NINE
Friday I'm summoned to the Master. Straight from work. I text Leo. "The Master wants me to go directly to Him. May I leave now?"
Answer: "Ask me in person, faggot."
I close my office and have to look around to find him. When I finally do, I ask permission to leave. He says, "Go ahead. I'll be there in a bit myself. After the Master tends to you." Wow. What will that be like with Leo there? He must have read my mind because before I got to take two steps away, he pulled me back to say, "I'm basically there to observe and learn. This is one of the ways he coaches me. By letting me watch Him train slaves with His whip. It's the only way to teach proper spirituality to a born slave."
I didn't know what to say, but I did the simple, "Thank you for telling me that, Sir. It eases my anxiety."
"Why are you anxious?" Leo asks.
Why? "It's only the second time for me with the Master," I explain.
"Understandable, because you're still so deficient. If you were truly willing to find you peace in surrendering to a Master, there would be no anxiety at all. Only eager expectation and gratitude You're still so self-obsessed, so selfish. You still have so far to go. Let go, slaveboy; embrace the way He's training you to think and feel. Think of it that way, Chief." He smiles and dismisses me. I bow my head and say "thank you, Sir." And off I go.
As I'm walking to my car, I get a text. "A limo is picking you up. You are forbidden to drive until given permission again." OMG. OMG. it's already happening, deliberated restrictions to help me lose more sense of control. I heard a car pull up. The limo. The chauffeur comes to open my door and help me into the luxurious back seat. Before he closes the door for me, he leans in and says, "Get naked," and closes the door.
My seat slides back quite a bit, just about to the tail of this big limo. There are no windows here. Quickly, I pull and push off my clothes because it's the way I must be for Him. My nakedness gives homage to the Masters. Once I'm completely bare, I realize that my anxiety has just about gone away; I'm beginning to understand what Leo was trying to tell me. A voice comes through some speaker. "Open the little fridge. There's something in there for you. Drink it down. All down."
Well then, that settles it. If He's going to drug me some way to calm me down or make me more subservient, more willing to obey Him, that's just fine. It means I'm going to have a great time even if some of it might be painful. What am I saying? Damn, it's guaranteed to be painful. The drink is delicious and thick like a milk shake. Dark chocolate flavor. How did He know how much I like that?
I decide to just sit back and relax, enjoying the ride. I chuckle, thinking "how many men do you think there are my age who get to be driven around naked in a luxury limo?" Awesome time I'm living right now. It's gonna hurt when it's taken away again. My inner voice pops up: "shit! don't say stuff like that. it bursts your bubble. You'll be taken care of from now on. Nothing like that to worry about. Embrace your own inherent inferiority." I tend to trust that inner voice. It comes from deep inside the author's imagination.
The Limo comes to a stop. My door is opened. A guy leans in and puts a leather collar around my neck. There's a leash clipped to the collar and he starts to pull the leash so I'm basically "pulled" out of the Limo by this rustic young guy with an awesome ass. Maybe he'll want me to . . . .
Bright flashes of searing light seem to explode the minute I step from the limo. For a while I couldn't see after that. Everyone else seems to act as if it didn't happen. The hot guy with the leash walks me into the elevator, using his key to get us to the Master's floor. Bright lights flash again and I keep being led blinded to a room where I'm ordered to grovel on a big pillow in the middle of a warm room. I like the warmth, being naked and all.
The Master walks in, dressed in leather and denim but barefoot. He sits down and immediately sprays each of his bare feet with something I don't know and then rests them on a little stool.
"It gives me pleasure to see you groveling naked before me, slaveboy. I've gotten good reports about your from My acolyte who's been keeping you in good submissive shape. Nonetheless, there is one thing you deserve to be punished for. Can you suspect what it might be?"
I start thinking which is hard since I'm so nervous again. On shit! I know what it was! "Master, was it the time this slave tried to back away from eating the rice Master Leo had pissed in?"
"If I understand correctly, Denny Boy, You were actually begging him with your eyes to take this humiliation away." Never forget that I find out everything."
THWACK! The lash bites into the top of my ass crack and I jump up and scream like a little lady, and before I'm even able to catch a breath, there's a second THWACK! between my shoulder blades. THWACK! My left ass cheek. THWACK! My right as well. The Master dismisses the man who whipped me as I fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "That should be enough for now. Whether there will be more late remains to be seen. It all depends on how you please or displease Me.
"I sprayed my feet for you. You'll like the way they taste. Take my right foot in your hands and start to use your mouth and your tongue to eat it everywhere. That's what I want to teach you tonight, how to EAT FEET!" He chuckles.
Oh man, I want to be so good at this, serving his feet like a lowly slave who is in awe of Him. Devouring, tasting, chewing, sucking, licking, massaging: I'm commanded to do each of them. Everything is being directed by the Master. All I have to do is obey. And it all tastes so good I can't get enough of it.
"Get between the toes, Denny. Bite me between all of my toes!" He urges me on and I am gorging myself, now over to the other foot, fresh clean skin with the wonderful taste. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life serving the Master's feet and never ask for anything else, never ask for something new.
I get to the point where I can do it naturally and the Master doesn't have to give any more commands. I'm enslaving myself to His foot exactly the way He decided I would. He's addicting me to His feet. Little did I know that this is how He was training me to service ALL feet. That would come later. The constant stinging and irritating from the four lashes of His whip are all part of the experience as well. It's still just real punishment, each one of the four. This is not like the "beatings" I've usually gotten as a BDSM sub, the kind that actually turn me on despite the pain. No. This is real punishment. Something I dread. Something I hate. Something that makes me fall to the ground screaming from the agony of the lashes that bite into my body.
What makes it worse is that His whip shocks me right out of sub space for a while and I have to struggle to return to the state of mind that I wish I'd never escape. Like I say, it was true punishment. I dreaded it and would to anything at all to behave and do anything He ordered me to. `It is good to fear my whip," He'd tell me frequently. It gave Him pleasure but it gave me no pleasure at all.
I sink lower into my craving for subjugation. Oh, yes: at one point he reaches down and puts clamps on my nipples. The pain drives me to work harder at what I'm doing to serve His feet. The pain from the clamps isn't bad at first, but I know it will increase the longer I'm wearing them, making me constantly aware that I deserve whatever humiliating pain He wants me to suffer.
Finally he pushes me back with his foot and orders BACK so I get up on my knees then sit back without ever losing contact with his foot. He touches my right hand with His other foot and I start massaging that one while licking the other one. Eventually we switch positions, my hand and my mouth, and the service continues while I start groaning and whining about how much my nipples are starting to hurt. It's almost like a burn. I wonder if I could soothe the burn with my tears as they start flowing.
I sit back gasping a bit and really tired out. "It pleases the Master to be able to view His slave in this condition, breathing heavily, grasping, weeping, sweating, all tired out from doing the work the Master wanted it to do. You exist to be used, Denny. Used by your owners. And still feeling the lashes I had given to you?" I break into sobs. "Yes, Master. Thank You for training me and disciplining me." I somehow manage to get out those words as I slobber at His feet.
"You know what your Master would like to see?"
"No, Master. What would Master like to see?
"A very tired out slave sucking Leo's cock and drinking down his cum." Leo steps up. Naked. Hard. "May I suck his cock, Master? Please?" I know adding a please makes me humbled even more. Really begging.
"Since you asked so nicely, slave, go ahead. Suck Leo's cock and show him how grateful you are for how he's taking care of you at work." And I go to town doing all the things that I've already learned Leo likes, and I use my hands as well as my mouth. And I gag and even choke and I don't let it stop me. "That's the way, faggot, that's the way faggots like you learn to gobble cock. Show me how much you want it, slaveboy."
A couple times I'm afraid I might pass out but I keep on, and it's not all rapid movements. I know the small quiet little touches that drive him wild. He's a good teacher. Cocksucking 101. I want to get an A. Often I look up into his face, and the face is so beautiful and his eyes are so intense that it makes me really want to let him fuck my throat as much as he wants.
I have a suspicion that all the things I'm thinking are not necessarily drug-related. I've thought of these things before on lonely nights, even though my cock is still locked down. I used to say "locked up" but that's silly because it can't rise! So now I say "locked down." And it's sure getting to be locked down. And I'm glad to be like a neutered dog. I'm learning how I can settle down more easily now that my pitiful dick is of no account. The Masters have taken it away. I no longer have any ability to even touch it.
Master Leo smiles at me and suddenly without warning he shoots his load into my mouth. There's a lot of it and it's not bad, not too bitter, a tiny bit salty. "Hold it all in your mouth, slave. Don't swallow any of it!" I look at Him, my mouth puffed up, my lungs filling with air, holding as best I can. "Lean over My feet and dribble all my cum on my feet, slave." Yes, Leo also calls me "slave" now, I see that. Once it's all out of my mouth and I even add a little bit of spit a the end, He says, "good slave. Now lick it off your Master's feet. Make sure you get it all."
I'm about to collapse. I get myself down there and just start to suck like a vacuum everywhere and any where and when I finally get it all and He says "good boy" again, I lay my head down right there and try to fall asleep, but the pain which continues to torment me makes that impossible.
@@@ So like I said, it only took about three weeks until the other guys we'd hang out with would somehow get a secret message that I was their sub just from watching our interactions and the way I keep looking to them. It was just an overriding sense that I liked obeying them anyway they wanted. Nothing drastic. Simple. And eye contact. One night one of those guys said something that really surprised me. "Sometimes you get this look in your eyes that you're afraid you're going to be punished for something. Not definite, but I just get this sense. So I'd like to know. Who punishes you and why?"
"Please, Tran, please don't make me go there?" I begged. "I want to know. Don't forget that," he said and then walked away from me and I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, what could I say? If I really named the DDD that would be the end of me. Maybe I could name someone else, but they'd deny it. And sure, I've had a few spankings from them, once from all of them at once and that was a nightmare, but nothing worse has ever happened. At least not yet.
Anyway I told them about what Tran said to me. "Tell them you can't name who, but tell them you get punished when you've done something that goes against a rule." Just that, nothing more, I guess.
Meanwhile someone else asks me why I always go last when they enter or leave a room, or even in walking up or down the stairs. "Because I respect them as my betters," was all I said. My behavior was continually being regulated. Of course, I didn't have that vocabulary back when all this was happening. I just thought it felt right, and my parents would never have to find out anything they couldn't handle, like that I'm a faggot.
All the years we were friends together, they would always make me be bare-chested because my nipples were so "perky," they said. "Sometimes I want to reach out and pull on them a little," Clarence told me and I said "Don't you dare," as if I could do anything to stop it. Or retaliate. Except when it was cold out, they always made me take my shirt off.
This was much earlier than the guys were making me take everything off. Little touches here and there once in a while were fine with me. I tended to pull away from it when I could. But then that 9th grade summer, they started getting more aggressive and once when we were alone together, they started tying my hands behind my back so they could play with them more.
Eventually I would cry out from the pain. So from then on, those group spankings would mean two guys at my ass and one on my nipples and for the most part, I was writhing and crying copious tears from the pain while they kept telling me it was good for me but never explained exactly why. "See what we can do to you?" they whispered. I wasn't sure if they were teasing or menacing me. Probably a little bit of both.
And a lot of times, they didn't take it too far. Just enough help me stay humble.
In Tenth grade they finally took my cherry. The guys were constantly horny. Almost every day after school they assaulted me but they never let me cum. Sometimes, they'd tie my hands and not even let me touch myself. Guess what that would lead to? Anyway, they all had nice cocks so I really liked times like that.
One night, though, they made my lay on the floor face-up and they stood over me as they furiously jerked themselves and almost all at the same time, they all shot their loads on my face. They wanted to take a picture of me, but it would never get through the developer's scrutiny.
They made me hang out for the rest of the night and while we watched something on television, their cum started to get harder and flaky. Once they discovered that, they had a field day playing with my face. Clarence kept spitting on me so they could make a little mixture out of it all and they'd blend it into a bowl of oatmeal then make me bow to the ground and suck it from the bowl while they watched and urged me to eat it up faster and faster. This was the first time they made me eat their cum, and they had made it easier by mixing it with oatmeal.
I often wonder if any of the three actually turned out to be gay. I lost touch with them long ago. I wonder what they remember, if they ever think about it, what it would be like if we all got together now? I wonder if any of them actually turned out to be Doms, the way Leo is in my current life. But if any of them turned out to be straight, I wonder if they were keeping this as a dark, dark secret.
Oh well, I wonder what they would think if they could see what was going on in my life, that I would really end up being the slave they were having so much fun training me to become. But sometimes, some things will always fuel my fantasies, especially when I'm in a particular mood. Especially when they finally decided it was time for me to be giving them blow jobs. Of course, the first cock I ever had to suck was Fred's.
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The first five should be read in order:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
These stories are stand-alone
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In 03/10/2024