Chapter 48.
I'm sore when I wake up Sunday morning and it's a good feeling. Call me crazy, but the truth is that I get pleasure from being sore—no matter where, no matter how I got sore, no matter who did it to me. Sore is nice. Sore tells me that someone worked me over, broke me in, disciplined me or just had his wicked fun with me. Sore reminds me that I am a submissive. When I'm with Bobby, sore reminds me that I'm his slave, that he owns me, that he understands my masochistic needs and finds ways to tantalize me.
Sore also reminds me that Bobby likes watching me get worked over by a friend of his. Sore also reminds me that at all times I am subject to punishment and that Bobby decides what each punishment means to me as he continues to form me into the type of slave he wants me to be.
I'm lying here next him and I know he's awake as well. He pats me lightly on my whipped ass. "Number?" he asks. "8," I answer. Still really painful. Certainly understandable. "Well then, take it easy. Let's let today be a real low-key day" he says as he gets out of bed to go pee. He never makes me take his morning load of piss because it's too strong and acrid. This is the way he cares for me.
He comes back to bed and gets under the covers and I know he'll be falling back asleep soon. But first, I nuzzle Hi armpit because there's a faint scent there that attracts me. I swear, armpit smell is a pheromone for me. Bobby chuckles at my nuzzling and puts both his hands behind his head, keeping his pits open for invasion. I bury my face in his right pit and breathe in its odor as if it's every bit as fragrant as the smell of bread baking. I lick it and suck it and clean it up. Bobby turns onto his side, holding his other arm up so I can get at his pit there and again I sniff and lick and then try to use my face to lick up some of his sleep-sweat from his chest.
"That's my good slave," he says, "hungry and thirsty for me. Such a needy faggot," he says, then takes his hand and pushes my head down and I slide under the covers and lick my way down to his pubes and then eat the smell of my Man while he whispers "faggot, faggot, faggot." He likes to use that word to indicate that I'm always hungry for cocks, especially his cock, which is waking up as I continue to lick all around its home.
My phone rings. Dammit! "Let it go to voicemail," he says. "Keep eating me, slaveboy. Clean me all over down there and suck my cock for a while. If you do a good job, I'll let you look at your phone."
I do a really thorough job and this is the best breakfast I could ever have. He smells just bad enough to arouse me and I know how he likes me to "eat him." And then, as the finishing act, I start sucking his crown and then moving down on his cock working my tongue for all I'm worth. He's moaning like a whore. With one hand he keeps playing with the back of my neck and head but without directing me. Finally I start to gag on his cock, knowing how much this pleases him. He says it shows him how committed I am to being his slave and how much I love his cock. Sure enough, he cries out, "Thatta boy!" Soon after he spills a nice healthy load into my mouth and I lap it up like the puppy he thinks I am sometimes. Some of it slides down the side of his dick, so I lick it off as if his dick were a lollipop.
We stay their motionless for a while. I realize I'm getting to the point where I feel satisfied after Master cums. I guess that's what happens when a slaveboy is caged for a long time. it's really hot that I can feel that way. Bobby tries to pull me up a bit, so I slither up next to him again. He puts his hand on my collar and I stare into his eyes. Sure enough, he starts tightening his hand on my neck, very slowly and eventually he's controlling my breathing. I inhale as much as possible when his hand is relaxed so I can hold it when he tightens on me. At first it's a gentle rhythm, but then he gets more enthusiastic and I really have to gasp for air when he lets me free after longer and longer periods of time.
Then he stops and kisses me and I drown in his spit and his tongue and his special way of loving my mouth. He always finishes with me after doing that breath control. "I don't want you to ever try anything like this with anyone else. It can become very dangerous. If anyone ever asks you if you're into it, tell them it's a hard limit,' he told me one night after he'd finished kissing me. "I'm only doing it because I picked up signals that you would enjoy a little of it."
"I think the only reason I enjoy it is because it's you who's doing it to me. And I know I'm perfectly safe with you no matter what's going on." I often praise him for this because I really mean it. He never does it at the Club and even Tyler doesn't know he's doing it with me. It's just our little secret. I'm glad. Besides, the collar is tight enough and a constant reminder that I'm a slave.
Recently he's trying something new with me, but it's more a mental and psychological thing than a physical one. It started when he asked me a question one day when we were taking along car ride. "I'm wondering: when you're at school and you're collared and people see that, what's going on in your mind?"
"Sometimes just embarrassed. Other times proud of what I am. Occasionally someone gets nasty about it but I can handle myself."
"So you're just being yourself, your normal self. You're not in any submissive role."
"Well, Master, you told me that you wanted me to think of everyone else as superior to me, so I guess I'm just thinking I'm a faggot slave all the time. And it's getting around about me and you, so there's that as well."
"Has anyone outright ordered you to do anything?"
"No, Sir."
"Let's see if we can step it up somehow, especially since you're now collared. Yes, you're my slave, but also that you're a slave. You walk around campus collared and caged and even in a diaper like today. Your secret is getting out. Be conscious of opportunities to serve your superiors even in subtle ways. It's not about you getting recognition. It's about your being humbled as much as possible. Find little things to do for others, like say, someone drops a pen on the ground and you immediately pick it up for them. Or maybe letting your superiors go in the door before you while you maybe hold it for them."
"Yes, Master," I answer, tentatively. "Is something specific you're ordering me to do?"
"Yeah, I guess so. I want you to be humbled. Gradually, I'll bet your superiors on campus can be enticed to see you as the slave you are and act accordingly towards you. I wonder if it might spread. We've only got three semesters to go. Let's see what can develop.
"if I had my wish, it would be that you suck the cock of every single student on campus. I know that's not possible, but let's see how far I can push things. And I want you to tell me about what happens every day."
"yes, Master," I say, and I find I'm warming to the idea. "Wouldn't it be hot if we really lived in such a society where guys like me were naturally slaves, collared at 18 years old, so everyone expected to see that reflected in our behavior when we're away from our Masters? It's just the way things are."
"Well, my love, you're the writer. Maybe you can build a tale based on that idea."
I change the subject a little. "Has this ever come up with your friends in the Tribe?
"Not really. Actually, Red and I are the only ones with permanent slaves, and we all agreed that we would only consider including permanent slaves as members of the Tribe. Red doesn't want his sub present most of the time. It only got accepted two months ago."
"I always feel like a total slave when the Tribe is all around, even if I'm not naked. Besides, you've given me to all of them a lot, especially in the last six months or so, back at the beginning of summer. So I AM a slave in their eyes."
"But we treat you like a regular guy when we all get together."
"Master, might your slave make a suggestion?"
Bobby chuckles at my formality. "What?"
"I don't like this `regular guy' thing at all. It's just confusing, especially since, you know, having me serve them."
"I've noticed you seem awkward. Okay, so go on. You said you wanted to make a suggestion."
"I'm a slave. They all know I'm a slave. They've all used me like a slave. So that's that. No pretend games. It makes it easier for them too. They always see me as a slave, even when I have clothes on. After all, your collar is very visible around my neck."
"Hmmmm. You might be on to something. I'll talk to the other guys and we can take it from there. We're all having Thanksgiving together like we do every year. This year, there's a possibility that there will be three naked slaves serving us our dinner—you, Red's slave and Henrik."
"Do you know if Tyler is going to want Henrik to be part of the group?" "I have no idea. I'm pretty sure this is a trial period for them. After all, Henrik is really giving up a lot if Tyler decides he's going to own him permanently. Tyler says he has no intention of going back to Denmark. I guess he didn't have a good time there. Besides, I know he hates fish!" We both crack up.
"You know it definitely makes sense with the Tribe, especially since I'm working on your mindset as a slave even when not with people in the scene. It all fits. I'll talk to the other guys and see what they think. We were planning to just allow you and Red's boy—damn, I have to learn the slave's name—to eat with us as equals, but if you'd rather celebrate Thanksgiving as a slave, that can be arranged. But enough of that. Let's get out of bed. You go pee and we can see about getting you washed if the shower hurts too much."
And so we begin our day. Now Bobby makes me squat in the tub to pee all the time instead of in some receptacle. A lot easier to clean up, too. Every time I have to do it I get so turned on by the IDEA that my cock has been caged by my Master, so I can't stand up to pee like superior men.
The shower is fine for the most part. Bobby is washing me (little boy time!) and is very careful about my backside. He's looking me over while he's washing me. "I think next week I'll give you a good shave. Get you ready for Thanksgiving. Bare and tingly."
He still insists on shaving me himself. Once he brought me to someone who does it for a living, but he doesn't want to do that again. He feels powerful when he realizes that he is the one who is allowed to strip the hair off my flesh.
My phone rings again. Bobby picks it up an answers it.
"This is Bobby. Hello, Dave" (Dave thrashed me and made me suck him off when he was a senior and I a freshman. He's in law school now.)
---hey Bobby, Since you're answering his phone I guess you're still his Master.
"You guess right, dude. Hold a sec. I `ll give the phone to the boy." Dave and I became M/s friends when I was a freshman. We got together two other times that year before he graduated. He's becoming a good Dom, that's for sure. We've talk and text often. Dave wanted me to fly out to him and spend a weekend back in September. He doesn't know about my current arrangement. He does know who Bobby is, though."
Bobby hands me the phone. "It's your friend "
I take the phone. "Hey, Dave. What's up?"
---I'm coming home tonight and will be here all week. I was wondering if we could spend some time together. That is, if your Master allows, boy."
"It might be possible. But I have to tell you that I got a severe thrashing last night and I'm not going to be able to take any more for another week, I think."
---That's fine. There are other things I can do to you, boy."
"I know, Dave. Hold on and I'll ask. . . . . " I don't have to ask. Bobby picked up on what I was saying and put 2 and 2 together. He's looking at me and shaking he head no. "Tell him to try again at Christmas."
"Master says not until Christmas break, Dave. Maybe then. You getting any action where you are?"
---Plenty of gays around, but no one's interested me yet. Shit. I've always got so much studying to do I don't have much energy for anything very active, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, I do, Dave, I sure do. But listen, give a call this week. Maybe there will be time to touch base. Or you can visit here if I get permission."
---"I guess permission's a pretty big issue with you now, heh?" "You can say that again. Permission for just about anything at all. Including taking a piss."
---"Damn! We really need to catch up."
"I'll ask if you can come over some time this week" I'm looking at Bobby while saying this, and he nods but points to the floor, meaning "here" .
. . "Yes, it's okay. You can come here. Bobby says that would work."
---"Great. I'll give you a call in a couple days." We end the call.
I've told Bobby all about Dave, so he knows the score.
Bobby chuckles. "Yes. Perfect. He can come here for a social visit and see you naked with collar and cage. Maybe I'll let him have at you a bit. Or maybe us both together. That will be hot. We can spit-roast you. I'll fuck you while he shoves his big cock down your throat."
"Whatever you want, Master," I say, and lean over to give him a kiss. "I'd take you to the diner but you probably can't sit for long. Go make me eggs and bacon, lick the sleep sweat off my feet while I'm eating, Then when I tell you, you'll have your gruel on the floor, kneeling up."
It's always so cute to me, the way he slips into his COMMANDER voice addressing his slave. And it always sets me off, making me yearning to obey any command. No change in the routine here.
"Yes, Master," I say as. I bow to him then head off.
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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 (in progress)