Chapter 51.
It's early morning, maybe even too early. I've snuggled myself into His armpit and His hair is tickling my nose. The scent from the body wash He used last night is not too strong. He just smells and feels nice. I stick out my tongue to lick a little and it seems I've woken Him up. "Suck my nipple, baby?" He asks in a whispering voice. as His free hand strokes the back of my head. Sure I will: I'll suck anything He asks me to suck.
We doze off again but He always keeps a hand on me somewhere. I dream we are at a wedding. Not ours-just a friend of Bobby's. Bobby is holding my hand and we're in our suits, freshly washed and shaved and polished, and my collar is gleaming and reflecting one of the lights from the ceiling. He's stroking the side of my hand with His finger and I'm getting hard. He left me uncaged but it would have been better to be caged because I'm not going to be able to hide what's going on down there.
Of course He notices. He leans over and kisses the side of my neck. "I should probably get that cage back on you. Make it easier for you not to touch what belongs to me."
"I wish you would, Bobby," I reply. "You always make me get hard and it gets really frustrating when I can't do anything about it."
"Are you complaining?"
"No, Sir. But maybe it would be okay if I could cum now? Please, Sir?" He reaches down and touches it.
"Do I have to remind you that you are not just some horny college boy, but have willingly given yourself to me as my slave and therefore need to be locked into chastity?
"No, Master, if that's what you think then please just lock it up again." He is toying with it with his fingers and all I can do is close my eyes and moan. "Oh please, Bobby, please?"
"I like it when you beg me, pup."
"then please, Master, please, Bobby, I'm begging you. Make me cum and I promise I'll lick it up off your hand. I promise I won't ask for it ever again." Now I'm sighing and moaning while he's teasing the daylights out of me. The damn thing is that I know from experience that he might get me all ready to shoot my nut and then let go and lock me up again.
I'm totally at his mercy. Inside, it gets me turned on to realize this. But my poor throbbing dick doesn't understand that.
"Don't make promises you can't keep. I'll tell you what, baby. Get out of bed and kneel back on the floor with your legs spread and your hands behind your head."
I do what he tells me.
"Now you're in a much better position to be begging your Master for anything."
"Please, Master, your slave begs you. Please let my cum, please?"
Bobby gets out from underneath the covers and sits on the side of the bed. He's hard too now.
"Get up over here and show my cock how grateful you'll be if I let you cum."
I practically throw myself up on his dick and swallow it whole then pull back and work it with my tongue.
"That's right, boy. Worship your Master's cock like the slut you are."
I still have my hands behind my head so it's a little difficult to work his cock the way He likes it.
"that's right, slave boy. Work your Master's cock. That's what fags like you are for. Show me how hungry you are for my cock and maybe I'll give you a reward."
Now I know he's teasing me. He's gonna let me do it, I'm pretty sure. "Okay, slave, that's enough. Sit on back again." I do what he says and look at him with urgency on my face. He reaches out and puts his feet on each side of my dick and I almost scream from the sensation. "Tell you what, you dirty little faggot. Use my feet to get yourself off then cum all over them. When you're finished, lick all your cum off my feet."
He holds them together and I actually start trying to fuck them. "You can put your hands on the floor behind you to give you some support. Come on, faggot. Jerk off your little cock on me feet. Let me see if you can do it."
He's got them very close together, both soles holding my dick and I start fucking between them while He grins and chuckles, watching me humiliate myself like this. Dammit, it's not gonna work, but I keep trying. "If I let you cum now, boy, you won't get to do it again until Christmas. Deal?"
"yes, Master, anything!!!!" I holler out. "Anything you want!"
"And on Friday you'll go clean my friend Jeff's apartment stark naked while he watches you work. I'm sure the place will be a mess and probably could use the services of a good faggot houseboy."
`yes, Master, yes, Whatever you want."
"Stand up!" he orders. I do so quickly, my cock sticking out. "Such an adorable little cock on my boy. Proof that he's still a boy and never a man. That's why you're a fucking sub, boy, cause you could never measure up to true manhood. You exist to give pleasure to men, you know that don't you?"
`yes, Master. I'm a faggot cocksucker. I exist for real men's pleasure." He reaches out to touch me again and I almost shoot. "Almost there, Bobby, almost there. Please don't edge me!"
He smiles at me. "Okay, boy. as long as you know your place. I give you permission to cum." He starts jerking my cock with his hand. Just a couple strokes and I holler out for all I'm worth and shoot a huge load. It's been a while, after all. He catches most of it in his hands and then holds them out to me.
I fall to my knees and start licking and sucking my cum off His hands, muttering, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, Master." It's so hard to eat my cum after an orgasm, but that's usually the way He wants me to show that I'm just a slaveboy.
"That's right, pet. Lick your Master's hands clean like a good cocksucker. Lap it all up, pup, all that nice creamy cum."
Once I'm done He lays back on the bed again and right away I start licking his balls and then finally sucking his cock. I even choke on it a bit. "That's nice," He tells me. "Show me how much you adore my cock. Make love to your Master." He's close . . . and there! I drink down all his cum, so grateful that he knows just how to set up humiliating scenarios for me, just how much He spoils me.
He plays with my hair as I lick him clean. Once I'm done He says, "Go inside and get the Ben Gay."
Ulp! I should have known this would end up with some form of pain. I get it and come back and go to hand it to him. "No!" He says. "Put some on your own fingers then get it all over your junk, dick and balls. Spread it around nice." I'm almost crying already because I know what will soon happen. I finish up. "Wipe your hands clean in your ass crack and get some of it on your hole as well, brat," He orders.
Shit. It's starting to hurt already. "Get back down on the floor the way I made you before. Hands behind your head again. Stay that and let me watch you take the pain like the pig you are," he orders. "let me watch your suffer. Give me a lot of tears, little boy. Cry and whimper for your Master. That's what you're good for."
Things get hotter and hotter and the pain is all over me as if it's all wrapped around me, and sure enough, my tears start flowing and I just break down and cry like a little boy. I'm such a crybaby.
"You're so adorable, little boy, crying for your Master, my precious little cry baby."
Shit! I was just thinking that. So I give him a good show and moan and cry and really become a little boy for him until at last He takes pity on my and gets down on the floor with me and takes me into His arms and babies me. "Soon it won't hurt so much, baby. Soon everything will be okay. Come here. Cry into my chest, sweet boy. I'll make it all go away. I'll make you feel better. Bobby will take good care of you."
Damn, I love him! Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, I think but don't dare say because I know He doesn't like that. Even after these years, still won't play that game with me. Well, so what? I'm a fucking slave. I don't get to choose what games we play. I just cry my tears and let Him take care of me. I wonder if He'll wash me in the shower today after all this. Finally we get up and go into the bathroom.
Bobby reaches into a cabinet and takes out a diaper. Fuck! He dresses me in the diaper. "Best way to make sure you don't get the ointment over anything else."
Meanwhile, the diaper holds a very warm package that begins to glow all over, front and back.
"Wear that for a while, boy. I'm gonna take my shower. You just kneel down here and wait for me to finish so you can dry your Master's body." The room becomes moist and warm from the water and I feel a punch of jealousy that I'm not being given a shower as well right now but have to walk around with a fiery diaper around my loins. I hope no one comes over, with me looking like this.
. . .
Later that morning, Bobby calls his friend Jeff and makes arrangements for me to go over there to clean Friday afternoon. Bobby chuckles when he gets off the phone. "He wanted to know if you'd clean his pipes as well. Of course you will!"
Bobby had told me that we'd be spending the afternoon today working on our school work. He wants to see if we can get all caught up by the weekend so we don't have it hanging over our heads. I have two papers to write. One is a sociology paper I'm writing about the Dom/sub world. Professor Jefferson let me pitch the topic to him and he decided to let me work on it and possibly even manage to get it published in some gay magazine. I know what I want to do with it; it's just a question of getting the time to do it.
So we're sitting there in our study office. I'm allowed to wear a pair of shorts so I don't have to sit my naked ass crack on a desk chair, thank you, Bobby. He plays gentle sound-wave type music that's supposed to stimulate creative thinking. I like it, and I always seem to get a lot done when we work together in the same room on our stuff. A large part of it is also that I just love it when I'm with Bobby. It doesn't matter what we're doing or even what he's doing to me. It's just that I always feel better when Bobby's with me and after two years it still feels so new and wonderful.
Then, of course, I'm glad to finally be out of that fucking diaper and showered. Needless to say, my dick is locked up again and Bobby reminded me that I'm not going to get to cum again until Christmas. The idea of that thrills me although the reality of it all won't be as easy to take.
Bobby's phone rings. He leaves the room to answer it. We try to keep things quiet in the study room. He's only gone a few minutes. When he returns he tells me that Dad wants to take me out for a father/son breakfast tomorrow at 8:30 am. He'll pick me up.
Sometimes it really gets to me that anytime Dad has anything to communicate with me, he always goes to Bobby, not me. Okay, I get it that I'm a slave and Dad is a Dom. Therefore he and Bobby are equals and I'm definitely inferior to both of them. As usual, Bobby arranges my life for me. I'm not "invited" to breakfast, I'm "ordered" to be ready for Dad to take me to breakfast. It's annoying on the one hand but on the other hand, it also turns me on. Funny that both of those things can be true, isn't it? At least I'll be able to order anything I like, and there's no Dom/sub talk when we get together, thank God. I hated it when Dad used to try to be part of my life as a slave and relate to me that way.
Well, I guess that's all I have to say about Wednesday. Tomorrow, Condon (hunk) and I will be serving the Tribe Thanksgiving dinner. I'm glad for two reasons: first, I really don't like it when they all pretend that we're equals with them. And second, I get to be with Condon and I know there will be moments when we steal a kiss or two and times when we might do things with each other's bodies—nothing too involved, after all. If they caught us doing anything sexual with each other we'd probably both be publicly flogged at the Inferno the next night. But maybe that wouldn't be such a bad idea . . .
Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving if I don't get a chance to tell you about it.
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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)