Chapter 53. SERVING THANKSGIVING DINNER
Condon and I arrive at Red's house well scrubbed, shaved, and cleaned out. We're ordered to strip naked. We're bound face to face to the whipping post.
Each of us are given three solid lashes across our backs by a thick rawhide whip and we scream into each other's faces. We're ordered to kiss while the tears fall down our faces because the whip hurt so much.
Once we calmed down but before we were taken down from the whipping post Bobby explained that he and Red decided it would make things more realistic if the slaves were both whipped before being put to work. Red added that we should count ourselves lucky that we were only given three lashes. He'd been planning for six but Bobby talked him into cutting the number in half.
"This reminds me of the first time I ever laid a welt across your back, the first time you ever sucked my cock. Remember?" Bobby asks me while I'm still trying to absorb all the pain from those lashes.
"Oh I remember very well, Master?"
"do you remember how you reacted?
"Yes, Master. I was furiously angry. "How dare you! I wanted to say."
But then you descended beneath your anger. Then you realized that you would be getting whipped frequently and started to cry all the harder.
"You told me you whipped me so I could understand who you were and what I am."
"Same thing now, slave. Only now you've learned to surrender."
Red takes off the clips binding us to the post and we both fall to the ground, whipped slaveboys that we are. "There. I assume this will keep you both aware of what you are at every moment while you're serving us our dinner."
"As if I'd forget, Master," I say to Bobby with trembling words, still absorbing the pain of that beating.
"Maybe I should give you a few more to make sure?"
"Master, this slave will remember what it is at every moment today," I promise, hoping He will not beat me any more.
"Then crawl inside and put on those leather shorts I got you."
He follows me as I crawl and get the shorts. "Stand up and hold on to my shoulder while you put them on."
He actually helps me stand up, which is unusual. I lean on Him and put the shorts on adjusting my caged dick in them. That's all we're both allowed to wear. We will serve bare-chested and bare-footed and the people who deliver the food will knew that we've been whipped.
"You boys will look fucking hot."
"All to please the six Masters on the Tribe, Sir."
"Don't make believe you're being subjugated. I know you're going to have a good time. After all, you're meant to serve. It's in your DNA, faggot." Sometimes I have to wonder: why is it just us slaves who get called faggots. Our Masters are also gay, we know that, yet they're never called faggots. It's all part of the hierarchy, I'm sure Bobby would say. I keep my thoughts to myself.
Bobby had beaten my ass and legs with his wooden spoon last night. It hurts for me to sit in the car with him. He watches my face as I sit back. I'm constantly on the verge of crying and I know He loves seeing me like this.
Once we're both there, whipped and bearing the pain, Bobby and Red take us to greet Tyler and Stan. I fall to the ground and kiss their boots. Tyler chuckles. "It's nice seeing your boy down where he belongs. I hope the little whipping the slave got will help it keep the proper state of mind."
"You can stand now, boy. No need to reverence the other guys here."
I do stand up and Tyler leads me to the kitchen. Condon is there already. I notice that his Master caned his ass recently, so he and I are also sore from neck to knees. Red's telling him how to set up the buffet in the dining room. I stand there respectfully and pay close attention to his instructions. When he's finished, he turns to me. "Did you get all of that, slave?"
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for such a clear explanation."
"condon, you will take care of Bobby, Hank and Stan." He turns to me. "You'll serve myself, Eddie and Tyler. Don't be drooling over the young ones while leaning over them to put something on the table."
Condon giggles and gives me a fist bump. I'm kind of surprised he does that in front of his Master, but then Red says, "Look, you faggots, I know you're probably hot for each other. I know I would be If I were standing there only in a pair of leather shorts. I just want you to know that it's okay for you to play a little when you're in private and have a moment. Tweak each other's nipples, why don't you. Get them sore for us. But nothing now. Start setting up the buffet table. The food will be here soon."
Then he leaves. Condon sighs and give me a kiss on the cheek. I reach out and tweak one of his adorable nipples. He snorts at me. We begin setting things up.
I'm not going to mention too much about the dinner except for some outstanding moments. The first was my initial contact with Condon and how we set the pace for some fun and games when we have the time. We're ordered into the room where the Tribe is hanging out to take drink orders. WE go to the well-stacked bar and fix their drinks. Condon has to show me how to make a martini. Once we give them their drinks, Red orders us to grovel in the middle of the room, facing him. A couple of the Masters come close and touches our welts. Condon whines so I do the same.
So there we are. Bare-chested, clad in tight leather shorts, collared and welted, being inspected by six men, all our superiors, all Doms. I actually start to get a little frightened by the reality of it all.
That tells me that I've become the slave again and not just the man who is portraying a slave. The fear is real. I remember that Bobby told me that a certain amount of fear is important in a slave's life to keep it win the right frame of mind, to remind it how helpless it is, to remind it that it's always subject to punishment. True, so true. At that point, I have no idea what's going to be happening.
Finally we're ordered to get up and finish inside. and so on . . .
I'm starting to get to realize more about all the guys, about each one's style, about what it feels like when I'm subjected to any treatment by each of them for they reach have different ways of dealing with us slaves.
Red is really cool. I can see why Condon is so happy to be his slave. He's clearly a good authority and yet he has a friendliness that he isn't afraid to show us. He actually winked at me a couple times. Once, in fact, after Tyler harshly upbraided me for neglecting to keep his water glass full and I started feeling resentful, Red winked at me and it helped me to let go and be humbled by Tyler. How could I have forgotten what he can do to my spirit? And that's enough about Tyler.
Eddie is almost as old of my father, but he seems a lot younger. Mischievous, too. And a number of times he said something that cracked everyone up. Three times he slipped me a bit of food while I was serving him. Several times he squeezed my balls in those tight shorts.
The guys went through the buffet and filled their own plates. I noticed that they were taking very little food. Soon I realized why: we were constantly called to bring them little plates with more food. Each time we had to bring them a fresh plate and take away the used ones. It wasn't as easy as you think. After all it wasn't like we were serving someone in a restaurant and being treated with respect by most of them. No. They are Masters being served by slaves. Disdain rather than respect. No need to be polite.
They all constantly have ways to remind us what we are. After all, they get off on it. (And we do as well!) Nonetheless, we're worked very hard and it gets beyond any submissive pleasure. We were two miserably tired submissives by the time they get done with us and we're clearing the table as they relax inside before coffee and desert.
I looked at Condon and I could tell he felt the same way. WE didn't speak at all. His eyes were as low as they could possibly go. Once when we were in the kitchen, I stroked his arm from shoulder to elbow. That was all the physical contact between us at that point. Oh, and Bobby was right. We did both end up with sore nipples. For Condon and me, nipple-tweaking is our love language, if you know what I mean.
You have to understand that for me this was the very first time I was being treated like a slave along with another slave. It got very confusing, the ways I reacted to it. On one level, I looked down on him as a slave when something public was happening to him. But then, I found myself wincing if that would happen to me. It was all so emotionally over-whelming.
And even all the worse because I would love to have a chance to go to bed with Condon, but we were told by the Masters after the first time we did it that there would be absolutely no additional opportunities. Fuck! Maybe we can manage to smooze them into changing their minds. (I just made up a new word!)
Speaking of sex . . .
It took us and hour and a half to clean up after dinner and do all the dishes and get things back to their original pristine condition. At one point Tyler came in with a strap to use on us, but he realized we were hard at work so he didn't use it.
"We've got other activities planned this evening. Finish up as quickly as you can. When you're done, take those fucking shorts off and come crawling inside and grovel the way we like."
We hustled because we were really tired of this kitchen shit and really wanted to get into something more satisfying. In order words, we were looking forward to being used and abused by these awesomely hot men. Finally! We stripped off and left our things neatly by the back door.
As we crawled into the room with our eyes lowered (always), I notice only two sets of legs. Where were the others? Bobby spoke, "the others went home, even Tyler. You will each make it up to all four of them in the near future. For now, since only Red and I are here, we're going to play switcheroo with you two. Condon, follow me!" He leaves with Condon on all fours following him.
Red, meanwhile, takes a leash and clips it to my balls as I'm kneeling there. "Follow where I pull you," he orders and starts walking away pulling leash. Damn, it hurts! I start crawling backwards, which is exactly what I think he wanted me to do because he slowed down a bit. "That's right, faggot," he says. "I'm dragging to my room by your balls." Oh.my.fucking.God! And to make matters even worse, it turns out his room is on the second floor. Have you ever tried to walk up a flight of stairs on your hands and knees backward with someone pulling on your ball sac? It's quite difficult.
Anyway, by the time we got to his room I was ready to scream. He detached the leash from my balls. "Kneel up straight. You can hold your balls to soothe them." Ahhhhh! But the pain will be lasting for a while more and my gut feels like it's been twisted.
I'm still facing away from him and I hear him stripping, or at least that's what I think he's doing. "I know the limits," he says, "wear a condom and no piss." I breathe a sigh of relief.
`Stay where you are, eyes always lowered. Hold out your hands to each side so you're like a T. All across the room, boy. I want to see some muscles working." I hear him plop on the bed and if I'm not mistaken, he's stroking himself.
Time goes by and this is getting more and more difficult. I hear him grunt and get off the bed.
"Hold your fucking arms UP! slave! I know it hurts. I don't give a shit. Your Master and I agreed that we'd make you boys hurt before we sent you home. Give you a Thanksgiving to remember." I hear him swish some stick or cane. He taps my left arm from the bottom, just lightly, but it stings like hell. And the other one and I force myself to keep them up. "The lower they go, the more you get hit," he tells me. "Let's see how you can do. Condon's getting pretty good at this."
I don't know why, but I quickly pull my arm in towards my body and then shoot it out again, thinking this might give me some relief. But I pay a heavy price as Master Red lashes my right ass cheek with that switch of his.
"Pull something like that and you'll get 12 lashes, bitch!" He walks around to face me and toes my balls with his boot. Ulp! I look up at him and get two more lashes on the other side. "I fucking told you to keep your eyes lowered, always! Is that too fucking hard to do , you goddam queer fucking idiot! I'm surprised Bobby hasn't just dumped you at the Inferno and leave you there for someone else to claim you.
But I guess he spent a good chunk of change on that collar he wrapped around your neck, so maybe he still wants to get more out of his investment. If you were mine, cocksucker, I'd hire you out for slave labor seven days a week and hope you manage to learn something about service."
Ah! I get his scene and it's hard to take. I don't know how Condon manages. Or maybe he's not mean like this to Condon. AACH! I don't think I can hold it any more. My right arm drops and I start whining about how sorry I am. He lashes me right across my right nipple and I scream out as I fall to the ground and hug myself into fetal position.
Now he speaks more gently. "there it is. You make a beautiful picture right now, son, broken in, and trembling with marks from a beating all over you. Stay there for a while. Get used to what it feels like. soon you're going to pay homage to the Master who managed to break you down like this. But you're a right pretty sight, boy, so I'm just gonna walk around you and look you over while I stroke. When I yell UP, you're going to bounce yourself up on your knees and get your cocksucking mouth over my dick."
As he walks around me he kicks me lightly from time to time just to remind me how vulnerable I am, and of course, he continually spits on me. This is one of the most intense humiliation scenes I have ever had to endure.
I really wonder what Condon's life is like with this Master. So when he orders me up I try to swallow all his cock at once, but he's bigger than Bobby, not too much, but enough for him to have to start working to bore out a place for his dick down my faggot throat. I'll say no more about that. Just remember what it feels like when someone gets you to take more than you're really comfortable with and you'll know what I mean. Needless to say, there's a whole lot of tears and snot in the process.
I hear chimes like some fancy doorbell. He pulls his dick out of my mouth. Thank God!
"That's our agreed-upon signal to stop working you sluts. Get down and crawl back to your Master. You've been a good boy. You've both been. We're really pleased with you. You're both becoming real sybjugated slaves. I'm gonna make a fortune when I decide it's time to sell mine."
Holy shit! This isn't a permanent thing for Condon? Wow! I wonder if he's hoping Red sells him soon or what? It's becoming very frustrating that we're not able to communicate with each other. I'm wondering if it might be possible to arrange something secretly.
I wasn't thinking these things as I crawled out of Red's room. Condon was already approaching the room and I could see the tears on his face. I wonder that Red allowed Bobby to do to him. I only got a tiny glimpse so I couldn't tell. Meanwhile, I was just focusing on my own miserable state—still with snot and tears on my face which Red left there for me to show my Master.
When finally I got to Bobby I collapsed on the ground from my ordeal and continued to shed my tears on his feet. Needless to say, I had to suck and lick it all up before Bobby finally took me in his arms and began to do the things that Bobby does to me that I haven't told you about, things that have me end up feeling like the most precious little boy in the entire world and then falling asleep in his arms after a long, long and exhilarating day. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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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)