Chapter Six
So I was daydreaming when all of a sudden I'm hit in the balls with a blast of ice cold water. That helps my mind focus on one single thing and I cry out as much from shock as from the pain and discomfort. I'm doubled over trying to comfort myself and protect myself from another icy blast.
"You were lost in your mind, slave," says Gabriel. "That's only okay when I don't want your individed attention. Now get yourself together and kneel up. Keep your pretty eyes fixed on mine."
I become aware that he's watching me. He's the one who got me in this condition. Now he gets to watch how this "specimen" in front of him manages to regulate itself and take up the position it's been ordered to assume. It takes time and I start worrying about the consequences. Fuck. I'll be thinking a lot like that, fearing or expecting consequences to my behavior as this Master trains me for.
Finally, I'm up. His eyes seems to reach out and pull my eyes onto their frequency and I'm locked, afraid even to blink because I've already been taught that slaves shouldn't blink too much when their Masters want their attention.
Once again it seems like he's reading my mind, or am I saying out loud the things I'm thinking? "Who trained you not to blink, sport?"
"One of the Masters back at the club, Sir."
Gabriel reaches out and touches me gently around my eyes. "You don't need to worry about that, baby. It was stupid to make you try to avoid blinking."
"May I ask why you think it was stupid, Sir?"
"Think back to when it was happening. I'd bet all your attention was focused on trying not to blink. Am I right, boy?"
"Definitely, Sir."
"So it took your attention away from the Master who was ordering you not to blink. Stupid. When you're serving me, sport, I want ALL your attention focused on me and on pleasing me."
"Understand, Sir. Thank you for explaining it to me."
"It sounds like I'm going to have to do a lot of reconditioning, sport. Forget whatever they tried to get you to do or not do. Just pay attention to me. Right now, I just want you feasting your eyes on me and realizing that now I'M the one who you're here to serve, that I'm the object of your attention and your obedience, that I'm the one you want to serve like a good slaveboy."
That's a lot easier to do. Gabriel is fucking adorable, and he looks so sweet and gentle to me that I don't think I have anything to be afraid of.
"So tell me, sport, what are you thinking about when you're looking at me?"
"I'm thinking you're one of the most beautiful men I"ve ever laid eyes on, Sir, and your hat makes you even hotter. Trust your instinct: it will always tell you the best way to please me."
"With all due respects, Sir, I'm not sure I can trust my instinct. After all, look where I ended up, how much trouble I got myself into."
"You have a point, boy, so I stand corrected. Don't trust your instinct; trust your Master's instinct. Damn, sport, I guess you really are fucking incapable of taking care of yourself. If ever a boy has needed a Master to run his life, it's you."
"Am I too much trouble for you, Sir?"
"Not at all, baby. You're an absolute joy, and I'm looking forward to doing all sorts of neat things to you because right now, sport, I want to have some fun with my favorite faggot."
He takes a long black cord out of his pocket and shakes it out. There's some kind of loop at one end. Cowboy shakes it out until all the wrinkles are gone. He hangs it in front of me then slowly lowers it until the loop is down as far as my balls. "Wrap this around those balls then tighten it so I won't come off when I pull on it. Keep your eyes up here on my eyes. Do it by touch. Don't rush. Make sure those balls are tightly bound by the time you're finished."
I feel like I can draw strength from his eyes as I look into them. For some reason I want to do a very good job wrapping up my balls and giving them to him. Oh, I'm sorry: "the balls" not "my balls." Gotta be careful of that. I have to wonder, though: will I ever get to the point where I realize that none of this body belongs to me any more, that it all belongs to him?
Once again it seems like he's reading my mind. "You'll get to where you need to be," he says as he toys with the cord and tries pulling the balls from different angles to see what happens. Finally he's just pulling them up until they're well above my puny dick which is now completely shrunken in its cage. Uh-oh. Pain.
"Stop fucking fighting me, slave. Let go. Offer them to me." And he pulls even more and I'm gritting my teeth trying not to cry out. Suddenly he lets everything fall loose and I even gasp involuntarily from relief that the pain has stopped. "That's real good boy. I want to keep bringin you to the point right before you think you can't take any more and you're gonna have to cry out because the pain is too great. I want you hovering right there on the edge for as long as I can keep you like that. It's gonna take a lot of practice, but I'm very serious about keeping you where the cries and tears are about to start with you knowing that any second you're gonna have to give up and admit you can't take any more. That's always a lie, by the way, sport. You'll take more, I assure you. And I'm in no rush."
Gabriel walks away and I am left alone. I find myself wondering if it is still possible for me to get myself up off the floor and go to tell him I've decided not to keep this up with him and I want to go home. But then I realize that if I do quit now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I will never be able to find anything like this, not ever again. Everything else will be nothing but a disappointment. Sure, I can get out of this, but that will mean I'm going to deny that this awesome hot man can show me that my destiny is far more intense than anything I had ever imagined. And yes, I want to find out what it's like. ESPECIALLY with Gabriel.
He returns. "Your mind toys with you, sport. It gets you conjuring up things that aren't true and will never be true. You were thinking that you could get up and walk away from this, weren't you, slaveboy?"
"Yes, Sir, I was." Once again he somehow managed to get inside my head.
"Sorry to disappoint you, boy, but it's too late for that. You have no right to turn away any longer. You're way past that point." He speaks the next words slowly and clearly: "You. are. my. slave. I. own. you. now. There is nothing else available for you any longer, sport, other than to take whatever I want to give you and obey whatever I want you to do. After all, sport, would you really want to have to find another man to treat you the way I intend to treat you, to treat you the way you know you need to be treated? Would you, sport?"
He turns all the lights on now. Wow! There's a lot of equipment in this room. He points to one corner and I can see there's a cage a little bigger than a cage for a good-sized dog. Sure, I've seen them in porn clips. I never thought I'd ever be inside one of them, but guess again. He nods his head, pointing to the cage." Over there now, faggot. Get yourself in there. I want to lock you up for the night. Crawl in there now, slave. Quickly!"
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Much to my surprise, there's a mattress in the cage, and even a pillow. There's also a spigot hanging from the side of the sage, and a single thin blanket. "Drink from the spigot, but not too much because you have to hold your piss until I let you out in the morning. If you can't hold it, then you'll piss yourself and have to lie in it all night. I'll be leaving you alone now that I'm locking you in here. Don't worry, though: everything is monitored. I'll know if you're in any serious distress, but I really don't think that will happen. Slaves are like dogs in a lot of ways. You'll quickly find out what being locked up will help calm you down. It won't cause you to panic. Not if you're really meant to be a slave."
He slams the door shut and I hear him locking it from the outside as well. "Do you see, sport? Your Master is just locking you up he wants to use you again." He has nothing else to say. He walks away and turns off the lights before he leaves the room for good. Oh my. Oh my.
The tears come quickly. Then the sobbing begins because I realize what has just happened to me. I am his prisoner. I am his possession. Every other aspect of my former life has been taken away from me. I am locked up naked in his cage for as long as he wants to keep me here. I have no freedom and he knows I can't get into any mischief. It doesn't matter whether or not I want to quit. I have no choice now.
I can't stop sobbing and I know he can see and hear me from wherever he's gone. I get it: He has no need of me right now so he's locked me away. I am a thing. I am his slave. I am his pet; other than that there is no reason for me to exist. I am an object. I am his toy. . . . . . . . . As I calm down, I remember that he told me I would. And then, before I fall asleep, I realize something that really blows my mind: He's caring for me this way. He's keeping me safe when he isn't around.
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Hours later, the smell of piss wakes me up. DAMMIT, I've pissed myself in my sleep. It's wet and cold and all over and I'm curled up lying here in my piss.
When the lights come back on they hurt my eyes after all the darkness. I hear footsteps. Heavy ones. Boots, jean-clad legs. Three men walk up to the cage and they're talking to themselves.
"Good job, Gabe. You got it caged the very first night. And look at that! It's pissed itself!"
"That always tends to happen the first time," says Gabriel. "But as long as it's already all pissy, feel free to add your own piss to its piss as well."
I hear zippers being lowered. They stand over the cage with their dicks out and they start pissing all over me and laughing while they're doing it. "Open your mouth and hold your head up," says Gabriel, so they can piss in your mouth. You don't need to swallow it this time, just get used to the taste of different men's piss. They fill my mouth but I let it just drip down my chin. "That's fine. Gabe will train you to drink it soon enough," one of them says.
Then Gabriel unlocks the door and opens it. Right away I stretch out my feet for the first time since he locked me in here. Then two of the men grab my legs and pull me all the way out onto the concrete floor. I'm dripping piss all over and I stink.
All of a sudden, they're hosing me off with cold water. Cold in my face, over my head, down and around, washing my dirt and my piss down a drain in the floor, and I'm shivering and whining like a miserable puppy.
Then Gabriel tosses me soap. Dammit, it's that nice-smelling soap and it reminds me of when Rusty made me soap myself up back in that shower room before rinsing all the soap off me. Gabriel gives me an order: "Up on all fours now, faggot!" And now I get rinsed off with warm water. "Use your hands to wipe off some of the water. I do what I can, wallowing in the humiliation of it all.
Then Jets of warm air strike from everywhere, drying me. "Kneel up, faggot! Suck" A hard cock is at my lips. I open my mouth and touch it with my tongue. It's not Gabriel's cock. The tip is wet, pre-cum salty. "Clean it, faggot!" I do and this guy shoves it into my mouth. I start sucking and using my tongue. After all, that's what I am now. A cocksucker. So I suck off the three men who just pissed on me, one after the other, just a minute on each then they switch, over and over again, and each time I feel even more humiliated by the way they're using me like I'm nothing but a wet hole. I remember that party over at Danny's in high school when he made me keep crawling from one of his friends to the other as they all sat their with their hard dicks in their hands while watching straight porn. I find myself wondering whether or not there wasn't really something homoerotic going on with them but they were afraid to admit it. I mean, even Danny is straight, or at least he was until he started fucking my face almost every night of the week.
But this time, It isn't as hot as I thought it would be, to get treated this way. I'm really just a slave being used with no thought to how I feel about it. The reality is a lot worse than the fantasy. I can't say I'm liking this. Fuck! This lasts what feels like hours before at last they start spilling their cum into my mouth. three loads, three different favors, and one load makes me want to wretch. I hold back, afraid I'd have to lick it up if I puked on the floor. I realize I haven't seen their faces. I haven't been allowed to raise my head enough so I could look up.
A bowl is shoved under my face. Smells like coffee. "Good boy." It's Gabriel "Here's your reward. Drink!" Warm coffee! Sweet and creamy, the way I like it. Once I finish slurping it up they tell me I can kneel up and get a good look at them.
Fuck. I'm down here on the floor, stripped bare and half kneeling, half-squatting. These guys are all tall and very rugged looking. Jeans and boots and different shirts. One has tattooed arms but the others don't. And, OMG! One of them is Calvin—a guy from high school I always had a hardon for. Holy shit! "Hey there, partner," he says to me with a chuckle in his voice. "You should have told me you liked dick years ago. You could have been sucking me off all through high school. Now you have a lot of time to make up for now. "Hey, dude, all our loads are in your stomach now, faggot," another one of them says. "You should thank us for feeding you," another one says.
Is he serious? Dare I disobey him? Nope. "Thank you, Sir, for letting me swallow your spunk, for letting me gulp it down. thanks for cumming in my mouth."
"That's what you're meant for, faggot. Meant to serve men's cocks."
"Yup! You were meant for this, being a cocksucker, Terry?" says Calvin. Shit! He knows my real name, too. There won't be any secrets about me now. How the fuck am I going to be able to show my face back home? But then again, will I ever be allowed to go back there again?
"Yes, Sir. I know I'm meant to be your cocksucker, Sir."
All of a sudden, a hand comes at me and slaps my face. One of them speaks up: "not just his cocksucker, faggot. you're fucking meant to be a cocksucker. That mouth is public property, as long as your Master allows it."
My Cowboy doesn't follow up on that but changes the direction of the conversation. "Fuck, sport, you're gonna be doing a hell of a lot more than just sucking guys off," he says. I just bow my head and cast my eyes on his boots. "You gonna train it to lick your boots clean, Gabriel?" says one of them to him.
"Not these work boots. They got all sorts of shit on them all the time. I got nice black ones upstairs for the faggot to shine for me." He lets a glob of spit fall to the ground. "Lick that up for me, boy."
I start bending down to obey him when all of a sudden he uses his knee to stop me. "No! Fuck! It's filthy down there. Kneel up again and open your mouth. I'll give you some right from the source."
He spits in my mouth then orders me to swallow. Then he wraps his arm around my neck and invites his pals to feed me their spit as well. I swallow all of it, more turned on than ever before. I remember someone telling me that spit is medicine for a slave. Meanwhile, I think about is how protective he just was, preventing me from putting God-only-knows-what into my mouth. Damn, how did I get so lucky? Gabriel. My Master's name is Gabriel.
The other guys take off, now that they've had their fun. Gabriel attaches a leash to my collar. "Hands behind your back, eyes down making sure you don't trip or step on anything." He leads me from the dungeon up some stairs and into what I guess are his lodgings. He closes the door. "Down." I'm back on my knees. "Sit and bend your legs. Show me your knees." He leaves me there and goes into another room. When he comes back he has a set of knee pads in his hands. He tosses them down at me. "Put them on. They're only gonna be used in here. They come off whenever I head out or if anyone else is around." He apparently doesn't care about getting an answer. He knows I'll do what he orders me to.
There are a lot of different rugged rancher-type things on the walls here, including a couple straps, a cane and a whip along with things probably used in bondage scenes, and a couple things I have no idea what they are. Plenty of evidence that he believes in corporal punishment after all. I'm a damn school boy all over again, fearing the teacher's ire, long ago having learned how to sit on an ass that's bearing fresh marks. But now it's sexual. It probably always was but i never thought about things that way back then.
I'm back to being a school boy now, fearing punishment. It's as if it's n never stopped happening. I'm going to always have to fear being punished. I'm gonna have to do whatever I can to avoid it. And that's exactly what the fuck He wants. Obeying men to avoid getting punished.
I finish putting the pads on. "Try them out. Kneel up." And then, "crawl after me." and he leads me into his bedroom. Spotless. I never noticed the décor before. A lot of brown, stiff fabrics, pics of naked slaveboys on the walls. I wonder if they're all boys he broke in.
He yanks on the leash and I kneel up. "I'll leave you alone soon and you can look at the pictures all you want but now I want all your attention on me. Get these boots off me. I shouldn't have walked through the house in them. You'll have to wash my footsteps later."
I get them off him. "Take them to the front door. On your feet but stay bent over. I never want to see you walking upright when I have you naked." I go and do what he says. When I get back I fall to my knees right away. He's got his socks off and his jeans are down to his ankles. He's sitting on the bed. "Pull these off me, fold `em and put them on the chair." I manage to get over to the chair without getting up. I hear him chuckle. "Fuck it's fun watching my naked hairless slaveboy learning how to move around when its Master is present. As you probably have guessed, I love the sight of slaves like you, especially when they have red asses because they were naughty. The pics of guys who have been seriously punished all hang in another room."
"Now over here, faggot. Kneel between my legs with your hands on my knees." He uses a conversational tone and it is very nice. I wonder if I'm ever allowed to respond or speak up at all? "I want you to check in and tell me what's on your mind."
"One of those guys knew me in high school. I used to have a crush on him."
"I know all about it. Your friend Danny filled me in. He told me how he started using you the last few months of high school. You're fucking lucky he doesn't go to Clarkson or your secret would be all over campus by now. But I'll let you in on a little secret, sport. One of the guys you sucked off before is a classmate you've serviced through a glory hole in the mens' rooms. Don't worry, he won't out you. But just think that you ended tasting his piss and swallowing his cum. Now anything else? Come on, boy. Learn to speak up because you're not going to have these opportunities all the time."
"Choking is no fun."
"I'll keep that in mind. What else?"
"Next time, please let me have a chance to piss before you cage me? Please."
"Noted. And what was that like?"
"I sobbed my heart out when you left me along, Sir. I felt like you broke me."
"Why were you sobbing?"
"It just really hit me how real this is, how you have the power to lock me up in a cage when you don't want to be bothered with me."
"Just remember that you are never ignored. Everything is monitored. I would never leave you alone. Not ever."
"After I calmed down, Sir, I felt really safe, just like you told me that dogs do when they're caged. I imagined you were keeping me safe because you really care about me."
"Of course I care about you, sport. It's a big responsibility to keep a slave, let alone to have to train it. I know it's upside down thinking, but you should be proud that I've chosen you, that I'm taking on the responsibility of keeping you and training you. . . . Now is there anything else? This is your last shot, boy."
I strain to think. "thank you for the way you were talking to me when I sucked your cock, Sir."
"You're welcome. Your state as my slave is mental and emotional as well as physical. It affects your entire being, even when you're not with me. Speaking of which: It's now late Tuesday morning. Your dean has been notified and you were excused from your classes yesterday and today. I'm bringing you back to campus tonight. Your roommate as been told you had a family emergency and he shouldn't ask you about because it has you very upset. So act that way."
"You'll go to your Wednesday classes as usual. You'll have a new faculty advisor. Professor Walker. is a political science prof. He knows you're my slave. He's a Dom but he'll will never have anything to do with you that way. Nonetheless, he'll be keeping a close eye on you and you have to check in with him often. He can decide you deserve to be punished any time. Vic will take care of punishing you when necessary, so I know you'll be on your best behavior."
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