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After they've eaten, Jonah brings the slave into his bedroom and has it kneel before him with his hands behind his back.
"So tell me, boy, and do not lie to me: Did you touch your dick when you were in the shower?"
"Yes, Master. I'm sorry. I forgot a couple times. It was hard to wash without touching it."
"But I told you that I would wash it myself. How many times did you touch it, boy?"
Timmy thinks for a bit. "Two or three times, Master?"
"What was it, boy, twice or three times?"
"Um, three times, Master."
"Well that has to be punished, boy, since I told you not to touch it. Do you understand that you deserve to be punished for touching that dick that BELONGS TO ME, NOT TO YOU, FAGGOT?"
Timmy looks distressed. "Yes, Master, I deserve to be punished for touching what doesn't belong to me."
"Correct. Three times you touched. Three times you'll get hit."
Jonah opens the top drawer of his dresser and takes out a leather paddle about 18 inches long.
"kneel up straight, faggot."
Timmy obeys.
"Lean your crotch forward so that dick is sticking out." Again Timmy obeys. Jonah raises the paddle and strikes the boy's dick hard with the paddle. He bends over in pain.
"Again, faggot. Up straight. Push out that dick. " Timmy already has tears in his eyes. Jonah waits until he gets back into position. He strikes it again.
"Ow!" the slave cries out, bending down to the ground in pain.
"I know this hurts a lot, boy. It has to so you'll remember never to touch it again. Get up again."
Timmy does but protectively tries to back off to hide his dick.
"Stick that fucking cock out, boy, and take your punishment or I'll have to hit you four times!"
With tears flowing down his face, the boy timidly leans his crotch forward. Jonah feigns hitting him and immediately the boy backs off crying.
"Stick it out, faggot," Jonah says. Once the boy is back in position, the paddle comes crashing down again and the boy leans forward and falls to the floor crying.
"What do you have to say for yourself, boy?" Jonah asks, sounding a bit more tender.
"I'm sorry, Master. I'll never touch it again."
"I know you won't. I'm going to make sure. Stand up all the way now. Don't worry, I'm not going to hit you again. I usually wouldn't hit a beginner slave as hard as I just hit you, but this is an important lesson you have to learn. Two lessons, in fact: One, never disobey your Master, and two, never touch that dick."
Once the boy is standing up, Jonah takes him in his arms and lets him cry out the pain. Jonah strokes the back of its head and helps the slave calm down. "Stay where you are, baby," he says and goes back to the drawer and takes something else out. Then he goes into the bathroom and runs the water for a while. He comes back with a wet washcloth in his hand. He goes back and sits on the side of the bed. "Come closer to me, boy." As soon as Timmy does, Jonah takes the wash cloth and gently cleans the boy's dick, which still hurts so much that it doesn't get hard, which is exactly what Jonah was hoping. He takes what turns out to be a cock cage and gently fits it over the boy's sore member, then locks it with the key he has on a black string and juggles it.
Timmy looks down at his crotch and sighs heavily.
"That sigh tells me that you just got turned on having yourself locked in chastity. That's good. The cage protects you from slipping again and getting punished more." He then takes the key on the string and hangs it from a hook in the closet. "Come over here and take a look, slave. I want you to know where it is in case of some emergency when you need to get the cage off and I'm not around. Never ever unlock yourself unless it's an actual emergency when someone, such as a doctor, is going to need access to that dick. Understand, boy?"
"Yyyes, Mmaster," the boy stutters a little, still a bit awestruck about what just happened to him.
"It will be very uncomfortable the first couple of days, but after that it will begin to feel totally natural. This way you can't get hard again and you never have to worry about not touching yourself there. Of course, it also means that you can never get to cum most of the time. Slaves like you shouldn't be all that interested in cumming. The only cock that matters in this relationship is the Master's. Understand that, boy?"
"yes, Master. I understand."
"Okay, and now it's time to start teaching you how to speak to me. First thing: Never use the word "I" when referring to yourself. Say things like this slave' or your slave' or this boy' or your boy', things like that. Understand, boy?"
"Yes, Master . . . um... your slave' understands." I know you'll slip up at times. It's only to be expected. You won't be punished for slipping up, at least not in the beginning, but always correct yourself when you've said the forbidden word. The same thing goes for me' and my' and mine.' I can tell you're a smart boy. After all, you're a college graduate, so I know you'll be able to figure out what to say in those cases. Isn't that true, slaveboy?"
"Yes, Master, your boy understands."
Jonah smiles and taps the boy on the cheek. "Good boy."
"Go get the manacles from the bathroom and bring them here. You can remain standing for now."
"yes, Master." Timmy goes into the bathroom and quickly returns, handing the manacles and chain to his Master.
"Hold out your wrists," says Jonah, and then he fastens the manacles snugly on the boy's wrists. These aren't leather but are made of a high quality synthetic alloy that resembles leather but that does not irritate the skin when worn for a long period of time. "You'll wear these almost all the time. They won't irritate the skin. If you do feel anything, let me know."
"Yes, Master."
"Now kneel down and keep your eyes lowered." Once Timmy's in place, Jonah tells him, "I told you that you'd be whipped when I got you here. I don't know anything about your pain tolerance so I'll be using something that is reasonably gentle. It's very important that you don't try to be brave but hold nothing back. The only way I can tell how much this hurts you is if I can hear your reactions, moaning, groaning, crying out, whatever. This is not punishment, it's simply conditioning. A good whipping will help you realize that you've crossed a line and have become a slave. Again, I repeat myself: Don't be brave. I have to know what hurts and how much it hurts if I'm to make any decisions about how to whip you. Do you understand me, boy?"
"Yyyes, Master. . .. affffff raid, Master."
"I'm sure you are. That's fine. A newly enslaved boy should indeed be afraid. It's all part of the scene. Usually a certain amount of spanking/whipping can be a sexual turn-on if you're a true masochist. That remains to be seen. I want this to hurt, but no too much. If you get off on it, so much the better. Obviously your cock can't get hard any longer so I can't go by that. But I'll be able to tell as long as your reactions are honest. And if they're not, you're nothing but a fool. The type of fool who manages to piss his pants in a public bar just because some creep convinced him to do it. Get my meaning, boy?"
The humiliation hurts more than anything else. Yes, indeed, he was a fool. But if he hadn't been, he would never have met Jonah and would never have had a chance to experience the things he's experiencing now. "Yes, Master. Understand."
"Good. Then follow me, boy. We're going down to the basement. Be careful on the stairs in your bare feet. They're carpeted because a lot of naked slaves have gone downstairs to the dungeon, but still be careful since it's your first time.
"yes, Master."
Jonah leads the boy down to the basement which is a fully equipped bdsm dungeon that Jonah's quite proud of. It's been the site of some good times and some wild parties in the past and will continue to be so, especially now that he's finally taken a slave of his own. If it works out. That remains to be seen, but the fact that that slave took the punishment and didn't run away is a good sign.
Timmy's jaw drops and his eyes pop wide open when he's led into Jonah's dungeon for the very first time. There are a few tables and surfaces with hooks for binding, there's a whipping post and a Saint Andrew's Cross, a cage and various toys strewn about with whips, crops, floggers and paddles hung on the black walls.
Timmy looks like he's about to have an anxiety attack seeing all this so Jonah quickly wraps the boy in a tender hug and runs his hands up and down the boy's back. "It will be okay, boy. I'm here with you. Haven't you ever seen something like this in all the porn you were watching?" "yes, Master, but it's different being here in the middle of it and knowing that you'll be using all this with me..um, with your slave, Master."
Jonah lets the slip go by. "Just remember that I'm going to train you step by slow step. I have no intentions of brutalizing you. If I did that, you'd quickly give up and run away. I don't want that. I want to keep you, boy. I want you to want to stay as my slave. Think of it this way: I'm here to help you become every bit the slave you're meant to be, whatever that means. Step by step. You just have to realize that I'm in charge and that I want you to settle into all this at a reasonable pace. You have to learn to trust your Master not to destroy you."
"Yes, Master. Please help your boy become a good slave for you."
Jonah is delighted to hear that Timmy is asking for. "I intend to, sweet boy, I intend to. Just the first step tonight. Your first whipping from your Master. Remember what I told you upstairs. This is not punishment, it's conditioning. It's meant to help you enter more fully into your new way of life. It's part of what it means to be a slave. To be my slave.
"Don't be brave. Let me hear your pain. But also, don't pretend. If I suspect you're pretending, it will go very rough for you."
"Promise, Master. Your slave won't pretend anything."
Jonah takes a small chain and hooks the slave's manacles together. He flips a switch and the white lights give way to blue ones and a circling globe. He takes the boy by the manacles and clips them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Slowly, he raises the chain until the slave's arms are extended above its head just enough so the slave can still stand fully on its feet. "That's high enough for now. Let me know if your hands begin to tingle. If they do, I'll bind you another way. Just try to relax.
"Take in the fact that I have you suspended, that you are totally helpless and that you are my slave about to get whipped for the very first time." He takes a bottle of poppers out of his pocket and puts them at the slave's nose. "Inhale through your nose." And so Timmy gets his very first hit of poppers.
"OMG," he cries out.
"that's right. My slave is helpless, knowing I'm going to whip him. Ride with the effect of the poppers."
Jonah waits to see what the boy's reaction will be. He gives it a second hit. He's actually shocked when the boy cries out, "Master Jonah, please whip your slave. Make it yours. Please, Master."
"that's a good boy. You're pleasing your Master very much. Now let's have you taste one of my whips."
He selects a relatively light flogger and runs the ends of it down the boy's back and then down his ass as well. Depending on how the boy reacts, he may whip its ass in addition to its back. That remains to be seen.
"We'll begin slow and easy, boy. I'm gonna whip this faggot so it knows what it's meant to be."
He starts in, slowly, on the boy's upper back, then works his way down, careful to avoid the kidneys. Gradually the lashes get more severe until the slave begins to groan. "Yesssss," it cries.
"See? It can be pleasurable for my slave to get whipped. But not always," he says as he increases the severity of the flogging and the boy begins to cry out lightly. He decides to cover the boy's ass as well, and that gets a stronger reaction from the slave. "I own your entire body, slaveboy. I can whip you anywhere I want."
He picks up the pace bit by bit, actually surprised at how well the boy is handling it all. A few light outcries but then it settles down as Jonah varies the severity.
He puts down that flogger and chooses one a bit more intense, and now he gets some good cries out of the boy and he starts to writhe around as if trying to avoid the lashes. This whip gets the slave crying out a lot more and Jonah starts hitting the boy's back harder and more rapidly. One really hard lash gets Timmy screaming out, then lighter ones as he settles down again. Every time the Master increases the intensity the boy cries out more and Jonah knows he's on the verge of getting carried away, so he stops for a bit, puts down the whip and runs both hands down the boy's back.
"OMG," cries out the boy. "Own this slave, Master, this is so awesome, feels so awesome. hurts and feels good at the same time. Jonah realizes that this little slut is a natural masochist, promising some wonderful sessions. Next he takes one of his favorite straps, not too thick and very smooth and decides to use this for what will most likely be the finale.
He doesn't hold back but lashes the slave good and hard with the strap and now it screams out with each blow but also cries yes, yes, yes. Several really hard lashes to the boy's ass and the tears are flowing now and Jonah decides to stop just as the boy begins to break down crying.
"I own you, Timmy," he says and the boy cries out, "Yes, Master." Jonah switches again to the light flogger he began with and completes the whipping with this one gradually getting more and more gentle, bringing the boy down, and the sounds he makes while he's gently sobbing are exquisite. He works the slave's flesh again with his hands and they boy cries out "thank you, thank you, thank you, Master, for whipping your slave."
Jonah steps back and gives the slave time to absorb the pain while sobbing gently. "You gave me enormous pleasure, slave, with the sweet music you make for your Master." He walks around to the front of the boy's body and runs his fingers through the boy's tears. Then he holds the back of the boy's head and kisses him with sweet loving kisses, and salivates, waiting to see what Timmy does. Sure enough, the slave starts to suck the juices from its Master's mouth.
"You're such a good boy, Timmy. I'm so happy that I found you. I'm so happy that I own you, that you're mine. I'm so happy to be the first to do these things to you."
Slowly Timmy calms down. "Usually I would fuck a slave after whipping it like this but since you're a virgin, I'll spare you that for now." "No, Master, no. Please, Master, please fuck your slave? Please bust its cherry, Master. Please?"
If I fuck you now it will hurt terribly. I don't want your first time to be that painful. "I don't care about the pain, Master. Please? Finish taking your slave the way you want?"
"what a wonderful thing, hearing my slave begging to be fucked. I promise you I will fuck you tomorrow morning after I have time to prepare your ass. I'll take your virginity tomorrow, slave. I promise you. Now you can show me your gratitude with your mouth on my cock for the first time." Jonah strips out of his clothes, then lowers the chain, unclips the boy and helps it fall to the ground. "good boy, good slave."
He goes to a low seat and spreads his legs wide. "Crawl over here, faggot slave. Suck your Master's cock."
This is the first time Timmy's ever seen the Master's cock. Holy shit! It's almost a replica of Roger's, just a little thicker. Eagerly he crawls to Jonah and takes the crown of his cock in his mouth and uses his tongue to give the Master as much pleasure as he can possibly give.
"I'm not going to coach you how to suck my cock right now, boy. You show me what you've learned from others. Make love to your Master's cock. Coax out the first load of his cum you'll ever get to swallow."
Jonah give the boy a hit of poppers again and Timmy goes to town.
"That's right, faggot. Show me how hungry you are for cock."
And Timmy does just that, not neglecting to take some time giving pleasure to Jonah's balls as well. Nice firm big balls.
"That's it, cocksucker. That's my slut. You're gonna spend your whole fucking life worshiping between my legs, faggot."
Timmy hopes this will be true as he shows Jonah how grateful he is that Jonah took him from the corner of that bar and turned him into a slave who is so close to falling totally in love with him that it's shameful, just because he loves this cock so very much, and the fact that he's sore from his first whipping makes him even more eager to show his Master all his grateful devotion until at last, he drinks down the content of the Master's balls knowing that the time will come when this drink will be followed with the Master's piss. And it feels like this is just so very very right!. This is what he is. This is where he belongs. If only Roger could see him now.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
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Finally, here's the list of my former stories and when the ends of the stories were posted. Always best to read them in order.
- The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 These four are connected: 2. Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023 5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023
Stand-alone stories: 6. Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 7. Training Toby 12/31/2023 8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024 9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2024
Have a nice day! Rob