IX.
One might think that Timmy would be startled waking up in such a strange place and at first not realizing where he was, but that didn't happen. It was as if Timmy was lost in a dream long before he fell asleep that was still continuing. He could feel Jonah's body next to him. He could also feel the slowly receding pain from the whippings he had received. And then he could feel the way that damn cage restricted his dick from rising. And he sighed.
Then his fingers trailed their way from Jonah's chest all the way down, running themselves through his pubic bush (where Timmy was shaved bare) and along the way felt Jonah's erection and began toying with it very gently and all over and of course Jonah was awake now and loving every second of what was happening until all of a sudden he took Timmy by the wrist and stopped him. He was close to an orgasm and he wanted to save it because he was taking the slaveboy's virginity this morning after getting it ready.
Timmy slowly opens his eyes and finds himself staring into Jonah's wide-open eyes. Jonah says to him gently, "Let my eyes fuck your eyes, boy," and Timmy sighs. And they are linked. The alarm on Jonah's phone goes off. It's 10 am. They had almost seven hours of sleep. He decides to check on Timmy. "Were you able to sleep through the night, baby?"
Baby? ???? ????????? No one has ever called Timmy that in his life, except when he was a toddler perhaps. Not in a sweet homosexual way, anyway. Between being called `boy' all the time and now that, he finds himself regressing, not sure how far, but he loves thinking of Jonah as so far over him. He would have been ready for it before he graduated high school but that would have been illegal. The truth was, though, that he would have given it up to more than one of the boys in his class and a couple younger than him as well.
Timmy was a dirty boy from the time he first saw a fellow camper's hardon back when he was only 11. If was funny. Only in summer camp. Never during the school year. And once the camp years were over, there was nothing except in his own fantasies. It was too risky to let anyone know. the only out kid in his high school was regularly teased and bullied. He remembers how much his mother used to complain about that "queer" hanging around in his crowd of friends. They didn't care.
Besides, looking back now he thinks that most of his friends back during those early pubescent years had turned out just like him. Well maybe not wanting to become someone's slave, but certainly wanted to become some guy's someone.
He starts to moan. Jonah has reached down with his free hand and was squeezing his buttock and it gets lit on fire again from the lashes he got last night with Jonah's strap. And damn, that sure does make him feel like some naughty teenager. Well maybe 18 or 19, just to be legal. Yeah, a fresh college freshman getting broken in by a graduate student who met in the library one night early in the semester and started hanging out with. That strap hurts! But the reality of it all, just to jump back into the present.
The fact that there is another guy in his life who can take a strap to him, that is delicious. To be subject to someone he has the hots for. Right here right now with him 21 and Jonah what, 25 maybe? And Jonah made him bend over last night and beat him with his strap because . . . . damn, he doesn't even remember why . . . . . oh yeah, he didn't suck his feet enthusiastically enough. Jonah said he was going to learn how to do it so he might as well start getting turned on by it, whoever that's supposed to happen.
But the idea of it does turn him on. Turn the hell out of him. And the knowledge that it's going to keep happening from now on is part of that and it's a bit scary. Just three lashes and he's still so sore. But then Jonah squeezes a little harder and Timmy remembers that he never answered Jonah's question. "Slept well all night, Master. Never woke up until now. OW!" Jonah chuckles.
"My strap got your attention, boy. I'll have to keep that in mind. So anyway, your first job of the day will be to go make a pot of coffee. If you have to pee, do it first. There's a little room off the kitchen with a bathroom. Don' t forget you have to sit. And rinse the cage the way I did last night. There's liquid soap in the bathroom." As Timmy walks away he wonders if Jonah's had to rinse out cock cages other times as well? Jonah walks in while the coffee is being brewed, in a black terrycloth robe. Hot as fuck.
Timmy realizes he likes being naked when Jonah isn't. He remembers when a man in the club tried to convince him to strip naked there and walk around, but he refused to do it. Not like that in front of other horny men who were all dressed, at least from the waist down. But if he were there with Jonah . . . . well actually he'd have no choice. I figures that Jonah will keep him naked most of the time. He's so much less than Jonah. He gets that. And it gets him, turns him on to be the sub, the slave. What's the difference between the two, he wonders? Not sure. He wants to be the slave. Needs to be a slave. Was born to be a slave. That's what Jonah keeps telling him.
Jonah pushes down on Timmy's shoulder. "Get down there and do what you're here to do, faggot," Jonah says and Timmy slides down until the tip is in his mouth, and falls to his kneew. "Stay like that, with tongue," Jonah coaches. "Get it in the slit too." he adds. And Jonah stays in control very step of the way until at last he pushes the slave's head away. "Enough. Saving my load for later. I'm gonna breed you , boy."
When Timmy gets up off his knees he pours a cup of coffee and gives it to Jonah. He had already taken the cream out of the fridge so Jonah has what he needs. Once Jonah is set, Timmy fixes his own. They stand their facing one another, sipping their coffee. Jonah reaches out and takes one of Timmy's nipples in his finger and starts toying with it. Timmy breathes more heavily and tries to back off a little. "Whenever a Master reaches for those nipples, slave, you're to push it into his fingers. Those nipples are there for Master's to play with as much as they want. Your nipples should be sore almost all the time, boy," and Timmy struggles a bit before he says "Yes, Master," nipples are for Masters." "All Masters, boy. Any one who ever reaches for them. Understand?" "Yes, Master," and the slave surrenders another part of itself to the Master. Jonah decides not to get too severe right now so he switches his hand to the other nipple and the slave does push a bit. "That's a good boy. Give the Masters the nipples."
At one point Timmy gets so turned on that he leans forward and kisses the Master's hand while it's torturing the nipples. Jonah also changed the way the boy thinks and speaks. They are the nipples,' not my nipples'. If Timmy weren't so smart he wouldn't grasp just how demeaning that is, just how far down Jonah intends to take this boy he called `baby' not too long ago. It's all so confusing. "Just stop overthinking and do what you're told," he says to himself. AS if that were possible.
Jonah fixes a second cup of coffee. Then he goes and sits on one of the kitchen chairs facing away from the table. He opens his robe and spreads his legs. "Get down here," he orders Timmy, "and do some work on my balls. Lick and suck. Roll them around in your mouth one at a time. Try to take the entire sac in your faggot mouth if you can. You only get one cup of coffee." And so another restriction is imposed and Timmy knows this one really hurts. So what?
They shower together. Jonah actually washes the slave himself with a loofah and some awesome smelling soap, and he gets in everywhere and then uses a rough wash cloth to scrub its hole. Then he orders Timmy to do the same to him except for the part about the asshole. Jonah gets out of the shower first after turning off the water. He dries himself and then gives the damp towel to the slave to take care of itself. Meanwhile he opens a closet door and takes out equipment for an enema.
Timmy hasn't had anything this since he was about five. Just like then, he kneels on the ground and puts his head down and ass up. "spread those cheeks, faggot. Make it easier for me," says the Master sounding a bit annoyed at the slave's stupidity. He inserts the spigot and fills the boy's insides with warm water mixed with a bit of olive oil. Timmy doesn't know about the oil until much later and figures it just helps make him slick inside. The whole process happens at least twice every time. When it's finished and the slave has cleaned the outside of its hole, Jonah tells Timmy to get into the same position on the bed.
He takes a lubed finger and touches it to the slave's hole, hearing Timmy gasp. "Yes, boy, I know. So strange being violated this way, but that's what happens to slaves when they're taken. Now push back on my finger. Open your hole for my finger." Once Timmy starts, Jonah pushes himself until finally the entire finger is embedded in his ass. "This is the same way you'll take my cock the first time." He removes the finger and then begins again, this time with two. Timmy grunts a few times. "I know. Never said it would be easy for you to give yourself to me this way, slave. But it's what I want so give it to me." Jonah scissors the fingers and with the other hand he slaps Timmy's ass again and it makes Timmy yelp and surrendered until the entire two fingers are inside him. Next comes a butt plug. Then poppers followed by a bigger plug. And that's enough.
"Okay, baby. Your Master's gonna fuck you. Gonna take your cherry. Gonna own your ass." He places his hard cock at the entrance and orders the boy to back itself onto it the same way as with the fingers. Only this time he waits for the slave to open itself up as much as it can on its own. Jonah pulls out.
"Okay, faggot. One your back." Jonah raises the boy's legs, pushes them back and orders him to hold them in that position. Once again he finger-fucks the slave briefly then lubes up his dick, enters the slave slowly, then begins fucking the boy and Timmy cries out several times, as was expected. "That's right, faggot. Your Master is raping your hole, making it nice and open for him whenever he wants in there. You can do better, slaveboy. Open more for me. Let me deep inside you. That's why I took you from that pissy corner you were kneeling in. I took you for myself so I could fuck you like this all the time I want, whenever I want. Turn the pissy-boy into a pussy! With his words and his cock working together, Jonah takes total possession of this boy, making him his, and Timmy begins crying, not from the pain because it's already starting to feel good, but rather from knowing that Jonah will fuck him again and again like this.
But not so. After a good while, Jonah says, "Now for my favorite way to fuck you. Turn over on your stomach." Jonah takes a pillow and puts it under the boy's caged groin then gets on top, sticks himself into the slave again and lies on top of him. He kisses the back of the boy's neck and surrounds its neck with his hands. "This is the way I like the best," he says to the slave. "it's more personal. It's about me fucking you because you want me to. Get that, slave. It's also about the sore ass you'll often have continues to extend the way the slave was recently punished." Timmy comprehends and backs himself up into Jonah's groin already feeling that desire.
And that's the way Jonah fucks his slave until the time comes when instead of fucking it, he's making love to it. To Timmy. To his submissive lover. That will come eventually. But not too soon. There's still so much to teach this slaveboy.
Finally, Jonah reaches his peak and rams himself into his slave again as he spills out his load and it takes a good while for it all the last since there is so much. "I have conquered you, Timmy. All of you. I fucking own you, boy. And you will always be a slave." When Timmy hears that he gets a little sad because Jonah said he'll always be A slave' not MY slave.'
Will Jonah be only the first of many? He decides not to think about that ever again. Right now he belongs to Jonah totally. Stay in the now. So much better. Don't let your fucked up brain spoil it. When you were young your fun always got spoiled. Not any more. You chosen to have this kind of `fun,' even though most people would never be able to understand how it could be fun. But you know. And so will any man who ends up becoming your Master. Besides, anyone who ever becomes my Master will be extremely good at it and I'd most likely be crazy for him. That's all that matters. "It's all I have for now," Timmy tells himself, "appreciate it like its forever."
END OF CHAPTER NINE
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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
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