When we got back from supper, Craig fucked me and made believe I was a captured boy and he was taking me for the first time as a way of teaching me what I was now. He told me what my life as his slave would be like and how if I was a good boy I wouldn't be whipped too often. but I'll be getting whipped tomorrow night for the first time while others watch. "Getting whipped is part of your life, slave, along with getting fucked by the men who own you." By the time he came inside me I was sunk so deeply into sub space that I begged him for his piss (!!!!!) for the first time ever. I remember Danny telling that the day would come when I would beg a Master to use me that way. Or was it Jeffrey? Oh well, doesn't matter. It's just that his prediction came true tonight. Craig would not let me put his cock in my mouth because he had just been up my ass. He made me kneel in the bathtub and hold my mouth open and he stood back and aimed for my mouth. His aim was perfect and he filled me up while telling me that he was so pleased I finally realized that I was meant to be his toilet. By the time he was finished, to tell you the truth, I was already regretting that I had actually humbled my self so much that I would beg for it the way I did.
He let me clean out my mouth right away and also made me clean inside me before we went to bed. I told him I didn't think I could fall asleep because of that two-hour nap I had. "Then why don't you get up? Go sit down and write a note to Danny until your handwriting gets sloppy. Then it will be time for you to stop and come back into bed and snuggle up against me and fall asleep."
I smiled at him and replied "yes, Master." I got up and took out my note paper Craig's family got me for Christmas and started writing. My intensity lamp doesn't light up the whole room so I used that so I wouldn't keep Craig awake.
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DEAR MASTER DANNY,
Thank you for writing me. Before I tell you anything else, here are the rules you wanted me to tell you about:
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Always naked in the dorm. Everywhere.
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Always on the ground. only stand when absolutely necessary. always wear knee pads.
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Always ask permission to drink something. Usually from Master's mouth or from a bowl on the floor.
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Only allowed to eat anything when Master is with me. This is experimental and might be changed.
So that's all of it, Sir.
I had a rough time of it today. Craig and Larry signed me up to take a class in Greek and Roman slavery in the ancient world. The professor is obviously into that kind of stuff. Sounded pretty interesting. But they told him I was a slave and he made a big deal out of it class and how my state as a slave is different from other types of slavery and blah, blah, blah.
But they started discussing me and asking me embarrassing things about my life as a slave. Someone suggested I strip naked in their class so they could see me as I really am and would realize that I'm inferior to all of them. Someone else joked about how much sexual experience I must have—far more than any of them (I guess I should be proud!).
Anyway, I felt more and more like just some object they were talking about. After class Schillinger (that's the prof) said he would think about me being naked and if he decided it would be good, he'll bring it to Craig to decide what I should do.
I guess I should be wallowing in all that humiliation, but the truth is that it really freaked me out. In fact, after Schillinger let me leave, I ran to the bathroom and puked my guts out.
When I got home, Craig immediately knew something was wrong. He took total care of me and he is the most wonderful human being I've ever met. I ended up napping after everything he did for me. When I woke up he spanked me "as much as I needed" then took me to dinner at the diner and he let me have my favorite foods! He never asked me to tell him what happened. We never discussed it. This is the first time I'm saying anything about it. He'll read this, of course, so that's how I'm telling him and you what happened.
I'm really not feeling too good about that course now. But I guess that's good since I'm a slave and all those real slaves back then probably never felt too good about all the things they had to do either, so at least we all have that in common sometimes.
So I'm getting very sleepy right now so I'll stop here and maybe add more tomorrow. I'll see what Master wants me to do after he reads this.
Good night for now, Master Danny. Thank you for being in my life.
Q
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When Craig read it the next morning he decided that this was all he'll let me write to Danny this time. He took a picture of it and that's what he'll send Danny. This way he can keep the originals himself. He says maybe he'll make a novel out of it—or have me do that, tell my story so others can read about it and maybe even get off on it. Hmmm. Sounds like a good idea, but I'm really not sure I have what it takes to write something like that. Anyway, we'll see. We'll see.
As far as what happened in class yesterday, Craig wasn't happy about how Schillinger let things get so out of hand the very first time the class met. Not a good precedent. "I have no problem with him outing you as a slave but why did he have to do it right at the beginning? As far as I'm concerned, that would completely derail his plans to open the course."
He was on his bed and I was on my knees between his legs with my hands on his thighs. Lately he always wants me this way when he's talking over things with me. Helps me settle, helps me feel the right way, his slave and all.
"Sir, I think it was his plan to open the course with me. After all, Larry had told him all about me. He knew I'd be there. I'm not trying to defend him. I don't know what to think now, but I'm not excited about the course any longer. In fact, part of me is dreading it." (I was really hinting around that maybe Craig would reconsider having me take the course. Add-drop period still has a whole week to go.)
"Understandable. Q. Just remember that if things get heated up again, and they probably will, you are my slave and I am ordering you to surrender to whatever happens. Understand?"
"Yes, Master." I'm not surprised. "even if..." He cuts me off. Puts his hand under my chin and taps it up so I'm looking into his eyes.
"no `even if's'. boy. did you hear my words? "surrender to whatever happens." That's what I want. Besides, it would be good for the other guys to get to witness a true slave's submission in action. AS for you naked . . . . let me think about that. What time does the class meet?"
"MWF at 2:30."
"Shit! No way I can arrange to be there without cutting out of a class or lab. Well, I'm not letting you strip naked in the middle of a class without me being there. Larry is the only faculty member you'll ever strip for without me. NO fucking way. So turn all of that off for now, boy. Don't worry about it now. We've got a big night ahead of us. Ever get your balls beat before?"
"Yes, Master. Stan did it once at his coffee shop."
"and?"
"and it was hot, to tell the truth, even if it did make me double over and cry after a while." I find I'm automatically spreading my legs farther.
"You'll be doing that tonight for sure, faggot, and I'm gonna enjoy watching it. Might even join in myself. It's time for me to start enjoying those balls. After all, they only have two functions. The first is manufacturing cum and that's a waste since you hardly ever get to spill it."
"What's the second function, Sir?"
"they're there to deliver pain. I've been neglecting that function. Things will change tonight, that's for sure, my precious little pain pig." He ruffles my hair.
Ulp. Things are shifting, probably for the rest of the night. When he starts calling me "faggot," I know he's toughening up. I wonder if he manages to convince himself that's all he sees when he looks at me when he's in that frame of mind.
His phone rings. It's his mother.
"Hi, Ma. . . .Nothing special. We're just relaxing a bit. We've got a big evening planned. A couple of our friends have invited us out to dinner with them. You'd never believe where they're taking us! . . . no, not there . . . no . . . . (giggling)...you'll never guess. They're taking us to "the Westerly!" . . . .really...yes, obviously well-heeled . . . . . . . so did you need something? . . . . tomorrow afternoon? "Mommy, I can't make any promises. It's going to be a late night for us. . . . . . 5? sure, that might work. . . . okay . . . . So it's okay if I call at noon to cancel? . . yup . . . thanks, Mom. he' s good . . . . listening in now . . . "
He turns to me "Mom sends her love."
"Okay, Mom. thanks. I'll tell you all about it . . .yeah. . . . I promise. Okay.. Goodbye. Love you."
All this time he's got his hands on my head toying with my hair, massaging my scalp with the tips of his fingers, and I swear my cock has started dripping.
"Let's see what kind of shape you're in tomorrow before I decide whether to bring you over there." And with that he lets me know that he won't be babying me or protecting me from abuse when Austin and his buddy work me over tonight. It's been a while.
He pushes my head down. I get my tongue on his feet. He deliberately stayed barefoot after we got back from the caff and I knew his toes were cold because mine were as well. Sure enough. Little ice cubes. I rubbed my cheek back and forth across both his feet over and over trying to warm them up. He managed to get his big toe pushing at my mouth and it was still cool when I took it in and started tonguing it and sucking on it. Leaning on my elbow, I took my other hand and started toying with his other foot, trying to warm them up with my fingers.
He sighs. "That's it, faggot. Worship a real man's feet. do what slaves like you do to pay us respect and adoration. come on, faggot. Get all my toes in your mouth. Get that tongue working between them, slaveboy. I should take a video of this and give it to Schillinger so he can show the class how you behave when you're with your Master. Let them see what kind of a pig you are, how much you worship a boy your own age, but a boy who's becoming what you'll never be: a man. Always a boy sniveling between its Master's toes. That's it, Q. Show me what you're worth. FUCK, Show me what I'm worth to you!"
I'm in sub paradise, doing what I'm doing, serving the love of my life the way I am, being his slave, being humbled by his voice, his words, by the it feels when we're nothing more than Master and slave.
I don't know how long it lasted, me down there with his feet in my mouth. I didn't care. I think I might have gotten past the point where I got bored having to do the same thing for a long period of time just because he's not in the mood to give me something else to do.
"Lie on your back, hands behind your head."
This is new. I start feeling the soles of his feet as they explore my face, my neck my chest and down over me. Sometimes he puts pressure on his feet, almost stepping on me a bit. he says nothing; he doesn't have to. I drink deeply from the well of my subjugation. I am safe. I am secure. I am his possession, his serf, his faggot, his pig, his cocksucker, his catamite, his slave and the slave to his love for me. There are moments like this when I wish time would just freeze and leave me here beneath him for all eternity. I start wondering if I will be his slave in heaven. I don't think I could enjoy heaven if he's not with me ruling over me, maybe making me play love songs to him on my harp.
Craig gets another call. He rests his feet on top of my face. "Hello? . . . . Oh, hi, Austin. What's up?" Oh shit! He's calling to cancel!!!! "The Gentleman? Yes, sure I know it. Way beyond my means. I don't think I could afford a handkerchief from that place. . . . . really? . . . you're kidding? . . . . oh man, you guys don't have to do this . . . . okay, promise? simple? . . . . sure. . . . . we could head there right now in fact . . . ."
He doesn't say anything else for a good long while. He's listening to something. His feet aren't even moving on my face . . . "wow. that's intense, dude. oh yeah, the boy will get it real good . . . . . shit, this is wild. you got it, Austin. . . . ask for Henry. Got it.. . . See you at six. bye."
Craig disconnects the call and tells me to kneel up before him. "I want you to shower. Then I'm bringing you to an upscale clothing store—you know the one on Main St., the Gentleman . . . now get this: Heinrich wants you to understand that you must be stripped of every possession. I'm tol deliver you to this man named Henry totally naked except for cage and collar. You must begin our evening totally naked, owning nothing, not even a stitch of clothing. Henry will dress you the way that Master Heinrich wants you to look when he takes you to dinner, that for every second you are with us you are aware of your total nakedness while everything you need to survive is supplied by your Masters. He wants you to yearn to be naked again while we dine so that as soon as you get back into the limo after dinner you beg him to allow you to be naked once again."
Fuck that's heavy. I am speechless.
After my shower, he dresses me in sweats and sneakers without socks. We head out and he drives into a part of town I've never seen before. What now?
THAT'S THE END OF THIS CHAPTER
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