TWENTY-ONE
When they arose the next morning, Derek had the slave use the bathroom to clean itself out. He wanted to fuck the boy before he left. Once everything was in order, he got into the shower and had the slave squat (not kneel) at his feet. He started running the water and he pissed on the slave's head, letting it mingle with the water splashing off his body. Derek started washing with a sweet-scented body wash and instructed the slave to wash itself with it hands in the soapy water running down its Master's body while still squatting.
"This is how we will shower from now on," he told the slave, who was sinking into the delicious humiliation of this new practice, obviously suggested by Uncle Harry.
Uncle Harry had had a lot of stories to share with Derek during dinner, stories of the slave's gradual sexual awakening. The young lad had always trusted his uncle and shared everything he could about the thoughts he had as well as the fears, the secrets, and desires which he didn't want anyone else to know. When he was on the cusp of puberty, his uncle explained that he would be drawn either to girls or to boys and want them in a kind of strange way, possibly wondering what they looked like naked or how he wished he could touch them. He had already told his uncle that most of the boys had begun talking about girls in sexy ways, watching their breasts develop, for example, as well as commenting on other aspects of their anatomy. He also told his uncle that he didn't like hearing about those things. "Perhaps your interests is more in boys than girls," he explained. "If so, there is nothing to be ashamed about. Some people have bad things to say about guys like that, but you know you are always safe with me and I would never judge you. So once you decide where your interests lie, dear boy, don't be afraid to let me know about it and I will be able to guide you along the way."
Toby told his uncle that he believed his interests were in boys rather than girls, and how he liked sneaking peeks at the boys in the shower. He was embarrassed, he told his uncle, because all the boys were growing hair "down there" but he wasn't yet. "You're a late bloomer," his uncle told him. "I'm sure it's embarrassing, but don't worry—things will turn out all right eventually."
"Three of the guys in my class noticed how I was still bare and they cornered me in the shower the other day and started making fun of me. They called me names like baby dick' and smooth balls boy.' It was very humiliating. And I ended up getting hard and that started them teasing me all over again and telling me I was a queer."
"I'm sorry that happened to you, Toby. How did it make you feel?"
"It was weird, Uncle Harry. I hated it at first but deep down inside I felt warm and sexy and that's why I got hard, I think. But now I just keep trying to hide myself in a corner and hope they'll leave me alone." Harry's mind was making all sorts of connections. He'd always known how obedient his nephew was, but then he began wondering if his obedience was actually submissiveness, and the reason he reacted to the taunting the way he did suggests that he might also be getting turned on by humiliation. And yet, the poor boy was only 13! He decided right then and there that he wouldn't ever touch the boy in any way until he came of age—18.
In the meantime, he encouraged Toby to tell him about any other situations which made him feel that way, and that it would always be safe for him to tell whatever he wanted to and that Harry would never think less of the boy or make fun of him in any way.
Derek thinks for a while. "Hmmm. 13 years old. Masturbation. Did he ever tell you when he started doing it?"
"Not at first, but the first time he actually shot a load, he came to me because he was worried what it was. I explained what it was, but also suggested that he try eating it whenever he shot a load. He said that would be awful humiliating—his exact words---so I smiled at him and nodded my head. About a month later he told me that he was doing it all the time and I congratulated him on `breaking through his resistance.'
First time I ever used those words and gave him a picture of what true submissiveness entailed. Funny thing: I began suggesting that he limit jerking off to every other night. I don't know if he ever did because we never spoke about it again." Harry chuckles. "Ironically, now it's been cut off completely and he has no control over his own dick. And speaking of which, I'd like to take off the cage since I've never seen the boy's cock. And I've been thinking that it might be a nice idea, with your approval, for me to allow the boy to have an orgasm. I think that would be important in the future."
"I don't have any objection. It's been locked up for several weeks now. I let it cum yesterday myself. Two days in a row would really drive it crazy, especially when it gets locked up again. Why do you say `important'?"
"He could associate something enjoyable with being with me, despite the fact that I'm becoming so much a disciplinarian when I'm with you. Balance it out. But I won't do it all the time . . . so it would have to hope or hint around or try to get me to let him touch himself." Derek chuckles. "Keep the slave guessing and hoping. I think it will be a good thing. Mind you, however, I simply refuse to do anything that would have the slave feeling dark or unhappy. Maybe it isn't the usual way of thinking, but it's important to me that the slave is always grateful to me for how I'm taking care of it."
"Derek," says Uncle Harry, "I don't think many hardened Doms or Masters would disagree in principal, but would probably not be willing to take it seriously all of the time. And some are simply downright brutal and drive many boys away thinking it always had to be that way. Very rarely, they find someone so masochistic that it can handle what they dish out, gladly. But even there, notice what happened: these brutal, seemingly uncaring Masters actually end up having their slaves be happy. It kind of boggles the mind. Meanwhile, Derek, always get good advice when you need it, but also trust your inner Dom—that part of you that you're beginning to discover you like. And don't be discouraged if you find one day that the slave has been safe-wording a lot recently. Just hold it in your arms and ask it to explain why this is happening. That's the best way of learning if you're pushing too far."
As can be seen, this was a very instructive and helpful conversation they had that evening. One last piece of advice that Harry gave Derek was that when he wanted to try something new he should follow a 3-step way of doing it: 1) tell the slave what it's in for. 2) check the reaction. If positive, do it. And the last part is most important: 3) Assess it. Find out either verbally or by behavior whether it was something he could now do when he wanted. Always when he wanted.
So, anyway, once Derek had taken his shower and the slave dried itself with his used towel, he told the slave to make breakfast: scramble 9 eggs, fry 4 strips of bacon, make coffee, set table for 2, etc. All of it. Yes: He said to set the table for 2. Toby was well aware that it would not be eating at table with them. And, if it admitted to itself truthfully, the slave was actually beginning to realize just how inappropriate is would be for it to sit an the same level of the two alphas who have such power in its life.
So anyway, at breakfast, Derek put a third of the scrambled eggs into a bowl and put it on the floor in the corner. "Eat your breakfast, boy. No hands." From time to time he'd stop the slave so he could dribble juice or coffee into its open mouth—damn, Toby loved this! Derek told Harry his plans for Saturday and said he'd be here to collect the slave around 10 on Sunday morning. Derek was driving back home and having a few of his high school friends in who were also home from college for the holidays. Derek was getting hard. The whole experience of having the slave down at his feet slurping up its breakfast like some sloppy pet and then coming up to drink from its Master's mouth, was turning him on like crazy and he resolved right then and there this would become the usual way they would eat together. As soon as the slave finished its eggs, Derek would command a parting blowjob before he left.
That happened and while the slave was sucking Derek's cock, Derek reminded it about proper behavior with Uncle Harry—that is, as a slave, not as some sweet nephew. After he fed the slave his load, he lifted it up and gave a good-bye hug that had the slave in tears before he was even out the door.
Harry wisely gave the slave a bit of time to itself after Derek left—time to process its feelings—and then finally went to the door of the bedroom he and Derek had used and knocked lightly. "Be a good slave and go clean up after breakfast. When you're done with that, get busy writing up more of the lines you have to finish. This time, get a cushion you can kneel on to make it a little easier on those knees."
"Yes, Sir," says Toby, distressed that Uncle Harry wasn't going to give the slave any special attention, but was basically ignoring it. All part of Harry's diabolical plan. He let about 90 minutes go by and then called out from his room, "Stop what you're doing and crawl in here to me, boy." With great relief Toby went to his Uncle. "From now on, you address me as Sir," he told the slave. "Yes, Sir," it answered, saying to itself `not my uncle, not my uncle,' breaking its own heart. Sir continued speaking. "I happen to be an experienced Master, in case you never realized this before, and I have a 24/7 slave back home. Now that you're realized you are meant to be a slave, I am pleased with what I hear about and see for myself, about the quality and potential of your Master. He is generously sharing you with me and I will obviously be mentoring him and helping him develop his own skills as a Master. I am happy he met you and decided to make you his own. I am happy for both of you. Now, slave, stand up here in front of me and put your hands behind your back."
Toby takes up the position Sir has ordered. Sir is holding a key in his hand. He reaches towards the slave's cage and unlocks it (!!!!) and gently takes it off. "Go into the bathroom quickly and use soap and water to clean off your dick and your groin then come back here and stand before me again." By the time the slave got back, it was hard. "Oh, dear," said Sir, shaking his head, "you are hard. I wanted to see your dick when it isn't hard. Lose the hard-on, slave." Toby looks at him puzzled. Can he really do that? He closes his eyes and tries to thing of gross things to turn himself off.
"I know what will help," says Sir. "Take your arms and hold them out to each side, shoulder height, and keep them there." Puzzled, Toby obeys, but soon finds out why it was ordered to do this. It has to concentrate a lot to keep its arms out, and eventually pain sets in and still the slave struggles to hold them off, gritting its teeth. "That's enough, slave. Put your arms behind you again." And the slave noticed it was no longer hard. Uncle Harry looked at, and then touched it with his hand, making Toby gasp—this was the first time ever after years of no touching at all.
Harry toyed with the crown of the boy's cock and it wasn't long before the slave was hard all over again. "Look into my eyes," Harry commanded the slave, and it did, mesmerized, while Harry ran his fingers up and down the slave's dick with a light touch. With his other hand he played with the boy's balls as well. He ended up with his hand around both dick and scrotum, continually jerking. Meanwhile, he started speaking to the astounded slave again. "This is the way it will always be with you, slave. It will always be a Dom or Master to allow you an orgasm, not when you want, but when we want because this dick no longer belongs to you, slave, even though it is sill a part of your body. Right now, slave, it belongs to me and I am enjoying it. You are to tell me right before you are going to cum. I will let go and you will finish yourself off into your hand. Any cum that drops on the floor you will lick up." Harry keeps playing with the boy's 3 ½ inches and the slave has trouble regulating its breathing. Finally it shouts out "cumming!" Harry lets go and Toby grabs the cock and milks it right into his hand while hollering out sounds the slave has never made before. It cums so copiously that quite a bit falls to the ground. After it has settled down, Sir commands "Eat what's in your hand. Lick yourself clean. Then get down on the ground and lick up everything else that spilled out of you."
The slave has a good meal of cum and humiliation and is exhausted by having the second orgasm in three days. While it's licking up its spluge from the floor, Harry speaks softly. "If there is ever a time when I want to milk you again, I will also be controlling your breath at the same time. Your Master has told me about trying that. Be a good slave and learn how to submit to that kind of control. Make me proud of you." He sends the slave into the bathroom to wash again. The same problem develops. (18-year-olds have very quick recovery time.) Same remedy. This time it takes longer to bring the dick down again and the slave is really fighting the pain. Harry proceeds to lock the slave's dick up again while still making it keep its arm spread. The torture in its arms distracts it from the humiliation of being caged up again with no idea how long it will be this time. As a reaction to being locked up again, the slave crumbles itself down on the ground trying to wrap itself around its cage. Harry chuckles. "Yes, indeed, a natural reaction of a humbled slave. Impressive. But be a good boy and get yourself into a proper groveling position, Toby." The slave is filled with joy to hear this former-Uncle-now-Sir call it by name.
First time all day. "I'm going for a walk. I'm not sure what might happen if I take a naked slave for a walk in the woods, so I won't chance it. I'm going to set this clock. When the alarm goes off, get up, turn off the alarm, then get yourself back inside and get back writing those lines." Harry goes and sets the clock, then leaves for his walk. This is quite a beautiful area and he enjoys it immensely. Only about 90 minutes later he decides to return to the cabin. When he enters the door, he finds the slave kneeling before the papers, with its head down, sound asleep. Harry's heart is filled with love, seeing his nephew like this. Such a tender boy, needing such an unusual way of life. He bends down, picks the boy up in his arms—Harry is quite big—and brings it into the living room leaving it curled up on the couch. He lays a blanket over the slave's body and goes to the kitchen and makes coffee and calls for a pizza delivery.
The dear boy fell asleep while writing its lines. Now Uncle Harry has yet another reason to give the slave a good sound thrashing.
Thanks for all the emails. Some have asked me what they should call me. My name is rob and I think of myself as a slave without a Master. So call me whatever you want.
Please keep writing me. Emails are my reward for writing.
I've chosen pictures of what Derek and Toby look like in my mind. I'll send them to you if you ask.
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