THIRTY-SEVEN
Pierce is very inexperienced. He had a bf in high school for several months, but they both wanted to play around with others so it didn't last too long. When this offer came along, he started thinking about it a lot when jerking off. He held off for three days for this. "Kneel up, Toby" he says. "You gonna be a good boy for me?" Toby nods. Pierce puts his index finger to Toby's lips. "Suck my finger. Make believe it's my cock. Show me how good you're gonna blow me." Toby makes it as sensual as he possible can, which, of course, is probably the most sensual experience Pierce has ever had before. And, of course, he can't wait for long. "Hot shit! Suck my cock, bitch. Suck it, faggot. Show me how much you like my cock." And so Toby goes to town, surprisingly turned on by Pierce's lack of experience. But twice, Pierce quickly pulls out of Toby's mouth for a few seconds, then makes Toby take him in again.
After the second time, Toby figured that boy was edging himself without even realizing that was a big thing. Soon after that with a string of curses, Pierce shot his plentiful load and then quickly backed off from Toby's mouth because he got too sensitive. Toby, meanwhile, swallowed this practically virgin load. He realized he hoped the Derek would make him blow Pierce a lot more in the future. Then he realize what a fucking slaveboy he'd become. If he weren't Derek's slave, he'd be all over Pierce, happy to teach him some more tricks.
Pierce seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He heads right for the door after grunting some unrecognizable syllable with his head bowed. Adorable. Typical. Derek and Toby have a good laugh together after he was gone. "Too bad he was in such a hurry. I was going to tell him he could get a bj from you once a week." Toby's eyes get bigger than ever and Derek smiles at the sight. "So suck his dick when he wants unless it gets to be too often."
"Yes, Master," Toby says, and Derek knows right away that Toby's happy about this. Even though he's caged. Hmmm. Thinking like a true slaveboy and a cockhound. Suddenly Derek remembers an evil thing Galvin mentioned to him: to make sure the slave knows just how much a slave it is, make arrangements for the slave to suck off a much older and relatively unattractive man. Good training if the boy aspires to being a true slave. That will push his envelope.
Derek sits on the couch and Toby lies with his head in Derek's lap. Safe chat positions. "I want you to check in with me. Are you content? grateful? confused? grieving? What? It seems like you got right down there into your subspace. It would be nice if you could stay there, boy, but I'm not going to insist on it because of bad things that have happened. If you need to regress, grieve, be an upset boyfriend, whatever . . . I want to make sure you get to do whatever you need to do this semester."
Toby takes Derek's hand and kisses it. "That's why I love you so much and feel so safe with you. I know I'm meant to be a slave, to be YOUR slave. Because it's good for me to be that slave again and give myself over to you, Master. I promise you'll know if I need for it to let up for a while."
"Okay, Toby. I'm glad to hear you're so comfortable and safe where you need to be and where I like it the most and believe it's right for you---and friends who know about us also feel that way." Toby kisses his hands again. "Need to pee, Master."
Derek gets up and heads for the back door again. "Come," he says and Toby crawls after him and goes right out the door. Right as he squats to pee, it begins raining. Derek disappears and then returns back with a towel.
Needless to say, Toby finishes up as quickly as he can and scampers back in the door where Derek, laughing, throws him the towel and goes back inside while a wet and shivering slaveboy is left to dry itself off and slink back to its Master. Derek is now naked, sitting there with his legs spread wide. "Come up here and lick between my legs, slave." Toby starts above Derek's right knee and kisses his way up his inner thigh then goes back down and does it again to the Master's left leg. Derek closes his eyes and enjoys all the pleasure his lover gives him for the next hour or so. He was thinking of viewing a movie but decides not to so he can focus on the slave's servicing him without distraction. And so he stays there murmuring sounds of praise, approval, and love for this sweet sub he loves so much. Toby makes love to Derek in a way that few men who are not slaves would ever even imagine possible. "You own me. I am devoted to you. I love you, Master," the boy uses its mouth and teeth and tongue to worship its Master's body.
. . .
Elliot is now sporting an mean-looking black leather collar, leather manacles on its wrists and ankles. The slave is caged and its cock is pressed in on all sides since the cage is so small. It is squatting, not sitting or kneeling, hands behind its head and blindfolded. Adrian has gone shopping and the slave is waiting for its first training session with one of its Master's friends, a straight male prostitute. The man comes in, slamming the door behind him. It sounds like he's swishing something in the air and suddenly the slave realizes it's a whip as it connects across its shoulders and down on its back. The slave cries out and falls over as the whip lash made it lose its balance. "Take it, faggot!" says the man who continues to lash the slave wherever the whip falls and Elliot ends up dancing on the ground trying to roll away to avoid the lashes of the whip it cannot see. One lash catches it on the balls and Elliot screams.
"Freeze!" the man commands. Elliot feels him draw near and the next thing he knows, the man, whose name is Prince Peter, takes off the blindfold so for the first time Toby see how hot he is. But there's so much scorn in his eyes that Elliot withdraws in fear.
"You fucking faggots, you're all alike," he says. "You can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality. As soon as you're up against the real thing you crumble and beg off. Happens every time. Just wait until I tell Adrian what a wuss you turned out to be. He'll beat you a lot more than I just did." Elliot curls up in the corner trying to protect himself. "I'm sorry, Master, I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd use a whip on me that way."
PP sits back in a chair and says nothing, waiting for the boy to calm down. Once he does, PP speaks more gently. "don't worry, faggot, I won't whip you any more. Adrian told me you could handle it rough, that's what you wanted. I was only doing what he paid me to do."
"He paid you?" Elliot asks through his tears. "Sure he did. I'm a professional, faggot. He paid me to turn you into a fucking urinal and the only way to do that quickly is by beating you into submission. Now usually the way I like it to happen, but that's what he wanted. I don't know what this guy's ever told you, boy, but I know what he wants. If you don't learn to gulp it down he'll just give up on you. You can't safe word or negotiate your way out of this. He won't settle for less. So you'd better face reality, kid. If you can't give him what he wants, and I don't care how good a sub you might be at everything else, I'm tell you, he'll take you back to wherever he found you and turn you in for a refund."
These words are hard for Elliot to hear. So far everything's been so good, so hot. He was hoping Adrian would be the Master he was hoping for. But now? . . . .
Despite his original scorn, Peter feels for the kid. He's never worked over a twink before and he feels for this sub. Too much too soon, that's what he thinks. Now what? He should probably cancel the credit card payment Adrian made. Shit, he should probably try to talk some sense into Adrian about this, try to encourage him to train the boy himself, maybe get him to realize he can't expect this to happen overnight with this guy who's practically a child, a babe in the woods. Peter knows he's good working with sluts and bitches who already know the score, but this is a different matter all together. He decides to cancel the entire contract.
"Listen, kid, if nothing else you got a good whipping—consider that as punishment because you're not good at communicating what your limits are. And you'd damn well better think more realistically about what your real limits are, even if it means you're gonna have to give up your hopes that things will work out with Adrian after all. But I'm giving it to you straight, kid: Adrian is not gonna keep you around if he has to keep pissing in a toilet bowl. That's not his scene, no matter how nice you might think he is. I might be wrong, but it just ain't gonna work out for you two."
There's a knock on the door and Peter goes to answer it. Master Ho is here. They know each other well; in fact, they've worked together a few times. Ho, like him, is straight and doesn't usually deal with faggots. And Ho is a hard-core sadist. Actually Peter's kind of surprised that Adrian brought him in on this scene, considering how inexperienced and even tender this kid might be.
"Listen, man, you and I gotta talk," he says to Ho. The two of the go into another room and Peter tells him what happened. Meanwhile, Elliot just sits in a corner, still a bit tearful, and really frightened now about the fact that he might be enough to keep Adrian interested. Frightened about what Adrian ultimately expects from a slave. Frightened he can't measure up. To tell the truth, for the first time he's beginning to doubt whether or not he would even want to measure up if Adrian's long-term expectations are so far beyond anything he's ready for. After all, he's a beginner. Maybe he misinterpreted Adrian's basic kindness for the patience he realizes he needs. Maybe it's just too soon for him to really consider being a full-time slave. Maybe he just needs more time in the scene. Maybe he's really nothing but a scene-player.
Peter and Ho come back into the room. "We're leaving," Peter tells him. I'll give Adrian a call and fill him in. He'll deal with you when he gets back. I don't know what to tell you, kid. Just be honest with him. Just be honest with yourself. If he wants more than you can handle, then you know it's not a match. So you get up off your knees and move on."
I thank both of them as humbly as I possibly can. Peter grabs me and spanks my bare ass for a while before leaving.
When Adrian gets back and Elliot sees him come in. he throws himself at Adrian's feet and starts crying again. Peter had managed to get in touch with Adrian, so Adrian already knows what happened. He was originally upset but his undeniable affection for the subby twink wins over and his heart is filled with sweetness watching the boy crying, afraid he was going to be sent away because he's not as advanced as what Adrian wants.
Adrian watches for a moment, then sits down on the floor with Elliot and rubs his hand on the sub's back, and eventually has the boy sobbing in his arms and he's saying, "Ssshhh, ssssshhhh, it's allright, boy. I'm sorry I sent those guys to deal with you. That was a terrible mistake. I'm really grateful that Peter handled it so kindly. In fact, I told him to keep the money I paid him. It was worth it. Everything is going to be okay, boy, don't you worry. Trust your Master to do what it will take to train you gradually as time goes on." He takes a rag and cleans the slave's face of its tears and snot. Then he has the slave stand up with him so he can look over its body to makes sure he wasn't cut by Peter's whip. Everything is fine. "Be calm, boy, calm, calm. breathe slowly and calm yourself, baby." He caresses the slave's face and holds his hand under the boy's chin and raises its head. "Eyes," he says and Elliot struggles to make eye contact. "I know you have a lot to learn and a long way to go. It's okay, Elliot. I understand. Just let me take care of things. It's not your worry. You do your best to be my good boy and I'll take care of what I want you to learn when it's important. I'm willing to take my time with you. You're worth it to me, Elliot. If I find out I need something that you can't give me, I always know where I can get it, but I really don't think that's going to turn out to be an issue. I love having you as my own. I love it that I can make you mine. I'm not gonna toss you away like a used rag or an unripe fruit."
Elliot has stopped crying and is gazing into Adrian's eyes, transfixed, smiling, blushing a bit, and he's never looked more beautiful to Adrian than he does at this precise moment. "You're safe with me, little faggot. I'll take care of you."
"I want to please you so much, Sir," Elliot bursts out saying. "I want you to enslave me all the way," he says, looking into Adrian's eyes with worshipful love. "There's no such thing as `all the way', boy. Everything is relative. There is no goal you have to reach."
Elliot takes deep breath because he's made a decision. If Adrian is going to be that patient with him, he intends to show Adrian that it helps him grow. "Master, could this boy taste a bit of your piss, just to show you how much it wants to please you?" He looks right into Adrian's eyes. Adrian winks at him. "so let's to inside and you get in the tub," he says, taking Elliot by the hand and bringing him inside. "Kneel down in the tub," he commands, and Elliot moves quickly to obey. "Good boy. Now kneel up and then open your mouth. Elliot does so and Adrian can see right away how tense it's making him. "Keep your mouth open, slave. I'm going to piss on you and I'll be pissing in your mouth as well, but I'm not expecting you to swallow any of it. I'm just giving you a taste, and also marking your entire body with my piss because you belong to me." Understand? Elliot shakes his head, keeping his mouth wide open. "Excellent. Stay right there like that." He takes out his cock and stands over the tub, closing his eyes and soon the piss begins to flow from the end of his cock. He opens his eyes and aims right away for the boy's mouth, and he pisses into its mouth and the piss runs into the mouth and then spills out. Adrian bathes the boy from the mouth on down and then back up and into its mouth once again for a bit. Finally he is almost finished. Just a couple drops are dripping from the end of it. Without being told, Elliot leans up to take the tip of Adrian's cock into his mouth and sucks out the little bit that remains inside, but then lets it fall out of its mouth. "You did well. Now clean the slit, slave," the Master commands, and Elliot obeys without even hesitating.
Adrian runs the shower and tells the boy to shower thoroughly, then to get dry and crawl out to him. He strips down to his boxers and sits in his chair and turns the tv down low. When at last the slave comes crawling in to him, Adrian says, "You have done really well, boy. I'm pleased. Very pleased. Now, get down and lick my feet, slave. Concentrate on serving your Master in another way. Service my feet to show me you understand that I own you, boy, and will for a long time to come."
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