FIFTY: Epilogue
Harry had found out from experience that even with a live-in slave, maybe especially with a live-in slave, it was important to spend neutral time together, to take a break from the pressure of the role-playing they were doing most of the time. He thought this especially important with Eric because he knew that Eric had lived through a terribly traumatic experience but despite the boy's obvious needy masochism, he needed to find out, perhaps for the first time, what was on the other side (or maybe hidden within) of it: the search for love.
Harry always loved the title of that song "Looking for love in all the wrong places," because it was so sadly true. Eric needed to learn that Harry would always care for him, that he would always be safe, and that more than anything else, that Harry actually cared about the slave's well-being. Eric wasn't only his slave.
Harry was beginning to see Eric as his boy, as a boy who hasn't had anyone looking after him for a very long time. Once he asked Eric to tell him what his life was like before he and August had become friends, but Eric begged him not to have to talk about it. He knew that Eric had been a foster child and he imagined that the boy had been abused, misused and virtually treated like useless trash for most of his life. Several times, he knew, Eric had to escape from an untenable situation. He suspected that Eric was forced to sell himself in order to survive after he aged out of the system, and as so often happens, was simply turned out into the streets with some meager possessions and a severely damaged sense of self-esteem.
But how could Harry manage to build self-esteem in a boy who genuinely wanted to be his slave, a boy who was grateful to Harry for so much? He had no answers to this. And, it must be said that of course, this is the first time that Harry had ever really cared so much for one of the subs he took under his wing. Anyway, he was hoping that these spells of "down time" would do the boy some good. The problem at the moment was to convince Eric that he was relaxing their dynamic not because Eric had failed in any way, but rather that Eric had been so good that he felt it necessary to reward the slave with some less formal and definitely more gentle treatment.
"Please, Master, please tell me why you are disappointed with me?"
"Baby, I'm not disappointed with you at all. You please me very much and I am happy that I found you and took you from that club that night. But we have to work to make a nice home together. I know that is confusing for you because you've never had this kind of experience before, so, just like in everything else, I have to ask most seriously that you simply trust me in this. I am happy to be your Master. I am proud to be your Master. But as your Master, I feel it necessary for me to train you in ways that no one else ever bothered to train you. If we are going to be out in public, especially when I decide what kind of schooling you will get, it's going to be very important for us to, let me say, `pass' as an ordinary vanilla gay couple. No whips or chains. No cages. No collar. You are still my slave and I expect your obedience as usual, but I want you to have a different kind of experience. I want you to understand that good slaves deserve to be rewarded in special ways from time to time."
"Does that mean I won't be able to serve you the way I've been doing?"
"Oh, not at all, child. But I don't necessarily have to be standing over you with a riding crop or whip while you're serving me. Sometimes, I want you to serve me just to show me that you are happy and you appreciate being happy."
"Master, I've never been happier than I am with you," Eric says, a tear forming in his eye.
"Then come here and let me hold you in my arms for a while. Come and experience what happens when someone cares for you as much as I do." Harry goes to sit on the couch and Eric crawls in after him. Harry is a bit frustrated because he didn't want Eric to be crawling right now, but he had to keep reminding himself, "little steps, little steps." It's like training a new slave all over again, only this time he's trying to train Eric NOT to be a slave for a while and that doesn't mean that everything will be ruined. This is a strange turn-about of affairs, that's for sure. He feels like in a certain way, he's trying to UNTRAIN this slave. Eric crawls to Harry as he sits on the couch. He extends a hand. "Take my hand and come up here, Eric. Sit here right next to me and let me put an arm around you. Relax with me, Eric. It's okay. You've earned it." Trustingly, Eric does what Harry asks, but something is missing. Eric is doing what Harry has told him to do, but they're still not really cuddling. Hmmm. What to do? Suddenly, he gets an idea. "Remember that time last week when I was spanking you with my hands and I asked you to let go of all your muscles? You did pretty well. What did it feel like?" "It felt good, Master. Not only that, but when my muscles were relaxed that way it felt different when you were spanking me. The pain was deeper but at the same time it wasn't harsh. Yes, it felt good, Master, and Ive been trying to do that whenever you've wanted to spank or whip me, even at the Club the other night."
"I noticed that, Eric, and I was very pleased. Now, I want you to do it again. Relax all your muscles like you did when I was spanking you, but instead of getting hit, you're going to get held. I want you to let loose completely and let the side of your body kind of melt onto my body. Understand?" he asks as he touches Eric's nose and chin because he knows that always relaxes the boy.
"Like this, Sir?" Eric asks and the change is immediate. Harry is very pleased. "So how does this feel, Eric?"
"If feels strange, Sir. Not a weird strange but a nice strange. It kind of reminds me when August and I were just friends and we'd pal around and sometimes he would hug me. Something like that, but of course August was just trying to seduce me into becoming his brutalized slaveboy."
"I'm not trying to seduce you to become a slave. You're already a slave, and a good one. I'm trying to seduce you to be like you were before things went south. Does that make any sense to you, Eric?"
"Yes, sir. I also notice that you keep calling me by name and not using the words you usually use."
"Correct. This is a time for other words. Boy, baby, words like that. I assure you that the other words haven't gone away. We just need to take a little break from them right now." And then suddenly, Harry gets an idea: Eric, I need a little break. I need time to know you when you're not getting ready to be punished or trained. Eric, I want to know you." Something must be making sense to Eric because all of a sudden it's as if all the tension escapes his body and he's just a sweet twink. Harry decides that his efforts are proving successful. What next? He thinks he's going to shower the boy and then they're going to fall asleep in each other's arms. No cage tonight. And if Eric needs to service him sexually, that will be fine too. But it's not necessary. At least not for him.
Of course, sometime the best of all plans take an unexpected turn. Before Harry turns off the lights, it turns out that he's fucked his boy slowly and gently, and it turns out to be the best fuck he's had with this boy since he took him to be his slave. And then, just as Harry was softening and withdrawing from Eric's body, the boy moaned and quietly said, "I love you, Harry."
Wow.
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Adrian makes an important decision. Elliot's observation that it's like being raped if Adrian gives him to someone else to fuck is poking at his conscience. He calls his friends who were going to come over this week to have a piece of the boy and cancels. Temporarily, he says. He wants to rethink the entire scenario. The truth is that he's falling in love with this tender boy. Even the thought of this boy being raped angers him, especially since he knows how so many others have ended up being groomed and then left him to the pack of creeps he'd set up for a gang rape. No. None of that for Elliot.
In the morning after breakfast, while the slave is tending to its Master's feet, Adrian speaks softly. "I've called off my buddies who were going to fuck you this week. I heard what you said the other day. I'm not willing to have you raped. From here on in, I'll be making sure you meet my friends who would like a piece of your ass. Before anything happens. I want your free decision, that I can let each guy use you while I'm present. You're not getting fucked any longer if I'm not there. And so, if you're willing to offer yourself to my friends I will set it up and I assure you I'll enjoy watching my buddies fuck your hole like the faggot slave you're meant to be." Elliot lifts Adrian's feet and gives the bottoms long licks, expressing his total submission to what Adrian is proposing. In the secrecy of his own submissive mind, Elliot knows for a fact that he will not resist anything Adrian would like him to be doing to show his complete and utter submission to this wonderful man who is teaching him so much.
Sometimes this may seem like a complicated dance between the two of them, but in their own minds it all makes perfect sense. Elliot also knows that his brother Galvin had Adrian thoroughly vetted and he came up clean. He's happy about that, because he so often feels overpowered by the enormous Alpha energy that flows from Adrian's being, and, trembling, his usual wish is to simply crumble at the Master's feet and surrender to the Master's wishes in all things. Elliot has never been happier since the day Adrian put a claim on him at the Casa Tito that wonderful night. Today, Elliot's having a massage lesson and he's looking forward to it, hoping that he'll be good at it, because this would be a wonderful way for his Master to put him to work. He knows that some course work at a Voc Tech will be necessary, but first Adrian wants to find out whether or not the boy will show any aptitude for it.
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Derek tries something Matty suggested. He has the slave lie on its back with its head hanging off the side of the bed. He kneels there and begins to drool and spit on the slave's face, ordering it to keep its mouth open. He fucks the slave's mouth and throat with two fingers and even manages to set it to gagging a bit. Meanwhile, he continues to spit and rub it all over the slave's face. "Toby," he says in his commanding voice, "I'm turning your face into a gaping wet pussy for me to fuck like the bitch you're meant to be." He keeps working on it, and gets more invasive with his fingers as he actually brings up some phlegm from the slave's gut and spread that around its face as well. This is overwhelming and Toby really feels like part of its body, the most important part, some would say, is being turned into something it wasn't meant to become. Its Master is modifying its body temporarily and Toby is a bit worried what it will be like when Derek decides it's time to take possession of his throat. What position will he demand? How wet would the slave remain? He even catches himself wondering it Derek would actually suffocate him if he's not careful. "I am his slave. I am his slave. I love him," he repeats to himself.
Finally, Derek stands up, leaning over the slave's head, his glistening hard cock standing out straight and already leaking a bit. Then suddenly, Derek exclaims "Here I come to take your faggot face, bitch," as he drives his dick right into the slave's quivering mouth and gets into a standing position that makes it convenient for him to fuck his slave's face the way a marauding pirate might do to break the spirit of a captured officer on an enemy ship. Toby makes unhuman noises, some of which even startle Derek and have him considering going lighter on the slave. But that's not what they're here for. That's what his boyfriend needs.
When at last he's emptied himself down Toby's throat, Derek just collapsed on top of the boy and they lied there front to front, motionless, merging the sweat on each of their bodies. Toby meekly sticks out his tongue, trying to lick the sweat off his Master's balls. Derek giggles and flips over until he's face-to-face with his slaveboy lover and starts lock the mixture of sweat, tears and phlegm from the boy's face. "I love you so much, Toby, not just because you're a hot slaveboy but because you are the one who has brought more joy into my life than I ever thought I deserved to have while at the same time, you've surrendered yourself to my kinkiest and most sadistic desires without a whimper and without a touch of regret or resistance. I love you, baby. I am yours as much as you are mine. Can you understand that?" Toby can't speak because he's sobbing so he just nods his head and clings even more tightly to Derek's body. He wishes they could just stay like this for all time. What could be better than being Derek's slave and lover?
One day Toby was day-dreaming that the two of them dropped out and went off-line and were living in a ramshackle cabin hidden somewhere in the mountains, inaccessible during the rainy season because all the roads would be washed out. Derek would be wearing blue denim overalls and black boots and always had the endsof a whip sticking out of a side pocket. Toby was wearing nothing but a leather jock, barefoot although his feet had started getting tougher, sporting marks and fresh welts on back, butt and legs. There were also thick leather manacles on both wrists and both ankles.
Suddenly Derek kisses him and brings him back into the present. "Baby," Derek says, "you seem like you're a thousand miles away. Come back, sweetheart. As your Master, I order it."
"I was imagining being off-grid with you in some remote cabin and you looked so awesomely hot and I was collared and manacled and in a leather jock and had some welts on me. Damn, you looked hot!"
"What was I wearing?"
"Denim overalls over your bare chest and tall black boots, and there was an end of your whip hanging out your side pocket."
"Well, if you were getting welts from me, I must have been carrying around some kind of stick or cane with me as well so I can take a shot at you when I felt you needed it. Like right now, baby. I should have caned you for wondering off into a daydream without me."
"But you were with me, Derek. Just you and me. Sure, other people popped in and out or we'd get too bored, but it's all weird because if we were off-grid no one would know where we were or who we were, so how could we have any friends?"
"Maybe they weren't really friends. Maybe our dimension was somehow being mixed in with part of another one. That's where those guys were from." All of a sudden, they both burst into hysterics at the same time and the tears start falling out of their eyes from all the laughing.
Sometimes when Derek looks at Toby he sees a dark-haired rescue puppy with big brown eyes staring up at him and wishing he would pick him up and take him to his forever home. He loves seeing the boy naked. He doesn't shave its pubes any longer because he knows that if the boy were shaved he'd look pre-pubescent and the thought of that is a complete turn-off. They're still sitting bide by side on the couch. Derek puts his hand on Toby's dick and balls and holds them tightly. Toby looks up at him with a slightly open mouth and he sees the tip of the boy's tongue slipping through his teeth. Derek squeezes tighter and Toby huffs and puffs and licks Derek's cheek with that protruding tongue.
That does it. "I want to fuck you, right now. Get my dick wet with your mouth. No lube. I'm gonna fuck you with your own spit. Take you deeper than I've ever taken you before." He kicks off the covers and pushes Toby down so Toby can lubricate his cock. "Ok, slave. Up here on your tummy. Raise your ass for me." Toby does as told. Derek sticks two fingers in Toby's mouth and he lubricates them the same way he lubricated his Master's cock, then he sticks the two wet fingers up the slave's ass and opens it up that way. Shortly after he rams himself into Toby's body and the boy screams out the word "Yours!" and cries out from the force of what Derek is doing to him. Never before has he felt so subjugated not only by Derek but also by his love for Derek. And so, he surrenders to all of it and willingly bears the pain so that Derek will understand just how much he has conquered Toby's heart and body and will.
The next morning when they wake up Derek puts Toby in the shower and marks him down with his piss, then has the boy wash in the soapy water spilling off his body. Everything in Toby's life comes from Derek. That is the way the both of them want it to be. "We're not dropping out, baby, even though it's a hot idea. We are staying right here because this is the way I want you now." As they enter the door of the Humanities Building they grasp each other by the hand, turn to face each other, and wink. Then they let go and move on through their respective days. And, of course, Toby realizes that he is here because this is the way Derek wants things to be. And so with love in his heart in addition to three welts Derek laid across his back after he had fucked him last night, the roughest fuck of all, Toby realizes that his Master has "branded" him, but no one will know it unless the Master orders him to take his shirt off to show himself to one of Derek's friends or fellow Doms. Ah, reality! It's so much better than their silly fantasies. The pain in Toby's back will be constant reminder to him that this is reality and that he bears his Master's mark.
And so, these tales come not to an end but to a pause. The love these characters find in each other is profound and enduring. Their M/s and D/s roles are woven into the fabric of their lives together and each couple finds its own unique way these elements are blended together.
Elliot never does end up becoming a slave, not in the way he had always fantasized about it. Adrian is the one who fell so deeply in love with his adorable sub that he evolved from being a Master in search of a slave to becoming more of a mentor to his beloved. He introduced various kinky activities to his sweet sub from time to time and after each "adventure" they would cuddle and talk about what had happened and make decisions together for future fun and games.
Eric had the most intense experience over the years and was an insatiable masochist, much to Harry's sadistic delight. They became well-known within the leather community and enjoyed visiting the Clubs where Eric was able to lose himself completely in whatever it was that Harry wanted to do to show off his absolute Mastery and control over the slave simply known as "17" when playing in public. When not subsumed in their various M/s activites, Eric was a laborer and Harry managed what became a little business for them both. Many of their clients would never have suspected what they were like when among the "tribe." For a few, Eric was known as "Harry's boy," and was treated accordingly—with respect but also with the kind of discipline all faggot subs needed so frequently. The last time I spoke with Eric, he told me that he much preferred working for people who would treat him the way he always felt he deserved to be treated.
And Toby? He became Derek's loveable and well-trained puppy. Just a puppy who loved licking each and every inch of Derek's body and who always ate from a bowl on the floor and curled up around Derek's feet when they watched movies or shows at night, who liked to warm up Derek's bed before Derek was ready to go to sleep, to get his buns warmed up with whatever implement Derek chose for the evening, and then, after being well-whipped, would open his mouth and serve as Derek's urinal (but not for anyone else!!!) as a way of showing his gratitude for the beating. Once they both graduated from college, Derek became a financial manager and took care of their shared wealth, and Toby became a writer and crafted sweet and cozy love stories most of which were about college romances, and also a series of novellas about masochistic slaveboys and their adventures with the men who tried to conquer their hearts and bodies for the long haul. It must also be said that whenever Derek got home after a long day's labor, Toby was instantly a puppy again, bringing his Master his slippers, tending immediately to his feet, and doing whatever Derek needed him to do to bring the day to an enjoyable conclusion. Finally, they were married the Saturday after college graduation with close friends but no parents attending the brief ceremony and then bringing the celebration to the local bdsm club where Toby was the center of attention, as usually happens when they are in a festive mood.
And this is the end of "Training Toby." Thank you for reading. Please write me and let me know what you think of my story.
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And keep an eye out for my next story, called "Broken In." Some time soon. If you want to be notified when the story starts being published, just write and let me know.
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