Date: Tue, 26 Mar 2024 14:20:35 -0700
From: gayD <gaydic@gmail.com>
Subject: Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy- Chapter 6

I'm so sorry, my committed readers. I told you this would be a 6-chapter
story, but... it got out of hand. It's not my fault! That damn stubborn
muscle-hunk Brock is so fucking nasty and demanding. He doesn't know when
to stop re-forming cute, formally straight, high school jock, Chad. God! He
was so sweet and innocent. With the perfect trim body, and boy, did he love
the girls. Yes, I said "did," past tense. Or, perhaps... Brock knows more
than I. Could it be that Brock and his friends truly psyched-out the real
inner Chad? And his needs?

Bodybuilder Trains a New Pussie Boy

Part 6 of 7

We both collapsed on the floor in our great, sweaty organism. We were
silent. I needed to respond in a way that indicated that I was Boss, top
dog, and he was my faggot pussie slave bitch. I wanted to say something
besides, "Wow, that was great." But I could not give up my power.

Then he said the darnedest thing, "Thank you, Master."

I was at a loss for words. I couldn't thank HIM or tell HIM how overly
pleased I was. For now, "You're welcome, my pussie boy."

I gestured him to the locker room. "Let's go shower and get to your new
place."  Chad pointed to his collar. I guess he wondered if it could get
wet. "Well, it's not coming off, so yes, you can get it wet." It looked
like leather, but it was an all-weather leather-like material. We showered
together, but I made him wash my body and dry me off. I got dressed as he
dried himself with my used towel.

I thought about what just happened. I was so freaked out knowing that I
must have begged HIM to let me climax. Wow. Did he hear that? God, I hope
not. I figured he was so focused on pleasing me that he did not hear
anything I said. That could really fuck up our new relationship. It could
mess up his need to be the slut pussie whore and me the absolute
top. Period. I went out to talk to and visit with Rick as Chad finished
cleaning up. It was about 3:10. We were all exhausted.

Chad crawled onto the main gym floor toward me, in the manner I taught him,
with his ass upturned and his knees apart so anyone could see his balls
swinging. Of course, he was totally naked, wearing only his leather
collar. He knelt and kept his eyes on my jean-cover crotch as previously
ordered. Those were all good signs. He still knew his place. So, I just
came out and told him, "You did good tonight. You did me proud. But you
need to always know your place as a pussie whore, cum-dump, and be proud of
that status."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'll see you, Rick. Thanks for hosting a very good and intense training
session."

"Brock, I don't like to admit it, but this may be your best pussie boy
yet." Rick said, smiling.

"Chad, follow me to my car." He started to follow me out the door on his
hands and knees. "No, inside you crawl, outside you walk ... or we will
never get anywhere." I smiled. So, he crawled to the front door, and when I
exited, he did also, then stood up and walked at my side.

I wondered if he would hesitate about being out in public naked and in that
beautiful, black leather studded collar. After all, cars were still driving
by, even at this early hour. I could tell he was nervous, but he did as
told without question. That surprised me. I also wondered if he remembered
I was parked in the back parking lot. When we arrived and entered the gym
through the back. But again, he did not question me at all. I liked
that. Of course, I intentionally left through the front door because I
wanted him naked on the street, wearing only my collar. Chad was
uncomfortable, but he stayed at my side as I walked down the block, about
600 feet, to the corner. There, I stopped and pretended to read the early
morning newspaper on the news rack under the bright streetlights. I was
watching him with a side glance. He was fidgeting and looking in all
directions. I pretended I did not notice his anxiety, but I liked that he
had some, maybe a lot.

"Looks like we will have clear weather all week," I told him, meaning
nothing at all. After a good five minutes there, and a few drivers honking
their horns or hooting, or the one car full of teens when they yelled out,
"Hey fag, need a good fuck!"

Then I casually strolled down that street to the alley, then down the alley
to the back parking lot behind the gym. I know it was painfully slow for
Chad, who, I'm sure, just wanted to get his naked body out of public
sight. As we approached my car, some people were in the parking lot. There
is a bar across the street, so maybe they are the staff who had just closed
up. Chad went to the passenger side and put his hand on the door handle,
ready to hop inside the moment I unlocked it. Without opening his passenger
side, I got in, started the engine, and turned on all my lights on high
beam.

Still, instead of unlocking his door, I push the bottom to roll down that
window. Chad stuck his head inside but did not ask me to open his
door. That was good. That's what I wanted. "Chad, I think I do want a copy
of that mourning newspaper. I fished around in the ashtray change and came
up with two quarters. "Here you go, go get me that paper, and don't run."

This time, he gave me a scrunched-up look of puzzlement. As if he was
asking, "Sir? Do you really want me to go back there by myself? All naked?"
But he did not say anything. That was good. "Oh, when you come back, and
before you get into the car, make sure you have a boner for me. You know,
it's like a `thank you' for taking such good care of you tonight." He was
really nervous. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure he would leave the
safety of the parking lot.

But I did get a very shaky "yes, Sir."

"Chad, I know you think this is humiliating and embarrassing being out
naked in public. And you probably hate it. But look on the bright side, I
FUCKING LOVE IT! Isn't that great?"

Chad absentmindedly nodded, "Yes, Sir."

"See how many ways your life can be twisted to please me? You can be really
proud of letting go of all that nonsense about modesty, the need for school
or a girlfriend, and all that crap about a job. Now ... you have me. Isn't
that just wonderful?"

"Yes, Sir," he said with a bit more confidence.

Then quickly, Chad "walked" all the way to the corner news rack. Got the
paper and then fast-walked back here to stand so beautifully naked at the
passenger door. I let the "fast walk" go. He was being too well-behaved to
punish him. He handed me the paper through the open window and then quickly
began to pump his dick. He has some exciting energy in his body because he
was semi-erect when we left the gym, and when we stood at the corner, I saw
his dick growing firmer. Not erect, but nicely filled out. Super. That's a
good sign. Pussie fags like him need to have someone to tell him what to do
and push him more than he feels he can take. I am the only one who can give
him that true-lived experience.

He was at the passenger door, playing with his dick, maybe having a little
trouble getting it to full erection. I tooted the horn to get his
attention, making him look up at me quickly. I just pointed to the front of
the car, and he knew what I wanted. He went to stand in my headlights and
beat his nice plump dick, just for me. The headlight did it; it added just
enough humiliation for him to become fully erect. "Yes," I said to myself,
this boy needs me. And he needs me to push him." I was pleased. I waved him
over to the driver's side to check out his dick. I placed my hand on it and
fingered it along the shaft. I swear, he would come any minute if I
continued to touch him. Now, that's a wonderful sign. Still, with his
terrified look, he did not ask me to let him in. Something had clicked in
his mind. To be honest, I don't know when that happened. But he was making
me very happy.

"Hold your dick up. Let me see your balls." He did, and I fondled his hang
balls. He moaned. "OK, Chad, go around to the other door and come inside."
He gladly did. And as he ran to the passenger door, his big boner bounced
up and down. But when he went to open the door, it was still locked.

He looked at me, "Sir?" He pleaded as he stood all naked, cute, and
vulnerable in the parking lot lights.

"No, Chad, you may never take the easy way out. You ran around the back of
the car to avoid the headlights. Now, come back -- around the front of the
car to my window."

"Yes, Sir." And around the front, he came. I was so fucking
excited. Man-oh-man, did I luck out with this one!

"Chad, do you think you can subvert my wishes? Do you think you can try to
trick me? Cheat on your training? Fight me at these little things?" I
wanted him to remain outside the car and know there was a real possibility
that he would not come into my car if he misbehaved. He needed a scare. He
will always need a scare, but that's my job, and I am good at it. "You'd
better explain yourself now, or maybe you're not the good pussie cunt boy
material I first thought you were."

Bingo, he started to cry. Well, it had been a very long day and night. So
much had happened, and most of it was excellent stuff. He is so
exhausted. I know he is so totally worn out that he can't think
straight. This is just the time to push him. His resistance faded. "Look,
faggot pussie cunt. You better explain yourself to me and what you just
did, sneaking around the back of my car." I spoke as if agitated.

"Please forgive me, Sir. I know I need to learn a lot. I know I fucked up,
but please don't dismiss me. Sir, you are so right. I fucking did go around
the rear end to be safer. To cheat. And that was just like disobedience to
you. I can try better and harder." Then he cried more, probably thinking I
was on the verge of kicking him out of my life. That's good. I also noticed
he was not concerned about me keeping him naked in public. What was much
more important to him was that I was displeased with his behavior. That's a
great sign of progress.

"And your punishment?" I thought I would toss that out just to see what he
would offer. To see where his mind was at. And to signal punishment is
often dished out for poor behavior. Subs need these fixes when they do
wrong things.

"I have no suggestion, opinion, or concern." That was as great a surrender
as a Dom can get.

I clicked the door unlocked and waved him in. He opened the door and sat
inside. I'm sure he was relieved. This was an important exercise. It
accomplished some essential elements of slave training. First, he could
trust that I would protect him if he obeyed and did as I said. Second, he
feels good when he is pushed to expose himself. Third, he needs me. As much
as I enjoy him, he truly needs me to train him.

Still, he has not yet complied with all my commands ... without question or
hesitation. He's getting there, but he is not there yet. That's a big
deal. But now, with his scary, imagined threat that I may dump him, the
time is right to push further. As I said, he is extremely exhausted
... perfect timing.

Chad was looking at my crotch, as was the basic rule when idle. Then I
started talking to myself so he could hear me. "Yeah, it sure has been a
long and tiring day. I want to sit here and relax. Take a breather. Yes, it
feels good to do nothing for a while. The only thing better would be to
have my shoes licked all over as I sit in the car and ... "

I didn't even finish expressing myself, and the next thing I realized, he
was naked, in the foot weld, stuffed in that small space, with his head
projected to my side, moving his tongue around to lick my tennis shoes. I
expressed pleasure, and Chad did not hesitate to give it to me without my
specifically asking, which is fine in this case. It was awkward in the
small space for him to tilt my foot sideways to lick the bottom of the sole
and continue. He said nothing and seemed content, or ... maybe actually
happy.

But I wanted to talk to him. "OK, stop now and just stay in your little
foot weld there and listen." He looked so cute, hunched in a ball on the
floor. "You may have thought that I forgot you have not eaten today. Well,
I mean, besides all the wonderful cum." Chad involuntarily licked his lips
at the word `cum.'

"Yeah, I know you have not eaten. And I am hungry also. Look, it's almost
day light, and some 24-hour cafes are serving delicious breakfasts. Would
you like a good, fat, juicy hamburger with lots of fries?" He nodded
eagerly. "Yeah, or I can get you a fabulous breakfast with eggs, bacon,
hash browns ... wow! Wouldn't that be great! But ... you tell me what food
you crave the most right now. Speak up. I want to know what would please
you most."

Chad, very hesitant to offer any suggestions of what he truly craved, said,
"Well, Sir, I really, really would love a nice tender steak and eggs
breakfast."

"OH? And how do you want the steak cooked?"

Chad's face lit up like that of a little kid in a candy store. "Oh, cooked
medium, please."

"And, anything else on the side?"

"Oh, yes, please, hash browns, cooked a real crispy." He was so excited. He
was so fucking cute. My personal little faggot whore, expressing the most
wonderful breakfast even I could imagine. We were both famished.

I noticed a trash truck down this way. I was parked in the back parking lot
of the gym, which was located in a rather large strip mall. And the two
guys at their truck were emptying the trash cans at the other end and
slowly working their way toward us. Rick had put out 4 trash cans that they
would eventually get to.

"And what kind of toast?"

"Oh, yes, Sir. I love that whole wheat bread with all the healthy seeds and
grainy bits. YES, THAT WOULD BE GREAT!" Chad even started to drool a little
as he got more and more excited. I'm sure he could taste every bit of what
he was describing. His hands and feet were fidgeting with anticipation. He
probably guessed that he had pleased me so much that I would finally reward
him with a super fantastic meal.

"You know, Chad, I think what you just described is probably the best
breakfast I can think of. Maybe we really do think alike. Thank you, Chad,
for being so helpful. I was not sure what I wanted to eat just now, but
your suggestion is perfect."

I could tell he enjoyed pleasing me. "OK, I will head to an all-night cafe
and order everything you mentioned. The steak, cooked medium, the eggs with
hash browns, extra crispy, and even the whole wheat toast. You have pleased
me so much today, and especially just now." I reached down to his head and
ruffled his hair like one would do to a little boy or big dog.

Looking at his backside, I saw his hands move up to his eyes. He was
joyfully crying now. He was so fucking happy. As I put the car in gear and
was about to drive off, I looked at him, "Breakfast is going to be
great. But before I leave, I want you to get out and go to where those four
trash cans are behind the gym. Play with yourself and get and keep a big,
super-hard dick. Don't cum, but do enjoy your dick. Think wonderful
thoughts about me being so pleased and enjoying your favorite breakfast."

Chad's face caved in. He was at a loss for words, stymied. But he did not
complain, or at least he didn't express his obvious monumental
disappointment verbally. He slowly extricated himself from the tight floor
space. At the same time, he was trying to hold back tears of disappointment
and pain. He said nothing as he continued his slow naked movement to the
seat and then placed his hand on the door handle to open it. Chad was
likely moving slowly in his hopeful anticipation that I would stop him and
tell him it was all a big joke and that, of course, he was coming with me
to breakfast.

I just stared at him with a big smile as he crept the door open and moved
his naked body, once again, in the full bright lights of the parking
lot. He asked for no clarification. He did not plead or beg me not to do
this. And he slowly began to walk away from the car with his head down. I
waited for him to get 20 feet away and then yelled out loudly, "When the
trash men approach those trash cans, offer to suck their big dicks." He
turned his head around, looked at me, and nodded to acknowledge my
order. Then waved goodbye.

You may think I voiced some safety assurances, such as, "Don't worry; I'll
be back in an hour and bring you some food." Or "I'll be back in two
hours." Or "I'll be back."

No, I wanted his obedience without regard to making any kind of a deal with
him. Legally speaking, a binding deal can only be made between two
responsible adults, not between an adult and a minor, an adult and a big
puppy, or an adult with a subservient mouth hole. No, no deal. No
conditions.

I drove away, tooting my horn to make a lot of noise in case anyone was
around to look in this direction. However, instead of going for breakfast,
I circled around the block and parked out of sight. After retrieving my
binoculars from my glove compartment, I sneaked into a nearby bushy area
and watched him from there.

I saw the trash men come to those cans, and I saw the two guys physically
surprised by the collared, naked teen beating his dick. The trashmen went
about their job, picking up one trash can after the other and dumping their
contents into the truck's lift bin. I could see some exchange of
conversation. The trashmen were done, and I expected them to drive off to
the next business.

Then I was surprised. Chad was not trying to hide behind the cans; he was
actually out in full view of them with a raging boner for whoever could see
him. I think he really learned not to hide his body. And he did this
without any awareness that I was watching. I saw non-stop action of him
playing with his dick. They were actually talking back and forth. Well, not
all three. One of the trash guys obviously wanted nothing to do with Chad
and stood way back on the other side of the truck. Then, I saw Chad kneel
under the brightest light near the gym's back door. He continued to pump
his dick.

The trash guy talking to him stepped back to place himself in the shadow,
and then I saw him lower his pants. Chad had to "walk" on his knees to
where the worker was, and he leaned his face forward. I could not see all
the details clearly because one guy wanted to stay in the shadows but
placed his hand behind Chad's head. That wonderful, naked, kneeling boy was
moving his head back and forth in a sucking motion. My wonderful, naked,
kneeling pussie boy! The worker was slamming to hips forward and fucking my
faggot mouth hole. It didn't take long, plus I'm sure the trash guys had to
quickly get back to their business.

The one guy fixed his clothes, and both men hopped into their truck and
rode off to the next waiting cans. Chad remained on his knees for a short
while and then moved back behind the empty trash cans to wait. But to wait
for what?

As an experienced dominator, I still can't read the mind of any boy that I
am training. Was he thinking I abandoned him? I gave him no assures I was
coming back. Was he overly meditating about his wonderful breakfast, which
seemingly he was getting none of? Did he realize I was never coming back?
Was he planning what he would do next in life, maybe see about dating a
girl? Or is he getting his job back? Or getting any job? Was he missing me?

I let him be there, all alone, for another hour. We initially got back to
my car just after 4 AM, and it was now near 5. I knew some business might
open soon, so I got in my car and drove as silently as I could, coasting
the last 100 feet to the trash cans. He must have been in deep thought or,
maybe, sleeping. I got out, quietly shut my door, and soft-walked to where
I could see him sitting on the pavement behind the trash cans. He was
turned away from me, rubbing his face as he sat there. I stepped behind the
cans and greeted him with a hand on his bare shoulder. He was so startled
and jerked his head around to see me. He immediately grabbed my legs with
his arms, encircling them in a tight bear hug.

He cried so hard and loud, continuously, squeezing me so tight, like he
never wanted to let go. He cried and rocked his body back and forth, so
happy to see me.

I was telling him it was OK, to calm down. But he was not hearing me. He
continuously mumbled between his sobs, "Thank you, Sir. Oh, thank you. You
are so fucking great. Oh god! Thank you so much!"

I tapped him on the shoulder and gestured for him to raise, but Chad would
not let go and not stop thanking me. I was pleased beyond belief. I
lovingly petted the hair on his head. I knew he was not thanking me for
simply returning. That was not it. He was not thanking me for not punishing
him. No. He was thanking me for keeping him. He was thanking me because I
still wanted him as my sub-faggot, slutty-whore pussie boy. You see, I was
now his world.

I had been thinking a lot, or should I say, rethinking, since our Gym
session ended. I hesitate to utter out loud that I am very impressed with
Chad. "Pussie boy, up now," I spoke softly. "To the car. "I gestured for
him to get in, and he did. He immediately squished himself into the foot
weld, placed his face on my tennis shoe, and began licking it. "OK, Chad,
time to go home. I can't drive with you down there," I told him with a big
smile.

"It's kind of cool, and my car heater is not working, so undo my pants,
nudge them down a little, and my jock down, and warm up my balls. Breathe
on them as I drive. That should warm me up."

Chad did just that. But he first had to lift my dick and balls, which were
wedged between my thighs, to rest in the open on top of my thighs. Then,
with one hand, he held my floppy dick out of the way, so he could place his
head sideways on my bare lap with his open mouth against my hairy
balls. Then he got into a slow rhythm, exhausting his hot breath on my
balls. Ah, so nice.

As I drove him to my place, which was the plan, he never stopped his breath
heater. That was fine. He needed to be used, even if only for body heat. We
bonded extraordinarily. Having said that, I know he is in a heightened
state of anxiety. He is naked, without anything. He was not just void of
clothes; he now had no job, nowhere else to live, and no family or friends
to whom he could turn. He only had ... me. Chad was hungry, starving,
actually. And he was extremely exhausted, 100% spent.

I engineered all of this. And I know that tomorrow, or whenever Chad
regains a mental space from where he can think clearly, his allegiance to
me will be considerably less. More training will be needed. It is always
required.

I parked. I escorted Chad, collared and fully naked, up the steps to the
porch of my modest house. I unlocked the door and let him in. "First, go to
the back where my bedroom is," I pointed, "into that bathroom room and
kneel. He didn't speak; he just nodded, a guess as a thank you, and went to
do as asked. I soon followed and stood before his kneeling form. "I need to
shower," I just looked at him and waited.

He began to undress me as if he intuitively understood. When I was naked, I
entered the shower and stood there again. And, something clicked. He
entered, turned the water on, and began to soap me up. He moved my arms and
legs to get every area, including my dick and balls. Then he raised me off,
and I stepped out when he finished for him to towel me dry, then kneeled. I
turned my back to him and bent over with my ass in his face. Without
hesitation, he placed both hands on my ass cheeks, spread them wide apart,
and hungrily worked his tongue into my hole. He was moaning and enjoying
his job. After about five minutes, I pulled away, or ... tried to, but he
gently held onto me and continued, so I let him. The moaning sounds he made
and the stiff boner he displayed pleased me, but this was not the time to
clarify our relationship. It was a time for rest, complete rest.

I lay on the bed, on top of the covers, and wiggled my finger for him to
join me. I did not direct him as to how he would lay there or what he was
to do or not do. I just closed my eyes and went into a deep sleep. It must
have been near 2:00 PM when I woke and found Chad still asleep with his
body squeezed between my outstretched legs and his mouth on my dick. Chad
was softly snoring.

I lay there for quite a while. Thinking. I untangled myself from him slowly
and climbed gently out of bed. I had made a decision. But this particular
decision needed Chad's approval. When he woke up, I told him something he
did not expect. It must have been very confusing to him. I remembered that
cute saying, "If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's
yours. If it does not, it never was."

"Chad, I want you for my permanent slave slut pussie boy. However, you get
to choose to stay or to leave. And this time, there is no Taser, no
coercion, no force, and no threats of harm to you or anyone. No
blackmail. On that chair are some clothes I am lending you, jeans, a
T-shirt, socks and tennis shoes. In that envelope is $5,000 in cash. And
here is your wallet and your ID. Sorry, the collar cannot be unlocked, but
a locksmith might be able to remove it."

When I initially found Chad, I told him (and every new trainee I picked)
that I'd be training him for a few months. In truth, training is such a
long and complex endeavor that to get my "money's worth," I might keep some
for a year or two. Then, if he chose, he could leave and return to his
previous life. That is, what he could patch together again. But Chad was
different. Oh fuck, was he different?

"Now, Chad, you will leave," I spoke calmly. He reached out to hug me, but
I gently and firmly pushed him back. "You have until midnight tonight to
return here if you wish. And if you do, all your social, economic,
physical, financial, and even medical decisions will be made by me. You
will become my property unconditionally. There will be legally binding
agreements you will sign later when you turn 18, codifying your purpose and
function as my property, though the word "property" can't be legally
used. There will be no going back, so choose wisely. Do you have any
questions?"

He started to speak but realized there was nothing to ask. I'm sure he has
lots of mixed feelings and emotions. I did, ever since I first met him. But
as I said, I made up my mind. He got dressed, took the few items, and
left. You might think I felt strongly about whether he'd return. I really
did not have a sense of it. I was saddened to see him leave, but this was
necessary.

I went about my business, doing errands, laundry, and such, making no plans
for his return even though his return would create a totally changed
lifestyle for both of us. I looked at the clock. Midnight was a long way
off; it was only 7:10 PM. I went out the door to get something out of my
car, and I almost stumbled and fell over the naked form on my porch. There
was Chad, naked and collared. Kneeling and looking up at me. I wondered
where his clothes were, but that was unimportant. His wallet with ID and so
on was not anywhere around, either. He held the envelope with the $5,000
cash in his hand.

No, I did not embrace him, jump up and down joyfully, or call him my
"friend." I said very calmly, "Boy, good to see you. Come in." He crawled
into my living room. "We have many rules to go over and learn, but there
will be lots of time. All my desires for what you will do, how you will
behave, and what you will fully become will be told to you over time. But,
for now, you may ask for clarification about anything you do not
understand. That's fine for now. Training is an ongoing process. Often, I
will not answer your questions; some things are just not for you to know or
contemplate. It's not your job to know why; just do it. Next week, I'll
have a carpenter here constructing special quarters for you. For now,
you'll sleep on the floor by my bed. You will be my alarm clock. Every
morning you will slowly wake me with your mouth sucking gently on my dick.

"Did you eat when you were out? Have lunch?"

"No, Sir. I didn't think that was right."

"Chad, that's just great. And the good news is - and this will really
please you, it'll just blow your mind - I had a wonderful steak and eggs
lunch, the same one you described as the best breakfast. I really enjoyed
myself." Chad smiled at my `good news.' "You see how your new goal in life
is making sure I am pleased? That's the thing. I love seeing you feel
embarrassed, humiliated, uncomfortable, and degraded, especially
publicly. And more good news, I will train you to perform the most
degenerate, indecent, sluttiest, emotionally painful, and physically
challenging acts you never ever considered. And I will enjoy your torment
immensely! How does that make you feel?"

Chad started to cry and said, "Sir, I only hope I can live up to your
expectations. Please help me get there, Sir."

"Of course. And you have no recourse, no one to help you except me. No
place to go except here. Isn't that wonderful, Chad? You don't have to
worry about anything. Hell, I'll have your mouth hole and asshole fucked to
oblivion, not just by me, but by whoever I allow to use your holes. In the
meantime, usually, your cock-sucking brain will focus only on me."

Chad was so exhausted. Who knows what real thoughts he was thinking. He was
tearing up as he realized he needed to be used. I didn't tell Chad this,
but I would give him another 48 hours to reconsider.

"Oh, my little pussie boy, thank you for those tears. Thank you so much for
all your struggles, pain, resistance, and surrender. But soon, you won't be
thinking about what's right and wrong, or good and bad ... you'll just be
thinking about what your Master wants."

"OK, more later. For now, stand up, get in the kitchen, and prepare me
something for dinner. Keep it simple." He made me a very tasty
sandwich. Yes, I do remember he never ate for a very long time.

When I was finished, I took two mixing bowls out of the cabinet, filled one
with water, and placed it on the floor in the corner. "Drink." He did; he
was really thirsty. Now, I had no dog food on hand. This whole new
situation would take a few weeks to fully set up the basics. I had a can of
spaghetti, but I wanted him to have more protein. So, I grabbed a tin of
sardines and smashed them into it. It did look awful and probably tasted
grouse. I placed it on the floor but gave no command. He did not charge for
it. In fact, he didn't make any move at all. I was getting more impressed.

I stood over his food bowl and took my dick out to pee on it, but I was
empty. "I just emptied in the toilet. "Sorry, boy, help me out." He had no
clue what I wanted. "No problem." I explained. "Go ahead and lift one leg,
like a dog and piss on your food to give it some flavor."

He just did it. No hesitation. He lifted a leg and peed, flooding the floor
as well as getting some in the bowl. "No worries, it takes time. You'll
learn. But before you eat, lick up all the piss that missed the bowl, and
then chow down." I felt that I didn't need to watch him obey me. I was
beginning to trust him, but watching was fun.

It was time to kick it up a notch. I like to put a boy through the wringer
early on. I had to really test him forcefully in public, with strangers all
participating. I must strip away even the tiniest bit of pride, modesty,
personhood, self-respect, or desire to make decisions or to control
himself. Fortunately, a special event would occur in a few days, on
Friday. It is the grand opening of....

To be continued...



WHAT THE FUCK?! Now, there's another chapter? All because Brock must find a
way to degrade and humiliate Chad to the extreme. I suppose there will be
no limits at this time. Is this going to be something the entire community
gets involved in? I wonder what Broch has in mind "to remove every bit of
Chad's personhood." I'm guessing this will be BOLD and DARING to the
extreme! Stand by for the last chapter, Chapter 7.

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