Date: Tue, 2 Jan 2024 09:41:59 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking me in 1

Broken In

Chapter 1.

He was in my history class, two rows in front of me and off to the side and
I had a perfect view from where I was sitting. Damn, he had to be the most
awesome dude I've ever seen. Neat Brown hair, not too long, perfect face,
blue-green eyes and a look on his face that screamed ALPHA to me. It was so
hard to pay attention as the prof droned on. I tried not to stare but it
wasn't easy. I was afraid of getting caught but kept risking it and he
became like a drug to me.

I was a college freshman and still a virgin. I used to jerk off in bed with
a buddy of mine in high school, but we never touched each other and I knew
he was straight so I always put on an act that I was too. Besides, I didn't
find him attractive. So I don't really count that.

But now I kept hoping and even praying that this Alpha guy would be an
Alpha gay because I was drawn to him as if he were a strong magnet tuned to
my soul and drawing me in, day after day, class after class. And he had a
smug look on his face that hinted to me that he knew my secret and intended
to make good use of me.

He noticed. One day I hung back after class hoping he would be gone by the
time I left, but there he was, waiting for me, and damn was I nervous. With
no hesitation at all, he threw his arm around my neck and spoke softly in
my ear. "I'll make you a deal. If you can go three classes without looking
at me—I mean not even once---I'll give you a reward and I'm pretty sure
you'll like it. But you have to prove to me that you have some self-control
and stop looking like a horny faggot with your tongue hanging out. Learn to
be fucking discreet." And with that he dropped his arm and walked away and
I must confess that I watched until he was gone and damn he was put
together in all the right places.

Is that what I looked like to him? A horny faggot with its tongue hanging
out? Probably, because I really felt that way. And at the same time, I
found my small cock stiffening by the way he spoke to me and my neck can
still feel his arm around it. Damn. He was so direct, so clear, so fucking
dominant. No beating around the bush. He knew I was looking. He figured out
what I was—faggot. No threats. No telling me to fuck off. No. He makes a
deal. Wants me to prove I have some self-control—which I'm not really
sure about. Orders me—damn, fucking ORDERS me to "learn to be fucking
discreet." And promises a reward if I measure up.

For the next three classes, I took off my glasses so he was nothing but a
blur. It was easy to keep my eyes on my paper—important, even, because
otherwise I couldn't see to take notes. And so I lost myself on the page,
doodled most of the time, and kept my face turned in the other
direction. As soon as class was over I put my glasses back on and
practically ran from the room so I wouldn't get in trouble looking at him
as he left class. One . . . two . . . three . . . I did it! What now?

What would my reward be, I wondered. I never could have imagined what would
happen now. I decided to hang out and let everyone else leave, but didn't
put my glasses back on until the room was empty. There he was when I walked
out the door. Arm around my neck again and he asked me, "You have another
class today?" "No, Sir," I answered. What the fuck! I called him "Sir"?
Almost like that was the only possible thing I could call him. I hoped he
didn't notice.

"Let's go to the gym and hit the showers," he said, and started walking
with me trapped under his arm, right out of the building and towards the
athletic facility. "Hey, Bobby!" one of his friends called out to him so he
let me go and went to talk to his buddy. What should I do now? I started
walking as slowly as possible in the direction of the gym and when I passed
a bench on the quad I decided to just sit down and wait for what would
happen next, keeping my eyes lowered, staring at an empty cigarette pack
lying on the ground in front of the bench, afraid to look around. Dizzy
with desire twinged with fear. Did he hear me say Sir? I could hear Bobby
and his unidentified friend laughing out loud and, being as paranoid as
always, I assumed they were joking around about me. I had to wonder if
Bobby was telling his friend about the faggot he was dragging to the gym
showers so he could show off his naked body and watch the faggot drool. At
the same time, I was anxiously anticipating the chance of seeing Bobby
stark naked as we stripped off to take out showers. I also wondered if it
would be noticed that we had entered the well-equipped facility and headed
straight off to the locker room and showers without having done anything to
work up a sweat. Nonetheless, I was already sweating in embarrassing places
at the prospect of seeing not only Bobby's dick but his entire body
stripped of clothing.

Before long I sensed someone walking towards me and stop right in front of
me. I looked up and was staring right into his crotch and could see a faint
outline of something I desired more than anything else. He put his hand on
my shoulder. "I hate it when people litter. Pick up that garbage and toss
it away next time we get to a trash barrel." As he said that, he dug his
fingers into my shoulder and I knew he meant business. This time I said
nothing, but bent down as soon as he let go of me and picked up the filthy
cigarette pack off the ground, trying not to hold it too tightly. "Follow,"
he said. I stood and followed and when we got to a trash barrel, he pointed
at it. I threw the pack away. "Good boy," he said, and wrapped his arm
around me again until we got to the door of the gym.

As others left the facility their eyes were drawn to Bobby's possessive
gesture. A few nodded to Bobby in recognition and one gave him a snide
smile as he looked me over. I had no idea what was going on or who knew
what about whatever Bobby was doing with me, and my lack of information was
making me more and more nervous. Bobby picked up on it. "Stop overthinking
everything. Calm down. No one cares what you are or what you're doing with
me. Don't take yourself so seriously; the only person interested in you is
me," he said, and his derisive attitude towards me was strangely
titillating. I was having a hard time understanding why I wasn't simply
walking away from him since he seemed slightly contemptuous of me even
though I hadn't given him any reason lately. It was all too confusing for
me and if it wasn't for the fact that Bobby found us two adjacent lockers
in an empty row and immediately began pulling off his shirt as he said to
me, "Get naked. I want to see what you've got. Hurry!  Get naked and go sit
in the steam room. No towel. Walk naked."

Damn. That commanding Alpha voice that allowed for no resistance. I'd never
been spoken to this way before and couldn't identify the feelings that were
running through my body. I began removing my clothes, and as I bent over to
pull down my boxers I realized that Bobby still had his pants on and was
just sitting there watching me strip. I didn't like feeling this
way. Somehow it was okay for me to want to see him naked, but not okay for
him to see me naked? Really?

With that thought in mind, I pulled down my boxers, stood up and stuffed
them into my locker. I put my hands at my sides, thinking of statues of
nudes I've seen, and realized that now I was one of them: a nude. He said
in a quiet voice. "That's good. Just stand there, keeping your hands at
your side," as he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He put them in
his locker and gave me a once-over. "Does that small dick get much bigger?"
he asked me and in shame I mumbled, "just a little bit."

"How big hard?" I don't know what was more humiliating, the fact that he
asked such a question that no one had ever asked before, or the fact that
the answer I gave him, half mumbling, was "a little under four inches."

"What?" he asked. "Say it louder. How big does that boy dick get?"

I know I turned bright red. "A little under four inches," I blurted out,
hoping no one else could hear me. "Boy dick," he said, my kid brother is
probably bigger than you and he's only 9. But damn, look at thosee perky
nipples just begging to be played with until they're sore," as he took off
his pants and jockeys and stood there in the altogether. I still had my
glasses on and treated myself to a good look at what must have been the
most beautiful and desirable cock I had ever seen. Not even anything on the
porn sites set off my desire to suck as much as the sight of his smooth
perfectly formed dick with a well defined crown that I had to fight not to
just fall on my knees and wrap my lips around.

Bobby watched me watch him. He could see how I lusted after him. Patience,
my man. You'll get to taste it soon enough. Take off your glasses and put
them in the locker," he commanded, and I did as ordered. "Now look at
me. Can you see my dick clearly enough without the glasses on?"

"Yes, I quietly whispered. "Part of your reward, kid. And while we're here
you can stare at it all you want. I don't care who notices or what anyone
has to say or think about it. I know you're hot for my dick. Don't hide
that attraction and you'll get what you've been dreaming about all
semester." With that, he ran his hand over his dick and pulled it out a bit
more and I was beginning to drool at the sight. "To the steam room. Naked,"
he ordered and so I left there and walked through the locker room stark
naked for the first time in my entire life, hoping beyond hope that no one
who knows me well, especially guys from high school, saw me on display at
this, my tiny cock half hard although no one would ever suspect why that
was. I never walked around naked before, not even in front of cabin mates
in summer camp. I felt like all eyes were on me wondering why this guy was
displaying himself. My imagination ran wild.

I remember a scene I saw somewhere. It was a boys' dorm. The priest was
standing at one end of the room and ordered all of us to stand there
naked. Many of us would be thrashed. He picked me out and said, "You,
first. Go and bring me the cane." I had to walk down through all the other
boys and get the dreaded cane and then walk all the way over to the priest
and hand it to him and he ordered me to bend over and hold my ankles. Wow!
All this was on my mind as I walked to the steam room.

No one was there when I got in. I'd never been in a steam room before and
wasn't used to the heat or the fact that I almost immediately started
dripping. Shortly after, the door opened and in walked Bobby, wrapped in a
towel, and I felt cheated, especially since I had no choice but to sit
there naked.

"What's happening tonight?" he asked me, as if it were perfectly normal to
be sitting there like this. "Work," I replied. I didn't want to let him
know what kind of work I'd be doing since it was pretty menial and I really
didn't want to give him any more ammunition to use to consider me as an
inferior being. The 82-year old man I go to cook dinner for and do some
light cleaning up paid me quite well. Two visits to him a week was all I
needed to cover my ordinary expenses.

"What dorm are you in?" was the next question. "I commute," I answered, not
offering the information that I was alone at home most of the time since my
father travelled quite a bit for business. (My mother had died of leukemia
three years before this.) "What about the weekend?"

"Nothing special," I answered. "Just homework. My Dad's away and won't be
home until Monday so my weekend's pretty free."

"Ever get lonely?"

"Not really. I'm used to being alone. Prefer it most of the time."

"Why's that?"

"Dunno. It's just the way I am."

"How'd you like to spend the weekend with me at my place? I'd pick you up
on Friday after classes and get you back by Sunday night. It will be good
for you, and I can teach you how to suck my cock. How's that sound?"

It was a dream come true. And the thought that I'd be sucking his cock
while he coached me was getting me hard, right there in the steam room. "I
can do that," I mumbled.

"Good. Pack for two days. Include sweats and street clothes. I'll get you
back here Sunday night. Got it?"

"Okay," I said, pushing aside the impulse to answer "Yes, Sir."

"You'll become a good cocksucker by Sunday night," he said just as the door
opened and two other guys came in with towels around them.

"Never did it before," was my quick reply which, of course, embarrassed the
shit out of me even though it was a white lie.

"I hope you're a quick learner," he said and stood up to
leave. "Come. Showers," he ordered and I looked at the two guys who had
come in to see if they made anything of it. They were talking to each other
and didn't pay any attention to what Bobby was saying. Thank God.

There was no one else in the showers. I got under a shower a few feet away
from Bobby. "Can you see my dick?" he asked. I shook my head no.

"Then come closer. Check me out. This is your reward, faggot."

I moved right next to him and turned to face him. The water was flowing
over his head and down his body and his dick glistened in the water. He
soaped himself up and then stroked his dick with soap and it grew, not all
the way, but enough to present me with a very tantalizing sight.

"It's so hot, you checking me out like a hungry faggot, almost drooling
over the sigh of me pulling my cock, making it get bigger. That's right,
faggot. Stare at it. Get hungry for it. Learn to dream about it," he said
and quickly moved away because the other two guys from the steam room
showed up. I turned my back to him and started thinking of naked old ladies
because my dick had already gotten hard.

He finished showering and started to leave the room. He stopped briefly
within earshot and said, "Turn the water cold." I did so and quickly wanted
to get out from under the freezing water. "Stay and count to ten. Then come
outside," he ordered. Shit. I did what he said and then quickly left the
shower area, already shivering, only to realize that I didn't have a towel.

"Wait," he said as he dried himself completely. "Quickly, kneel," he
whispered. "Drop your soap then kneel down to retrieve it.  I want to see
what you look like when you're kneeling naked before me. Stay down there
until someone else comes in to see you, then grab the soap and stand up." I
did what he said and dammit, my cock started getting hard again. I couldn't
believe what was happening. There I was, stark naked and shivering from the
cold water, kneeling in front of this guy who looked like a god to me. He
was bad. Bad and targeting me and trying to take charge, and it's turning
me on like I've never been turned on before. He was a god, but he was a
dark god, not a god of light. Where would this bring me?

He took his damp towel and tossed it over my head as he left the area and
headed to the lockers. I dried myself as best I could, realizing that the
dampness from this towel was from the water that had covered his body. I
was both turned on and humiliated at the same time. I wrapped the towel
around me trying to hide my small hardon and went to the lockers. He was
already dressed and sat down to put on his socks and shoes, watching
me. When he saw my hard few inches he chuckled with a derisive look on his
face. "I'm going to have a good time with you. I'll fetch you in front of
Orson Hall at 5 on Friday. Black limo. Get in when it pulls up. Don't be
late." And with that, he left me there, still shivering a bit, trying to
put my clothes on with shaky hands and wondering if I should just forget
about the whole thing. I fought in my mind. Yes or no?

I knew right then and there that I would never have the guts to stand him
up. I'd waited long enough to suck my first cock. I bristled a bit at the
way he ordered me around but, fuck it all, he was so awesome and his Alpha
energy was doing things to my insides that I'd never experienced before. I
knew then that if I chickened out I would always regret it. Besides, for
the first time in my life I realized that there was something surprisingly
comforting about being submissive and obedient. Bobby had already given me
plenty of opportunity to discover this about myself.

*****

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Here are the other stories I have posted, in order:

The Alex Chronicles

Sweet Subjugation

Brandon's Bosses

Brandon's Brothers

Total Subjugation

Tommy Loves His Sub

Training Toby

Breaking me in

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