Date: Thu, 18 Jan 2024 20:51:45 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking Me In 16

Chapter 16

It's weird how I react when I can't be with him. Sometimes, I seem to be
lost in a fog of bliss. Other times, I get afraid because he's not there to
protect me. Damn! What's going on here? Am I really that hooked? And even
more important, is it okay to be this way?

The limo stops and I get in the door. Tyler's there. He smiles at me. I
immediately feel better. At peace. Complete. Owned. "My tribe is having a
special dinner because it's Ed's birthday." (Note: tribe members: Hank,
Eddie, Tyler, Stan, Red and Bobby.) "We all get dressed in three-piece
suits and feel really dapper about ourselves. We always have a nice
time. I've decided that I'm bringing you just like Bobby did that first
time to brunch with us. We decided that our subs could only be invited if
the whole tribe agrees. You got the vote because I promised each of them a
scene with you if they voted you in. So now you're a member of the tribe,
the first sub ever to be voted in. That means they think you'll be sticking
around, no matter which of us turns out to be your Master. So Relax. you're
can join in the conversation, nothing is subject to punishment. Realize
that you're among friends and we all approve of you. You're just an
ordinary guy like us, but you're wired to be a BDSM slave. Whenever the
tribe gets together, there's no role-playing. Just a bunch of guys at
brunch (he giggles recalling an old joke). And don't forget that all 6
voted to include you at some of our gatherings."

He kissed me and I drank from his mouth, both honored and humiliated to be
considered the way his friends thought of me.

"I've got to get you a suit. I doubt you have one." It's humiliating for
him to know I'm trash. The only suit I ever wore was the white suit when I
made first communion. I also notice that he says "I" and not "we." I'm his
responsibility and he's in charge. Even at a high scale men's clothing
store. (Damn, is "store" the right word?) When we go in, much to my
surprise, Tyler gives his name and we're escorted to what seems like a very
comfortable fitting room. Nice seats. Full wall mirror. "Strip to briefs,"
he tells me. Oh yes, I forgot to mention: he took away my boxer briefs and
replaced them with tight black briefs that keep riding up my ass. I suspect
that's deliberate. "Remain standing," he tells me as he takes a seat. A man
with a tape measure around his neck comes in and shakes Tyler's hand, happy
to see him. Oh wow. They're like friends. Alan is the man's name.

He looks me over. "This is an attractive boy. You have good taste," he
tells Tyler as he begins taking some preliminary measurements. "Color?" he
asks Tyler. "Less black; towards grey" was his answer, and that mystified
me. But then I figured it out. They all wear black. I wear something that
indicates my status in the tribe. Always a constant reminder, as if being
caged for days on end isn't reminder enough—and please understand that
I'm not complaining. I'm living the life, or at least a nice introduction
to the life, and I'm getting measured for a suit that will probably cost a
fortune. Alan leaves us to go look for something for me to try on. "My
color is less black," I say to Tyler. "Of course," is his answer. "Never
forget your place, brat." "Sorry, Sir. I pretty much understood when you
told Alan what you wanted. "Good boy. You're learning," he says, and then
Alan comes back in with a charcoal grey suit. "close enough?" he asks
Tyler. "Perfect, Alan. You're a genius," was Tyler's pleased reply.

He has me try it on and it already almost fits like a glove—at least in
my mind. But Alan goes around making notes and sticking pins in the
material and once he stuck a pin right into my butt and said "Stand still,
goddammit!" Tyler chuckles. "The boy's dick is caged. Take that into
consideration. He'll always be caged when wearing this." "Makes good
sense," answers Alan, getting a feel for the cage through the pants. "The
entire outfit?" Alan asks. "Yes. Shirts, ties, socks and shoes."

"Take off your socks," he tells me. He has me put each foot onto some kind
of a screen that probably takes a measurement of my entire foot. Right now,
I swear I feel more naked because of my bare feet than because of anything
else. Satisfied at last, Alan gives Tyler a small magazine from which Tyler
can choose the shoe style. That being done, Tyler thanks Alan. They say
goodbye and we leave. Wow.

"You had a really cute reaction when Alan told you to take off your socks,"
Tyler says to me as we leave the lot and ride on the street again. "Yes. It
really got to me. I felt like I was being stripped more naked than ever
before." "Interesting," was all he had to say. "You know, boy, you always
need to tell me about anything that feeds your submissive mind."

"Well then there's one other thing I have to tell you, Sir," I say. "The
whole idea about you taking responsibility for me, that I am null on my
own. It got to me when you said "I've got to get you a suit."

"What else could I have said, do you think?" asks Tyler.

"either `we've got to' or even `he's got to get a suit.' When you said
that, I realized that I really am like some kind of toy rag doll of yours
and you get to dress it up when you play with it sometimes."

"You're an object."

"Yes, Sir. Is that how you see me, Tyler?" Sometimes I use his name just to
see if it becomes forbidden.

"I see many things when I look at you, boy. And I'm not going to let you
get any deeper into my head right now. I really think that this is the time
I've been waiting for."

"What time, Sir?"

"I've been waiting for the most appropriate time to fuck you. This is that
time. As soon as we get home," he says and I thought it seemed like he was
in a hurry to get home. When we do, I get naked as soon as I get through
the door and decide it would be wise to crawl after him as he leads me into
his bathroom. "You know what to do," he says to me, so I get in position,
ass up, for him to begin cleaning me out. I swear he's pumping some kind of
drug into me, because even what happens seems like something that's turning
me on like crazy.

Next thing I know, we're in bed and I'm in his arms and looking into his
face until I can't stand how good it feels, so I close my eyes. Somehow,
Tyler's lubed fingers begin exploring my anus while I'm curled up almost in
fetal position. "Stay like that," he orders, and continues poking,
encircling, scissoring, relaxing me and opening me up. Finally I can't take
any more and desperately I cry out, "Please, Master, please fuck your
slave. Please take me!" and almost immediately I feel the end of his cock
probing my hole and I press back on it and hear him whisper, "good boy," as
he takes short strokes which go deeper and deeper inside me and it feels so
good even despite the fact that there's also some pain as he opens me all
the way to accommodate his cock, that all the space deep inside me exists
only for him.

We're still in a weird position. He pulls out and tells me to get in the
same position I had in the bathroom—head down, ass up—and then he
manipulates me and sticks a pillow under my groin. Then he starts all over
entering me a bit at a time and breaking me in as far as he wants me to go
and I groan and tears come down my eyes and my breathing speeds up, and I
form a picture in my head of what it looks like from the inside of me, this
picture of him fucking me with his cock. Taking my virginity from me. And I
know I was meant for this. "It's his, it's all his," I say in my mind, and
I squeeze my inner muscles which causes him to moan "slave, slave, slave
serve me" or something like that until he suddenly speeds up and plunges
harder and harder until he yells "Yes!" and I guess he shoots within me,
but to tell the truth, I don't really feel much of anything. But I sure
feel satisfied. Thrilled even. He has just taken me completely. He wants me
this way. My hole exists for his pleasure.  "Speak to me," he whispers as
he nibbles on the back of my neck. "You own me," I say on the crest of a
huge sigh. "Yes," is his reply. I'm not sure what it all means for the
future, but for right now it's perfect and I'm glad he's feeling the same
way I am.

"The next time you speak to your Dad. let him know that you will spend many
nights with me," he says, and it feels weird to talk about something
practical at a moment like this, but I guess he's decided that the moment
has passed as soon as he slid out of me. "Come," he says, and takes me by
the hand and brings me into the bathroom. He shows me what to use to clean
his dick and groin as he sits on the toilet, top down. "You're putting it
in your mouth when you're done, so make sure it's good and clean. I don't
want you getting sick." It feels so damn good to hear that. And so I take
care of the Master's junk as an act of love, and once he's dry he says,
"open your mouth," and as soon as I do he puts his softened dick into my
mouth. And I feel him pissing and then I get the taste and then I put all
my attention on swallowing without spilling or making a mess. Fuck. This
time he's not going to stop. This time I'm his urinal. Fuck. I guess the
guys will know that when they see me at dinner. I guess Bobby will know
Tyler has definitively claimed me as his own and our bond is iron-clad. Of
course, little did I know that one day soon, iron is going to be part of
the scene.

Three days later, we all look so good dressed the way we are, and just like
Tyler told me, the guys are friendly and treat me with social respect
although dropping little barbs from time to time, but it's all in
fun. Nothing at all is said about anything sexual. I stand out from the
group because of the color of my suit, but I guess that was all part of the
plan as well. I'm different from them. XXX-NO!!! They're different from
me. They are blacker. They are more developed, more desirable, more
powerful, and they all have that power over me. And then something happens
which I never would have imagined possible.

The waiter comes by and Tyler asks him for an extra water glass. Once he
gets it, he excuses himself and gets up from the table to go to the
bathroom. Soon he comes back to the table, and the water glass is
half-filled with a warm yellowish liquid and puts it in front of
me. Suddenly, all the conversation ceases, as they sit there and watch
me. Oh, my! This is how Tyler is going to let the tribe know that at last
I've become his urinal. For some queer reason, I fix my eyes on Bobby's
face as I lift the glass from the table and put my lips to it then proceed
to drink its contents, a bit at a time, until all of it is gone. Nothing is
said, but everything is said. I put the glass back on the table. Tyler
takes my glass filled with water and pours most of it into the glass that
had held his piss. "Use that as your water glass," he says quietly to me
and I nod.

For the rest of the dinner it hits me again and again: "They all know!" And
still they join me in the conversation. Stan asks me what I'm reading in my
classes and I tell him about "The Prince of Tides," and he starts telling
about how much he liked reading that book. "If I remember, it really
rambles from one thing to another." "Yes. Just like life. We all keep
rambling from one thing to another. I'm doing things lately that I never
imagined I'd be doing. Even like being at this dinner." Ed laughs, having
tuned into what we're talking about. "I did something last night that I've
never done before," he admits. "I answered an ad on line." "You slut!"
cries out Bobby and everyone laughs. "It was an ad for a housekeeper. A
naked housekeeper," Stan tells them. "I don't know if I could handle that,"
says Red. Stan offers to invite him over when the housekeeper is working
there. "Let me know how it goes," asks Tyler, and I get an ominous feeling
that I may be doing that sometime soon. "The pup worked naked around my
place," says Ed, and I blush as they look at me.

"Actually, I didn't pay too much attention. I was just glad my place was
getting cleaned up. Of course I was turned on because I was dressed while
the boy was nude," he adds. And then they start talking about different
times they'd ever been naked and embarrassed.

I have to say that I really enjoyed this conversation although I didn't
have anything to say. Hank gets Tyler's eye and then nods his head in my
direction. Tyler nods and Hank gives him a "thumbs up." Sure enough.

After the dinner was over (and I didn't even have to help clean up), the
men all said goodbye. Tyler tales me by the hand and walks me out of the
restaurant in front of everyone there.

When we got to the car, Tyler cuddled me for a while and told me he was
happy with my behavior and how proud he felt when all his friends watched
me drink his piss from a water glass at my place. I told him that Stan and
Red both congratulated me for "crossing the line" and becoming the type of
sub boy Tyler's always been looking for. "It's true," he told me. "I have
been searching for a good long time but you click all of my boxes, boy. and
I'm so pleased that I didn't give up searching for what I wanted. And lest
you have any doubt, boy, you are what I want. I believe you will be able to
surrender to every wish I'll ever have for you."

"Even if I don't know what those wishes are, Sir?" I asked. "You'll know
them when you need to know them, and each time you'll have to make the
choice again. Are you my slave or are you looking for nothing more than hot
times? As my slave, you will always break through your limits when I decide
it's time.

"Here's a perfect example: tomorrow morning you'll be naked on your hands
and knees scrubbing the floors in Hank's house and bathroom using a
scrubbing brush that he'll probably take to your ass if he thinks you're
not serving him with the energy he expects. I'll be over at noon and we'll
discuss your performance. I think Stan will also stop by just to watch your
humiliation.

And sure enough, the next day there I was naked on my hands and knees
scrubbing Hank's bathroom floor and tub. Every once in a while Hank would
stop by and just stand there and watch. "It's good to see you this way,
boy. Where you belong." That's all he said to me the entire two hours I was
there laboring for him like a slave. Stan did stop over after all, but just
stayed a while after he saw me serving the way Hank ordered me to serve.

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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find
them:

The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023
Total Subjugation 5/25/2023
Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023

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