Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2024 16:50:16 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking Me In 22

Chapter 22

I grow tense waiting for this one more thing he wants to tell me.

"I've decided it's time you start drinking Bobby's piss, to be his urinal
from now on, just like you used to be when he owned you.  I spoke to him
about it and he's looking forward to degrading you that way. It will help
you remember what you a perverted faggot pig you are becoming."

And with that he leaves, me hiding behind the door and recoiling from the
shock. Only after the limo pulls away do I stand in the doorway and watch
until it's out of sight, tears falling down my cheeks.

The moment I close the door, something SNAPS and BREAKS within me.
Everything looks different!!!!!!!!!

He kisses me like he loves me, but then he reminds me that he is turning me
into a "perverted faggot pig." I realize that Bobby won't be the only one
who will be using me as a urinal. I know that's what's going to happen. I
know. I know. But suddenly, something rises up from the very depths of my
being, from a place that no Dom or Master or man has ever touched, and it
forms itself into a word in my throat. I open my mouth and it screams out:
"NO!!!!! I DO NOT WANT THIS LIFE!!!!!

Then I realize that Bobby will be here in less than 40 minutes. Forget the
shower. I race around the house and shove into my backpack and rucksack
everything I can get my hands on, from the wardrobe he had whittled down
for me and personal effects from the bathroom. I go to take my phone, but
decide to just leave it there so no one can contact me. My mind says,
"escape, escape, escape!" I race to the car, not even closing the door of
the house and leave rubber in the street as I rush away from that place
like I'm escaping with my life. I drive home---to Dad's. His car is in the
driveway. Good. I leave my things in the car and drop my house keys because
my hands are shaking. Before I can bend over to pick the up, the door opens
and Dad is standing there.

"What's happened? Baby, you look terrible."

I fall down at his feet, shaking and sobbing, and the door closes behind
me. Dad gets down on the floor with me and just like I did when I was a
slave, I reached over and crawled into his arms and held him tight, sobbing
out my misery, crying "no, no, no," and other gibberish. Dad holds me while
I go to pieces, just as he has done so many times over the years, praying
for me in his mind and simply waiting for the emotional tsunami crashing
upon him to go back to where it came from. He wishes that his son was still
only three years old; it was so much easier then when he melted down. He
can't carry the boy inside and give it a warm bath, dress him in him
"snuggles," as he called his favorite pj's and blanket, and lay him on the
bed then going to sit in a chair and read until the boy needed him some
more.

He can't do anything like that, but it sure feels like this is one of those
times. The boy's been overwhelmed by too much stuff and is incapable of
ever making any sense out of it because it's all too far beyond him. It
used to be frustration over a broken toy. But now? This is something
serious, something dark, something to do with that crowd he's been hanging
out with and living with some guy he said he was crazy about, but he's been
very distant these past couple months. Something has obviously come to a
head and the boy can't handle it. He's still only 19, for God's sake!
Experimenting with things that are probably why he's in such a state now.
He (Dad) had already found out that the club he kept going was a gay male
BDSM club. He probably should have raised an objection when he first found
out but his friend Warren told him that it was a safe place.

Six hours, three gallons of coffee wrestling with a Xanax, most of the
story has come out except for things that Dad didn't need to know about,
like what Tyler called him right before he left, or what he was planning to
make him do for Bobby, or most of that degrading stuff. He told his father
that he was a submissive and things just went too far lately so he decided
he had to escape it all.

By now, they know. Maybe they found the cell phone, and my father had it
cancelled while they were speaking when he had to go to the bathroom and
was happy to be pissing standing up for the first time in weeks because of
being caged. When he came back Dad was finishing up a phone call. "I just
cancelled your cellphone account," he told me. Wow. Smart thinking.
Fortunately it was a Saturday and Monday was a holiday, so he wouldn't have
to deal with school for a few days.

After falling asleep on Dad's bed together, still in our clothes, we stayed
that way for several hours. I woke up first and yuck, I felt so gross. I
went to my bathroom, shed my stinky clothes, and got under the shower
scrubbing vigorously. Damn, I realized, I've probably still got some of
Tyler's piss on me. Gross! I took a very long shower. Dad knocked to ask if
I was okay. I said okay but he came in a few minutes later, worried. Fuck!
He sees my naked, all shaved like a little boy, bruises and welts on my ass
and legs, but doesn't react, doesn't freak, just picks up a towel and wraps
it around me, carefully not to put any pressure on my backside. "would you
like some breakfast?" he asks. "You can even put some clothes on and sit at
the table with me." What? fucking WHAT??????? He knows about this stuff.
Shit. Warren!  Sure. He probably got lots of info from Warren, although he
doesn't know much about Tyler, about that I had started staying with him
most of the time, and he saw the evidence on my body. Damn. And what he
said to me about wearing clothes and sitting at the table? Wasn't that some
kind of dig? Or just a signal that he knew more than I thought he knew. But
shit! The worst thing of all is that he knows that I really got my ass
whipped hard just a while ago. Damn. I escape to Dad's and find out that
I'm still being humiliated because he knows a lot of what I was doing as a
sub. And he saw me naked! Uncaged. Marked up. Shaved. Oh. my. God.

I think I was blushing all through breakfast and for some reason always on
the verge of bursting out laughing. "What's so funny?" Dad asks.  "That
when you saw me naked you also saw me as some guy's sub who had just got
its ass whipped, and you're still calm and cool." And now I really did
start laughing. And so did he.

"Listen, pup (!!!), when you were born and I held you in my arms I made a
vow to you that I would accept and love you no matter where your life would
take you so that you would always know you could come to me when you've
made a bunch of terrible decisions and needed to be safe for a while."

There's that word again: safe. How did I ever end up as the son of a man
who was able to love the way he has always and still does love me? And he
isn't lecturing me at all. He just seems curious. For example, here are a
couple things:

"--Do I always get beaten so severely? Is that something I believe I need?"
The answer to that was easy. Definitely no! That was over-the-top brutal
and I just laid there and took it because I wanted him to possess me and
take away my safe words. So I didn't safe word when he strapped me so bad.

"—From what Warren's seen of you at your club, you really like sucking
cock. Being naked in public and sucking anyone's cock who wants your
throat." Holy shit! He has a way with words. And yes, Dad, that's how God
made me, and it's a way that I can get what I want but also give pleasure
to the other guy and I am a sub for everyone in the club and must obey
every man who wants me to serve him. And I met someone like that, dammit,
and it went off the rails!

That prompted another question: "-what do you mean, it `went off the
rails'?"  I mean things just got too intense too quickly, trying to
actually "break" me rather than "break me in." I mean, I'm still a kid,
just barely legal. And sometimes the Dom is, too. The first guy was better
for me but I got selfish and screwed it up and now I regret it.  "—Did
you learn anything from what happened?"  Yes. I learned I'm a beginner and
don't know the rules, so to speak, and right away I wanted something
permanent and just assumed the other guy—his name is Bobby—thought
the same way. I was completely wrong. And I kind of insulted him when I
broke it off with him, too.

"—Do you think if you went and apologized to him he would beat you as
badly as the other guy did?" No he wouldn't. He always knew when to
stop. But he probably would have found a lot of other ways to punish me as
well—that is, IF he would take me back. And oh shit! I was supposed to
be with him. He was coming to the house to get me but I was gone by the
time he got there. That makes it even worse!

"---were there other times that guy you were with last did anything to push
you just to the breaking point or even beyond you when he thrashed you? if
so, how did you handle it?" Yes, dammit, there were times. The worst was
when he made me get locked in a cage he'd bought and I freaked and he
managed to deal with me in a way that led to me surrendering to him and
getting locked up for the night. And the piss thing too. always pushing me
farther than I wanted to go and I let him because that's what he wanted
from me as his slave. And the last straw: what he told me as he went out
the door, about Bobby.

"—so what are you going to do now? Any ideas?

Yes. Drop out of school and disappear somewhere. Or just go to school as
usual and deal with what comes when it comes without worrying about it
before hand. Or ...oh, I don't know.

"—May I make a suggestion now, and it's perfectly fine if you don't like
it?" Sure.

"—You might be able to have it both ways. If you start in school again
on Tuesday and it works out, well then that's fine. But if it doesn't work
out, you would still be able to drop out and go off line for a while, and I
actually know a place where you might do well and have a lot of fun as
well." I'm intrigued by what you just said. Would you tell me more about
this place you were thinking about?

"I know of a place in the Midwest, a kind of commune this fellow runs kind
of as a small farm and guys college age or a little older who need to drop
out live there for as long as they need to. A mix of gay and straight and
all sorts of different interests, and they work the farm together and
everything's cool. I know about it because one of the interns in my area
came from there. Spent two years there and then was ready to return to
college. Said he goes back once in a while to visit the friends he has
there."

"OMG, if I went there I'd want to end up becoming the commune slave in
service to anyone gay or straight and subject to punishment. that's just
the way my mind works these days. So that wouldn't work out. But I think
that I'm gonna go to school Tuesday and take what comes. But I need a new
cell phone, Dad."

"—maybe we just need to find some kind of commune, probably smaller,
where you could be the slave." "Please do." Damn! Then I realized that
Tyler was working it out so I'd become the slave of the Tribe. That's where
it was heading. But again I have to say: too much, too soon."  I gave Dad a
hug but said I needed to be alone for a while. I went back to my place, lay
on my bed, and just wept again. Dad is so good to me. He's really helping
me thing of all sorts of things that I wasn't thinking about before. He's
always been like that. This all hurts so much. I wish it would just go
away. Or maybe I'm the one who has to go away. Like to that place Dad told
me about. Hmmmmm I fell asleep. This is exhausting!

The bing! awoke me. Dad on the intercom. "I have to go out for a few
hours. Warren is here and will be available if you need any thing or want
to talk more. It's also okay if you just hide out and don't even say hi to
him. He gets it."

"Thanks, Dad. I was sleeping. Maybe I'll see him later. Thanks for
everything Dad. Sorry I'm such a mess."

"You're my mess, son. It's my job and my privilege." He hangs up.

I do end up going downstairs later, and went to make a pp&j sandwich and he
was in the kitchen making a pot of coffee. I said hi and thanked him for
hanging out here.

"My pleasure, boy. Word is already out about what's happened and naturally
opinions are divided. Some think you did a wise and healthy thing. Others
think you should be locked up for a few days and broken by the lash if
necessary."

"And you, Warren? What do you think?"

"I see you as family. That's all I can say. But I have to tell you one
thing: I find it very weird to see you in clothes. Despite everything that
may have happened, wouldn't you feel more yourself if you were naked in my
presence? Just an idea, kid. Do what you decide to do."  Damn, he was
right. Like he said, DESPITE it all, I should be naked. Damn, even my Dad
saw me naked today, or yesterday, or whatever. So I went back to my room,
took off my clothes and put them away, and then came back downstairs to the
kitchen. Warren had finished making my sandwich for me. I thanked him and
he looked me over. "Wow. That was quite a thrashing. You're starting to
turn black and blue now."

"Yes. It will be a reminder for several more days."

"a reminder of what, boy?"

"A reminder that I should never let anyone press or try to pass my
limits. It's gonna take a long time to trust anyone again."  "Certainly
understandable. You're so young but trying to be so grown up, boy. Stop
it. Be a boy. Be a young twink sub who needs very gentle handling for now."

"Wow. That's so neat, Warren. Thank you."

"If I asked for something, would you make me a promise?"

"Depends on what I'm promising, Warren."

"Smart-ass! I'd like you to promise me that the next time you go to the
club, you will call me to let me know so I can be there."

"oh, Warren, that's so nice. Sure. I'll promise you, Warren. But I doubt it
will be very soon."

"Whatever it is, it is."

"Now you sound like a Roman orator!" We both laugh. I start singing "que
sera, sera, » and Warren grabs a wooden spoon and starts chasing me
around the island in the middle of the kitchen. It's all in fun. I know he
won't hit me. AT least, I don't think he'd do, even though he made me get
naked. No, wait! He didn't do that. I did it. I made myself get naked
because that's the kind of sub I am. Usually naked, even if not collared or
caged.

"Hey, Warren, thanks for getting me to strip. I feel so much better now."
"I'm glad. You just have to face the fact that you are a sub and always
will be a sub and you don t have to do it all at once. And dammit, kid!
Don't fucking move in with anybody again."

I couldn't help myself and started laughing. He continues: `think of it
this way: you are always a sub but a Dom only has you for the scene, then
you go home. Now he has to wait to find out if you'll come back for
more. It's completely our choice. But when you move in, then you no longer
have that much of a choice. You're allowing him to claim you as his own."
"That makes so much sense."

"Good. Now give me a reward," he says with a lascivious look on his face.

"...um...what kind of reward?"

"Let's say, half an hour at your nipples, your hands bound behind your
back."

Damn. My cock starts to get hard. "Okay if you blindfold me, and in my
bedroom."

"Deal."

"Will you want to cum?"

"No. Just the nipple work."

I bring him up to my room with the unmade bed and clothes on the
floor. "Typical college freshman housekeeping, I see," he remarks. I go
into my backpack and pull out a blindfold. I also have leather manacles and
d-clips so we're all set.

I lay them on the bed and smile shyly at him. "Any clothespins?" "No. But
here are my clamps."

Soon we're set. He's so cute. He even sets the alarm on his phone. 30
minutes. Then the blindfold. Then the manacles and I'm clipped. He has me
get on the bed and kneels so we're about the same height. He runs his
fingers very lightly over the tips of my nipples again and again never
pressing and I'm beggin inside for him to grab them and really start
working them but he, oh, so slow and subtle, and I'm experiencing an
unbelievably powerful craving to hurt so much he gets to see me cry. Now
he's softly toying with each one and slowly getting it trapped in his
fingers, which start to pull them and squeeze them and roll them. It's
beginning to hurt. I'm hard as a rock. The pain increases then he
stops. Clamps. Fuck, it's been a while. Tyler never took much interest in
my nipples. They're virgin for Warren and Warren's taking away my
nipple-virginity because he keeps putting the clamps on then taking them
off, over and over again and it gets so each time he puts them back on the
pain level jumps up again until I'm moaning and whining and crying out and
then he's whipping them with the end of one of my belts and I'm fighting to
keep away from his belt (remember I'm blindfolded, so this is pathetic),
and fuck, I start crying but still he keeps on whipping them.

Suddenly he stops. "I'm giving you two minutes free." My crying settles
down a bit but I'm scared of the pain to come and it feels good to be
scared like this but not terrified. When the two minutes are up, he puts
the clamps back on and I scream out loud as he pulls on them, adding to the
weight and this is when I cry the most and begin sobbing. Finally it all
comes to an end, and I now I'll be aching for a long time to come and God,
please don't reach for my nipple again tonight?

I'm still sobbing quietly when he takes the blindfold off me and runs his
hands down my arm, then my back, then he toys a bit with my cock which is
about to explode. "I'd like to see you cum," he says to me, and I manage to
get out a "Yessir!" in the midst of my groans as he tortures my dick and
then gets from me the biggest orgasm I have ever had, I think. This is the
first time I've ever cum since these weeks I've been caged almost all the
time. Holy shit! He catches most of it in his hands and keeps saying
"that's a good boy," until it's all passed. Then he puts his hands to my
mouth and orders me to lick them clean, and I started licking and eating up
my own explosive load and I didn't even hesitate when he ordered me to
lick—that's how trained I've gotten.

He unbinds me. "I'll leave you for now so you can recover, but once you're
ready I'd like to speak to you about something," he says, and I answer,
"Yes, Sir." How could I not say that after what he just did to me?

Another shower. Damn, the though of Tyler's piss on me won't leave
me. Anyway, when I get back down stairs he offers me a beer. We sit inside
facing once another, me still naked.

"I want to explain something to you in way of instruction. Is that okay?"

"Sure," I say, deliberately leaving off the "Sir"

"What is your usual posture when a man is instructing you about something?
It would be good for you to get in that position."

I know exactly what that means, so I get to my knees between his legs and
sit back on my heels, but sit up.

"Good boy. So anyway, I want to point something out to you. You were just
worked over by an expert at nipple torture to your very breaking point, but
were never degraded, and, in fact, received a wonderful sexual reward that
is seldom given to slaves. Pain and pleasure. Not pain, and pain, and rest,
and pain, and get sent away. And you were being treated like a true
sub. There was never any doubt that you were the sub. But I didn't have to
claim your entire life just so that I could have a nice scene like we both
just had. That is what I wanted to point out to you. Give it some thought,
please?"

"Oh my, Warren, I surely will. Wow. You have an amazing way of looking at
things. Thanks so much."

The door opens and Dad comes in with his briefcase. He comes into the room
we're in. I'm naked. I'm in a submissive posture in front of Warren. Dad is
out of his mind, I swear. He comes right in and then sits on the couch
right next to Warren and looks at my naked and kneeling. "Let me guess,"
says Dad. "Warren was just teaching you something about being a sub."

"Yes, Sir," I say to Dad. Damn! TO DAD!!!" I swear, this is the most
humiliating day in my entire life so far, and it's been completely awesome
in many ways. And now here I am naked, kneeling in front of a man my Dad's
age who had just made me sob and also have the most powerful orgasm of my
entire life, and then make me lick if from his hands. And now my Dad is
sitting next to him watching me kneel there, seeing a sub expression on my
face that he has never seen before.

"Well I'm sure that anything he had to say to you should be taken very
seriously. It's become clear to me that I cannot leave you in the hands of
young Doms. They're still learning themselves, although sometimes I know
they act if they have superior knowledge because they're superior to
you. It doesn't work that way. Now that I've witnessed for myself the
consequences of the way they thought they were "training" you, and have had
to pick up the pieces while you were going through the most terrible
meltdown of your life. No, this won't do at all. Since you are so convinced
that you must be a sub and have proven to me that such is the case, I've
decided that I cannot leave you to your own devices. Older, wiser men are
needed and I'm going to see to it that you learn from the best of them. You
won't find these men in the playrooms and clubs, but you don't have to
worry about that any longer. I'm stepping in, boy. You're still my boy and
you are going to remain my boy until you are ready to make your own way in
the world. Do you understand me, son?  "Yes, Sir. Please help me. Please
keep me safe."

"Of course, boy. I'll take care of your education. Let's say, perhaps, that
you're going to be "home-schooled." It will begin in the morning. Give
Warren a hug goodbye and then go to your suite. Take the clothes you left
on the floor in the kitchen with you. Now that I've seen you naked and I'm
getting used to the sight, there is no longer any reason for you to wear
anything here from now on. If I have friends or colleagues over who might
not be able to handle it, I'll keep you locked in your quarters."

My head is spinning, I feel like I'm being treated like a little boy again,
and you know what? That's just fine. Warren helps me to my feet and I give
him a nice tight hug even though it makes my nipples hurt again. I give my
Dad a kiss on the cheek and say "Good night, Sir. I'm glad you're my Dad,"
and go pick up my things and head upstairs. I have no idea what's going to
happen and it's s till very embarrassing being naked in front of my father,
but it's what he wants so that's the way it's going to be. I wish I could
have been as obedient to him when I was a teenager, but then I realize that
I'm still a teenager after all, and my Dad's in charge. I would sleep well
that night because now I have nothing to be afraid of.

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Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story.
subkodak25@gmail.com

I now have a pictures of BOBBY, TYLER, and the boy (narrator). Ask and I'll
email the ones you want.

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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