Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2024 20:09:09 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Breaking Me In 26 Chapter 26. It's so hard concentrating during class when I know that Bobby will be taking me out to lunch after class is over. This is the first time he's taken me anywhere and it makes me think of what Tyler was trying to teach me, that it was important I learn now to behave "just like an ordinary friend" when out in public with a Master. Finally class comes to an end. When I leave the building, Bobby is there sitting on a bench, looking so hot, so awesome, that I wish I could go and kneel on the ground before him and kiss his boots. He smiles when he sees me and that smile causes my little dick to try to get hard in its new tighter cage. Bobby had explained that as time goes by, my little dick will continue to shrink and the cages will get smaller and smaller until at last there will only be a nub between my legs. The thought of this humiliation fills my inner slave with intense pleasure despite the way my pride is resisting the fact that my body is going to be modified this way that so many would see as shameful. I also realize that showering in public when not being caged will be all that humiliating when free men can see that there is nothing more than a nub between my legs. I think I should mention this to Bobby some time when we're talking about such things to see what he might think about it. I've always been somewhat embarrassed about being seen naked in locker rooms and showers. Once I'm nubbed, this will be even more acute. Bobby stands up and tells me that we should walk side-by-side to the car, just like ordinary friends. "I know that you will always be aware that you are my slave, even when we pretend that we are equals. That is why I find is so important that you always feel the pain, that you are always aware that I am the person who arranges to have you whipped, whether I do it myself or have someone else do it while I watch and hear your cries of pain." Wow. I nod my head but know that I am blushing. As always, Bobby has a way of talking that leaves me breathless from the knowledge that I am a slave. His slave. We get in the car and Bobby reminds me that this is a time for free speech and that he expects me to find ways to keep our conversation going. Where to begin? I tell him what I've been thinking about being uncaged when nude in public, especially as my little boy cock is being reduced to nothing but a nub. "Good for you, boy, thinking this way. It will be some time yet before the cages will turn your dicklet into a nub, but I'll keep that in mind. The idea certainly appeals to me, especially when I'm present and can enjoy seeing the way that other college boys look at you when they see how worthless you are between your legs. That will be hot. In fact, maybe I'll have you shower on campus while others can see that you've been whipped. That will also be fun to observe. Maybe after lunch if we have time, or else later this afternoon." "That will be so humiliating to have college boys to see me in this condition, Sir. But please only let it happen if you can be there as well. Otherwise, it will be terrifying for me to have to expose my shame this way." "I understand, baby. Don't worry. I'll always be there to protect you." He takes my hand and kisses it as we drive off campus. I still have more to say to him. "I was so surprised to get the picture you sent me. It arrived this morning just as I was thinking about how much I wished I could have the both or you looking over me when I have to sleep alone." "How did you react when you saw Tyler's picture?" "I was a little freaked out. Sometimes, it seems like you guys have access to the thoughts in my mind. I fell to the ground groveling before his picture and started sobbing. Bobby, I miss him so much!" Bobby is quiet for a while. We're going some place far from campus to have our lunch. Before we get to the restaurant, Bobby speaks again in a gentle voice. "Bobby, Tyler, Bobby or Tyler. Maybe, faggot, it might be better to realize that your reality is Bobby and Tyler. You might bounce back and forth, but the reality is that we are both your Master. That is why I sent you his picture. Me on one side and him on the other side, both of us looking after you when you are sleeping alone, both of us making sure you behave, both of us making a claim on you. But for now, slave, you are all mine!" "All yours, Master," I whisper and I am filled with the kind of love that only a slave can have for a Master who has claimed its heart as well as its mind and body. We pull up in front of a small bistro, a lovely place with light blue tablecloths and hunky waiters wearing white shirts which are opened almost to the waist. As we enter, Bobby asks the receptionist to seat us in Todd's section, and we are led to a private corner. Bobby pulls my chair out and seats me as if I am his precious lover. Damn, is Todd hot! Flaming red hair and there are traces of it on what I can see of his bare chest. He greets Bobby like a good friend and it is obvious that he looks me up and down, assessing me. Again, I blush. "So this is the one," he says. "Adorable. You're sure got good taste, buddy." "Always, dude. Contact me some time soon so I can put the boy at your disposal. I can already see it salivating over your red hair." Todd chuckles as he winks at me and tells me, "It goes all the way down. I'll look forward to having you feast on it. It covers my asshole as well. Keep that in mind. I'll want you to eat it all." I choke on my water while Bobby chuckles. "I usually don't like for it to eat ass but in your case I'll gladly make an exception. Just make sure you're well showered." "Promise, dude. So what are you in the mood for this afternoon? Today's special is beef burgundy in a bread bowl." "Perfect. Same for both of us. Sparkling grape water for me, please, and a glass of milk for the boy, and please put a boy's bib around its neck." I'm ready to melt down right there in my seat. Bobby is well aware of this and is really enjoying himself. And now I know why he drove us so far off campus. I can hear the bistro fill with customers, but my back is to the dining room so the only one I can see is Bobby. I'm certainly not complaining, that's for sure. As we wait for our food I just sit there adoring him. "Pain level?" he asks me. "five just about everywhere," I answer. "Good. I'm pleased. Austin did a good job yesterday. He's also quite talented with the cane," he says. "May I ask why you didn't do me yourself?" "He has much better technique. I learn by watching him," was Bobby's answer. Todd comes with our drinks and then the bib, which is a lot bigger than I expected. "I decided the boy would be better off with a lobster bib than one of those little boy things. All of ours have fire engines on them." Bobby chuckles. "Do you remember when I first brought you to my house and had you walk the path barefoot?" "Yes, and then you got down and tended to my sore feet like I was your little boy," I answered. "Do you remember what I told you?" I think for a while. "I'm not really sure." "I told you that I always take good care of my faggots after they've had a hard time." I close my eyes and remember feeling like a little boy while he soothed and bathed my feet, and then taking the first important steps into submission when he ordered me to use my mouth and tongue to take care of his feet. I close my eyes and sigh. "What?" he asks me. He knows what it means when I do that. He knows I'm recalling milestones in my evolution as his slaveboy. "That was the first time in my life that I ever put my tongue to a man's foot." Bobby smiles. "I like giving you first times, baby." "I have a question though. You said you always take good care of your faggots. Plural. What does that mean for me? Am I just part of some kind of stable?" "No, boy, not at all. You're it. I couldn't possibly handle anyone else besides you. You're so needy. You demand the very best from a Master. Not in words but only in how your very nature cries out to be owned exclusively, to be trained, to be broken. And I believe that Tyler feels the same way. At least that's the impression I got when I read the letter he sent you." "He made me a promise of sorts. He told me that I will become the slave I need to be. I never thought of it that way. I never thought of it as a need, but only as some kink I had." "I hope you realize now that it's not just some kind of kink." The hypnotic look in his eyes draws me to him. "It's not just some kind of kink. It's so much more, Sir. I understand now. It's not just about me parading around naked at the Inferno looking for Daddies to suck off just because I get off on it." "Tell me this, boy: what if I decided that the Inferno would be off limits for you from now on?" I take time to think. Todd brings our aromatic food and we tuck in silently. Man is it delicious! It's hard to talk while eating such a wonderful meal. This is so different than my lapping up some kind of drugged gruel from a bowl on the floor. It's a relief to know that there will be special times like this. "I guess I associate the Inferno with Tyler, not with you. With you, you take up all of my sub space. You like watching me be disciplined. You like watching me crumble into a sobbing mess underneath the lash. I can't imagine you'd get any pleasure from seeing me behave like a slut for a crowd of horny strangers in some dismal dungeon. So if you forbid me from going there, that won't be part of my life any longer. The only thing I would hope for, I guess, is that you don't leave me alone for too long." Bobby gifts me with one of his approving smiles once again. "Perfect answer. And I assure you, boy, that if I can't work you over for more than a day or two, I will send someone to you for you to serve in the privacy of your own quarters. Like Todd, for example. It does nothing for me to consider you as a slut, nothing at all. For me you are always sub, always slave, and as your Master I have the power to share you with others simply to help you remember what you are. And no one will beat your precious body if I'm not there to observe, which means that I'll always be there to protect you, to make sure you are always safe." There's that word again: safe. It's what my tender heart needs from my Master. That word is a Bobby word for me. Not so much with Tyler. I guess that's why I've never given up loving Bobby. That's why I'm so happy to be with him again, even if the pain is always part of what it means to be his slave at this point in my evolution. Bobby is looking at me paternally. "You've got some sauce dripping down your chin." He reaches out and wipes it away with his fingers. Looking around, he sees that no one is watching us. He holds out his fingers for me to lick clean. "Thank you, Master," I say after he takes his fingers from my mouth and dries them in his napkin. "Do you have enough room in your tummy to handle a serving of Crème Brulée," he asks. "I'm not sure what that is." He chuckles. "There is simply so much I have to teach you, boy." He catches Todd's attention and puts in the order along with coffees for each of us. Amazing. I will treasure this experience for the rest of my life. Along with so many other things since that day I first caught sight of his awesome face on the other side of the classroom. #### Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com. And by the way, despite the email address, I'm not a sub. I'm just a story-teller. But for the right Dom, . . . some day . . . 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 first five should be read in order: 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 These stories are stand-alone Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking Me In (in progress) Finally, please make a donation to Nifty, no matter how small. Our contributions help keeping this wonderful site alive.