Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 18:48:42 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Breaking Me In 32 Chapter 32. I hear what he says while I'm cleaning between his toes. I always like to do this job after I've been all over his feet. It's a final gesture of total submission. He is so wise. And it does seem like he knows just how to handle me. I mean, I could have broken away earlier because I was near panic, but he handled it. He brought me down, got me to relax, got me to confess my secret thoughts to him. And he received all of it and didn't get the least bit upset. Instead he sort of praised me. And it's true. I have to keep choosing. I have to keep myself within this mindset and willingly submit to the training I need to become the most devoted slave I can possibly be. "Let's go eat our breakfast," he says. We've already had coffee so that's not an issue. We walk into the kitchen and I see his bowl on the table and my bowl on the floor. Part of me naturally bristles at the idea of having to eat like a puppy, but again I choose to be slave so I get down on the floor and slurp up some of the stuff he made for me. It's got a faint taste, not too strong. Fuck! It's hard to eat this way without getting the cereal all over my face. But he knows that. He's being real quiet. I sense that he's just sitting there, looking all smug, watching me eat like a dog. "I like seeing you with your face in your bowl on the floor. I like it that you know your place. Don't think you're being treated like a pup or like a dog. That's not what this is about. You are being treated exactly like you are: a slave. You are being treated as my slave. That's why you're down there slurping up your gruel." He chuckles. "That's a good name for it—gruel. Very like from the middle ages. If you were a real slave back then, your body would probably be covered with cuts and bruises and lashes from a whip. I don't think you'd be kept naked, except when you're publicly whipped, I guess. I'm sure a pretty boy like you would have been kept aside, free from a lot of the hardest work, definitely kept smooth all the time. I'd be surprised to see you wearing a shirt, but that was only in front of women. But here you are in your picture pulling your shirt off with both hands in front of the man who bought you for a couple hours. And I can see that you know your place, that you naturally keep looking down, that your face shows your shame. I bet your back is criss-crossed with welts from the reed Master made you pick the last time you were punished." Holy shit! He's got my mind back in the past, so far back that all I can think of were castles and hovels for the serfs, and slaves like me slept outside, our legs chained to a big post. Shit. My dick is trying to get hard but got blocked by the cage again. I finish eating as best I could. "Crawl over here," Master says, and I obey. He takes his hands and wipes my cheeks clean and then makes me eat the gruel off his fingers. "There. That should hold you for the day," he says, and I imagine again that I'm a serf in the medieval village and my stomach is always growling at me because I never get enough to eat. I begin to wonder, will Bobby control me by limiting what I eat? "Question, please, Master?" "Ask." "Will I get enough to eat? Will you withhold food from me?" "I haven't given it any thought. I intend to control WHAT you eat, for sure, but I don't want you distracted by hunger. You have a debit card for eating in the caff? "Yes, Master." "We'll have to take a look at your finances somewhere down the road, but I don't care much about it right now. But you must ask permission to buy anything other than food. You hear me, boy?" "Yes, Master." "Well hurry up and clean up here so we can head off. When you're not in class, hang out in the caff just like a lot of kids do. That way you can get coffee while doing homework." "May I bring my laptop, Master?" "Sure. Any porn on it?" "Yes there is, Master." "All male?" "Yes, Master." "BDSM?" "some of it, Master." "I'll look it over tonight. I think I'll put a parental control on you so you won't waste time with porn or other sites. I will choose what you get to look at to entertain yourself. Mostly videos of slaveboys serving or being punished. That's where your head should be when you want to feel sexy and your Master isn't around." Holy shit. The control. I feel gradually getting pressed in on every side. I feel like my dick feels trapped in a tight cage. All of me. Trapped. Controlled. Dominated. Disciplined. "Listen, boy, I know how you like to look around when you're in class. Whenever you do, tell yourself that each and every person you see is superior to you, that I'd allow all of them to fuck your face or your ass. Look on all of them as Sir. And shit! This will be the first time in your collar. That's gonna be interesting for sure!" On my. I forgot about the collar. I wonder what that's going to seem like to others. I wonder if anyone in my classes will realize I'm a slave. "Master, what should your boy do if anyone approaches hostile or wants to order me around?" "Just say they have to check with your Master first. It's simple. You can be completely out. No one cares. Your father knows what you are and he approves. Before the year is out, most of the guys our age will know that Bobby Wilson has a personal slave. Some of them will know what it feels like to be inside your mouth. Or maybe no one will notice, or it won't make any difference. We don't know. This is the fun part: we're going to find out what you are." I finish the kitchen. All this time, Bobby's just been sitting there talking to me this way and I'm about to explode with submissive energy. "Permission to pee, Master?" Bobby comes over and opens a cabinet and takes out a big pot used to cook pasta. He puts it on the floor. "Raise a leg and get your cage over this, the let go." Holy shit! He is treating me like a dog!!!!! This is fucked. I can't get my flow going. I've never been pee-shy, but this takes the cake. Bobby comes over and holds my leg up but still I can't do it. finally he gives up. "fuck. This is something we'll have to figure out, but I don't wanna be late. Go use the bathroom, faggot." I hurry to the bathroom lest he change his mind. He calls after me, "Lift the seat! That seat is only for superiors." I'm not surprised. He's made me sit like this before. It forces me to really spread my legs. Fortunately, the flow comes right away and my piss dribbles down through the cage. Bobby comes in and fills up a glass with warm water and soap, then pours it over my cage, then does it two more times. "Stand up," he commands. I'm dripping He smirks at me, opens the cabinet under the sink and pulls out a diaper. Fuck!!!!! "Put this on. WE can't waste any more time." So I'm going to college in a diaper. A tight diaper. On the ride to school he gives some final instructions: "Remember at all times that you're a slave. Look at others with that intense look when you're expecting your Master to push you to your knees. If anyone engages you about your collar and what it means, tell the truth without making any excuses. If one of the men wants you to suck his cock, do so as long as it's in a safe place. As soon as possible, refer them to me. You have permission to use the bathroom when necessary. You have permission to eat anything you want. I know when you're in class so I won't text you during those times. I'll let you know when I'm picking you up to bring you home, unless someone else is already doing that." I'm overwhelmed by how much he's taking charge and indicating what he wants. And yet, it's been quite an ordinary morning. I wasn't beaten. I wasn't used. The most intense humiliation was simply how he's assumed authority over the most minute details of my life. I decide to sit in the front of the class during my first class so I can't see if anyone's looking at me and reacting to the collar. The professor definitely noticed it and her eyes were draw to it a few times while she was lecturing us. Then, oh, God! She asks me to speak with her after class! Anyway it's just as well that no one from the class will get to me right away. Once everyone's gone, she looks at the collar and says "This is new." I nod my head. "And are you okay?" "more than okay," I answer. "Good. Just know that you can come to me any time if there's something troubling you." Wow. Isn't she cool. Her name, by the way, is Prof. Suzanne Winston. This is really a good thing. I can't wait to tell Bobby. But wait? Would he forbid me to talk to her? No, he couldn't do that because I'd yell out RED so loud they'll hear it all over the place. And then I realize something: As soon as something nice happened, my immediate impulse was to go tell Bobby. Wow. I'm really his! I'm really his, but at the same time as his slave I have to service anyone who asks, so I serve as the person's slave until he cums. Sure enough, on my way to lunch this black guy comes up to me and says "cocksucker?" I nod. "Follow me," he says, and I'm about to have my first piece of black dick in my mouth. So anyway this guy leads me to an empty office and locks the door behind us. Right away he strips totally naked. Wow. He's a little smaller than me, kind of a black twink I guess, and his skin is dark dark brown and is smooth as glass everywhere. His pubes were shaved and there's a really nice scent to him. I don't know what it is. It must be some product that gay guys use. His dick was hard and I was surprised because it was only a little bit bigger than mine. He's cut. I started sucking his dick and it was so damn nice. He put his hands to the sides of my head and started manipulating me and I just got real loose and let him have total control. Man, did he! I became his flesh light and when he came it was actually a little sweet. Finally I drained him of everything and licked his slit the way I was taught. He started getting dressed and he said to me, "you're a good cocksucker. Someone trained you well." "Yes, Sir, I answered. "He knows you play around?" "Master has ordered me to service any guy who asks for it." "Nice to know." He reaches down to help me to stand and he even brushes off the knees of my pants for me. He puts his arms around me and holds me for a while. "You know what I'd like to see?" "What's that, Sir?" "You totally naked in a room of black men and when we strip off it will look so interesting—one white body in the midst of all our black flesh." I giggle. "But no gang rape, I hope." "Nah. Just hugs and slaps. We'll work you over till you're ready to collapse. No one will get too rough with you. Think about it. I can set it up." "You'll need to speak with my Master, Sir. His name is Bobby Wilson. He's a freshman like me." "How tight are you with this Bobby dude?" "He owns me, Sir. Completely." "So a white sex slave." "Exactly, Sir, but everything else as well." "He beat your white ass?" "yes, Sir. and all over." "Sure would like to see that. I'll have to look up your Man then." We enter the caff and now I'm hungry as well. I sure hope that guy will get involved with me. I get chicken tenders and fries. I know it's not a good meal, but I just want to sink my teeth into meat right now. Nothing much more to say. The big thing was when Bobby was driving me home. "Hey, I was contacted by this black kid who says you blew him." "Yes, Master, that is what happened. And he spoke to me about ideas of things to do." "Yes, I know. He has some wild ideas. I'm gonna let him do some of them." I get a little nervous. "oh wow, I hope you'd always be there." "If that's what you need then that's what will happen. He's coming over tonight at 8." "May I ask what for?" "Sure. He told me about that `hugs and smacks' type thing. I don't want that but I invited him to show some of it to me. So I'm gonna sit and watch while this black twink slaps the daylights out of you. Everywhere." I breathe heavily. "Please make me suck his cock after it's all done?" "that's a heavy idea. white slaveboy sucks the cock of the black dude who just slapped the shit out of him and made him cry. He sucks the guy's cock as a way of saying `thank you..'" As usual I have mixed emotions. In addition to the fact that this is an idea that Bobby came up with. I shouldn't be surprised. There have been times when Bobby would have someone else thrash me while he watches. Double humiliation points for this. As soon as we get in the door and I get naked, Bobby takes out his dick. I fall to the floor and get my mouth on the end of it as quickly as I can. "Been holding this for an hour," he says as he lets loose and my mouth is quickly filled with his piss. It took six gulps to finish. (I've decide to keep track of how many.) The most ever. "Oh that's so nice," he says, and ruffles my hair. He orders in Chinese for supper, with extra rice. "The rice can soak up the piss," he tells me and I decide I'm not going to tell him that's a crock of bullshit. "Yes, Master, thank you," I say. And I must admit that it was really cute of him to decide to have Chinese food today because he thinks it will help me. It's the thought that counts, right. Not the idiocy. Supper arrives. He pours a whole carton of rice into my bowl and then takes some pieces from what he ordered to go with the rice, and then even spoons in some of the sauce and mixes everything all around. I don't even get to do that. But then he gives me the spoon to lick clean and wow, that sauce is good. He ceremoniously takes my bowl and puts it on the floor. He insists on doing this himself. "it indicates that I am the one who decides how my slave will be humbled. In any way possible." Now that's not bullshit! And it gives me ping inside when I just heard him say that in my mind. I clean up the kitchen after supper. Bobby unlocks my cage and takes it off. "He might want to smack your dick around. Now go take a warm shower. It's okay for you to touch yourself." Wow! This is something new. Anyway I shower myself until finally Bobby comes in and tells me to turn off the water and get out of the shower. So I'm standing there naked and wet and my dick is hard for the first time in days. "Stoke your little dick," he orders me, and I'm certainly not going to resist that command. He leans back against the sink and watches me do it. "Stroke it good, slave. Your Master wants you to cum on his feet." That gets me almost ready to cum already. "You're gonna cum on my feet then get down and lick it off them. I want you to blow your load before he gets here. That way it will hurt more when he hits you because you won't be getting sexually turned on by it." Holy shit! I shoot my load over his feet as he commanded. He puts his hand to the back of my neck and bends me down to the floor. I get down and start sucking up my cum from his feet the way he ordered. Shit! This is really hard to do right after I cum. He keeps talking to me while I'm doing it. " Now maybe you understand why it's important that slaves like you have your dicks locked up. When you can't cum, you're hornier to service a real man. But once you cum, you don't have nearly as much enthusiasm to suck cock." He doesn't let me dry off. The doorbell rings and he sends me to answer it, naked and wet. I'm on fire inside from this humiliation. I open the door and he sees me standing there like that and he smiles. "This gonna be a lot of fun." "The slave just got out of the shower and is still wet. That should hurt more," Bobby tells him. "So you have access to every part of the slave's body. Have a good time while I watch. I'll let you know when it's time to stop." He looks me over and all of a sudden hauls off and slaps me across the face with one hand while slapping my dick with the other hand. Then the slaps come hard and fast up and down and all over. The worst of all is when he slaps me over my nipples and on the sides. He must be a good fighter because he knows all the moves. Soon I'm crying out and moving around trying to avoid the blows and he just keeps whamming me. I'm glad he doesn't hit my inner thighs because they're still black and blue from the wooden spoon yesterday. Slap, slap, slap. Lots to my face and that's even worse when the tears start flowing. Finally, Bobby tells him to stop. "Do you want the cocksucker to blow you?" He nods and drops his pants and just stands right there. I kneel and swallow his beautiful hard black cock and it's not too hard to show some enthusiasm because I like his cock so much. He doesn't take long to cum. I guess it really turned him on to do what he did to me, and I'm sore and stinging everywhere, which makes me even more hungry to satisfy his dick. Finally, without a word, just like last time, he unloads in my mouth and again I drink down his sweet-tasting load and clean the tip of his cock. After he leaves, Bobby comes to me while I'm still down on the floor and takes out his cock. "Come on, piss-slave. Drain your Master's dick." He doesn't piss much now. I guess it was just to complete the scene for me, to remind me that he's my Master. After I've cleaned him off he sends me inside to clean my mouth and tells me to take another shower. He leaves a towel for me to dry myself off with. You know something? I'm kind of surprised at myself, but I feel like this would be a good night for me spend locked up in the cage we brought over from Tyler's place. I wonder if I can get him to lock me up:? I leave the bathroom crawling. He's sitting on the side of the bed. I stay there on all fours but keep looking at the cage, which for some reason now seems inviting, not frightening at all. "If I'm not mistaken, I think you're starting to get used to the cage in the room. In fact, I bet you're almost ready to spend a night in there without giving me any grief." I dare to nod. "Well not tonight," he says. "I want your sore body in my bed. I wanna fall asleep listening to you whining." Damn. Again I'm reminded that I have no control over my life. He'll save the cage for another night, probably a night when I'm not really in the mood. That's the way things seem to go. So I get into bed with him and he makes out with me (which is wonderful) and runs his hands over my body looking for sore spots (which is not as wonderful) and yes, I do whine even while he has his tongue in my mouth. It's not that he's hurting me so much as it is that he wanted to hear me whine so I do it to satisfy his sadistic urge. Finally he stops touching me. "You've been a good boy tonight." He kisses my one more time and makes me turn on my side so he can spoon me asleep. I'm sore but so happy. He called me a good boy. #### Please make a donation to Nifty, no matter how small. Our contributions help keeping this wonderful site alive. donate@nifty.org If you write me, let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com. 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)