Date: Sun, 18 Feb 2024 17:02:07 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Breaking Me In 39 Chapter 39. I'm all a peaceful afterglow on the way home and Bobby doesn't want to intrude on my experience so we ride together in that kind of attentive silence that only lovers can offer each other. When we get home, Bobby turns off the engine but just keeps sitting there. I turn to look at him and there is such love in his eyes that I can feel it all the down to my toes. He reaches for me and gently pinches my cheek! "What was that for?" "You are so adorable, sweet boy. Watching you with Todd made me feel so happy for you. Your eagerness, the way you were enjoying yourself by serving him brought tears to my eyes. The way you sucked pleasure from his entire body proved to me that you are where you are meant to be, my adorably submissive fag! Your hunger is so great, your need to serve men so focussed. Some might judge out of ignorance and say you are sick or perverted, but I know the truth about you. It's all so simple. You were born a gay slave and I've been chosen to be your Master. I will always cherish this gift. I will always love you for who you are, for what you are and I will always keep my power over you as complete as I can make it because I know that is the best way that someone like me can love someone like you." "Then love me please, Master," I say as I strip myself naked right there in the car so that only his collar and only his cage are on my body. I want him to see me crawl from his car down the rocky path with pebbles strewn all over it. I want him to see that I willingly suffer the pain and discomfort of traveling that path on my hands and knees as a sign of the fact that it is my place to suffer pain for him. I guess the pain will help balance out the exquisite pleasure I experienced with Todd, and that all of it—the pleasure and the pain—are the way he rules over me, the way he controls me, the way he takes care of me. What Master do you know who ever went to such lengths just so that he could have the pleasure of seeing his slave enjoying itself serving the body of another man? I don't have to tell him I love him. He can see it as he watches me take pain for him. I think of my friend Mitch who tortures himself so the he doesn't have to bother finding a Dom or Master. It's so selfish, what he's doing. Wait, wait, okay, I know what you're going to tell me: I shouldn't judge anyone else's kinks when I'm so kinky myself. But I feel sad for Mitch. He tastes the pain but he can't taste what it feels like to surrender to another and turn the pain into an expression of love by means of some mystical form of submissive alchemy. No. He misses out on the best part of the entire experience. We get inside and Bobby orders me to the tub when he pisses on me to wash all the grit and dirt from my body and then makes me take a cold shower to wash off the piss. I howl like some kind of animal because I hate cold showers so much, and sure enough, after he turns off the water he makes me kneel before him shivering and suck his cock while he lashes my back and ass with the rawhide shoelaces he likes to use so much. I make believe his hand is on the back of my head pushing me all the way down on his cock and I stay there choking on him for as long as I can before backing almost all the way off his cock keeping only the head of it in my mouth. I start feeling the pulses going through his dick and with my tongue I feel how his cum bursts from his slit as it fills my mouth. I swallow it all and immediately drop my face down to lick his boots in adoration. He doesn't whip me much more after that. "You are my good boy," he says. "I fucking own you. No one will ever fully understand just how much I own you. No one will ever fully understand how much I love you. All they could see is that I make you choke on my cock while whipping your wet body shivering from the cold shower I made you take. What they can't see is what it really all means to you and to me. They might mistakingly assume I am a brutal Master. They might even end up feeling sorry for you. They could never understand what we gave to one another since you got naked in the car for me so you could enter my house as my humbled dirty lover." He gets a warm towel from the rack and covers me with it. He helps me stand and wraps the towel around me then scoops me up in his arms, brings me inside and tosses me on the bed. He gets on top of me and grinds my body and I feel the roughness of his jeans and his belt buckle and heavy shirt rubbing against my naked flesh. I put my hands behind my head and smile up at him and he knows that I have just offered my body to him again. He spits into my mouth and slaps my face. His right hand tortures my left nipple until I'm moaning out his name and then with that same hand he slaps my body over and over, all the way down until he's pounding my balls. I spread my legs wider and now he uses both hands to slap down my inner thighs and I cry out because they're still sore from the way he beat them the other day. "Light supper tonight," he tells me. "Go make me a cheese omelet and gruel for your bowl. Coffee if you want any. I'll come eat when you ring the bell to let me know it's ready. You'll eat my feet until I'm done with my supper then crawl over and have yours." "Yes, Master," I say. I would love to have an omelet myself but the gruel is probably more nourishing and I understand that slaves must not be epicureans but must be reduced to eating simply fare. And yet at the same time, after practically eating all the hair off Todd's body, and then sucking the juiciness off my Master's feet while he's having his supper, I'm probably better nourished than he is. This is the first night the Bobby locks me in Tyler's cage to sleep. I remember how I once fought Tyler when he drove me into the cage. Now I'm with Bobby. Now things are different. I willingly crawl in there and when I hear Bobby lock the door of the cage I feel that he is locking my heart in a prison all to itself. So much has happened today that I risk being overwhelmed by it all. Bobby is wise: tonight I need to be contained. Tonight I need to realize that I have no freedom. Tonight I must settle down and convince myself that this is the way things should be and that by being restricted, confined, and totally without any personal freedom whatsoever, is the best way for me to live. Being locked up like that helps me understand what it means to be Bobby's slave and that I'm the luckiest boy in the world. Isn't it all just totally queer? Even though there is a part of me that wants to break out of this cage with superhuman strength and run away to a place where no one will ever find me. But why, I wonder, does this inner rebel get so determined to fight for my survival at times like this when I'm locked up with no means of escape? Why is there something within me crying out "no, no, no, NO!" at the very time when I am powerless to refuse Bobby anything and when one glance at his face makes me want to leave no part of me free from his control? What do I do about this? What can I do? #### 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)