Date: Sun, 7 Jan 2024 15:20:48 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking Me In 4

Chapter 4.

He brings me into the living room, which, I see, is equipped with a
top-line TV screen. He leads me to a place on the couch and presses my
shoulder. I sit. He goes to the other end of the couch and sits down
himself, but swings his legs around so that his feet are resting in my
lap. "Play with them," he says. He takes a remote and quickly runs through
some of the options on the screen until he gets to one program named
"Cocksuckers." He starts the program which seems to be a series of videos
of young men servicing the cocks of Daddies, Dom, Masters, Big Brothers,
Bullies, and haters in all sort of scenarios. I've never seen such things
before in my life and I'm mesmerized by what I'm seeing. "This is part of
your education," Bobby says to me. "Watch and learn. I expect to feel some
results when I finally give you my cock."

For about twenty minutes we sit there and I must admit that I'm getting
quite an education. Finally, Bobby turns off the program and shuts down the
screen. He brings me into the bedroom and he lies on the large beautiful
bed. "Come," he says to me. "Take down my pants and underwear." I obey with
hands that are shaking. Is it fear? Or is it anticipation?  Wow. And there
it is. Right before me. So beautiful. So hard. Such a perfect shape. I can
see it leaking. "Lick it up," he says to me, and I gladly do so and even
try to stick my tongue into his piss slit, trying to suck more of that
liquid up. "Enough," he says. "Put the head in your mouth and worship it
the way you've been wanting to do for a long time now, faggot. Show me how
hungry you are for my cock, faggot."

Everything I've had to endure up until now has suddenly become worth it as
I get the privilege to wrap my lips around the head of his cock. The first
cock I have ever had in my mouth, and now I'm glad I waited for this
moment. Inch by inch he brings me lower, further down on his cock, then
takes my hair and pulls it to get me to back off again. And down and up and
down and up. He works my mouth with his hand on the back of my
head. "Salivate more," he commands. Then "more tongue," and I do my best to
worship every part of his cock he exposes to me, and I think I'm doing a
pretty good job. He hasn't complained. Yet. But I spoke too soon. He pulls
my mouth completely off his cock and gets up off the bed. "That wasn't bad
for your first time sucking my cock. I expect you to get better and better
at it. But for now, you need some motivation, something to help you
improve. Lie flat out on your stomach. Put your face in your hands." I do
so. He walks to a closet and then comes back.

"I know you're trying hard, but I'm sure that once you really understand
who you are and who I am, you'll be able to do a lot better. So this is
what is going to happen. I'm holding my punishment strap in my hand. I'm
going to lay one strong lash across your back. Just one is all it will
take. It will help you understand who I am. It will help you understand
that I am able to give you as much pain as I want and that I believe that a
boy like you is best trained by whipping. It will help you understand who
you are. You are the one who exists to provide me with a much pleasure you
possibly can. You are the one who is subject to my rule and to my
discipline. You are the one who will frequently be beaten naked, just like
that brother told you back in seventh grade, that you needed to be beaten
naked. That is who you are. It's too bad he never took you downstairs in
his house to show you what he meant. But it guess that was all saved for me
to do. I am the one who will wield the lash. You are the one who must take
the pain and thank me for it. You are the faggot. I am Bobby. Do you
understand, boy?"

"yes, Sir. Yes, Bobby." "Do not move your hands or you will get more than
one lash." And then before I could anticipate anything I hear a swishing
noise and his strap lands across the center of my back and lights it on
fire. I scream out loud but do not move my hands, thank God. "Feel that
pain, faggot. Learn what that pain has to teach you. What you are. Who I
am. Feel the pain and learn. And once you have learned, jump down on the
floor and kiss my feet and thank me the way you know I want you to."  Tears
are in my eyes and I'm having trouble catching my breath, and the fire
continues to burn across my back and I never realized that a strap could
hurt this much. it take a bit of time, but finally I come to my senses,
practically roll off the bed and get down before him and lower my head to
his feet and kiss them tenderly. Finally, motivated by the power of the
pain he gave me I say, "thank you, Bobby. Thank you for whipping me."

I can't believe this. I am licking his feet and thanking him because he
just whipped me! What the fuck! And why does it feel so good as the pain
settles more deeply into my body? Why does this feel so right?

He is evidently pleased because he gets back on the bed and says, "Let's
get back to it. Let's find out what you've learned, how much better a
cocksucker you can be for me now."

I swear I dove onto his luscious shaft of fresh man-meat and the juices
kept flowing from my mouth as I would suck them up off his cock as I drove
down again and again until at last I was gagging. "I like that sound but
don't gag too much or you'll puke all over me." This time he did not put
his hands on me. He trusted that what he had done would settle matters for
once and for all, and he was so right. I made this first real blow job I've
even given an work of slavish devotion and I could tell from his body's
responses and the sounds he was making that I was pleasing him and didn't
have to fear another beating from him.

It was just such a wonderful thing to have all of my thought and attention
fixated on this cock I'd been dreaming of for the past couple days. Yes,
indeed, I looked up at him as I was sucking his cock and I could see the
contentment in his face. Not only sexual contentment but also the mental
satisfaction he was getting from having broken me so deftly and so
quickly. "Look into my eyes, boy, while you're sucking my cock. That will
please me." While I was servicing him I was constantly aware of the pain
where he had whipped me and even though it was only one lash, it felt like
its pain spread over my entire back. Yes, indeed, I was now a cocksucking
faggot and I realized I would henceforth be used for his own pleasure and
satisfaction and be subject to his discipline. Little did I realize what
that would mean. I didn't think in these terms back then, but I realize now
what was happening. He was taking ownership of me and my life would never
be the same again.

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(To reader: I have a pic of what I imagine Bobby looks like f you want to
it, just ask. specify .jpg or .pdf The pdf file is extremely large).

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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
Breaking me in—current
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