Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2024 10:17:40 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Breaking me in 8

Chapter 8

Sunday morning he takes me to brunch with his tribe—that's what they
call themselves. He has me wear my jeans without underwear, just the cage,
and a flannel shirt of his that has his name sewn in over the top right. So
I wear a shirt with Bobby's name on it so his friends will know that I'm
his. I get to meet all of them. Hank, of course, then Stan, Eddie (who I
met before but hasn't had me yet), Tyler and Red. Just as he promised, I'm
accepted as a member of the group and they all treat me pretty nicely.

Bobby has never used my name; he tells his friends to call me
`pup'—simply that, and I realize that it makes good sense. I'm not into
animal training, but it feels good to think of myself as Bobby's pup,
because one of the things I like doing the most is giving Bobby
appreciative winks. As of yet, I haven't had to eat from a bowl on the
floor but I don't think I'll be surprised if it eventually happens.
Interesting guys, each with a different career, all of whom are quite well
off, well dressed, all of whom are Doms and Tops and as rugged looking as
Bobby if not more. Right away they get into a heated discussion over local
politics.

Apparently these guys are well known and have some political clout although
I have trouble following it all. After all, for the past couple days I
haven't be exposed to much conversation other than Bobby giving me orders
and commands.

The food is great. Bobby orders and then points to me and tells the waiter
"he'll have the same." We all have Bloody Mary's and it's the first alcohol
that I've tasted in a while. I usually don't drink much myself. I feel the
alcohol getting to me pretty quickly and Bobby notices it. He brings it to
the other guys' attention. "I think pup is being defeated by that Bloody
Mary. Probably should have ordered it a "Virgin Mary'" he says, and the
other guys chuckle. Stan asks me if I drink much; I tell him only rarely.
Apparently none of them are heavy drinkers. No one has a second drink.
Coffee seems to be the most popular thing. Tyler asks me what I'm studying
in school. "Undecided yet," I answer. "I'm sure Bobby will be able to help
you make those decisions. You really don't have to do so until the middle
of second semester." Tyler works as an administrator in the same school we
attend. He's a bit older than us, but certainly doesn't look it. I do
notice, however, that he has a sophisticated way of talking. Although I'm
enjoying my time with them, I have a sense of foreboding because Bobby
hasn't laid a hand on me so far today, and I'm sure that a more than
adequate "warmup" will be on the agenda later in the day. Damn, these guys
are hot. Nice, too. At least in this social setting.  Little would I have
imagined what would happen after the brunch. Everyone comes back to Bobby's
place so I figure I'm spared for a while longer.  Nonetheless, as soon as I
walk into the house Bobby orders me to strip. I'm surprised he said so, but
then again I know that each of these studs is going to have his chance at
me. But Bobby has a bit more than that planned for this part of the day.
As soon as I'm naked, the dynamic immediately changes. Now I'm truly a pup,
and a toy for them to play with. The three guys that have never seen me
naked before check me out with hands and fingers and I get a few slaps
along the way. It's clear now that `pup' is no longer a regular member of
the group. Meanwhile, since Hank is the only one who had me so far, the
other four draw straws to see who will get a crack at me today. Turns out
it's going to be Tyler. I realize now that Bobby has already assumed I
would not object to serving any one of them.  It's no longer an issue, I
guess. And that's just fine. Suddenly, things get surprisingly nasty. Bobby
goes inside and comes back with another leather strap. Time for a warmup, I
guess.

"As a way of officially welcoming you into the tribe, pup, I've decided
that I'm going to thrash you with everyone looking on. Your first public
whipping. Just a warmup, actually." But wait! Before he told me that no one
would ever see him beat me. I guess he changed his mind.  I have noticed,
however, that each time he wants to beat me the method and level of pain
increase. I'm almost crying already simply from the humiliation of being
the only naked boy in the room and that they're all going to watch Bobby
thrash me. He pulls over an ottoman and has me lie across it. Stan holds my
hands and Red sits on the floor with one foot in his hand while Eddie take
the other. I'm held down pretty tightly. Bobby tells the others that "pup
is beginning to understand the nature of our relationship; in fact, just as
I suspected, this is going to be good for the faggot." He starts in slowly
just like before, but things quickly escalate and my ass is still sore from
the spanking he gave me yesterday, so these lashes really hurt a lot.
Before long I'm fighting against those who are holding me down and not only
crying out but actually crying out loud. Bobby stops beating me sooner than
I expected. At least I can be grateful for that. The guys holding down let
go and leave me lying there in my shame and my tears. They all take seats
and simply sit there and watch me cry like a baby and try to pull myself
together. Bobby goes inside again and I tremble to think what's next. He
comes out with a black slave collar. He kneels down and tells me to raise
my head so he can wrap it around me. He fastens it and it's pretty
tight. "Tyler likes a boy collared. It helps with the power differential,"
he explains to me. Of course, without him saying anything I'm most
definitely feeling like a miserable slave. Thrashed in public for others'
amusement, then collared, and when I stand Tyler comes and puts his hand
around the back of my neck and leads me into the room I guess we're going
to use. I notice that lube and a condom are already there along with a wet
cloth for cleansing afterwards. Before we enter the room, Tyler changes his
mind and pulls me into the bathroom. "Get down on the floor with your ass
raised. I want to clean you out before I fuck you, boy." And damn, this is
so much more humiliating than when I do it alone, but Tyler knows what he's
doing and isn't the least bit shy about shoving the enema tube up my ass
and filling me up. Three times. The first time he sits me on the throne he
whips out his cock which is hard already and shoved it into my mouth at the
same time that I'm expelling what he had pumped up my insides. It feels
literally as if he's "fucking the shit out of me." I note that his cock is
similar in size to Bobby's, so I know I can do a good job pleasing him once
all this stuff is over with.

Finally cleansed and ready to be fucked, I'm led back into the bedroom. As
we leave the bathroom for the bedroom I overhear the guys talking with
Eddie asking when I'm going to be trained to crawl like a proper sub. I
don't hear Bobby's answer because I'm soon shoved from the doorway onto the
bed. Tyler shuts the door, kicks off his shoes and takes off his pants and
underpants. "All fours," he commands. Once I'm in position, he stands at
the side of the bed and, smacking my sore ass a few times, gets me where he
wants me. He puts his hand on the back of my head and arranges me so he can
shove his whole cock into my mouth. Once he's satisfied with the position,
he says calmly, "Okay, boy, this is how we're going to proceed. I want you
to do all the work. Basically, use your mouth and your tongue to jerk me
off. Long slow strokes and maintain the same rhythm until I grab the back
of your head and finish myself off. I want to see my cum in your mouth
before you swallow so just open your mouth and show it to me. I'll tell you
when you can swallow. I think it would be nice if you could learn to
distinguish each of us by our taste. Then we can blindfold you and feed you
cum and you can guess whose it is. That would be a fun game if Bobby will
let us play with you that way. Tyler talks on all the time I'm working his
cock with my mouth. "That's it, faggot. Bobby's done a good job. You're
well on your way to becoming an excellent cocksucker, and I've always been
aware that faggots like you suck better after a good thrashing." And with
that, he grabs my head and fucks my mouth furiously until he shoots several
times and I almost forget not to swallow. I pull back and hold my mouth
open for him to see. "Very good, boy. You can swallow now." It takes two
gulps for me to get it all down. Meanwhile, he tosses himself on the bed on
his back. "Okay now, boy. lick me clean. Get my balls too because they got
kind of sweaty from all that work." Amazing how much presence he has,
speaking to me quietly and calmly, yet I know I'm being totally worked over
and humiliated until I feel like I belong underneath his feet. It's only
later that I realize he cleaned me out to fuck me but didn't fuck me after
all. I wonder why? Oh well, I'll probably never get to know.

"Not bad, kid. I assume you're not being used as a urinal?"

"No, Sir."

"I don't rightfully know how Bobby deals with that issue. You can stay here
for a bit. I'm going to take a piss. Then I'll come fetch you and bring you
back to the others. A nice naked pup with a load of cum in his tummy." He
comes back to get me and once again with his hand on the back of my neck,
he brings me inside. "Bobby, you're to be commended," he says. "The boy is
already becoming a good cocksucker. I'm looking forward to enjoying its
progress under your guidance. I'll be leaving now. Give me a call if you
need any advice about its future education."

Wait a minute. Wait one fucking minute! I'm simply not ready to have this
guy controlling my entire life. Especially not when it comes to school.
This crosses over a line as far as I'm concerned. Nevertheless, I decide
not to get bent out of shape about it now. There will be time. I'll be back
in the dorm tonight and maybe I'll be able to think more clearly when I'm
not so drunk on Bobby's alpha energy.

I remain subdued for the rest of the day. Bobby takes off the cage. What a
relief! "If I ever see you touching that cock you'll be sorry. I don't give
a shit what you do when you're alone, at least for now. But damn, it's hot
seeing you caged up like this. I'm already thinking to get you something
you can wear permanently." I'm dying to stroke my cock after having the
cage removed, but I don't dare touch myself. At least not when Bobby's
around. That cock is "his," so to speak.

After I clean up from lunch I start on homework and Bobby does so as well,
so the last few hours of the day are quiet and cerebral. Finally, once he's
had enough he closes his book and piles them up on the end of the table. I
put my stuff together as well and put it all back in my backpack. Bobby
decides we'll stop for pizza for supper. He tells me to take my backpack
with me when we leave the house. No explanation offered. We each eat a
couple slices just standing at the counter, not talking, and it feels
comfortable. And appropriate, I guess. After we leave there, I realize he's
driving me to my Dad's. So that's why he wanted me to take my books. Shit.
What the fuck is going on?

When we get back to my Dad's, Dad isn't home yet, so he comes in with me,
has me strip, and smacks me around for a while then turns around and leaves
and drives away after telling me that he'd give me a call the next time he
wants me. I'm not sure if that's meant to humiliate me or was simply to
honor the fact that I'm lost in my head and he doesn't want to interfere.
All I know is that I'm alone here, nude, shaved, marked up, and having
trouble understanding what just happened. When was it decided that I wasn't
going to be living with him all the time, that he'd have me over when he
wants me and the rest of the time didn't matter to him? Damn. I was
thinking of us as a couple. Where did I get that idea? I'm just some twink
he likes to bully and use sexually every once in a while.  Wow. I have to
admit that after he left I just threw myself on the bed and cried. I didn't
even bother turning off the light. I fell asleep and woke up some time in
the middle of the night and dragged myself across the room to turn out the
light and then I fell upon the other bed because it was closer. Only a
sheet. No blanket. Me naked with an ache in my gut. And my ass still throbs
from that public thrashing.

I slept too late and had to rush like crazy. NO time to say hi to Dad who
had gotten in very late, I guess. I managed to get through classes
reasonably able to follow along and take notes, but I decided to skip my
last class—history—right now I didn't want to be in the same room as
him, and I deliberately left my phone at home so I couldn't have to answer
any texts or emails or get any more abuse. Suddenly I realized that I was
angry. Damn angry. I believed him when he told me he was training me for
something, but if he was just giving me a quick tutorial on being his bdsm
whore when it suited him? No. I don't want to become that type of person,
as much as the whole scene turns me on. I had to find out more about who I
am. It doesn't necessarily even have to have anything to do with sex. I'm
gay. Fine. So what? Who else am I? And do you know what else I did? I went
to the registrar's office and dropped the history course. Good timing. It
was the last day of add-drop. I replaced it with another English course.
Several of Pat Conroy's books were on the reading list, so I know it will
be a good course. And now I could relate to The Prince of Tides. I've been
sexually abused as well. By a master manipulator.

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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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