Date: Tue, 2 Apr 2024 15:37:56 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jonah Takes Charge 1

Jonah Takes Charge

Please note the following:

--All characters in this story are over 18 years old

--The words "boy" "fag" and "faggot" always apply to submissives and
slaves, never to Doms or Masters.

--There are no STD's or HIV in this fictional world.

--Except for grass and poppers, any substances given to subs are herbal,
non-narcotic and non-addictive.

I.

Tim was wandering down the street in the gay section of the city one day
feeling lost and lonely. Back home Roger, the life-long buddy he had loved
and serviced so faithfully had told him the day they graduated that he
would no longer have anything more to do with him, that he planned to marry
a girl he had met at the beginning of their senior year. He felt like a
fool, especially considering how for the past two years he had allowed
himself to be used by this friend time and time again, sucking Roger's
gorgeous cock, licking his balls, and doing even more as his buddy had
become more and more demanding.

It had become so demeaning the past few months. Whenever they managed to be
alone together he'd been put to work serving his friend's body with his
hands and tongue and mouth. Lately Roger even insisted that he swallow his
cum but then as soon as it was all over, he'd put his dick away and insist
he wanted to be alone. Tim definitely felt used, but he also was smart
enough to realize that the past several months he'd been using Roger as
much as Roger had been using him.

That was the only thing they ever did together. At most they'd spend ten,
maybe twenty minutes together. Tim would do whatever he was told to do and
then as soon as he gulped down his friend's load of semen their time
together quickly came to an end. Once he took out his own dick and started
stroking it while sucking his friend's cock but Roger told him he was being
selfish and made him put it away, that only one cock mattered in their
relationship, that Tim should take care of himself after they parted
company.

What was all the more distressing is that Tim knew deep down inside that he
was turned by being treated this way even though he'd been aware for months
that their friendship had virtually come to an end. One night Roger
actually told him that although he enjoyed the blowjobs as much as ever, he
realized he was not a faggot like Tim and that the only reason he allowed
Tim to suck his cock and do everything else was out of respect for the fact
that they'd been friends all these years.

The night of their graduation Roger told him that he would "let him suck
his cock one last time, just for old time's sake." Tim had tears in his
eyes that night as he swallowed Roger's ample load of cum for the very last
time. If it wasn't for the fact that he had already made plans for his
future, he would have been devastated.

It hurt that Roger no longer seemed to enjoy his company their last
semester of school, but at the same time he never refused being used by him
because, if the truth be told, he had begun to realize that was the way he
wanted things to be. It was turning him on to do what Roger wanted him to
do without expecting anything in return for himself.

On more than one occasion, after Roger was done with him, Tim would go to
the men's room in the basement of the college library and sit in a stall,
usually ending up sucking cocks which were shoved through a large hole in
the wall of the stall, always remaining there after the deed until the
other guy left, taking care of himself alone, and he'd begun to realize
that he liked it this way.

He wasn't stupid. He realized what he was. He realized that many gay guys
were submissive and that there were plenty of other men who liked to take
full advantage of their need to be used by dominant men. He'd found plenty
of videos and stories on the Internet that were about people like him. He'd
done his research.  He knew where he would be heading as soon as he
graduated. He'd been saving money for a long time so he could afford to
relocate to a place where such things were readily available.

He told his family that he had found a job in the city he was heading for
even though this wasn't the case. He had enough money to be on his own for
a while without having to find a job. He knew there were plenty of
opportunities where he was moving and that was obviously not his main
concern. He wanted to find someone to serve more than he wanted to find
employment.

He deposited his savings along with money he'd been given for graduation in
a branch of a bank based in the city and shortly after graduation said
goodbye to his family, packed some clothing and a few belongings and headed
to a relatively inexpensive room he had booked in what he hoped would be
his new home. His first few nights in town found him at a notorious bdsm
club he'd been reading about.

It didn't take long for him to find exactly what he was looking
for—someone slightly older than he was who would take full advantage of
his submissive nature. He did find, much to his frustration, that most of
the young Doms active in the club were not interested in continuing to
spend time with the boys who served them once the act was completed. It
seemed like everyone was like Roger and after several exciting but then
disappointing evenings there, the novelty wore off and he ended up becoming
dejected and the more guys he serviced the lonelier he became.

And so that brings us back to where we began this story, him wandering
around the ghetto craving some kinky action, thinking that he might have a
better chance of meeting someone to spend time with before getting sexually
involved again.  An old woman was sitting on the stone steps of the church
watching him walk by. "Child," she said to him, "you look like you lost
your only friend." How true, how true. "Don't worry, baby, soon you'll be
doin' just fine. Everything's gonna work out." He went and sat beside her
listening to the music coming from the church. It sounded beautiful. "You
see, sweet boy, not all churches are out to hurt boys like you. Some really
care about you." He just closed my eyes and wished he could find a Master
like that who would use his sometimes but also care about my heart. Was
that too much to hope for?

"Go on, now, child, go get to where you were going. You'll do just fine,
just fine. I can tell." And with that she got herself up off the step with
her cane, and made her way in the other direction.

He decided to stop in one of the bars he's read about, down at the end of
the street by the docks. It's doors were open and a leather flag was
hanging on a pole. He felt like a twink tourist, with a white sweatshirt
with the word Register on it—no meaning—and crappy jeans and
sandals. Shit, sandals don't belong in this bar, he thought, so he took
them off and put them in his backpack.

He entered the bar, barefoot, looking shy, but still determined to look
around. He asked for a beer. As the bartender haded one to him he reached
for his wallet but the bartender stopped him and smiled.  "The man at the
end of the bar bought this for you. Said you looked like a thirsty waif."

"A waif? What's that?" he asked.

"Like a twink, but more pathetic."

Was he being scorned me? He didn't know what to say. and just stared at his
beer bottle. The bartender touched his hand. "It's okay, honey. I think he
said that because you look like you've been put down low. He didn't mean to
be offensive."

Tim nodded his head. "You're right, Sir. I was. Broken and disappointed by
someone." Shit! he didn't know why he said that. He shouldn't be blurting
out his whole fucking story to the first guy who said anything nice to him
in days. "I can see that," said the bartender. Go be a good boy and thank
the guy who bought your drink. He's not mean, I promise you. You'll be
okay, kid."

"Okay, Sir. thank you." So he made his way to the end of the bar. It wasn't
easy because the place was getting really crowded and some of the older Dom
type guys are checking him out. He felt one hand smack the back of his ass
and oh shit, he wanted more. Needed some one to spank the gloom out of him
and maybe be a little nice to him afterwards. So finally he got to where
the guy was sitting and right away he realized that the guy was hot, maybe
a grad student or even someone who naturally liked to take charge. Very
self-assured, confident, Alpha-like.

As Tim got to the guy, he turns around in his seat to face him, opening his
legs. Tim stood back a bit, afraid to move lest he seem too forward.

 "It's okay, pup. Come closer. Tell me what's on your mind."

"Just wanted to thank You, Sir, for treating me." He holds up his beer to
show him.

"You look like you need someone to treat you a bit, pup," he says, and of
course Tim reacts to being called "pup" –it's making him jiggle inside.

"It's okay, boy. Come closer. I won't bite—not too much, anyway."  He
chuckles and winks at the boy. "Finish up that beer and I'll get you
another."

"What fucking great luck," Tim thinks to himself, surprised at his
reaction. "he's treating me like a shy little puppy that's been mistreated
and I'm going crazy over it. He takes a step closer between the guy's legs
and the guy smiles and gestures for him to come closer. Tim does, but is
afraid to look up at him.

"I'm a bit confused," the guy says. "What's going on in you, pup? Do you
need to be cuddled? or maybe thrashed till you're sobbing and then cuddled
after."

Then he looks up, right into the guy's eyes. They're big and brown and
hypnotic. Tim feels like he can crawl inside them. He mumbles the word
"both" quietly, not sure if it's okay to be so needy. The guy takes his
hand and lifts the boy's chin. "Say it so I can hear it, pup."  "Both,
Sir?" And I drop my eyes again.

"I suspect you used to be punished if you didn't keep your eyes lowered
. . . " he says, raising Timmy's chin again. Not that Sir, but I did get
hurt by someone. Don't wanna talk about it, though."

"Happens to all of us kid, but then we have to pick ourselves up and move
on. That's why you're here, right?"

 Again Tim nods his head but this time he didn't lower his eyes.

"And barefoot, I see. It really completes the picture, boy. You need some
direction."

Tim gets a little nervous, but the guy runs his hand down the side of
Timmy's arm to calm him down.

"Right now the only direction I can give you is for you to relax, boy."

"Nobody ever called me that, Sir."

"No? So what did they call you? Whisper them to me, pup." And he bent his
ear down to my mouth.

I whispered, "just faggot, Sir.

"No one's ever called you cocksucker? Or isn't that your thing?"

"it is, Sir." Now Tim lowers his eyes again. This is what some Doms taught
him to do at the club the previous week. "

"I see," he said. Nothing else. Then, "Finish up that beer for me like a
good boy and I'll get you another."

And so I lifted it and drank it up, trying to understand why I felt so
funny hearing him say "like a good boy" He's looking at me very
attentively. It's making me uncomfortable.

"So are you a good cocksucker, boy?"

"No one has complained so far, Sir, but I only gave blowjobs to one guy in
college and then a few more when I came here last week." He decide he
wasn't going to say anything to anyone about blowing guys through the glory
hole back on campus. Damn, it was just last week he learned what that hole
was called.

"I see. Well, practice makes perfect," the guy says with another wink. Tim
has already decided he'd love to give this inquisitive man a blow job so he
smiles and agrees with him."

"What is the biggest cock you've swallowed, boy, or don't you try to take
them all the way down your throat yet?"

Now Tim is really embarrassed and it shows. His face turns bright red.  "Oh
dear, I see that I've made you blush. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so
blunt with you," he says, taking Timmy's empty bottle from him and giving
him a new one.

"I'm sorry, Sir, I haven't been around much. The guy I gave the blow jobs
to in college was my best friend. He never made me take him all the way
down. Besides, he wasn't really all that big."

"Did he blow you in return? Was he good at it?"

"No he didn't, Sir. Never. It was always just me sucking his cock. Once I
took my own out to stroke it while I was sucking him but he got mad and
made me put it away again. Told me I was being selfish."

"Selfish? You? Sounds to me like he was the selfish one. Just interested in
him getting off, never getting you off? Damn. That's the way subs are
treated, but regular guys always take care of each other."

"There was nothing regular about him, Sir."

"Still friends?"

"No, Sir. The day we graduated he called me a faggot and told me he was
planning to marry a girl, that he wasn't like me."

"that's quite a sad story. I'm sorry all the happened to you, boy. What's
your name, by the way. Mine is William. I prefer William, nothing else."
"My name is Tim, Sir."

William notes that Tim continues to call him Sir. All the makings of a real
sub. He decides to push the envelope a bit.

"Drink your beer, Timmy. I want to buy you another." He deliberately used
the diminutive form of the boy's name.

"That will make me have to piss, Sir. . . um. .William, Sir."

"Tim it seems that you are more comfortable addressing me as Sir rather
than by my name. That's fine with me, boy."

Tim makes note that William is still calling him "boy" at times. He likes
the way it makes him feel. Definitely inferior. This conversation is really
enjoyable. His mood is lifting and he doesn't think it's just the
beer. Nonetheless, an attentive reader might note that Tim is quite willing
to give personal details about his limited sexual experience.

"What was his name, this former friend who used you that way?"

"Roger, Sir. But it wasn't all his fault. After all, I kept giving him what
he wanted event though I had to go take care of myself afterwards."

"So no one has ever sucked your cock, Timmy?"

"Not yet, Sir. But that's okay with me."

"You prefer being the one with a cock in your mouth, Timmy? It's okay to be
that way. A lot of fellows are, especially young guys like you. We're all
wired differently. Some just want to get it. Some just want to give it. And
most of us like it both ways."

"Yes, Sir, that's true about me. So I actually ended up figuring out that I
had been using him as much as he had been using me. I had strong feeling
for him and his cock was perfect. I really wanted to suck it most of the
time. I didn't like everything else he made me do, but, I'm sorry, Sir. I
don't want to go into that."

"That's perfectly fine, Timmy. I understand. Nonetheless, I don't know if
you ever think this way, but we often talk about someone being either
dominant or submissive. I think I know which of those terms would apply to
you, as long as it doesn't seem inappropriate or undesirable."

"Submissive, Sir? I've heard about it. Yes, I guess I am, but only to a
certain extent. Like I say, I'm new at all this."

"Am I wrong in thinking that your college friend got you to do things that
you didn't enjoy doing and yet you submitted to him?"

Tim blushes again and takes another drink of what is now his third
beer. "Yes, Sir, you could say that."

"is that what happened, Timmy? Did you do things that you really didn't
want to do? You don't have to tell me what they are. I'm just trying to
make a point about what it means to be submissive."

"I'm a little confused, Sir, about what you're saying. But yes, I did
things I didn't want to do. He was very persuasive and I had a huge crush
on him. He could have gotten me to do anything for him, I think."

"I see. Thank you for your honesty, Timmy. But I have an important point to
make about being submissive if you think you're willing to hear what I have
to say."

"I'm willing, Sir. What is it you wish to tell me? I'm open to learning as
much as I can about being gay and all this other stuff as well."

"Excellent. I simply want to say that a submissive never has to do what he
doesn't want to do. Usually that is all settled beforehand. But a true Dom
would always respect a submissive's limits."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, Timmy. Your friend was not a true Dom. He was just a horny
selfish guy who took advantage of you because he probably realized how you
felt about him so he knew he could make you do what he wanted."

"A horny selfish guy. Wow. That just about sums it up, Sir, but I didn't
see things that way when he wanted something. Besides he had a lot more
money than me and he just about always paid for everything when we'd go out
together. . . . " Tim gets pensive. . . . "Oh shit!"

"What is it, Timmy? What's wrong?"

"I just realized that all last year we never went anywhere together. He'd
come to my room or I'd go to his, whichever was available. He'd take out
his cock and I would blow him. He even got me to swallow. And then other
things, but once he shot his load, that was the end of things. He'd put
himself away and leave my room or tell me to leave his."

"That's what they call `wham, bam, thank you, Ma'am!"

Tim cracks up. "That just about describes what was going all senior year. I
was such a fucking fool."

"Don't put yourself down, Timmy. You weren't a fool. You were naïve. You
had a thing for your friend and he took advantage of you. And, like you
admitted, you enjoyed sucking his cock even if you didn't enjoy other
things he mad you do. However, from this point on, I want to make sure you
understand that you never, never, ever had to anything that you don't want
to do. Will you promise me that, boy?"

"Yes, Sir, I promise. And thank you for helping me feel better about what
happened."

"You're welcome. So let's test this out. I'm going to ask you to do
something for me. If you don't want to do it, just let me know that."

Uh-oh.

END OF CHAPTER ONE

Please write me and let me know what you think of my new story. I'll send a
pic of the characters if you do.  subkodak25@gmail.com

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Finally, here's the list of my former stories and when the ends of the
stories were posted. Always best to read them in order.

1. The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
These four are connected:
2. Sweet Sujugation 1/15/2023
3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023
5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023

Stand-alone stories:
6. Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
7. Training Toby 12/31/2023
8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024
9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2924

Have a nice day!
Rob