Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2024 16:43:15 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jonah Takes Charge 15

XV.

After Jonah sees William to the door He returns to the living room and sits
on the couch. Timmy is still bowed to the ground, no longer sobbing. "Kneel
up, baby," says Jonah in a gentle voice, the one what always gets to the
boy. Timmy manages to get back up on his knees. His face is a mess from all
the crying and sobbing, his eyes are red, there are tears still glistening
on his face. Jonah resists the temptation to get something to clean the
boy's face with. He takes His phone and snaps a couple pictures of the boy
in this condition.

"I don't think I'd show these pics to your siblings, boy, although I might
post them to My private homepage," He says, "the ones that I only allow
Doms to see, the type of friends who would see your face as something
beautiful and not just as some kind of traumatized twink."

Timmy doesn't say anything. He's obviously exhausted, among other things.

But is he traumatized? That's a question that Jonah is asking Himself as He
watches the boy kneel before Him. "I feel I need to ask you some important
questions right now, just so I can get an better idea of what makes you
tick, of what you truly need, of how you're reacting to William's visit
tonight. And so I want to ask you: Are you sure you want to continue,
especially in light of what happened tonight? Is there anything you wish to
tell Me or discuss with Me? Where do you feel your limits are at this
point?"

Timmy says nothing in response, not yet. He gets up on all fours and crawls
to Jonah, then lowers his face to the floor and begins to kiss Jonah's feet
and embrace Him around His ankles. Then the slave rests its face on Jonah's
feet but says nothing.

"As pleased as I am that you've discovered how much it turns you on to kiss
and suck My feet, I'm not exactly sure how to interpret your actions right
now, whether on the one hand I should dry your tears, clean your face and
hold you in My arms, or on the other hand, should I take My strap to you
because you've failed to answer any of My questions. Maybe a good thrashing
will help loosen your tongue."

As turned on as Timmy is by the way Jonah is speaking, the slave still says
nothing, silenced by everything William told it and the inner turmoil he
caused. It's been several days since it was last punished. It decides to
answer its Master by its actions rather than by its words. It backs off
from Jonah and crawls away, heading down the stairs to the dungeon.

Jonah has never before witnessed a slave begging for the lash, but this is
how He interprets the boy's actions. Time for comfort and affection will
have to wait. The slave has more pressing needs right now. Jonah doesn't
fully understand why, but one thing He does understand is that this boy is
the most desperately masochistic submissive He has ever encountered. What a
tremendous responsibility it is to be the Master of this precious slave,
but it seems that the slave is showing Him what it will take to care for it
with the proper mixture of severity and sweetness.

Jonah follows the boy to the staircase and then makes it stop. He will not
allow Timmy to try to crawl down the stairs. "Come around and hop on my
back, boy," He says. "I forbid you to ever try to crawl up or down the
stairs." Timmy obeys and buries his face in the back of Jonah's neck,
clinging to Him with all his strength, demonstrating how much he needs
Jonah to take care of him with pain as well as with affection.

Jonah walks over to the spanking bench and leans over so the slave can
crawl from His back to the bench. He binds the slave's hands and feet and
goes to pick up His strap. "I asked you three questions, boy. You'll
receive two lashes for each question you failed to answer. That makes six."
He gags the slave with a ball gag. The ball is made of rubber so the slave
won't hurt its teeth by biting down on it. Safety is always the Master's
concern even when preparing to give a painful whipping.

"There will be a long pause after each lash, slave, so you can fully feel
this as six individual punishments. And then you will indeed answer your
Master's questions. If this doesn't loosen your tongue than I'll have
Master Zeke come over and I'm sure he'll get you to talk. I don't care how
upset you are or how confused by everything that's happened. I cannot
continue to train you if you refuse to communicate with Me.

There is nothing you can tell Me that would deserve punishment. You're
being punished because you've decided to hold yourself back from Me. This
is even worse than running away."

And with that he lashes the strap into the slave's ass and stands back to
watch its reaction. The boy cries out from behind its gag.

Jonah removes the gag. "I will stop this if you tell Me you are ready to
talk to Me," he says. No response. "You are the most important person in My
life," He tells the weeping boy. "The fact that you are holding yourself
back from Me hurts Me more than this strap is hurting you, baby."

Timmy almost breaks his silence when he hears his Master call him "baby."
Never in his life has Timmy ever experienced affection from his own father,
but now his Master offers it to him and he simply doesn't know how to
respond to it. The second lash is wielded and Timmy cries out all the more
from the pain. "If I tell Him," Timmy thinks to himself, "He'll punish me
with far more than six lashes. But He says I'm hurting HIM by my
silence. Oh, I'm so damn confused," and again He sobs.

"There is nothing you could possibly tell Me that would make Me angry
enough to beat you senseless. I'm not that kind of Master, baby. If you
need more of this, I'll just send you to Zeke. In fact, I'll just give you
to him and wash My hands of you. Come on, baby. I can't be your Master if
you don't find it within yourself to trust Me enough to tell Me anything
that is ever on your mind, no matter what."

He raises His arm to deliver the third lash and Timmy gives up. "I hate
him!!!!!!!!!!" He cries out. "That's what's on my mind. I hate, hate, hate
him! I hate that he saw me drink Your piss. I hate the he gets to see Your
face the way You look at me sometimes. I hate to give him the satisfaction
of knowing that I've become Your slave. I hate that he sees me naked this
way and kissing Your feet and all of it! I hate that he sees the marks of
Your whip on my body and thinks He can take credit for it. I hate the smug
look on his face when he clicked the clamps and heard me cry out. I cry out
for You, Master, not for him. I'm Your slave, not his. I'm wearing Your
collar and I'm locked into Your cage, not his, even if he was the one to
put them on me."

Jonah kneels on the floor so that His face is close to Timmy's. "It's okay,
baby, It's okay. You can hate him. You can't stop feeling the way you
do. Baby, you could have safe worded and I would have sent him away. You
poor silly boy, don't you realize you could have stopped all of it just by
being honest with Me? I would never have let him see what he saw tonight if
you'd let Me know it was too much for you to bear.

Oh, my goodness, Timmy, what do I have to do to make you understand that I
don't want anything to happen that crosses a line with you? Please trust Me
on this."

Jonah jumps up and releases the slave from the table and cradles it in His
arms. "You're My slave. You've My baby. You're My boy, no one
else's. Timmy, we're only just beginning. We have so much to work out. But
we have to do it together. I can't do it alone. I need to know your
mind. Can you understand what I'm saying? Why did you hesitate to call for
Me to see things differently when it comes to William? Why do you hate him
so? I assure you, boy, that I have no intention of trying to get you to
change your mind.

I believe what you said and I accept what you said. All I want, Timmy, is
to understand as much about this as I can. Why did you hesitate to safe
word him right out of this house if you felt that way? You had that power,
boy. I gave it to you. Remember what I've said a number of times this week:
Safe, Sane, Consensual. Timmy, unless you raise an objection to anything, I
assume that what is happening is consensual, but obviously it wasn't. I'm
so sorry, sweetheart. I didn't know. I had no idea you felt that way. And
the only I could know was if you safe worded so we could discuss it."

Timmy knows exactly where it came from, his constant fear about refusing
his Master anything. It had nothing to do with their relationship or what
they were doing. The fear to refuse was formed in him from his early
childhood. He never dared refuse his father, no matter what it was the man
ever asked for—or rather, demanded. Timmy's father didn't suggest, or
ask, or hint at what he wanted. He was blunt, direct, and always a
heartless dictator. Timmy shrank before his gaze and immediately let go of
any self-will. This was a frightening experience, one his older brothers
had done their best to shield him from his father's iron will.

But once Mike went off to pursue his own dreams, Timmy was alone with
Father and Mother and over the course of only a few months had lost all
ability to think for himself.

This was why the boy had been so susceptible to William's not-so-subtle
suggestions. That is why all William had to do was suggest that the boy
piss his pants and it began to happen. Timmy knew what William did not
know: William had had no real power over his mind; Timmy had only been away
from his father for several days and the effects of his father's domination
was what caused Timmy to yield to William.

How could he possibly manage to explain this to his Master now? Would Jonah
understand? Jonah had seemed so impressed with William from the moment they
met. He had formed His own ideas about William's ability to bend weaker
minds, but Timmy know Jonah was mistaken. Could a slave dare suggest such a
thing to a Master? Timmy knew so little of all this.

Jonah hefted the trembling slaveboy into His arms and brought it back
upstairs, depositing it in a warm shower. Jonah removed His own clothes and
stepped into the shower with the boy and gently washed him from head to
foot. He could tell how tense the boy was and hoped that the warn water and
His gentle ministrations would help the boy release some of the tension it
had been carrying since William arrived. At least the boy did manage to
speak; now at least Jonah had a sense of how much antipathy the boy had for
the self-assured William.

After the shower and after being tenderly dried in a soft fluffy towel that
usual only the Master uses, Jonah decided the best way to try to understand
what was on the boy's mind would be not to have him kneeling before Him as
His slave, but rather resting in Jonah's arms almost as a lover. Jonah made
sure to keep at least one hand on the boy's body at all times. He spoke
softly.

"I am so proud of you, Timmy. You've been so brave to tell Me how you felt
about William. You pleased your Master by telling Me that you hate him, by
telling me. Timmy, this is totally safe space. There is no need for you to
worry about displeasing Me by anything you have to say. I want to
understand, Timmy. If I do not understand, I cannot make decisions about
how you are to serve Me as My slave. I'm not the type of Master who wants
to break your will. I am not the type of Master who would enjoy putting you
into intolerable situations. I had no idea the situation was so intolerable
for you until finally you spoke up. I hate to say it, but it's true: My
strap did indeed loosen your tongue.

Now please, slaveboy, please help your Master understand your hatred for
the man so I can make the right decisions about how to care for you. Listen
to those words, boy: I said how to care for you not how to make your life
miserable."

Jonah kisses Timmy and is greatly relieved when Timmy starts to suck His
saliva from His mouth—a true sign that the boy is comfortable now.

He stops the kiss. "Tell your Master, Timmy: Why do you hate him so?

Timmy looks into Jonah's eyes and sees that Jonah really does care for him,
more than anyone ever has before.

He decides he can risk speaking the truth. "I hate William because William
is a phony. He is impressed with himself. He really thinks that he was the
one who managed to fuck with my head and get me to do what I did. He is
impressed with what he thinks is the power he had over me. None of that is
true, Master."

"Then what is true about this, boy?" Jonah plays with the boy's hair and
kisses his cheek. "What did you know that William did not know?"

"it was my father, Sir. My father is the one who broke my will since my
brother Mike moved out of the house. My father didn't care about me at
all. He told my brothers that I was their responsibility, that they were
the ones who had to raise me. And they did. And they are all wonderful, but
strict. But I was always safe and cared for and protected. But one by one
they left because they found life under my father so intolerable. The last
one to leave was Mike and he told me he was so sorry to have to leave me
there but he had no choice."

"How long ago did Mike leave home?"

"Nine months ago. So once he left, my father took over with me and his
iron-clad rule broke me. I had no mind left. It was all his mind. There was
no way I could think for myself. And that's also why Roger got so much out
of me that last year of school, especially the last semester. I told You,
Master, that Roger made me do things that I really didn't want to do. I
couldn't resist. I couldn't object. My father had programmed me to obey
without thinking."

"Is that still the case, boy? Have you been so submissive to Me because you
had no choice but to obey?"

"No Master, not at all. My father's influence had been wearing off since I
moved here, bit by bit. But William reminds me so much of my father that I
surrendered to him the same way I surrendered to my father, without
thinking, without daring to say `no' to anything. But then after it
happened, and after I was down on the filthy floor of that bar wiping up my
piss with my own t-shirt, something broke in me finally. I looked at what I
had done, how I had submitted to William's suggestions, not because of
William but because of the power my father still had over me, I knew it was
time for it all to stop, for once and for all."

"And by that time, William had left you defenseless there."

"yes, Master, and the bouncer forced me into the corner and as I was there,
miserable and smelling, I took my own will back again."

"So what happened when Zeke and I began toying with you?"

"When that happened, Master, I chose on my own to submit. You two are
different from my father and from William. You two were being very careful
with me, I realized it—I'm not stupid, Master—I appreciated the
careful way you two were handling me, and for the first time ever, I could
choose to be the submissive I know I am, not because of my father, not
because of Roger, and definitely not because of William, but because
something inside me looked mostly at You, Master, and told me that You are
safe and that I could let go for You."

"For You, Master, not for William. William is congratulating himself for
having power over me, but it's not true, Master. It's all a
misunderstanding. And when we were in the Emporium, You protected me, and
You were right there when William got the collar and the cage on me. Sure,
he was the one doing it, but he was doing it because that's what You
wanted—You wanted Your slave to be collared and caged. William was just
the expert helping You collar and cage Your slave."

"So let me ask you just one question, Timmy: Are you freely My sub? Is it
what you choose because you have the ability to think for yourself now? Or
is it still a vestige of your father's control over you?"

"No, Master, it is all You. You making me Your own. The best way for Your
boy to be happy, Master. I swear it!"

"I believe you, Timmy. Don't worry. I've got a lot of thinking to do about
this, for sure. But I just want you to know what I never ever expect you to
submit to what isn't right. Except for punishment, of course, because
punishment is something I have complete control over. But notice, boy, that
even tonight when I decided to punish you, I gave you a way out. And you
took it."

With that, Timmy comes out with the biggest yawn a boy his size could
possibly ever pull off. "So tired, Master."

"I know boy. We've talked enough tonight. Time to sleep. Do you think
you'll be able to?"

"Oh Yes, Master. Yes, please, in Your arms like all the other nights so
far?"

"Yes, baby boy. Yes. Enough now. Sleep for your Master. Sleep, my good,
good slaveboy. Sleep in your Master's arms. Your Master who will always
keep you safe."


END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN

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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 Subjugation 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 3/31/2024

Have a nice day!
Rob