Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 16:34:00 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jonah Takes Charge 7

VII.

After they've eaten, Jonah brings the slave into his bedroom and has it
kneel before him with his hands behind his back.

"So tell me, boy, and do not lie to me: Did you touch your dick when you
were in the shower?"

"Yes, Master. I'm sorry. I forgot a couple times. It was hard to wash
without touching it."

"But I told you that I would wash it myself. How many times did you touch
it, boy?"

Timmy thinks for a bit. "Two or three times, Master?"

"What was it, boy, twice or three times?"

"Um, three times, Master."

"Well that has to be punished, boy, since I told you not to touch it. Do
you understand that you deserve to be punished for touching that dick that
BELONGS TO ME, NOT TO YOU, FAGGOT?"

Timmy looks distressed. "Yes, Master, I deserve to be punished for touching
what doesn't belong to me."

"Correct. Three times you touched. Three times you'll get hit."

Jonah opens the top drawer of his dresser and takes out a leather paddle
about 18 inches long.

"kneel up straight, faggot."

Timmy obeys.

"Lean your crotch forward so that dick is sticking out." Again Timmy
obeys. Jonah raises the paddle and strikes the boy's dick hard with the
paddle. He bends over in pain.

"Again, faggot. Up straight. Push out that dick.  " Timmy already has tears
in his eyes. Jonah waits until he gets back into position. He strikes it
again.

"Ow!" the slave cries out, bending down to the ground in pain.

"I know this hurts a lot, boy. It has to so you'll remember never to touch
it again. Get up again."

Timmy does but protectively tries to back off to hide his dick.

"Stick that fucking cock out, boy, and take your punishment or I'll have to
hit you four times!"

With tears flowing down his face, the boy timidly leans his crotch
forward. Jonah feigns hitting him and immediately the boy backs off crying.

"Stick it out, faggot," Jonah says. Once the boy is back in position, the
paddle comes crashing down again and the boy leans forward and falls to the
floor crying.

"What do you have to say for yourself, boy?" Jonah asks, sounding a bit
more tender.

"I'm sorry, Master. I'll never touch it again."

"I know you won't. I'm going to make sure. Stand up all the way now. Don't
worry, I'm not going to hit you again. I usually wouldn't hit a beginner
slave as hard as I just hit you, but this is an important lesson you have
to learn. Two lessons, in fact: One, never disobey your Master, and two,
never touch that dick."

Once the boy is standing up, Jonah takes him in his arms and lets him cry
out the pain. Jonah strokes the back of its head and helps the slave calm
down. "Stay where you are, baby," he says and goes back to the drawer and
takes something else out. Then he goes into the bathroom and runs the water
for a while. He comes back with a wet washcloth in his hand.  He goes back
and sits on the side of the bed. "Come closer to me, boy." As soon as Timmy
does, Jonah takes the wash cloth and gently cleans the boy's dick, which
still hurts so much that it doesn't get hard, which is exactly what Jonah
was hoping. He takes what turns out to be a cock cage and gently fits it
over the boy's sore member, then locks it with the key he has on a black
string and juggles it.

Timmy looks down at his crotch and sighs heavily.

"That sigh tells me that you just got turned on having yourself locked in
chastity. That's good. The cage protects you from slipping again and
getting punished more." He then takes the key on the string and hangs it
from a hook in the closet. "Come over here and take a look, slave. I want
you to know where it is in case of some emergency when you need to get the
cage off and I'm not around. Never ever unlock yourself unless it's an
actual emergency when someone, such as a doctor, is going to need access to
that dick. Understand, boy?"

"Yyyes, Mmaster," the boy stutters a little, still a bit awestruck about
what just happened to him.

"It will be very uncomfortable the first couple of days, but after that it
will begin to feel totally natural. This way you can't get hard again and
you never have to worry about not touching yourself there. Of course, it
also means that you can never get to cum most of the time. Slaves like you
shouldn't be all that interested in cumming. The only cock that matters in
this relationship is the Master's. Understand that, boy?"

"yes, Master. I understand."

"Okay, and now it's time to start teaching you how to speak to me. First
thing: Never use the word "I" when referring to yourself. Say things like
`this slave' or `your slave' or `this boy' or `your boy', things like
that. Understand, boy?"

"Yes, Master . . . um... `your slave' understands."  I know you'll slip up
at times. It's only to be expected. You won't be punished for slipping up,
at least not in the beginning, but always correct yourself when you've said
the forbidden word. The same thing goes for `me' and `my' and `mine.' I can
tell you're a smart boy. After all, you're a college graduate, so I know
you'll be able to figure out what to say in those cases. Isn't that true,
slaveboy?"

"Yes, Master, your boy understands."

Jonah smiles and taps the boy on the cheek. "Good boy."

"Go get the manacles from the bathroom and bring them here. You can remain
standing for now."

"yes, Master." Timmy goes into the bathroom and quickly returns, handing
the manacles and chain to his Master.

"Hold out your wrists," says Jonah, and then he fastens the manacles snugly
on the boy's wrists. These aren't leather but are made of a high quality
synthetic alloy that resembles leather but that does not irritate the skin
when worn for a long period of time. "You'll wear these almost all the
time. They won't irritate the skin. If you do feel anything, let me know."

"Yes, Master."

"Now kneel down and keep your eyes lowered." Once Timmy's in place, Jonah
tells him, "I told you that you'd be whipped when I got you here. I don't
know anything about your pain tolerance so I'll be using something that is
reasonably gentle. It's very important that you don't try to be brave but
hold nothing back. The only way I can tell how much this hurts you is if I
can hear your reactions, moaning, groaning, crying out, whatever. This is
not punishment, it's simply conditioning. A good whipping will help you
realize that you've crossed a line and have become a slave. Again, I repeat
myself: Don't be brave. I have to know what hurts and how much it hurts if
I'm to make any decisions about how to whip you. Do you understand me,
boy?"

"Yyyes, Master. . .. affffff raid, Master."

"I'm sure you are. That's fine. A newly enslaved boy should indeed be
afraid. It's all part of the scene. Usually a certain amount of
spanking/whipping can be a sexual turn-on if you're a true masochist. That
remains to be seen. I want this to hurt, but no too much. If you get off on
it, so much the better. Obviously your cock can't get hard any longer so I
can't go by that. But I'll be able to tell as long as your reactions are
honest. And if they're not, you're nothing but a fool. The type of fool who
manages to piss his pants in a public bar just because some creep convinced
him to do it. Get my meaning, boy?"

The humiliation hurts more than anything else. Yes, indeed, he was a
fool. But if he hadn't been, he would never have met Jonah and would never
have had a chance to experience the things he's experiencing now.  "Yes,
Master. Understand."

"Good. Then follow me, boy. We're going down to the basement. Be careful on
the stairs in your bare feet. They're carpeted because a lot of naked
slaves have gone downstairs to the dungeon, but still be careful since it's
your first time.

"yes, Master."

Jonah leads the boy down to the basement which is a fully equipped bdsm
dungeon that Jonah's quite proud of.  It's been the site of some good times
and some wild parties in the past and will continue to be so, especially
now that he's finally taken a slave of his own. If it works out. That
remains to be seen, but the fact that that slave took the punishment and
didn't run away is a good sign.

Timmy's jaw drops and his eyes pop wide open when he's led into Jonah's
dungeon for the very first time. There are a few tables and surfaces with
hooks for binding, there's a whipping post and a Saint Andrew's Cross, a
cage and various toys strewn about with whips, crops, floggers and paddles
hung on the black walls.

Timmy looks like he's about to have an anxiety attack seeing all this so
Jonah quickly wraps the boy in a tender hug and runs his hands up and down
the boy's back. "It will be okay, boy. I'm here with you. Haven't you ever
seen something like this in all the porn you were watching?"  "yes, Master,
but it's different being here in the middle of it and knowing that you'll
be using all this with me..um, with your slave, Master."

Jonah lets the slip go by. "Just remember that I'm going to train you step
by slow step. I have no intentions of brutalizing you. If I did that, you'd
quickly give up and run away. I don't want that. I want to keep you, boy. I
want you to want to stay as my slave. Think of it this way: I'm here to
help you become every bit the slave you're meant to be, whatever that
means. Step by step. You just have to realize that I'm in charge and that I
want you to settle into all this at a reasonable pace. You have to learn to
trust your Master not to destroy you."

"Yes, Master. Please help your boy become a good slave for you."

Jonah is delighted to hear that Timmy is asking for. "I intend to, sweet
boy, I intend to. Just the first step tonight. Your first whipping from
your Master. Remember what I told you upstairs. This is not punishment,
it's conditioning. It's meant to help you enter more fully into your new
way of life. It's part of what it means to be a slave. To be my slave.

"Don't be brave. Let me hear your pain. But also, don't pretend. If I
suspect you're pretending, it will go very rough for you."

"Promise, Master. Your slave won't pretend anything."

Jonah takes a small chain and hooks the slave's manacles together. He flips
a switch and the white lights give way to blue ones and a circling
globe. He takes the boy by the manacles and clips them to a chain hanging
from the ceiling. Slowly, he raises the chain until the slave's arms are
extended above its head just enough so the slave can still stand fully on
its feet. "That's high enough for now. Let me know if your hands begin to
tingle. If they do, I'll bind you another way. Just try to relax.

"Take in the fact that I have you suspended, that you are totally helpless
and that you are my slave about to get whipped for the very first time." He
takes a bottle of poppers out of his pocket and puts them at the slave's
nose. "Inhale through your nose." And so Timmy gets his very first hit of
poppers.

"OMG," he cries out.

"that's right. My slave is helpless, knowing I'm going to whip him. Ride
with the effect of the poppers."

Jonah waits to see what the boy's reaction will be. He gives it a second
hit. He's actually shocked when the boy cries out, "Master Jonah, please
whip your slave. Make it yours. Please, Master."

"that's a good boy. You're pleasing your Master very much. Now let's have
you taste one of my whips."

He selects a relatively light flogger and runs the ends of it down the
boy's back and then down his ass as well. Depending on how the boy reacts,
he may whip its ass in addition to its back. That remains to be seen.

"We'll begin slow and easy, boy. I'm gonna whip this faggot so it knows
what it's meant to be."

He starts in, slowly, on the boy's upper back, then works his way down,
careful to avoid the kidneys. Gradually the lashes get more severe until
the slave begins to groan. "Yesssss," it cries.

"See? It can be pleasurable for my slave to get whipped. But not always,"
he says as he increases the severity of the flogging and the boy begins to
cry out lightly. He decides to cover the boy's ass as well, and that gets a
stronger reaction from the slave. "I own your entire body, slaveboy. I can
whip you anywhere I want."

He picks up the pace bit by bit, actually surprised at how well the boy is
handling it all. A few light outcries but then it settles down as Jonah
varies the severity.

He puts down that flogger and chooses one a bit more intense, and now he
gets some good cries out of the boy and he starts to writhe around as if
trying to avoid the lashes. This whip gets the slave crying out a lot more
and Jonah starts hitting the boy's back harder and more rapidly. One really
hard lash gets Timmy screaming out, then lighter ones as he settles down
again. Every time the Master increases the intensity the boy cries out more
and Jonah knows he's on the verge of getting carried away, so he stops for
a bit, puts down the whip and runs both hands down the boy's back.

"OMG," cries out the boy. "Own this slave, Master, this is so awesome,
feels so awesome. hurts and feels good at the same time. Jonah realizes
that this little slut is a natural masochist, promising some wonderful
sessions. Next he takes one of his favorite straps, not too thick and very
smooth and decides to use this for what will most likely be the finale.

He doesn't hold back but lashes the slave good and hard with the strap and
now it screams out with each blow but also cries yes, yes, yes. Several
really hard lashes to the boy's ass and the tears are flowing now and Jonah
decides to stop just as the boy begins to break down crying.

"I own you, Timmy," he says and the boy cries out, "Yes, Master." Jonah
switches again to the light flogger he began with and completes the
whipping with this one gradually getting more and more gentle, bringing the
boy down, and the sounds he makes while he's gently sobbing are
exquisite. He works the slave's flesh again with his hands and they boy
cries out "thank you, thank you, thank you, Master, for whipping your
slave."

Jonah steps back and gives the slave time to absorb the pain while sobbing
gently. "You gave me enormous pleasure, slave, with the sweet music you
make for your Master." He walks around to the front of the boy's body and
runs his fingers through the boy's tears. Then he holds the back of the
boy's head and kisses him with sweet loving kisses, and salivates, waiting
to see what Timmy does. Sure enough, the slave starts to suck the juices
from its Master's mouth.

"You're such a good boy, Timmy. I'm so happy that I found you. I'm so happy
that I own you, that you're mine. I'm so happy to be the first to do these
things to you."

Slowly Timmy calms down. "Usually I would fuck a slave after whipping it
like this but since you're a virgin, I'll spare you that for now."  "No,
Master, no. Please, Master, please fuck your slave? Please bust its cherry,
Master. Please?"

If I fuck you now it will hurt terribly. I don't want your first time to be
that painful. "I don't care about the pain, Master. Please? Finish taking
your slave the way you want?"

"what a wonderful thing, hearing my slave begging to be fucked. I promise
you I will fuck you tomorrow morning after I have time to prepare your
ass. I'll take your virginity tomorrow, slave. I promise you. Now you can
show me your gratitude with your mouth on my cock for the first time."
Jonah strips out of his clothes, then lowers the chain, unclips the boy and
helps it fall to the ground. "good boy, good slave."

He goes to a low seat and spreads his legs wide. "Crawl over here, faggot
slave. Suck your Master's cock."

This is the first time Timmy's ever seen the Master's cock. Holy shit! It's
almost a replica of Roger's, just a little thicker. Eagerly he crawls to
Jonah and takes the crown of his cock in his mouth and uses his tongue to
give the Master as much pleasure as he can possibly give.

"I'm not going to coach you how to suck my cock right now, boy. You show me
what you've learned from others. Make love to your Master's cock. Coax out
the first load of his cum you'll ever get to swallow."

Jonah give the boy a hit of poppers again and Timmy goes to town.

"That's right, faggot. Show me how hungry you are for cock."

And Timmy does just that, not neglecting to take some time giving pleasure
to Jonah's balls as well. Nice firm big balls.

"That's it, cocksucker. That's my slut. You're gonna spend your whole
fucking life worshiping between my legs, faggot."

Timmy hopes this will be true as he shows Jonah how grateful he is that
Jonah took him from the corner of that bar and turned him into a slave who
is so close to falling totally in love with him that it's shameful, just
because he loves this cock so very much, and the fact that he's sore from
his first whipping makes him even more eager to show his Master all his
grateful devotion until at last, he drinks down the content of the Master's
balls knowing that the time will come when this drink will be followed with
the Master's piss. And it feels like this is just so very very right!. This
is what he is. This is where he belongs. If only Roger could see him now.

END OF CHAPTER SEVEN

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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