Date: Tue, 16 Apr 2024 14:21:21 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jonah Takes Charge 9

IX.

One might think that Timmy would be startled waking up in such a strange
place and at first not realizing where he was, but that didn't happen. It
was as if Timmy was lost in a dream long before he fell asleep that was
still continuing. He could feel Jonah's body next to him. He could also
feel the slowly receding pain from the whippings he had received. And then
he could feel the way that damn cage restricted his dick from rising. And
he sighed.

Then his fingers trailed their way from Jonah's chest all the way down,
running themselves through his pubic bush (where Timmy was shaved bare) and
along the way felt Jonah's erection and began toying with it very gently
and all over and of course Jonah was awake now and loving every second of
what was happening until all of a sudden he took Timmy by the wrist and
stopped him. He was close to an orgasm and he wanted to save it because he
was taking the slaveboy's virginity this morning after getting it ready.

Timmy slowly opens his eyes and finds himself staring into Jonah's
wide-open eyes. Jonah says to him gently, "Let my eyes fuck your eyes,
boy," and Timmy sighs. And they are linked. The alarm on Jonah's phone goes
off. It's 10 am. They had almost seven hours of sleep. He decides to check
on Timmy. "Were you able to sleep through the night, baby?"

Baby? ???? ????????? No one has ever called Timmy that in his life, except
when he was a toddler perhaps. Not in a sweet homosexual way,
anyway. Between being called `boy' all the time and now that, he finds
himself regressing, not sure how far, but he loves thinking of Jonah as so
far over him. He would have been ready for it before he graduated high
school but that would have been illegal. The truth was, though, that he
would have given it up to more than one of the boys in his class and a
couple younger than him as well.

Timmy was a dirty boy from the time he first saw a fellow camper's hardon
back when he was only 11. If was funny. Only in summer camp. Never during
the school year. And once the camp years were over, there was nothing
except in his own fantasies. It was too risky to let anyone know. the only
out kid in his high school was regularly teased and bullied. He remembers
how much his mother used to complain about that "queer" hanging around in
his crowd of friends. They didn't care.

Besides, looking back now he thinks that most of his friends back during
those early pubescent years had turned out just like him. Well maybe not
wanting to become someone's slave, but certainly wanted to become some
guy's someone.

He starts to moan. Jonah has reached down with his free hand and was
squeezing his buttock and it gets lit on fire again from the lashes he got
last night with Jonah's strap. And damn, that sure does make him feel like
some naughty teenager. Well maybe 18 or 19, just to be legal. Yeah, a fresh
college freshman getting broken in by a graduate student who met in the
library one night early in the semester and started hanging out with. That
strap hurts! But the reality of it all, just to jump back into the present.

The fact that there is another guy in his life who can take a strap to him,
that is delicious. To be subject to someone he has the hots for. Right here
right now with him 21 and Jonah what, 25 maybe? And Jonah made him bend
over last night and beat him with his strap because . . . . damn, he
doesn't even remember why . . . . . oh yeah, he didn't suck his feet
enthusiastically enough. Jonah said he was going to learn how to do it so
he might as well start getting turned on by it, whoever that's supposed to
happen.

But the idea of it does turn him on. Turn the hell out of him. And the
knowledge that it's going to keep happening from now on is part of that and
it's a bit scary. Just three lashes and he's still so sore. But then Jonah
squeezes a little harder and Timmy remembers that he never answered Jonah's
question. "Slept well all night, Master. Never woke up until now. OW!"
Jonah chuckles.

"My strap got your attention, boy. I'll have to keep that in mind. So
anyway, your first job of the day will be to go make a pot of coffee. If
you have to pee, do it first. There's a little room off the kitchen with a
bathroom. Don' t forget you have to sit. And rinse the cage the way I did
last night. There's liquid soap in the bathroom." As Timmy walks away he
wonders if Jonah's had to rinse out cock cages other times as well?  Jonah
walks in while the coffee is being brewed, in a black terrycloth robe. Hot
as fuck.

Timmy realizes he likes being naked when Jonah isn't. He remembers when a
man in the club tried to convince him to strip naked there and walk around,
but he refused to do it. Not like that in front of other horny men who were
all dressed, at least from the waist down. But if he were there with Jonah
. . . . well actually he'd have no choice. I figures that Jonah will keep
him naked most of the time. He's so much less than Jonah. He gets that. And
it gets him, turns him on to be the sub, the slave. What's the difference
between the two, he wonders? Not sure. He wants to be the slave. Needs to
be a slave. Was born to be a slave. That's what Jonah keeps telling him.

Jonah pushes down on Timmy's shoulder. "Get down there and do what you're
here to do, faggot," Jonah says and Timmy slides down until the tip is in
his mouth, and falls to his kneew. "Stay like that, with tongue," Jonah
coaches. "Get it in the slit too." he adds. And Jonah stays in control very
step of the way until at last he pushes the slave's head
away. "Enough. Saving my load for later. I'm gonna breed you , boy."

When Timmy gets up off his knees he pours a cup of coffee and gives it to
Jonah. He had already taken the cream out of the fridge so Jonah has what
he needs. Once Jonah is set, Timmy fixes his own. They stand their facing
one another, sipping their coffee. Jonah reaches out and takes one of
Timmy's nipples in his finger and starts toying with it. Timmy breathes
more heavily and tries to back off a little. "Whenever a Master reaches for
those nipples, slave, you're to push it into his fingers. Those nipples are
there for Master's to play with as much as they want. Your nipples should
be sore almost all the time, boy," and Timmy struggles a bit before he says
"Yes, Master," nipples are for Masters." "All Masters, boy. Any one who
ever reaches for them. Understand?" "Yes, Master," and the slave surrenders
another part of itself to the Master. Jonah decides not to get too severe
right now so he switches his hand to the other nipple and the slave does
push a bit. "That's a good boy. Give the Masters the nipples."

At one point Timmy gets so turned on that he leans forward and kisses the
Master's hand while it's torturing the nipples. Jonah also changed the way
the boy thinks and speaks. They are `the nipples,' not `my nipples'. If
Timmy weren't so smart he wouldn't grasp just how demeaning that is, just
how far down Jonah intends to take this boy he called `baby' not too long
ago. It's all so confusing. "Just stop overthinking and do what you're
told," he says to himself. AS if that were possible.

Jonah fixes a second cup of coffee. Then he goes and sits on one of the
kitchen chairs facing away from the table. He opens his robe and spreads
his legs. "Get down here," he orders Timmy, "and do some work on my
balls. Lick and suck. Roll them around in your mouth one at a time. Try to
take the entire sac in your faggot mouth if you can. You only get one cup
of coffee." And so another restriction is imposed and Timmy knows this one
really hurts. So what?

They shower together. Jonah actually washes the slave himself with a loofah
and some awesome smelling soap, and he gets in everywhere and then uses a
rough wash cloth to scrub its hole. Then he orders Timmy to do the same to
him except for the part about the asshole. Jonah gets out of the shower
first after turning off the water. He dries himself and then gives the damp
towel to the slave to take care of itself. Meanwhile he opens a closet door
and takes out equipment for an enema.

Timmy hasn't had anything this since he was about five. Just like then, he
kneels on the ground and puts his head down and ass up. "spread those
cheeks, faggot. Make it easier for me," says the Master sounding a bit
annoyed at the slave's stupidity. He inserts the spigot and fills the boy's
insides with warm water mixed with a bit of olive oil. Timmy doesn't know
about the oil until much later and figures it just helps make him slick
inside. The whole process happens at least twice every time. When it's
finished and the slave has cleaned the outside of its hole, Jonah tells
Timmy to get into the same position on the bed.

He takes a lubed finger and touches it to the slave's hole, hearing Timmy
gasp. "Yes, boy, I know. So strange being violated this way, but that's
what happens to slaves when they're taken. Now push back on my finger. Open
your hole for my finger." Once Timmy starts, Jonah pushes himself until
finally the entire finger is embedded in his ass. "This is the same way
you'll take my cock the first time." He removes the finger and then begins
again, this time with two. Timmy grunts a few times. "I know. Never said it
would be easy for you to give yourself to me this way, slave. But it's what
I want so give it to me." Jonah scissors the fingers and with the other
hand he slaps Timmy's ass again and it makes Timmy yelp and surrendered
until the entire two fingers are inside him.  Next comes a butt plug. Then
poppers followed by a bigger plug. And that's enough.

"Okay, baby. Your Master's gonna fuck you. Gonna take your cherry. Gonna
own your ass." He places his hard cock at the entrance and orders the boy
to back itself onto it the same way as with the fingers. Only this time he
waits for the slave to open itself up as much as it can on its own. Jonah
pulls out.

"Okay, faggot. One your back." Jonah raises the boy's legs, pushes them
back and orders him to hold them in that position. Once again he
finger-fucks the slave briefly then lubes up his dick, enters the slave
slowly, then begins fucking the boy and Timmy cries out several times, as
was expected. "That's right, faggot. Your Master is raping your hole,
making it nice and open for him whenever he wants in there. You can do
better, slaveboy. Open more for me. Let me deep inside you. That's why I
took you from that pissy corner you were kneeling in. I took you for myself
so I could fuck you like this all the time I want, whenever I want. Turn
the pissy-boy into a pussy! With his words and his cock working together,
Jonah takes total possession of this boy, making him his, and Timmy begins
crying, not from the pain because it's already starting to feel good, but
rather from knowing that Jonah will fuck him again and again like this.

But not so. After a good while, Jonah says, "Now for my favorite way to
fuck you. Turn over on your stomach." Jonah takes a pillow and puts it
under the boy's caged groin then gets on top, sticks himself into the slave
again and lies on top of him. He kisses the back of the boy's neck and
surrounds its neck with his hands. "This is the way I like the best," he
says to the slave. "it's more personal. It's about me fucking you because
you want me to. Get that, slave. It's also about the sore ass you'll often
have continues to extend the way the slave was recently punished." Timmy
comprehends and backs himself up into Jonah's groin already feeling that
desire.

And that's the way Jonah fucks his slave until the time comes when instead
of fucking it, he's making love to it. To Timmy. To his submissive
lover. That will come eventually. But not too soon. There's still so much
to teach this slaveboy.

Finally, Jonah reaches his peak and rams himself into his slave again as he
spills out his load and it takes a good while for it all the last since
there is so much. "I have conquered you, Timmy. All of you. I fucking own
you, boy. And you will always be a slave." When Timmy hears that he gets a
little sad because Jonah said he'll always be `A slave' not `MY slave.'

 Will Jonah be only the first of many? He decides not to think about that
ever again. Right now he belongs to Jonah totally. Stay in the now. So much
better. Don't let your fucked up brain spoil it. When you were young your
fun always got spoiled. Not any more. You chosen to have this kind of
`fun,' even though most people would never be able to understand how it
could be fun. But you know. And so will any man who ends up becoming your
Master. Besides, anyone who ever becomes my Master will be extremely good
at it and I'd most likely be crazy for him. That's all that matters. "It's
all I have for now," Timmy tells himself, "appreciate it like its forever."

END OF CHAPTER NINE

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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