Date: Sat, 23 Mar 2024 13:40:19 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 11

ELEVEN

After he caned me, Luke left me there alone in pain until I started to calm
down. There I was, a slaveboy all alone in the world. Everything had been
taken away. I had no rights. I had nowhere to run to and no one would
believe me if I told them I was being enslaved by a guy less than half my
age! My "inner slave" trembled in masochistic ecstasy.

"Let the pain remind you how well you're gonna serve me," he said when he
took me inside to his room and lay down on the bed. "Now, faggot, start at
the bottom on my toes and feet. Make every inch of them feel your
tongue. Make believe my feet are the best tasting things you've every
eaten. Use saliva, slaveboy. The whole deal. You know, faggot." and I
should probably thank him because that's the hottest thing I've heard in a
while. He really knows how to break in a slaveboy, that's for sure. And I
get lost. There is nothing in my world but his feet and the shapes of each
toe and what it feels like to lick everywhere and the scent of the soap he
used in the shower is really helping my enthusiasm. "That's right,
slaveboy. You just crossed over. Now you know that I'm giving you a nice
treat. My body to eat. Every fucking inch of it for you to enjoy,
slaveboy. You'll be the happiest faggot pig of all, slaveboy. And Leo told
me you'll drink me down when I tell you to, like a thirsty urinal. That's
how fucking low you are, slaveboy. You get off on all this."

He has me make a quick light trip up his legs then get lost feasting on his
inner thighs. they're hairless there, so white and smooth, and I can hear
how his breathing responds to what I'm doing to him. Lick and suck and
munch and I'd really like to nibble on him here. He decides I've had enough
of that. He grabs my head and forces it right between his legs on the flesh
and taint under his balls. "Clean it out good in there, faggot. Maybe get a
reminder of what my piss tastes like. Lick in there good, slaveboy. Don't
wimp out now. He scrapes my bald head and I go wild and get in there in a
frenzy and yes, I fucking enjoy this, every second, every inch of it.

"Hold it there a sec," he says. "Don't move." He moves his feet up and
bunches up and throws his legs up over his head as much as he can, exposing
his crack and his hole. "In there, faggot. Eat your supper like a good
slaveboy. All over then around my hole. Drool over me then use it to clean
me up with."

I am getting really tired and the backs of my legs are throbbing something
awful and there are tears in my eyes and they're sweaty when I lick up what
falls off my face onto his skin. Then I'm at his hole. Thank God he's just
showered because I would be taking my life into my hands if I refused to
eat him out the way I know he expects. I get myself loose and go to town on
him, and right, the smell of the shampoo is even there. IN fact, I bet he
deliberately put it up his hole too. Shit, this is one sweet Master, no
matter how hard he hits me.

That night Luke took me to a club with a really rough reputation. He bound
me to something and went off socializing with his friends. Some motorcycle
riders, Hell's Angels types, had their fun with me. They spit on me and
slapped me around. Three guys made me suck their dicks for a while. Then a
guy who looked like a marine came over to me, took out his large cock (six
inches flaccid), pried my jaw open then slapped me as he forced it into my
mouth.

He looked down at me and threw me a harsh sneer, saying, "If you ain't
already a urinal, faggot, you're gonna get broken in right now. If you
spill any of my piss I'll beat you black and blue and toss you in a ditch
somewhere on a country road. I've been drinking a lot of beer, so my piss
is probably watery. Lucky for you, faggot," because you're gonna drink
every fucking drop of it. Sure enough, I could feel the strength of his
shooting piss and struggled to swallow it without reminding myself that
it's his piss. It really didn't taste too bad. I looked up at him saw him
staring down at me. His eyes were intense, so sure, I drank his piss not
because he was forcing me to but because I would honestly do anything he
told me to do.

I'm going to stop there tell you a little bit more about what happened
senior year high school, not really all that long ago.

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back then. . .

The Prom was drawing near and it was really uncomfortable. I just didn't
like girls back then, not at all, and several of them had crushes on me and
would act coy around me and I thought I gag. The DDD's announced that none
of us would be going to the prom, and female hearts all over campus were
breaking. I was really surprised because I really thought that they were
mostly straight despite what they were making me do for them. But Fred told
me that they decided to do that because they could tell how uptight I was
getting about the fucking Prom. So in a big way they were protecting
me. Damn! That's how they took care of me.

But I'll tell you what: I had plenty of opportunity to show them how
grateful I was for the way they took care of me. I had my own special ways
of taking care of them in return. The night of the prom we planned to meet
at Clarence's place because his father was on a business trip and left him
alone—after all he was 17 --I got there long before the others because
Clarence wanted me to suck him off before we were all together, and then he
cuddled me until they showed up. He told me I would suck him off a second
time after I serviced the other guys.

He also had this really hot movie about three guys who were kidnapped and
then sold for ransom—he had them display themselves naked, even---and
how things went for them. We were all horny as hell halfway through it and
I got down on the floor and crawled over to Fred so it would look like I
chose to suck him off first. Of course, Fred knew just how to get me
feeling romantic before Mick got his rocks off in my mouth. At least this
time he waited until he was finished before he pulled out of my mouth.

And then it was Clarence again. God bless Clarence! He decided to put on a
real show, talking rough to me and ordering me around. He made me clean his
armpits then suck his feet. The other guys were aghast, at least Mick
was. He smacked me around and paid a lot of attention (too much attention)
to my nipples and told the other guys about how much it made faggots do
anything he wanted. Then he started slapping my face and spitting on it
over and over and when I opened my mouth to cry out he rammed himself into
my mouth and fucked my face while calling me faggot and cocksucker and
slave and I think I could have fallen in love with him if he had ended up
hanging around after graduation. But then after he shot his load in my
mouth he started telling the others that I was going to become some man's
slave probably before I got out of college and that they should let others
know that they could make me do anything they wanted.

Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! Only two weeks to go before we get out of
this hellhole, and he starts to out me to the entire school not only as a
faggot but also as a bdsm slave. Fortunately it was more than most of the
guys could handle back then at their age so most of them didn't want to
deal with anything like that. Don't forget that some of them were probably
already aware that they were gay and I was giving them a very bad picture
of it. Sorry, guys! Punish me if you see fit.

Actually, that was my biggest fantasy that a couple of my classmates would
make me strip naked and then start beating me with their belts. I had to
give a couple of blowjobs and one guy kept spitting on the back of my head
while I was sucking him off so I was wet all over by the time he shot his
load and then walked away. I would never look closely at either one of them
so I wouldn't know who they were. Pretty nice cocks, though. Real regular,
if you know what I mean.

One night three guys from the illegal high school undercover frat took me
to a house buried deep in the woods.  We walked in and it was just one room
with all sorts of things around, beds, and junk and I even saw a set of
handcuffs on a table and I started getting scared. "Not sure I can do this,
guys," I said. "Be cool, man, be cool. Just hang out a while," one of the
said.

They had pot with them and passed around a couple joints and one of them
kept making me take really big drags on it. They started stripping naked
and I didn't. "It's okay dude. We like hanging this way. Nothing to be shy
about." And they started coaxing me bit by bit and eventually all I had on
was my boxers and my socks and I was hard as a rock and it was making my
boxers stick out. They pointed and laughed at me. Then they coaxed me to
play with each of them and get them hard.

Then once they knew I was really high on the pot and on their cocks, one of
the took a strap and hit me square across the ass. Then the game was on and
they all started in on me. I really got hurt a few times, but they'd never
really ever done anything like that before and they got too uncomfortable
and decided to stop.

One of them wanted a blow job, so I sucked his cock while the two other
guys jerked theirs. Both of them ended up cumming on me and they were
cheering me on as their favorite cocksucker, they said. One the guy I was
sucking off shot his load on my face cause I told him I wouldn't swallow.

Word got around school about what had happened and how all three of them
came on my naked body after beating me with a couple straps, but most of
the people didn't care because they were too worried about passing
finals. (No problem at all for me.) After we graduated a quite a few of the
guys from the class would come by and invite me to "go for walks with
them," and usually they took me somewhere so I could service them. A couple
of them got off on whipping my ass before I sucked them. I'll tell you
what: when they did that it would get them so horny that they'd cum real
quick once they got their dicks in my mouth!

So like is said, some of them started getting off on whipping my ass and
one guy wouldn't stop until I was crying like the crybaby I was—that's
what he called me. That was a wild summer and I was more convinced than
ever that I was going to become a slave, if there was such a thing. But
don't forget there was very little pornography about any of that stuff.

College started, I went locally and lived with my old man who wasn't
abusive but also wasn't nice. One night my sophomore year, though, after
supper, he said he wanted to talk to me and we sat at the kitchen table
across from one another. Both of us sat there with our hands folded on the
table. We had had talks like this a lot when I was growing up. I hated them
but he never really did much to punish me, even though by the time I was in
high school I kept hoping he would.

Anyway that night as we sat face to face he looked real intense. I want to
know something from you, Robbie, he said (don't forget that was my legal
name—check back to chapter one if you forgot), I want to ask you a
question and I want a direct and honest one word answer, no more than
that." He took a breath and I was feeling scared. His eyes got even more
intense. He said four words which upended my life: "Are you a fag?" I said
yes. "Are you a cocksucker for guys around town?" "Yes" "You like doing
it?" I started to say `most of the time but he cut me short. "One word
answers, faggot. Remember." First time my Dad ever called me `faggot.'

And then he went silent and we kept sitting there and I was starting to
sweat and my gut was tighter than it had ever been. Finally he spoke again,

"Actually I had heard about your, um. . . ways to make dudes feel good, and
I've heard what they say about you. And I've been thinking about what I'd
do when it came time for you to face me about it. So I came up with options
for you. Three, actually.

"Option Number one: You take whatever you can carry and get your faggot ass
out of my house and never come back.

"Option Number two: You live here and continue in college, but I'll be
selling you to men who like faggots sucking them off. If I get any
complaints about your service, I'll allow the guy who complained to tie you
naked to our stockade fence and whip the shit out of you while the animals
and workers look at you being punished for not being a good enough
cocksucker."

"And Option Number three: My cousin Ethan owns a cattle ranch out west and
I'll send you to him. He says he knows how to take care of faggots like you
and his cowboys could make good use of you. It will cut down on them going
into town and getting in all sorts of trouble when they get drunk. They'll
break you in good. He says he'll enjoy watching them having at your body
with a rawhide."

"So those are the choices, faggot. And that's what I'll be calling you from
now on: faggot. I want your answer in ten minutes." And with that he got up
from the table and went outside to smoke a cigarette. @@@

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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

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Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
Training Toby 12/31/2023
Breaking Me In 03/10/2024