Date: Wed, 20 Mar 2024 09:10:35 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 8

EIGHT

The next couple of days at the office were tense for me, but Leo made sure
that I knew my place as far as he was concerned. He also assured me that he
would always look out for me, so gradually I became more and more
comfortable with the fact that the youngest member of my staff was a young
man I began to call "Master" when we were alone together.

Leo was really chummy a lot of times and I'm aware that others were
noticing it. I'm wondering if I should warn him, because he's going to be
labelled a "suck-up." One time he was standing there when I opened the door
to leave my office, just about to knock. We both chuckled.

I was starting to be a bit more relaxed around him as well, which really
surprised me. After all, he could easily blackmail me any time he
wanted. If it happens, so be it. I'm not going to force myself to agree to
things just because I'm afraid to that possibility. I'll take what comes
and handle it. Nonetheless, I decided to help the kid out a bit. I took a
deep breath and spoke up.

"May I make an observation about things that will help you?"

"Sure. I'd expect that from you. There's an awful lot you can teach me and
I'm like a sponge when it comes to soaking up good advice."

Well that puts me at ease. "I like that we can be chummy at times, but I'm
concerned because other people here are noticing it and probably wondering
what's going on. It probably looks like you're kissing my ass so you can
get favored treatment. My concern is that they'll start calling you a
"suck-up" or an "ass-kisser."

Leo laughs. What ?????  "That's hysterical, dude, because the truth is that
you'll be the one sucking and you'll be the one kissing ass later after I
come over to spank you." And with that, he walks away. So now I have no
idea what he's going to do with the advice I gave him. Damn it, I really
have to be careful about taking control from the bottom. Or else become the
world's greatest expert on how to do it.

He stays away from me for the rest of the day. I'm wondering if he might
rethink the way he's been acting. All I can do is just follow his
lead. Damn! He IS in control!

I get a text from him. All the staff can text me so that's no big
thing. But his text is very brief. "7pm" I put a check mark on it.

I decide I'd better have something light for supper. I stopped on my way
home in a deli and got a nice little chicken salad plate, then only ate
half of it. Maybe I'll want more to eat after Leo gets done with me.  And
so, that's how the day will come to an end.

When he arrives and starts checking out my nude body with his fingers, he
says "Thank you for the observation you made. I'll make some changes. Also,
I've decided that I won't use you at the office but will come over
later. So don't make any more plans after 6 pm during the week unless your
Master summons you. And by the way, I'll give you some advice too, or maybe
just a little warning: the Master knows everything that's going on with
you. He misses nothing. And that means, He approves of the way you're being
dealt with out here in the straight and vanilla world. If he didn't, it
wouldn't happen. Everyone knows you belong to Him, don't fool
yourself. That might also be why it looks like I'm moving in on you, now
that I found out you're a BDSM slave. I want in on you. Maybe I'll even
take you away from the one who owns you now."

I had to sit down. My legs got weak. Waves of weirdness were pouring over
me.

"Hey, what's wrong? Did I say something you didn't know?"

"There's a lot, Leo. Please, just give me a minute." Somehow I've been
claimed and taken possession of by the Master. Not only that, but everyone
knows about it. Now they're thinking that Leo wants the old slave for
himself. I'm gonna be nauseous.

Leo is in the kitchen. He comes out, bringing me a cup of tea. "Take this
and sip it," he tells me.

"Is there something in this?"

"Something to help you deal with things, maybe. Don't forget that I want
you to service me. I'm not going to try to knock you out, Denny. Damn,
bitch, you've got to learn to trust me. Do you have any idea what would
happen to me if I did anything at all to harm you? Other than what the
Master allows?

"NO, Sir, I guess not. It's just that I don't understand how I got "owned"
so suddenly. I haven't really offered myself to Him."

"It's not a question of you offering yourself. He took you captive. Shaved
you. Trained you some. Set you loose but still always under His
control. You're no longer a free man, Denny, and this is only the beginning
of the way He's going to take over your life. Just wait and see what will
happen."

I stuttered for words . . . . "Wh . . . . oh my fucking God!

"Hey don't freak out, Denny. Face it: you would eventually have surrendered
yourself to him. You'll never find anyone better, except maybe for me when
I finish learning how to subjugate you more fully."  Fuck. I can bet I know
who's training the Intern. He already shows some of the manner of the
Master. And that makes it hot for me. Serving a young twink Master?
Who. Not bad at all.

He looks through the catalog of videos the Master loaded to my system. He
choose one of the ones in the "spanking" section and starts it
running. Quickly catches my attention. And I don't know about you, but when
I watch any kind of BDSM video clip, it awakens my desires to have the same
thing done to me. I understand that because some readers write me to tell
me they would have a Master like the ones in my stories. So it goes both
ways.

It only takes about ten minutes. My cock is trying so hard to grow but it's
blocked by the cage. I have no idea what he put in that tea, but damn do
I'm hungering to be spanked by this hot young sweet boy playing a being a
Master. He can practice on me all he wants.

I try to move so I can be laying over his legs. "No you don't," says Leo as
he smacks my ass. "In the shower. That's how I like doing it to you. So get
in there and get things ready."

I go in and get things going. This time, I just get underneath the water
and start rinsing myself off. He comes in and pulls back the curtain. "Good
boy. Already ready for me. Shows my how much you need this." He sticks out
his arm and I bend myself over it. This time he starts massaging my ass,
and I hope he notices that it hasn't fully recovered from the last
time. "Man. You're still a little tender." I was about to admit it when He
cuts me off, "Shit! that means this is going to be really, really painful!"

Ulp. He doesn't start off too hard. Kinda feeling me out, finding out what
I can handle. At least I hope that's what He's doing. "You know," he says,
in between blows, "the Master thrashed me about twenty times this
year. Said it's the only way to learn. So, like I said, boy, trust me."

And he continues to spank and covers even more territory, especially when
he turned me around and starting in giving me the most brutal pink belly
ever given, and then he slammed his big hand down on my nipples a few times
as well.

And you know me: the tears and cries and begging was even more urgent than
the last time. This was the worst I'd ever gotten, or the best in some
ways, but damn it hurt. Real slave hurt, not the theatrical stuff most guys
play with. I concluded that I'm not really a sex slave; I'm just a slave
and that covers everything and anything the Masters decide and by
"Masters," I'm including Leo. How could I not after the way he just
thrashed me and reduced me to tears and begging?

Finally he stopped and got into the shower with me and ordered me to wash
him with soap and my hands. Meanwhile I get washed by whatever ended up
splashing down on me. But I was not given time to wash myself. Once Leo was
washed, the shower was over and I could content myself with scraps.  Sure
enough, he made me dry him everywhere then kneel on the rug, still wet and
soapy, and suck his cock while he played with my nipples.

The tears were already in my eyes, so when he suddenly pulled out and then
jammed his cock all the way in and made me gag on it. "That's right,
slave. Gag on cock like the faggot you are. That's why I keep thrashin'
you. You're just a cocksucking slaveboy."

Fuck. All the right words. But yet, underneath all of that I knew he was
really very fond of me and cared for me a lot. He beat me because he cared
about me. He made me weep because he knew it was good for me.

Meanwhile, tears and snot and bath water flowing all over me, and after Leo
cums he makes me get down to suck the water off his feet then lick his ass.

When he's had enough he turns around and slaps me a few times, then gets a
clean wash cloth and washes my face like I'm his little boy then dries it
and kisses me on the forehead paternally. "You were a very good boy
tonight," he says. "If I come tomorrow night I won't spank you." I could
weep more tears for joy, and of course I secretly hope he does come
over. I'm getting a little crazy about him, about licking and kissing his
entire body. It's like a drug for me. He's like Tom Holland. Every part of
him is perfect. And I must admit that in many ways he was beginning to
remind me of Clarence. Clarence whom I'll always love.

How the fuck does He do it? I get a text at 10:30, just as I'm about to go
to sleep. "I bet you're getting high on Leo's body. That's good. You can
keep playing with him, but starting tomorrow he's going to turn you into
his urinal. Both at home and at work. It's not just about your own
pleasure."

I have trouble getting to sleep. Partly too turned on by what Master wrote
me. Partly anxious about having to do that. I knew it was coming. I never
saw it coming with Leo. Can I psych myself to do it for Leo? Gee, I wonder
if Leo has ever had to drink piss. Maybe I'll ask him. Maybe not.  I did
ask him, at work when he stopped by my office for a real business
reason. "No," he said. "that kind of thing only happens to slaves like
you. No part of me is a piss-drinking slave.

Nowadays, most slaves have to serve their Masters as their urinals. I know
one guy who has his slave serve several guys at once, until he gets sick
from it. I'd never do that. But you're gonna learn, guy." (He decided he
would either call me "guy" or "boss"—"boss" is really ironic!)

He pretty much keeps his distance from me physically, but doesn't hesitate
to send texts to the private phone, so I guess the Master gave him the
number. "Sally looks like shit. Something's going on and she's not handling
it well."

"Have you tried talking with her? Take her for coffee if it helps."

"She doesn't like me. She's already decided I'm a suck-up. My bad. I think
you should talk to her."

"Do you think you could get her to come to see me?"

"I'll work on it. By the way, you're getting your first taste of me
tonight."

I don't reply to that. Some time goes by and I take a walk around. She's
struggling with something on her computer so I help her out with it. "Neve
be concerned to ask for help if you get stuck with something. That's what
I'm here for." She thanks me and there's a tear in her eye.  "Sally, what's
that about? Would you like to take a walk with me, maybe lean on me bit?"

And that started things off and I'm glad Leo brought it to my
attention. She really needed someone to confide in and I saw that as an
important part of my job. As the day went on, my anxiety increased about
what was going to happen tonight. I managed to close my office and get out
of there without Leo noticing me.

Not for long, though. I got a text from him just as I was starting my
car. "You will be punished for leaving the way you did. On the way home
stop at a Chinese restaurant and get some white rice. I'll feed it to you
when I get there. 6pm since you don't need to eat supper until I get
there. Soon you'll taste me, faggot."

I stop and get an entire meal. I didn't want to look foolish just asking
for a carton of rice. I get it home and leave it on the counter. I quickly
strip off my clothes and piss in the tub as I've been instructed to, asking
myself why the fuck I'm doing this when no one's looking at me, but do it
anyway, squatting over the drain in the tub, trying not to get any on my
feet. What a pathetic sight I would make if anyone saw me doing this.

He comes in and slaps me across the face, both sides, several times. "Don't
you ever leave without permission again. Don't you fucking get it? You're a
slave. Stop acting as if you're not. Stop making your own decisions about
things you know you need permission for. We'll make the decisions, the
Master and me. Now, where's the rice?"

I bring him into the kitchen. He opens my cabinets until he finds what he
needs. A large soup bowl. He dumps the rice into the bowl and lays the bowl
on the floor. "slave, KNEEL!" he commands. Master must have showed him the
commands. "This is just to remind you that as a slave you no longer can
have any sense of dignity. Bend yourself down to the bowl, faggot, and eat
your dinner."

OMG Fucking shit. And yet, I do it, seemingly powerless to refuse to do
anything he tells me to do. I go to scoop some of the rice from the bowl
into my mouth and he kicks me in the balls. "No hands, faggot. Eat like the
pup you are." Shit. This is turning me on like crazy. How crazy am I! I
decide to stop thinking about what I'm eating, and just eat it up as fast
as I can. "Slow down, slave. If you get sick before I give you any piss,
I'll take a strap to your back."

A good warning, I guess. Anyway, I concentrate on getting it all
down. While I'm doing that he strips his clothes off then comes back to see
how much progress I've made.

"That looks almost done. Good. Kneel up, faggot." I do so. He stands by the
bowl, there's only a couple mouthfuls of rice left. Oh no!!!!! He takes out
his cock and pisses on the rice. Not too much. Just a little. "Finish
that," he commands and I look up at him with tears in my eyes, hoping he'll
have pity.  `FINISH IT!!" He hollers, and roughly grabs my head and pushes
it all the way down until my face is in the bowl. "LICK IT ALL UP!" he
shouts and Goddam, I don't know how, but I manage to get it all up. Gross
beyond belief. "Lick the bowl clean, slave," he says in a quieter voice,
satisfied now that he just made me cross this horrendous line in the story
of my existence as a slave. Licking his piss from the bottom of my supper
bowl.

"I promised you a taste, so I figured this would be a good way to drive the
point home about what you are and what you are going to become. When I tell
your Master that you hesitated at first and almost begged me not to make
you do it, you'll probably be over there to be whipped. That's the only way
we can break you old man slavebois. You've so fucking stubborn, only the
whip can teach you the right way to think."

"Now why don't you kneel up l like a good slave and lick my ass. it will
help get the taste of the piss out of your mouth." Fine, but OMG there's a
smell. "Clean my fucking ass, slaveboy! I swear, one of these days I'm
gonna ask the Master if I could have a whip to use on you."

Sure. He was at work all day. No chance to shower, so no wonder he's ripe
back there. Yuck! I lick at it gingerly, and he chooses not to make a big
thing out of it, He knows how disgusting this is. He knows it could get me
sick. Can this night get any worse?

@@@ back then . . .

School vacation after 9th grade was wild because the four of us had a lot
of time to get together at Fred's house since both his parents worked
during the day. Mick had to go to summer school for algebra, so we didn't
get started until about 1:30 when he got out of class. I offered to help
him, and that became a regular part of our time together, and of course, I
was still naked and often had loads of cum rubbed into my face and even
some on my chest. No matter.

I was a good tutor and Mick started finally getting the idea, so I became
his hero in many ways. But also, although I didn't think of it this way
back then, I was becoming his personal slave. He invented reasons for me to
have to help him with his homework at night. His mother worked it out with
my mother that twice a week, on Monday and Thursday, I'd come over around
5:30, hang out with Mick, have dinner with them then help Mick with his
Math.

They ate dinner at 6:30, so Mick would make me kneel on the side of his bed
and hold his dick in my mouth, even if he wasn't hard or didn't feel like
jerking it.

This was the first time I ever realized how hot is was for me to hold a
guy's soft dick in my mouth and then feel it getting hard. Mick really
enjoyed doing that with me. There's only one thing I didn't like. He'd also
make me stroke myself and cum in my hand then lick it all off. I hated
doing that at first, but I knew there would be hell to pay if I didn't do
what he told me. He thought this was funny as hell. I said that he watched
me feeding myself an "appetizer" right before dinner, and he would smile at
me during dinner with me knowing he'd watched me eat my own cum. Like I
said, Mick finally started doing okay and when the summer school session
was over, he passed with a B.

All the DDD guys took me out to celebrate. We went to the amusement park
not too far from our town. Fred's big brother drove us there, three of us
squeezed in the back seat. They put me in the middle and I had to play with
Mick and Clarence's cocks through their jeans. When we got to the park we
went on almost all the rides together and I'd have to put my hand in the
crotch of whoever I was riding with.

They took turns riding with me. They kept saying to me, "See? You're the
most popular guy in the group. You do so much for all of us!" and I
absolutely knew they weren't being sarcastic. I'm telling you, these
mini-Doms had a lot on the ball, especially for 14-15 year olds.

So we had a great time at park and we ate too much of too much until we
were almost sick. The guys paid for everything. Well, actually, there's
something I forgot to tell you. They decided that I was no longer allowed
to have any money on me. When my Dad gave me an allowance, just few bucks
back them, I had to give it Fred. Anytime I wanted or needed anything, I
had to go to them to ask for it. And you know something? That was wild for
me!

It's how I began being turned into a submissive by friends wanting to
become Doms. They were ingenious, but they were also really good to me. I
was like their special pup. Funny, because that's what I started getting
called a lot, not only by them but by others as well. They loved hanging
out with larger groups of guys, so it became a game for them to find really
subtle ways to dominate me. I really think that's what got others thinking
about me the way they did. Maybe more about that next time.

little did I know that surrendering my allowance to them would just be a
precursor of what would happen once I would be enslaved by the Master many
years later.@@@

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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find
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The first five should be read in order:

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

These stories are stand-alone

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