Date: Thu, 21 Mar 2024 11:45:58 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: The Brothel Slave 9

NINE

Friday I'm summoned to the Master. Straight from work. I text Leo. "The
Master wants me to go directly to Him. May I leave now?"

Answer: "Ask me in person, faggot."

I close my office and have to look around to find him. When I finally do, I
ask permission to leave. He says, "Go ahead. I'll be there in a bit
myself. After the Master tends to you." Wow. What will that be like with
Leo there? He must have read my mind because before I got to take two steps
away, he pulled me back to say, "I'm basically there to observe and
learn. This is one of the ways he coaches me. By letting me watch Him train
slaves with His whip. It's the only way to teach proper spirituality to a
born slave."

I didn't know what to say, but I did the simple, "Thank you for telling me
that, Sir. It eases my anxiety."

"Why are you anxious?" Leo asks.

Why? "It's only the second time for me with the Master," I explain.

"Understandable, because you're still so deficient. If you were truly
willing to find you peace in surrendering to a Master, there would be no
anxiety at all. Only eager expectation and gratitude You're still so
self-obsessed, so selfish. You still have so far to go. Let go, slaveboy;
embrace the way He's training you to think and feel. Think of it that way,
Chief." He smiles and dismisses me. I bow my head and say "thank you, Sir."
And off I go.

As I'm walking to my car, I get a text. "A limo is picking you up. You are
forbidden to drive until given permission again." OMG. OMG. it's already
happening, deliberated restrictions to help me lose more sense of
control. I heard a car pull up. The limo. The chauffeur comes to open my
door and help me into the luxurious back seat. Before he closes the door
for me, he leans in and says, "Get naked," and closes the door.

My seat slides back quite a bit, just about to the tail of this big
limo. There are no windows here. Quickly, I pull and push off my clothes
because it's the way I must be for Him. My nakedness gives homage to the
Masters. Once I'm completely bare, I realize that my anxiety has just about
gone away; I'm beginning to understand what Leo was trying to tell me. A
voice comes through some speaker. "Open the little fridge. There's
something in there for you. Drink it down. All down."

Well then, that settles it. If He's going to drug me some way to calm me
down or make me more subservient, more willing to obey Him, that's just
fine. It means I'm going to have a great time even if some of it might be
painful. What am I saying? Damn, it's guaranteed to be painful. The drink
is delicious and thick like a milk shake. Dark chocolate flavor. How did He
know how much I like that?

I decide to just sit back and relax, enjoying the ride. I chuckle, thinking
"how many men do you think there are my age who get to be driven around
naked in a luxury limo?" Awesome time I'm living right now. It's gonna hurt
when it's taken away again. My inner voice pops up: "shit! don't say stuff
like that. it bursts your bubble. You'll be taken care of from now
on. Nothing like that to worry about. Embrace your own inherent
inferiority." I tend to trust that inner voice. It comes from deep inside
the author's imagination.

The Limo comes to a stop. My door is opened. A guy leans in and puts a
leather collar around my neck. There's a leash clipped to the collar and he
starts to pull the leash so I'm basically "pulled" out of the Limo by this
rustic young guy with an awesome ass. Maybe he'll want me to . . . .

Bright flashes of searing light seem to explode the minute I step from the
limo. For a while I couldn't see after that. Everyone else seems to act as
if it didn't happen. The hot guy with the leash walks me into the elevator,
using his key to get us to the Master's floor. Bright lights flash again
and I keep being led blinded to a room where I'm ordered to grovel on a big
pillow in the middle of a warm room. I like the warmth, being naked and
all.

The Master walks in, dressed in leather and denim but barefoot. He sits
down and immediately sprays each of his bare feet with something I don't
know and then rests them on a little stool.

"It gives me pleasure to see you groveling naked before me, slaveboy. I've
gotten good reports about your from My acolyte who's been keeping you in
good submissive shape. Nonetheless, there is one thing you deserve to be
punished for. Can you suspect what it might be?"

I start thinking which is hard since I'm so nervous again. On shit! I know
what it was! "Master, was it the time this slave tried to back away from
eating the rice Master Leo had pissed in?"

"If I understand correctly, Denny Boy, You were actually begging him with
your eyes to take this humiliation away." Never forget that I find out
everything."

THWACK! The lash bites into the top of my ass crack and I jump up and
scream like a little lady, and before I'm even able to catch a breath,
there's a second THWACK! between my shoulder blades. THWACK! My left ass
cheek. THWACK! My right as well. The Master dismisses the man who whipped
me as I fall to the ground, writhing in pain. "That should be enough for
now. Whether there will be more late remains to be seen. It all depends on
how you please or displease Me.

"I sprayed my feet for you. You'll like the way they taste. Take my right
foot in your hands and start to use your mouth and your tongue to eat it
everywhere. That's what I want to teach you tonight, how to EAT FEET!" He
chuckles.

Oh man, I want to be so good at this, serving his feet like a lowly slave
who is in awe of Him. Devouring, tasting, chewing, sucking, licking,
massaging: I'm commanded to do each of them. Everything is being directed
by the Master. All I have to do is obey. And it all tastes so good I can't
get enough of it.

"Get between the toes, Denny. Bite me between all of my toes!" He urges me
on and I am gorging myself, now over to the other foot, fresh clean skin
with the wonderful taste. I feel like I could spend the rest of my life
serving the Master's feet and never ask for anything else, never ask for
something new.

I get to the point where I can do it naturally and the Master doesn't have
to give any more commands. I'm enslaving myself to His foot exactly the way
He decided I would. He's addicting me to His feet. Little did I know that
this is how He was training me to service ALL feet. That would come
later. The constant stinging and irritating from the four lashes of His
whip are all part of the experience as well. It's still just real
punishment, each one of the four. This is not like the "beatings" I've
usually gotten as a BDSM sub, the kind that actually turn me on despite the
pain. No. This is real punishment. Something I dread. Something I
hate. Something that makes me fall to the ground screaming from the agony
of the lashes that bite into my body.

What makes it worse is that His whip shocks me right out of sub space for a
while and I have to struggle to return to the state of mind that I wish I'd
never escape. Like I say, it was true punishment. I dreaded it and would to
anything at all to behave and do anything He ordered me to. `It is good to
fear my whip," He'd tell me frequently. It gave Him pleasure but it gave me
no pleasure at all.

I sink lower into my craving for subjugation. Oh, yes: at one point he
reaches down and puts clamps on my nipples. The pain drives me to work
harder at what I'm doing to serve His feet. The pain from the clamps isn't
bad at first, but I know it will increase the longer I'm wearing them,
making me constantly aware that I deserve whatever humiliating pain He
wants me to suffer.

Finally he pushes me back with his foot and orders BACK so I get up on my
knees then sit back without ever losing contact with his foot. He touches
my right hand with His other foot and I start massaging that one while
licking the other one. Eventually we switch positions, my hand and my
mouth, and the service continues while I start groaning and whining about
how much my nipples are starting to hurt. It's almost like a burn. I wonder
if I could soothe the burn with my tears as they start flowing.

I sit back gasping a bit and really tired out. "It pleases the Master to be
able to view His slave in this condition, breathing heavily, grasping,
weeping, sweating, all tired out from doing the work the Master wanted it
to do. You exist to be used, Denny. Used by your owners. And still feeling
the lashes I had given to you?" I break into sobs. "Yes, Master. Thank You
for training me and disciplining me." I somehow manage to get out those
words as I slobber at His feet.

"You know what your Master would like to see?"

"No, Master. What would Master like to see?

"A very tired out slave sucking Leo's cock and drinking down his cum."  Leo
steps up. Naked. Hard. "May I suck his cock, Master? Please?"  I know
adding a please makes me humbled even more. Really begging.

"Since you asked so nicely, slave, go ahead. Suck Leo's cock and show him
how grateful you are for how he's taking care of you at work." And I go to
town doing all the things that I've already learned Leo likes, and I use my
hands as well as my mouth. And I gag and even choke and I don't let it stop
me. "That's the way, faggot, that's the way faggots like you learn to
gobble cock. Show me how much you want it, slaveboy."

A couple times I'm afraid I might pass out but I keep on, and it's not all
rapid movements. I know the small quiet little touches that drive him
wild. He's a good teacher. Cocksucking 101. I want to get an A. Often I
look up into his face, and the face is so beautiful and his eyes are so
intense that it makes me really want to let him fuck my throat as much as
he wants.

I have a suspicion that all the things I'm thinking are not necessarily
drug-related. I've thought of these things before on lonely nights, even
though my cock is still locked down. I used to say "locked up" but that's
silly because it can't rise! So now I say "locked down." And it's sure
getting to be locked down. And I'm glad to be like a neutered dog.  I'm
learning how I can settle down more easily now that my pitiful dick is of
no account. The Masters have taken it away. I no longer have any ability to
even touch it.

Master Leo smiles at me and suddenly without warning he shoots his load
into my mouth. There's a lot of it and it's not bad, not too bitter, a tiny
bit salty. "Hold it all in your mouth, slave. Don't swallow any of it!" I
look at Him, my mouth puffed up, my lungs filling with air, holding as best
I can. "Lean over My feet and dribble all my cum on my feet, slave." Yes,
Leo also calls me "slave" now, I see that. Once it's all out of my mouth
and I even add a little bit of spit a the end, He says, "good slave. Now
lick it off your Master's feet. Make sure you get it all."

I'm about to collapse. I get myself down there and just start to suck like
a vacuum everywhere and any where and when I finally get it all and He says
"good boy" again, I lay my head down right there and try to fall asleep,
but the pain which continues to torment me makes that impossible.

@@@ So like I said, it only took about three weeks until the other guys
we'd hang out with would somehow get a secret message that I was their sub
just from watching our interactions and the way I keep looking to them. It
was just an overriding sense that I liked obeying them anyway they
wanted. Nothing drastic. Simple. And eye contact. One night one of those
guys said something that really surprised me. "Sometimes you get this look
in your eyes that you're afraid you're going to be punished for
something. Not definite, but I just get this sense. So I'd like to
know. Who punishes you and why?"

"Please, Tran, please don't make me go there?" I begged. "I want to
know. Don't forget that," he said and then walked away from me and I
breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, what could I say? If I really named the
DDD that would be the end of me. Maybe I could name someone else, but
they'd deny it. And sure, I've had a few spankings from them, once from all
of them at once and that was a nightmare, but nothing worse has ever
happened. At least not yet.

Anyway I told them about what Tran said to me. "Tell them you can't name
who, but tell them you get punished when you've done something that goes
against a rule." Just that, nothing more, I guess.

Meanwhile someone else asks me why I always go last when they enter or
leave a room, or even in walking up or down the stairs. "Because I respect
them as my betters," was all I said. My behavior was continually being
regulated. Of course, I didn't have that vocabulary back when all this was
happening. I just thought it felt right, and my parents would never have to
find out anything they couldn't handle, like that I'm a faggot.

All the years we were friends together, they would always make me be
bare-chested because my nipples were so "perky," they said. "Sometimes I
want to reach out and pull on them a little," Clarence told me and I said
"Don't you dare," as if I could do anything to stop it. Or
retaliate. Except when it was cold out, they always made me take my shirt
off.

This was much earlier than the guys were making me take everything
off. Little touches here and there once in a while were fine with me. I
tended to pull away from it when I could. But then that 9th grade summer,
they started getting more aggressive and once when we were alone together,
they started tying my hands behind my back so they could play with them
more.

Eventually I would cry out from the pain. So from then on, those group
spankings would mean two guys at my ass and one on my nipples and for the
most part, I was writhing and crying copious tears from the pain while they
kept telling me it was good for me but never explained exactly why. "See
what we can do to you?" they whispered. I wasn't sure if they were teasing
or menacing me. Probably a little bit of both.

And a lot of times, they didn't take it too far. Just enough help me stay
humble.

In Tenth grade they finally took my cherry. The guys were constantly
horny. Almost every day after school they assaulted me but they never let
me cum. Sometimes, they'd tie my hands and not even let me touch
myself. Guess what that would lead to? Anyway, they all had nice cocks so I
really liked times like that.

One night, though, they made my lay on the floor face-up and they stood
over me as they furiously jerked themselves and almost all at the same
time, they all shot their loads on my face. They wanted to take a picture
of me, but it would never get through the developer's scrutiny.

They made me hang out for the rest of the night and while we watched
something on television, their cum started to get harder and flaky. Once
they discovered that, they had a field day playing with my face. Clarence
kept spitting on me so they could make a little mixture out of it all and
they'd blend it into a bowl of oatmeal then make me bow to the ground and
suck it from the bowl while they watched and urged me to eat it up faster
and faster. This was the first time they made me eat their cum, and they
had made it easier by mixing it with oatmeal.

I often wonder if any of the three actually turned out to be gay. I lost
touch with them long ago. I wonder what they remember, if they ever think
about it, what it would be like if we all got together now? I wonder if any
of them actually turned out to be Doms, the way Leo is in my current
life. But if any of them turned out to be straight, I wonder if they were
keeping this as a dark, dark secret.

Oh well, I wonder what they would think if they could see what was going on
in my life, that I would really end up being the slave they were having so
much fun training me to become. But sometimes, some things will always fuel
my fantasies, especially when I'm in a particular mood. Especially when
they finally decided it was time for me to be giving them blow jobs. Of
course, the first cock I ever had to suck was Fred's.

@@@

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