Date: Fri, 30 Jun 2023 21:17:50 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Tommy Loves His sub-37 Chapter 37. Keeping Elliot Safe Sammy gets up off the couch and runs to the door and helps Dylan carry him into the living room. Elliot is inconsolable. He falls to the ground and keeps muttering, slave, slave, I deserve it, punished slave. He tries to pull off his clothes and the boys help him, leaving his underpants on. Tommy speaks to Elliot in a gentlE voice. "You're safe, Elliot. You're with people who care about you. We will take care of you. Cry it all out, as much as you need to. WE will help you, baby. Sammy moves away so Tommy can get closer to Elliot. He motions to Peter that he is going to make a phone call. He goes into the kitchen He calls his friend Tony. Fortunately, he is home and he answers. "Tony, this is Sammy. You've been talking about wanting to find a slave. Were you serious?" "Yes. I've been thinking about it and also reading up on the whole bdsm scene and I'm very interested. Why are you asking? "Because we might have someone who really needs a caring guy like you to take him in hand. Tell me something, though: If he became your slave, would he be able to live with you?" "Absolutely. I have my own private cottage on our estate." (Tony `s family is wealthy.) "Okay. Here's the picture. We have a friend who is not on the team but who has been searching for quite a while for a Master. He is very serious and feels that he needs to be a slave. But he's been picking losers who end up brutalizing him and he just takes it, thinking that is what happens to slaves. It just happened to him again tonight and he's over here now sobbing his heart out. He got severely beaten about an hour ago." "Oh my. That's awful. That poor guy. Do I know him?" "Not sure. His name is Elliot." "Oh yes, I know him. He's hot! If I'd known he was looking for a Dom I would have been all over him." "Well, right now he doesn't need someone all over him, but he does need a great amount of TLC and understanding." "I can do that. You know how I am, Sammy." "Yes, that's why I'm calling. Like I say, he is here now at Tommy's and he's in really bad shape. We've been discussing his situation and we've decided we need to do an intervention with him and hopefully get him away from the bastard who put him in this condition." "You guys are great, let me tell you! Is there anything I can possibly do to help?" "There is. Can you come over here now?" "Sure. Give me the address." "ccccccc. Pack an overnight bag. I can't say whether you'll stay in a room alone or in a room with him. It all depends on what we're able to accomplish; on whether or not we can get through to him. But I think that if someone like you stepped into the picture at this point, and you agree that you are willing to care for a boy who's had his body wrecked and his head completely fucked with, . . . I don't know . . . I just have this feeling that he might . . " "He might be drawn to me and it would help." "Exactly." "I'm willing to help any way I can, even if it means I won't end up involved as his Dom or Master. I can be there in about 45 minutes." "Great. Please come, Tony. thanks so very much." They hang up. Sammy goes inside. Peter looks inquisitively at him. He motions for Peter to come with him. Peter does and Sammy kneels before him and kisses his boots. "What did you just do, boy?" "Master, one of the guys on our team has been saying that he wants to find a sub.. You know him: Tony. "Tony?" He's a hell of a guy. Didn't know he was interested in this scene." "Well, apparently he's been investigating it a lot. I took some initiative here and called him and filled him in on what's going on. He offered to help. Master, please don't be upset with me, but he's on his way over now. I suspect he might be able to help." "I'm not upset with you. that's brilliant. If it were someone I didn't know, I'd be angry with you, but Tony? Just what the poor kid might need. A compassionate Dom in his life. Good for you. And you wouldn't have to worry about being punished or anything, boy. This is safe space, remember?" "Yes, Master. thank you for understanding." "Now let's go inside. Elliot is starting to tell us what happened." Elliot gets the story out in pieces through his sobbing. "Master Larry gave me an address and when I got there I was ordered to strip naked before entering the house. When I go in, there was this man dressed in jeans and a leather vest. Master Larry was there as well. They tied me down to a spanking bench and then Master Larry started giving me the third degree, making me confess to all sorts of failings, of ways that I was an unworthy slave. Every time I confessed something, the man beat my ass and legs, with straps, paddles, canes and a whip. If I refused to confess something I was whipped, but if I gave in and did confess, I was also whipped or caned. Master Larry kept pushing the man to beat me more, saying that he wanted me reduced to a quivering bag of welts and pain. Finally the man refused to go any further because I was starting to bleed. Master Larry spit on me and fucked me while I was still tied down and it hurt so awful where I was beaten. Then he got up and left and ordered me to come directly back to his house when the man set me free. Instead, I decided to come here. I know I'll be punished more but I don't care. Please helps me and I'll be your slave for ever." Dylan got down on the floor and wiped the tears off Elliot's face and kissed his eyes. "You are our friend, not our slave, and you're never going back there. That man isn't a true Master, he's just some sick psychopath. He's sick and dangerous and took complete advantage of you because you just don't understand about being a sub or slave. It's not like that, Elliot. A good Master takes care of you and keeps you safe at all times, even if you have to be punished. But the caring and the kindness come first. You've got to begin to understand that, my friend. Please, trust us, Elliot." Tommy says to Elliot. Elliot, is it okay if I take a look at your body to see what kind of care and first aid you need? I have some stuff that well help a lot with the pain." "yes, Sir. Everyone can look at me, I don't care." He reaches back; Tommy takes hold of his hands and very gently pulls down his underpants. Everyone gasps. His ass is welted, red in some places and black and blue in others, and although he isn't bleeding, it looks like he might start. Dylan speaks. "So this Master sent you to a perfect stranger who tied you down and did this to you?" "Yes. He contacted my email and said he was a disciplinarian. Master and he made arrangements for me to go there every week for punishment. Every week! I couldn't . . " "No, you couldn't" answers Tommy. And this Master sent you to this guy sight unseen? "Yes, and I had to strip and knock on his door naked, then go in and kneel down and then he questioned me about what goes on in my mind, and how a slave has no rights and how I was wrong to resent a couple of things, and how since I chose to be a slave, I surrendered everything to Master and he is taking over my life." "And you were only with him a short time?" asks Peter. "Yes, Sir." Tommy is a little confused. "How did he manage to get in touch with this guy?" "Master told me to give him my passwords and he's been reading and replying to my emails. This guy had answered an ad I posted over the weekend. Master started corresponding back and forth with him on my email, and they made the arrangements. I had no choice in the matter. I was simply commanded to report there tonight and confess my failings as a slave and get punished for it." Dylan is very upset. "Elliot, what are we going to do with you? How are we going to protect you from danger if you keep carrying on like this?" Tommy takes over. "Elliot, this man has been dealing with you as if he's owned you for a very long time. You told us last night that he even arranged for you to go live with another slave, an older man." "Yes. I wanted to be controlled." Peter says, "Control happens a little bit at time, boy, not all at once like this." Elliot suddenly gets nervous. "where's my phone? I have to send a text to Master." Dylan asks "What will that text say." Elliot answers, "I have to text him this message' I need to be a slave. I want to be your slave.' three times a day. He said that if I miss a text he will cancel me." Tommy remarks, "Good! don't text him." Elliot protests, `but . . . I need it." Tommy speaks softly to Elliot. "Yes, you need something, Elliot, but you certainly don't need that kind of heartless brutality. To tell you the truth, I don't think you even know what it is you need, what type of connection will be got for you, even what type of control. For now, boy, one thing we all realize is that you have to be controlled so you can be safe and stay out of trouble. WE have to protect you from yourself until you're ready to understand things you've never been taught. Sammy steps in, "I need to be controlled too, Elliot, but not that way. Do you have a self-destruct wish?" Elliot, NO! but . . . shit, I'm so confused." Tommy notes, "Confused and brutalized. This so-called Master you gave yourself to is a control freak and some kind of heartless maniac. I would never put Dylan into that kind of situation. Elliot protests. "but he's not a slave." Dylan jumps in, "But you don't understand how a slave . . . thinks? Help me out, guys?" Tommy speaks quietly. "we don't use labels, Elliot, but I have to say this.(He looks right at Dylan.) Dylan obeys me in everything. He trusts me to decide what is good for him. He serves me sexually and has let me lock him in chastity. AND . . this is real important, Elliot, HE IS IN LOVE WITH ME. He wears my collar. I protect him, care for him, sometimes I put him in embarrassing situations because he gets off on it. So I guess it could be said that he is my slave. And sometimes, he even calls me Master. He winks at Dylan. But he always knows that his Master loves him and cares for him and wants what is best for him. And the love is the most important part of it all, Elliot." Dylan agrees. "All of that is true. I guess I can say to you that I am Tommy's slave. Look at how I'm dressed. Like you other slaves. Peter adds, "At first I was being very hard on Sammy. And if I had kept that up, I think Sammy would have run from me. But the something happened. I grew fond of him and started to be affectionate and gentle with him. And he responds to it so well that he is even more of a slave to me than he was in the beginning." Sammy adds, "And there is love there. and it is growing. But Id never give him my passwords. Some things are supposed to be personal. Elliot, there have to be limits, and often it's the slave who sets the limits. In fact, most of the time, it's the slave who sets the limits. Otherwise this can be very dangerous stuff, as you've been finding out." Tommy comes out of the bedroom bringing the ointment. "Elliot, please just lay out straight on the floor and let me take care of you ass. This won't hurt. It will help with the pain. I promise." Elliot does as Tommy has asked. Tommy puts some salve in his fingers and gently touches Elliot, who cries out, but as soon as Tommy begins to spread the ointment, he calms down. Dylan comes out with his laptop. Elliot, I'm getting into your college email account. What's the password? "slutboy" Chuckles are heard. "Ok, what should I change it to? Elliot, `oh I don't know." "How about this: one word: staysafe Elliot: `sounds good." My other account is with the same name. It's on gmail. That's where all the kinky stuff is." Dylan types a bit more. "Ok. `staysafe' is on both accounts now." You agree that you won't contact that Master again?" "I guess." "So I'm blocking him and also cancelling all your kinky apps. This will keep you safe." Tommy says, "There are two Masters here: myself and Peter." Peter chimes in, "and we are both ordering you to stop all contact with that bastard." Elliot begins to cry again "but where am I going to live now?" Dylan says "Don't worry about that. you can always stay here until you find a place. In fact, I'd rather you were here. You obviously can't be trusted to stay safe yet, buddy." Elliot starts moaning as the effect of the salve sets in. "So nice. thank you, Tommy." Tommy gives a command, "From now on, you don't get involved with a dom or Master until we have checked him out. You understand?" "Yes, Sir. thank you." The doorbell rings. Dylan goes to get it. He opens to Tony. Dylan whispers. "thanks for coming, Tony. He's a lot calmer now and Tommy has been tending to his brutalized body. Expect to be disgusted when you see what that guy did to him." "What can I do to help?" "Just go talk to him. Help him feel safe. That's what he needs the most." They walk into the living room. Dylan says, "Elliot, you've got some company. Someone wanted to see you." Elliot cries a little, "see me now? naked and bruised? won't make a good first impression." Tony goes and kneels right down on the floor. "You make a perfect impression on me, Elliot. But I'm sorry about you getting beaten so badly." Elliot screams out TONY!!! TONY? OMG. He starts sobbing again. Tony cradles his head in his lap and lets him cry, not caring that his pants are getting wet. He strokes Elliot's hair. "it's ok, dude. I'm here because I care about you. We all care about you. Sammy called me and told me what happened, and so here I am to help you be safe, cutie boy." Elliot tries to speak through his hiccups. "I've always had a crush on you, and now you see me naked." "Baby, I've seen you naked lots of times. And I've always liked what I've seen." Tommy says, "all done, Elliot. Let me pull up your pants." Tony objects, "that might hurt all over again. Why don't you just pull them all the way off? I think Elliot likes being naked in front of people." Elliot nods into Tony's lap. Tommy pulls off his pants. Sammy says, "Elliot, that bastard said he would cancel you if you didn't report back to him, right?" "Yes." Sammy replies, "So, it's almost midnight. Let's hope he's good to his word and releases you." Tony whispers to Elliot "You need to be free. You need to be with men who care about you. You need to be with guys who have your best interests at heart." Elliot nods his head. The phone rings. Tommy says, "I bet I know who that is." He answers the phone. "Yes he's here, and we're patching up his body and his mind. He'll be staying here for now. You will no longer have any contact with him at all. . . .. . . concerned? . . . did you have any idea what you were subjecting him to? . . . . . well, you have no need to be concerned any longer. He is no concern of yours now. . . . That's right. . . ." Tommy shuts down the phone. Tony asks Elliot "If I help you, boy, do you think you could stand up for me? I want to see your cock, boy." giggles are heard. Elliot nods his head and reaches out for Tony. Peter takes his other arm. Tony explains, "Get up on your knees first, boy. You'll feel dizzy, but we've got you. We won't go further until the dizziness goes away." up he goes. shaky. smiling shyly at Tony. Tony looks down. "Nice cock, boy. I've always wanted to say that to you." Elliot mumbles, "and Master gave me permission to masturbate tonight." Tony counters, "it's morning already. so you missed your chance, boy." Elliot dares flirt, `yes, Sir." Dylan moans, "here we go again! Oh, no! Well at least this time we know the guy." Tony says, "Okay, Elliot. Up you go." Tony and Peter lift him up. Elliot is a little shaky but finds his ground soon enough. Peter says, "by the way, it is a nice cock." Tony objects, "But you can't have it. Just because your boy is locked doesn't mean you can go sniffing after other meat." Peter laughs "and on that note, we've really got to get going. Sammy has an exam in the morning. Go get dressed, please." Sammy goes to obey. Peter says goodbye to everyone. To Elliot he says, "don't' forget, boy. staysafe. Your new motto." Tony says to Peter. "Don't you worry. He'll be safe. I'll see to it." Peter turns to Sammy, "so, boy, you got to play matchmaker." Sammy giggles. They leave. Tommy says to Tony "Please bring Elliot upstairs to any guest room. I'll get your bag." Up they go. Very slowly. tony pulls back the covers and they lay Elliot on his tummy. "Try to sleep, Elliot. I'll be right here with you all night. I'll be keeping you safe. Safe from bad men and safe from yourself as well. Everything is going to be okay. I'll promise you that, boy." Tommy says goodnight, gives Tony a "thumbs up" and leaves the two of them alone. MORNING "Well, let's go down now. Maybe I can help with something. And it's good you're naked, so Dr. Tommy can take a look at your body and make sure we don't have to take you to a doctor." "Yes, Sir. It doesn't hurt as much today. Don't think I need a doctor." "We'll make the decision on that, boy. We're in control, just the way you like it." Elliot grins, "Yes, Sir." The boys greet them. Dylan appears to be doing the cooking. Bacon and sausage in one pan, pancake batter on the skillet. When Tommy sees them, he goes right away to assess the damage on Elliot's body.. "Doesn't look bad. Probably there will be a lot of black and blue for a while but he's on the mend." "Thanks to you, Tommy." Tony asks, "Where can we get any of that stuff. " "Evanstone's. He's an upfront jewelery with an extensive collection of bdsm merchandise in a special back room. Almost everyone in the scene goes to him. He's got everything you can think of." "And a few things that you never would have thought of as well," Dylan adds. I'll email the information." "Thanks, Dylan." "I'm going to get a pillow from the bedroom. Perhaps you'll be able to sit on that, Elliot." "I'll try, Sir." Tommy raises an eyebrow. "That didn't take long." "At least we approve this time," adds Dylan. Tony comes down and puts a pillow on a seat, and Elliot actually is able to do it!!!! Coffee cups are filled. All the food gets put on the table. Dylan gets his cushion and kneels down facing Tommy. Just a normal family breakfast at the Robert's household. Tommy tears off a piece of bacon and puts it to dylan's mouth. Dylan takes the bacon and sucks the grease of Tommy's fingers. Tony looks intrigued by what they're doing, and how Tommy keeps feeding Dylan his breakfast. "Do you guys eat like that all the time," he asks. "no," says Tommy, "but when Dylan feels especially unsettled, this is the best way because it makes him realize that I will always give him whatever he needs when he's a good boy." "I was always made to eat on the floor like a dog, "says Elliot in a sad voice. "No more, boy," says Tony, "but what they do is really hot! And I bet it would help you feel more secure as well." "Masters want to make sure their slaves are doing okay," explains Dylan until Tommy puts a big piece of pancake into his mouth. "He's right, you know," adds Tommy. "in many ways, the Master serves the sub more than the sub serves the Master. Being a Master is a very unselfish thing—at least for good Masters who really care about their boys. Anything else is just sick pretending and brutal crap like what Elliot's been through lately." Tony says, "Again, I say. No more. do you understand that, Elliot?" "no more what, Sir?" "No more it's all about the Master and the slave is a subhuman animal, just a toy for the Master to use." Dylan adds his favorite saying: "It's a two-way street." "Oh wow, so different, muses Elliot. "Like you cared enough to let me cum before, and then you made something kinky out of it that we both enjoyed." Tony smiles at him. "Good boy. Catching on." Dylan muses, "A Master is a Master because that's how he's happiest, and a slave is a slave because that's how he's happiest, too. And love makes them both ever happier." Tommy strokes dylan's cheek. Dylan says to him, "still hungry, Daddy." Tommy gives him some more pancake. Dylan sucks it right out of his fingers. Tommy speaks to Tony, "Tony, how do you feel about him being a houseboy. He's really good at it." Tony turns to Elliot, "What's it about? Just the money, or is it something you really enjoy?" "Really enjoy, Sir, it's good work for a sub to do. houseboy slave." "Do any of them demand sex from you?" "I have two who make me work naked, and one of them spanks me before I begin, but never really painfully. Damn that reminds ne that I have to cancel out for a few days. Please excuse me?" Tony nods. Elliot slowly make his way upstairs. Tony turns to the boys. "Hey guys, I'm playing this by ear. You gotta help me." "You're doing fine, tony. Just make sure you get to know him really well, what he needs, what he likes, what is no good for him." "Well here's a situation right away that I'm not sure how to handle. I don't really like the idea of him working naked or getting spanked by men I don't even know. Am I being too controlling if I tell him to stop doing it?" Dylan has an answer, "Tell him how you feel and then see where he takes it. find out if you do have that kind of authority over him. But take your time. He won't be going around to work for quite some time, I suspect." "And besides, we get first choice with him—and he's always clothed here," says Tommy. Elliot comes downstairs, but this time puts the pillow on the floor and kneels facing Tony like Dylan is with Tommy. Tony strokes his cheek. "Elliot, there are things we'll need to talk about, but nothing too heavy for a while. I'd like to bring you to my cottage and help you begin to feel at home there. That's my first priority. And you won't be working until your body heals, and then hopefully, you won't have to work naked. I would be very concerned about that." "Master, I was doing it because it fed my need to be a slave, and because the other Masters liked me being humiliated by men I worked for." "well then I don't think you need to keep doing that now that you're with someone who might become your Master, do you?" "what you think is very important to me, Master. I'll stop working for them if it concerns you." Dylan says, "good for you, Elliot." Tony says, "good boy. good sub. good slave." "Would you really want me as your slave, Sir? I know I rush into things, but this time Tommy and dylan seem okay with my being with you. "We'll talk about that more in the days to come." replies Tony. "Yes, Sir." goodbyes to all and they head to Tony's cottage. END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN I'd love to hear from you. I Love some of the things you guys tell me. Rob. subkodak25@gmail.com PLEASE DONATE to Nifty if you can so we can keep reading all these stories. The link is on the opening page of the website.