Date: Fri, 27 Oct 2023 11:36:00 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 11

ELEVEN

As soon as they got in the room Derek lost Toby in one of his
all-encompassing hugs and Toby wept into his neck. "Why do you weep, my
little one?" asked Derek in a gentle voice. "Because I feel like I just
died and all that is left belongs to you," answers the boy. "And that is a
cause for weeping? You've found your true identity. And you're with the man
you want to call Master. Isn't that right, faggot?"

"Yes, Master." Toby can't deny that a thrill goes through him whenever
Derek calls him `faggot'. The bullies in his school used to call him that
but they didn't really know what it meant. Not like he's learning. The
faggot serves dick. The faggot swallows cum. The faggot bows down to the
ground and sucks the Master's toes. The faggot is enslaved. The faggot will
soon be punished. And yet, none of it frightens him now. Not while he's
allowed to be weak in the Master's arms. And right now, he's still got
clothes on because Master didn't demand he strip as soon as the entered the
room.

But now it is time. Derek breaks the hug. "Get your fucking clothes off,
slave. Then get on the ground and crawl over to me."

Toby quickly strips as Derek goes to sit on the edge of his bed with his
pants off, stroking his hard cock. "Look at this," he commands, and Toby
sees his hard cock already dripping a bit. He crawls quickly but Derek
stops him shortly before he gets all the way to the bed. "Spread those
legs, boy." He uses his foot to kick the slave's legs apart. "Hands behind
your back, Toby." Toby keeps his eye on Derek's cock, not knowing what will
happen next. Oh shit! More Ben Gay. "Keep those hands behind your back and
keep your eyes on my hard dick," Derek orders as he spreads the ointment on
the boy's balls once again and soon the pain begins. "Do not move,
Toby. Eyes on my cock. Let me watch you take your punishment."

Toby realizes that he's never going to get used to this pain. How can one
get used to being burned? Tears flow from his eyes and blur his sight of
the Master's hard cock. He's forced to stay like that until the pain
subsides.

"Use your fingers to clean off the head of my cock and then suck them clean
for me. You know how much I like that, baby." Toby has a shy smiled on his
face as he obeys Derek's command. "Good boy. And now, you have a reward. My
cock. Come close and enjoy it and play with my balls with your hands."
Tobey eagerly puts his mouth around Derek's cock and begins to stroke it
with his mouth the way Derek taught him this morning. "That's right,
faggot. You're my personal cocksucker. No one else knows. Yet. But when I
want, others will get so watch you suck my cock. Eventually I will give you
to them and they can enjoy what faggots like you do best. Yes, baby. You'll
be my cocksucking whore for the whole freshman class if I have my way."

Toby knows that none of this is realistic. It's just a fantasy. A very hot
fantasy and he loves the sound of Derek's voice when he talks this
way. Masturbation fantasies come alive, and all because he is giving his
beloved a blow job like the obedient slave he wants to become.  And he
knows it's true. He drives his head all the way down onto Derek's cock
until his nose is resting in Derek's pubes and he holds himself there even
though he's beginning to gag. Derek takes his hand and lays it on the back
of Toby's head and pushes him farther down until he hears him begin to
choke.

"You being a good boy for me, Toby? You choking on my cock, baby?" Toby
makes a noise but really can't be understood. Derek lets go and Toby
quickly expels Derek's cock and chokes up some phlegm. Derek takes his cock
and uses it to wipe the phlegm off Toby's lips. Then he shoves it back into
the slave's mouth. "Swallow the spit you coughed up. Clean me off, boy."
Before Toby is nearly finished, Derek stands up, takes Toby's head in his
hands and begins to fuck his skull. "There you go, cocksucker, learning
what you'll be doing for me for the rest of your life. I'm the first and
I'm the one you'll always remember the most. That is, if I ever decide to
sell or give you away to anyone else." Again Toby knows this isn't true but
the thought of it sure is humiliating. Yes, he's a possession now. Derek's
property. Not even halfway through his freshman year and Toby's has lost
his independence and is now under the control and discipline of man he
calls "Master" and with whom he is totally in love.

Once things settle down, Derek helps Toby stand and orders him to open his
mouth wide. He looks inside. "I can see my cum coating your throat. Maybe I
can help clear it out better," and he begins to spit into the boy's mouth
repeatedly and orders him to keep swallowing and opening again until he is
finished. Then he uses his hand to close the boy's mouth, spits into his
face and slaps him hard across his face. Toby looks at him with tears in
his eyes (again) and simply says, "thank you, Master."

Derek wraps the subjugated slaveboy in his arms and kisses his neck,
whispering, "thank you for your response to my spitting and slapping. I
suspected you'd be ready for it. Grateful even, that I would do such a
thing to you simply because you belong to me and I enjoy bullying you when
I'm not busy loving you." Toby raises his head exposing more of his neck to
his Master. Derek takes advantage of this by marking the slave with several
hickeys that are sure to attract attention, especially when their dorm
mates get to see Toby nude in both a chain collar, a cage around his dick
and a ring of hickeys on his neck.

Derek, still holding the boy, gets on his back on the bed with the
trembling boy still in his arms, and he runs his hand down the boy's back
and bottom. "Soon, sweetheart, you'll taste a little bit of my whip." Toby
holds him more tightly. Just the single word . . . whip . . . . drives him
out of his mind and all he can do is moan and whimper in his Master's
strong arms. "All this is mine too," says Derek, as he continues to caress
the boy's back and ass.

Toby begins to relax in Derek's arms, mentally offering his Master every
part of his body his hands are touching. He realizes just how much he
wants—no, NEEDS---to be possessed by his lover. "Is that what the
shoelaces are for?" he asks. "Yes. I had you buy six laces so we can figure
out how much you can handle. Maybe I'll only whip you with one lace if I
can get the right response out of you." "What is that response, Master?"
asks Toby. "I can't say, baby. It's something that you and I have to
discover together, how much can I use for fun, and how much must I use for
punishment."

There's that P word again, which Toby knows he's going to dread
eventually. Such is the life of an owned slave.

Derek decides it's time to show Toby one of the video clips his new Dom
friends gave him. He opens his laptop and puts it on the bed so Toby can
kneel at the side of the bed and see it clearly. He selects the clip he
wants the boy to see. A collared and caged slaveboy is on all fours on the
floor of a room. The Dom stands over him with a whip that looks very much
like the one Derek can make if he uses all the shoelaces. The Dom begins to
whip his slave's back and butt, gradually getting harder and harder until
finally the whimpering slave starts writhing around the room trying to get
away from the lashes which now fall anywhere and everywhere, sometimes
lashing parts of the slave's body that causes him to cry out and beg for
mercy. At one point the slave is on its back and the Dom is whipping its
balls and abdomen and Toby can see the cage the slave is wearing. The idea
that the Dom is taking his pleasure by beating the slave who is not allowed
any sexual pleasure; its cock is locked away. The only pleasure the slave
is permitted to enjoy is the pleasure of being whipped by its Master to the
point where it keeps crying out and begins to cry as the Master continues
lashing it until finally it's in fetal position in the corner. Finally the
Master stops whipping the slave. He says "now you know what you are," and
spits on the slave several times. That's the end of the clip. Toby bows
down to the ground as if to say, "you can do whatever you want to this
slave, Master. You own it."

And at that moment an important grammatical change is made. From this point
on, the slave is referred to as `it'. Toby is an `it'. Personal pronouns
have been taken away from it, for good.

"Get up off the floor and fetch the package you got from the store," Derek
commands. Toby gets the package and takes out the sets of laces. Derek
makes him open each set and lay all the laces—six of them---out on the
desk. Derek takes two pillows and puts them on the bed and tells Toby to
lie on its stomach with the pillows under its groin so its bare ass is up
on the air and in position to be whipped. Derek runs his hands through the
boy's hair and gently asks if he is willing to submit to whatever he
(Derek) wants to do to him. "Yes, Master," the slave speaks into the
pillow.

"I want to hear your reactions. Hold nothing back. Let me hear your
pain. Do you understand me, boy?"

"Yes, Master."

"We'll start with just one lace," Derek tells him, taking one off the desk
and snapping it through the air. He lays a lash across the boy's ass. It
hardly makes any noise and all the slave does is inhale. "Okay, now I'm
going to double it over and hit you once with the folded end and then once
with the two ends of the lace." He tries to hit as hard as he can with the
folded end and the slave grunts. Then both ends of the lace land on its ass
and the slave grunts a little louder. "Two laces now, folder over first."
He swings the whip and this time the slave says "ow!" "on your back," days
Derek, and he lets it land across the top of hit back. The `ow' is stronger
now. "four loose strands now," says Derek and quickly lands one lash across
the slave's ass and another across its back and the slave cries out much
louder "OWWW."

Derek puts the laces down, takes both hands, and massages the marks of the
lash into the slave's back and ass and the slave shouts out, "Oh my God,
that feels so good, Sir. Oh thank you, thank you." Derek smiles. "Don't let
it be said that I don't know how to take good care of my slaveboy even when
its being whipped," Derek says, and Toby answers, "Thank you, thank you,
Master." Derek adds a third lace, lines them all up and doubles them
over. "four quick lashes across your ass, Toby," he says, and lays it on
hard and the boy cries out. "Good boy. Let me hear your pain. Same thing
across your back now, Toby. Take it from me." He lays four lashes, each on
a row, across the slave's back and now the marks start to appear. Toby
cries out again, louder. Without saying anything else, Derek turns the
laces over and now has a six-pronged whip and he just keeps lashing the
slave, ass and back, over and over, listening to the slave cry out until
its voice breaks. Immediately he lays down the "whip" and starts massaging
again, and now there is so much more flesh that needs his tender
attention. The slave just continues to cry and then lets loose and starts
sobbing as Derek takes care of the whip marks that now appear more severe
but not even close to breaking the skin.

"I think that will be enough for tonight," says Derek. "Show me your
gratitude, slave, for whipping you. Get down on the ground and start
working my feet. That's what you do after I whip you. Always." Toby
practically slides off the bed and right away picks up one of Derek's feet
and starts by licking between his toes. "Good boy. Show me you're grateful,
I keep giving you what you need." Derek turns around and sits back on the
bed so he can raise his feet. While Toby sucks one, he runs the other feet
over the slave's hair and spits a few more times. Toby has descended more
deeply into what they call "sub space" than it's ever experienced
before. All that exists is the pain from the whipping and the feeling of
the Master's toes in and out of its mouth as Derek moans his pleasure until
he wants the slave to stop.

"Okay, slave. Stand up and let me get a good look at you before I parade
you down the hallway and into the shower." Toby stands and Derek sees a
collared slaveboy, dick locked in a cage, four hickeys on the side of its
neck and very clear evidence that this boy has been whipped on both its
back and its ass. "You make quite a sight, Toby. Word will be out soon that
something very kinky is going on here. Don't resist me on this. You will
have more nicknames than just "naked boy" when your mates get a good look
at you." To make matters worse, Derek goes into his suitcase and takes out
a leash, attaches it to the slave's collar and begins to walk out of the
room leaving the door open and the slave has no option but to follow. Derek
takes a towel and wraps it around his waist after he strips off. Toby
follows, wishing it didn't have to be displayed this way, but this is that
Derek has decided and it's determined to submit to his wishes no matter how
humiliating or embarrassing it might be. By tomorrow morning, many stories
will be going around about him.

No sooner do they get out the door when they run into one of Toby's
classmates, Steve, a guy who reminds him of his high school bullies.

"Holy shit! What's going on here? Derek you have the kid on a leash. Is he
your dog now? And what's that between his legs? "I've decided I'm not
letting this fag jerk off any more whenever it wants. We're reassessing our
relationship. Take a closer look if you want." And Steve does. In fact, he
takes it in his hand and manipulates it a bit. "Can I pull on it?" "Not a
good idea right now," says Derek. "Toby turn around so he can see your back
and ass." Toby obeys blushing terribly. "Fucking shit!" says Steve. "You
fucking whipped the boy!" "It's the best way to train a submissive
faggot. Corporal punishment teaches it how to act and what to avoid doing."

"Where did you get all this stuff from?" asks Steve. "A few guys I met over
Thanksgiving break who are into Master/slave relationships. In addition to
that, Toby has an Uncle who's been training him for years to be obedient
and submissive. He knows a lot and is giving me a lot of ideas about how to
turn my roommate into a good obedient faggot slave."  Derek pulls the slave
into the showers, takes off the leash and tells it to wash quickly.

Meanwhile, Steve hurries off to tell others what's happening. When Toby and
Derek leave the shower, Toby stands there wet and shivering while Derek
dries himself off. Two other guys come in to get a look, Matt and
Orson. "Handle him however you want, guys. Careful of where the marks from
the whip are. They're still sore." Orson goes right at it while Matt stands
back in shock. Orson tells Derek, "I've read about this but never thought
I'd see it for real. Damn, Derek, you're one hot dude. How'd you get so
much power over Toby?" "It just happened naturally. I'm having a lot of fun
with it." Derek throws his damp towel to Toby who tries to get dry as best
he can with it. "You don't let him have his own towel?" asks Matt. "kind of
weird." He goes to Toby and looks right into his face. "You sure you're
okay with this, Toby?" "Yes, Matt. More than okay."

"Well, well, to each his own." Orson is quite interested in what's
happening. "Can I come by later to find out more about this?" "sure,
Orson. About 8 pm? Bring anyone else who might be interested—but I mean
seriously interested, not someone who comes just to mock what's going on."

"Sure thing, Derek. I'll probably just come myself, or if Matt wants to
. . " "that's ok, Orson. I'm all set."

And so they make a date. On the way back to their room, Derek tells Toby
that he should remain silent when Orson comes over until he gives
permission to speak. "Mind your manners, slave. Use a personal pronoun and
I'll whip you more, right in front of Orson." He gently pushes Toby into
the room. "Get on my bed," he commands. He sets his clock for 7. "We'll
take a rest before going down for supper," he tells the boy, then gets on
the bed with him and soon the slave is lost in its Master's arms, mind
flying off in directions it never knew existed before as Derek runs his
hands over the whip marks on his slave's back and ass. "You've made me very
proud to be your Master, baby. I love you," says Derek, kissing Toby on the
lips and giving it some juices to suck down.

####

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