Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2023 13:54:53 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 15

FIFTEEN

The following Friday afternoon, when Toby was using the bathroom stall in
the nearly empty humanities building, he heard sounds outside the stall he
was in that seemed strange. He heard a couple guys with heavy footsteps
enter the bathroom and there was some kind of a click and the lights were
turned off. Uh-oh.

"Where's out little faggot?" –the voice is Hunter's for sure. Now he
knows he's in for a rough time. "Come out of that stall, bitch, or things
are going be even worse for you." That's Vito. He flushes the toilet and
without even wiping down his cage he opens the door. Immediately Vito, the
bigger of the two, grabs him by his hair, pulls him out of the stall, and
tosses him to the ground.

"Gonna leave a message for your boyfriend," says Hunter, "but aren't you
supposed to be naked all the time?" "oooonly in the ddddorm," he
answers. "New fucking rule, cocksucker. Whereever we are, you get naked. So
strip or we'll fucking rip your clothes off!" "O come on, guys, please? Do
you really want to get Derek pissed? Is it worth it? You know there will be
consequences." "Vito pulls his belt out of his pants and lashes Toby until
finally he shouts "OKAY I'LL STRIP" and starts to pull his shirt
off. Hunter grabs him by the leg and pulls off his shoe and sock while Vito
goes after the other one. "Open your fucking pants, queerboy!" Vito and
Hunter pull off the pants, each taking a leg. Once that's off Hunter gets
down and actually rips off the boy's boxer briefs.

"You're lucky we made you get naked, slut, cause we've got some presents to
give you, says Vito, pulling down his fly and pulling out his cock. Then he
begins to piss on Toby, moving his dick around to get him in as many places
as possible. Hunter soon joins in, and Toby gets completely covered. As
scared as he was, much to his horror, he felt his little dick stirring in
its cage. Dammit! He was getting turned on by being stripped and pissed on
in a public bathroom? Fuck that. He started crying for help. Vito hits him
with the belt now, not caring where it would land. "I'll keep hitting you
until you shut the fuck up." So other than crying out from the blows of the
belt, he stops calling for help but starts crying and begging the guys to
leave him alone.

Next thing he knows, the pair are stroking their hard dicks. Hunter does
the talking. "Give your faggot boyfriend a message from us. Let him know
that we'll be expecting a lot more cooperation from you, no matter what he
says or thinks. You take care of us, we won't do this to you again. But if
we find out you've been blabbing about this to anyone, you're gonna get
used to writhing around in our piss again, and maybe even we'll get a few
more of our buddies to join in. The thought of a faggot like you touching
my dick makes me want to puke, otherwise it would already be down your
throat." Vito starts grunting, apparently almost gonna cum. "but you're
still gonna get my cum!" he shouts as he leans over and cums all over
Toby's face, followed quickly by Hunter, who shoots out a huge load. "So
tell your boy there that we'll be contacting him about some, um, business
matters for next semester and he'd better respond because there are a lot
of bathrooms on this campus and he'll never know where to find you unless
he can follow the trail of the piss."

They both zip up and, as they're unlocking the door they flip on the lights
again, leaving Toby naked and marked up with Vito's belt, crying and laying
there in cold disgusting piss. Not too long after that, someone comes into
the bathroom and lets out a shout in shock at what he sees. "Holy shit!
What happened? Who did this to you? Who are you?" He's confused and trying
to make sense of things. "I'll, I'll go get a safety officer as quick as I
can!" and he rushes out. Toby manages to stand up and begins to clean his
face with warm water and paper towels and then do what he can to get some
of the piss off himself, and there are about five wicked marks from the
belt, one of which looks like it might bleed, landing right across his
right nipple and up under his arm. Finally he stops and leans on the sink,
throwing up and sobbing all at the same time.

Two hours later he was in the campus infirmary, bathed and bandaged, and
was starting to doze off from the medication they had given him for pain
and to calm him down. Two regular policemen were waiting to speak with
him. This was being dealt with as a hate crime since they kept calling him
`faggot' and other names and making threats. Stupid damn jocks. They didn't
seem to realize that he knew who they were, thinking they had frightened
the little fairy so much that it wouldn't tell anyone who did this to
him. Guess again.

He'd told his story once already to the campus safety director who then
notified the police. When they arrived, they brought a videographer with
them provided by the college. As far as the college was concerned, it had
all the information it needed to expel the two who did this to him. If it
went to court, they told Toby that this might be enough and he wouldn't
have to testify in person. By this point, Toby would have agreed to
anything. Derek was at some soiree with his theater group and Toby didn't
know where it was being held. He had lost his phone in all the scuffle,
and, of course, he never had had reason to memorize Derek's number once he
had entered it into his phone. The Dean of Students tried to call Derek but
his phonemail box was full and they couldn't even leave a message. They
sent Derek a text and an email, but Derek rarely ever checked his phone.
If it weren't for the medication they'd given Toby, he would have been
frantic. Right now, however, it just seems like he's a little stoned, or
even in shock as he spoke in a monotone voice and told the policemen
everything that had happened and all the things they had said to him.

Derek, frantic himself, had arrived just as they were beginning the
deposition and. He stood somewhere that Toby couldn't see him so he
wouldn't be distracted, but he heard the entire story himself by listening
to Toby's voice, very surprised that Toby was speaking so calmly. Tears
were flowing from Derek's eyes by the time he finished answering the
questions the police had for him.

Once the lights from the videographer were off, Derek rushed to the side of
Toby's bed and, as soon as Toby saw him, he finally broke down In
hysterics. Derek was afraid to hold him because he didn't know where he'd
been wounded but Toby grabbed on to him and almost pulled him into the
bed. Everyone left and gave the two of the privacy while Toby blubbered
into Derek's neck while Derek kept telling him "I heard it all" because

Toby started telling him what happened. Derek kept apologizing that he got
there so late and promised he'd check his phone all the time from now
on. It would make touching cinema. The both of them were blurting out the
things that wanted to say but neither one of the could really pay attention
to the other. Finally, realizing what was happening, Derek started
chuckling and put his hand gently over Toby's mouth, saying, "We have to go
one at a time. I'll go first. I heard everything you told the police and it
was awful." It all continued from there but I'm not going to write any of
it here because we're all probably tired of hearing about it at this point.

What does matter, and will move the story along better, is that they
discharged Toby, they got a lot of help getting him back to the dorm, left
some meds with Derek, and told Toby they'd contact his teachers so he could
take a couple days to recover (Toby was acing all his classes
anyway). Derek decided to move their beds together so Toby would not be
alone in his own bed otherwise. As instructed, Derek gave Toby a pill once
they got settled, and Toby quickly fell asleep. Derek called his parents
and very quietly told them what happened. HIs mother was very upset and
offered to come to see them, but the semester was over in two weeks so
she'd see them soon. He did ask his mother to replace his bed in his room
with a kingsized one so Toby could sleep with him and not be afraid. Wow!
This was actually the first time Derek had ever indicated to them that he
and Toby were a lot more than best friends at this point. It wasn't because
he was afraid to come out to them; it was just because they've all be so
open about LGBT+ issues so it wasn't really a big deal. They would see the
way things were and they would be perfectly happy for the both of
them. (Remember, reader, that this is a fairytale; one could wish things
were really that way now.)

Toby's parents weren't notified. He didn't want them to know and since he
was over 18, he had no legal obligation to inform them and, hopefully, this
won't be widespread by the media. He got a brief "Merry Christmas" email
from them telling him to check his bank account to see their
gift. $20,000. Guilt money. Toby was happy, not because of the size of the
gift, but because he know that it would all be turned over to Derek
eventually since Derek has already indicated that he will control all
financial matters after the first of the year.

The College's Public Relations Office handled matters as discretely as
possible. Hunter's father demanded to meet with the Dean and when he did,
the Dean played an aural recording of Toby's deposition and that was
that. What happened to the two jock bullies concerning the hate crime issue
is a subject for someone else's attempt at fan fiction, but won't be
discussed any further here. We're done with them now. They served their
dramatic purpose.

17 days later, the boys were sitting in the kitchen at Derek's home. Cindy
couldn't fuss enough over Toby, trying to fill the hole inside him where
his parents should have been. At first, the affection unnerved him, but it
didn't take him long to realize that this is why Derek is so affectionate
with him, and where he learned about the magic of hugging. Derek's father
Mack was angry at what had happened and the guys who did it, and at one
point actually said to Toby, "Son, you are now under the protection of this
entire family. You are one of us. We love you and want to keep you safe."

There was more healing taking place at that kitchen table the afternoon
Derek and Toby "got home" than sometimes years of therapy are needed to
deal with the resultant PTSD that will plague Toby in the aftermath of the
assault. Toby's "inner little boy" arose a bit; Toby continually "nursed"
on Derek's mouth and dick as well as hugs from all of them. It really
helped Toby to get infected with their excitement and enthusiasm for
Christmas, and by the time December 24 came around, it didn't take any
coaxing for Toby to join in on the little family traditions they had; Toby
had never drunk so much hot chocolate in his life.

When Toby heard Cindy talk about going to Midnight Mass, he felt guilty
that it has been so long since he stopped thinking about anything like
that. To some extent, he had accepted the notion that the Church was the
Enemy, which so many gay people thought. He and Derek had never talked
about religion; Toby decided that they needed to now. "Do you go to
Midnight Mass with the family?" he asked Derek. "Definitely. Every year."
For Derek, it seemed simple: it was the family tradition. "But we never go
and the Church teaches . . . " Derek abruptly cut him off by putting his
fingers to Toby's lips. Toby, of course, couldn't resist licking them until
Derek pulled them away and patted the boy's face. "Come sit," he says. They
sit on the couch facing each other; Derek holds both Toby's hands in his.

"Sweetheart, you know a lot more about Church teaching than I do, but I'm
gonna tell you the way I see it and you can argue with me if you want. So
here's the thing: First of all, it's a family tradition and it means a lot
to my parents. That's why I go more than anything else. Second, I know that
the Church has a problem with gays. So what? It's their problem, not
mine. I just don't think that God has a problem with us at all. Look at how
many gifts he's given to gay people—in music, and in the arts
especially."

"Wow! You think so clearly about it and don't let your head start spinning
when you think of it."

"That's because I was never indoctrinated the way you were. So please let
me know when you get that old Catholic guilt so I can help you find a way
out of it."

"So are you going to communion, too? If you are, I will. If you aren't,
then I won't either."

"Of course I'm going to communion. And before you say "BUT," all I want to
say is that no one has the right to keep me away from it. Jesus belongs to
all of us and it's his birthday. I'm definitely getting my birthday cake!"

Toby bursts out laughing. "do you really think of it as birthday cake?"

"Of course not. It's Jesus. I was just being silly, kid."

Toby chuckles again. "Sometimes you make things seem so easy. I'm glad I
asked you about this. Now I'm gonna look forward to going."

And so they all went to Midnight Mass, and Toby found himself recalling
some of the good things he had learned in school despite all the bad
things. He wasn't sure what he believed in any more, other than Derek;
nonetheless, there was something comfortable about the familiar liturgy,
especially since he was experiencing it in the company of his new family
and when he got to give Derek a hug right there in the Church at the "kiss
of peace."

When they got back home, Mack asked for a quick meeting with the boys as
they were drinking their hot chocolate, so they went to his office and sat
on the couch he had in there while he wheeled over a chair and faced
them. In just a minute or so Cindy also came in. Mack got up to give her
the chair and he stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders and one
of her hands on his. "Toby, when you first arrived with Derek a week ago, I
told you that you were now under my protection, and I meant it most
seriously. I also understand that what happened to you is not uncommon for
gay people since there is so much ignorant hate in this country right now,
and we have already seen that I can't always protect you. Anyway, my dear
sons, that as our Christmas gift to, Cindy found a nice little cottage for
sale not far from campus. She bought it on the spot, and we are giving it
to you as our Christmas gift. It will be ready for you to inhabit by
January 10. I know this doesn't solve all your problems up there, but with
you out of the dorm you will be less visible and much less vulnerable. You
should also know that as part of a negotiated settlement with the College
for their negligence they are offering the both of you a full scholarship
for the rest of your time there in addition to a substantial financial
reward which will be held in trust for the day you graduate. We'll open the
ordinary gifts tomorrow, but I wanted you to know about this now. Merry
Christmas, Toby and Derek! We love you."

Tears and hugs all around, and when they got ready for bed, Toby spent a
long time in the bathroom which caused Derek to worry a bit. At one point
he knocked on the door to make sure Toby was okay; Toby told him he'd need
a little bit more time to "get ready," whatever that meant. When he came
out, he handed Derek a small gift-wrapped box from his carrying case. "this
is my Christmas gift to you, Derek, so you can take further possession of
me."

Derek, looking confused, quickly tore off the paper and he opened the box
to find a large tube of "Lubinall." He looked up at Toby. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, Master. Been sure for a long time." "Have you ever . . . " "No, Sir,
but I've been practicing a little to get ready." "Well then, shazzzzzam
Baby. Your Master's gonna claim your ass for good!"

Toby solemnly gets on the bed and lies on a pile of pillows with his ass
raised and his legs spread. Derek has never done this before, but he's seen
plenty of clips about making it comfortable for a virgin the first time. He
gets on the bed, leans forward and kisses Toby saying, "You know how much I
love you, Toby. Now I'm gonna consummate that love."

He takes some of the lube on his finger and gently plays around Toby's hole
and slips in as toby cries "Yesssss! Two fingers please." Derek gives him
what he asked for and his two fingers do a good job of spreading him open,
and it becomes clear to Derek that Toby has been preparing for this. He
slips in a third and Toby makes a guttural and slutty groan which makes
Derek's cock jump. He pulls out his fingers and lubes up his dick and gets
up on his knees so he can aim it at the entrance to Toby's inner body and
ever so slowly enters his lover for the first time while Toby groans and
whimpers incoherently as Derek begins pistoning, a little bit deeper each
time, until he is seated all the way inside his slaveboy who is chanting
"thank you thank you thank you thank you take me take me" and it is music
to Derek's ears. Toby flexes his inner muscles and Derek is shocked to find
out how Toby can give him even more pleasure on top of the paradise he's
currently experiencing. "Fuck me, baby, fuck your slave!" Toby cries out,
and Derek decides to give him what he's asking for and it is perhaps the
most pleasurable moment of his entire life. Toby eagerly meets his thrusts
and Derek can't help thinking to himself that some boys are natural subs
and are somehow anatomically built in such a way to enjoy what most men
would fear and hate. And so, Derek plunges on, thinking of how much he
truly possesses the beautiful boy whom he met when he first set foot in
their college dorm. Yes. Toby is his. He is Toby's. They each have a
different function in this partnership while their talents and needs and
desires also complement each other. Together they are complete.


####

Thanks for all the emails. Some have asked me what they should call me. My
name is rob and I think of myself as a slave without a Master. So call me
whatever you want.

Please keep writing me. Emails are my reward for writing.

subkodak25@gmail.com

PICTURES, ANYONE? I am searching for just the right pictures to present
representing how I think Derek and Toby should look like. Uncle Harry as
well. If you'd like to offer any suggestions, be my guest. I'll announce it
when the final selection is made. This might take some time.


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Sweet Subjugation
Tommy Loves His Sub

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