Date: Thu, 9 Nov 2023 13:20:49 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 17

SEVENTEEN

Unfortunately, safety can't be forever. And safety means very different
things. For Toby, safety was feeling constantly protected from harm or
anything that makes the slave uncomfortable. It's so nice feeling those
hugs before bed or after a spanking, but one can't remain there
forever. Eventually the slave has to get off the Master's knees, stand up,
and get something done somehow somewhere. And there are times, Toby is
learning, when the masochism takes over and he walks right into what's
uncomfortable, knowing that Derek is there with him.

That was the slave's first impression: uncomfortable. The venue was
glorious and it seemed that there were a good number of people there, all
in different get-ups (because the costuming is an important part of this
kind of ritual), some showing a lot of flesh, some bare naked, some
standing, some kneeling, one licking a Dom's boots.

Toby remembered that Derek wanted the slave to strip as soon as they
arrived. Derek walks into a locker room. Toby wanted to pull him back, but
by some surprising urge, Toby really wanted to be naked in the midst of
everyone there. Mostly naked on its knees, the slave figured. "Don't
anticipate; only obey. Get naked, faggot." Trancelike it pulled off its
clothes; there were only three items. It was allowed to keep the flipflops.

"That's a good boy," says Derek as he clips a leash onto the boy's collar
and binds its hands behind its back. As he moved the slave's arms he could
tell immediately that Toby had acquiesced. His arms moved easily as a way
of pleasing the Master. Facing the slave again, Derek says, "you look so
beautiful all naked and vulnerable, everyone is gonna want a piece of you."
As he brings Toby out of the locker room, they immediately attract a lot of
attention. Mitch and Galvin head towards them with a sizeable group of
obvious dominants, pointing out Derek and the boy they've been hearing
about. Derek stands back and gently pushes the boy forward a bit, and even
though it knew no one would dare touch it, it still felt like it was being
penetrated and consumed as they took their time looking it over
closely---probably all for effect. A lot of theatre will be taking place at
this gathering tonight, and each one who observes it gets to choose how
seriously he will embrace it.

However, it is almost always quite something to see who the real couples
are. And the numerous single but hopeful "subs" will get to show their
mettle if any Dom takes an interest in them. It's well known that couples
actually do meet for the first time at gatherings like this.

Galvin goes and pats Derek on the back. "Don't forget: just follow your own
path. Let no one make you take a shortcut because it will only bring
trouble. We're here if you need us." Derek really appreciates that because
he is discovering that he's probably more uncomfortable than the boy on the
end of the leash. Bare-chested young twinks are wearing black jeans and
shoes carry around trays of all sorts of food. Derek stops one and takes
something he pops in his mouth and then a second one and nods in thanks to
the waiter who moves on. When he's finished with his morsel, he turns to
Toby and says, "kneel so I can feed you." Once Toby's down on his
knees—don't forget that its hands are bound behind it---once it's
stable, Derek orders, "open that mouth," and when Toby does, he pops a
piece of something into the boy's mouth—just a little piece so as not to
make a mess.

When Toby's finished with that Derek asks "want more?" and the boy shakes
its head and smiles up at him with an open mouth. Toby gets its reward, and
then has to lick the Master's fingers clean after having to handle all the
food. Two lightly dressed "subs" kneel right there to observe Toby cleaning
its Master. "That is what you sluts have to learn how to do to prove you
really want it," says Mitchell standing behind them.

Once Toby has finished, Mitchell suggests Derek bring the slave over to the
tables in the corner. Three subs are bent down eating something. Mitchell
introduces Derek to Jeptha, who's working the table by feeding subs from
these little bowls. Jeptha speaks to Derek "This is an ideal recipe. It's
easy to make. Slaves all agree it tastes wonderful. There's a little
something in it to induce deeper submission. Why not let the slave have a
taste?" Derek agrees, so Jeptha fills a small bowl and places it on the
short counter that subs could bend over and eat from.

"Eat that, slave," Derek orders. Toby hesitates at first out of fear but
finally gets down and licks up the contents of the bowl, and when finished,
it kneels up looking pleased as Derek wipes its face. "Taste good?" Toby
shakes its head yes. "Why did you hesitate? did you need to push yourself?"
Toby sadly nods yes. "Well then, I won't punish you for it. I'm glad you're
trying so hard for me." and with that Derek reaches down and pats its
cheek, then helps it stand and swallows it up in a big hug. No one seems
interested in standing around to view a hug. Boring.

A wine bar is set up with stools for Doms and mats for subs to kneel
on. Wide assortment of domestic and foreign wines. Derek makes his
selection and asks for a "bottle" as well for the slave. These plastic
"bottles" are actually in the shape of---guess what?---and the slave has to
suck it to get any wine out of it. Derek remembered Mitchell's suggestion
about this and plans to have the slave drink as much as it can get away
with. Toby's eyes grow wide when Derek turns from the bar and holds it
down, ordering the boy to "suck this." It doesn't take long to figure out
how to get the most from it. A waiter walks by with sliced cheeses. Derek
takes a chunk and gradually feeds the slave bits of it between hits on the
dildo—oops, I meant "bottle."

There really wasn't much action going on. The men (excluding slaves and
subs) were actually enjoying their conversations with other men
there. Several were kind enough to introduce Derek to people in their
little groups. Derek was a bit surprised to recognize a few of the members
from other areas of his life, both social and professional, including
professors at the college. Not too many guys as young as him, at least not
as Doms, although he did recognize a couple subs who were a year ahead of
him. Conversations were relaxed for the most part. The one guy Derek
recognized because they were part of a special committee he used to be on
in the town and they had a good laugh over discovering each other. The
other guy, Karl, came forward and initiated the conversation. He's about 10
years older than Derek, and his slave is a guy in his early 20's that Derek
knows from his church!!!!! Imagine that! He wishes he could question him
further but that kind of cross conversation isn't usually done. "I'd love
to find out more about how your slave manages to fit its slavery with its
church." "We'll have to get together for dinner," Karl says, offering a
business card so they can get in touch.

Derek senses that Toby is getting restless, so he pulls its head over to
the side of his leg and starts massaging its scalp. Finally, he has the
slave stand and they walk around together, stopping now and then to watch a
slave perform some act for others to watch. Toby notices one slave who is
apparently drinking its Master's piss. Derek notices him watching and can't
help teasing, "you wanna become my urinal, faggot?" and Toby shrugs himself
meaning "no." But yet Derek noticed something—how Toby was swallowing in
synch with the slave while he was watching the whole scene. He files that
knowledge away.

At 10 pm the waiters are officially off duty. Most go home but a couple
stick around. Mitchell told him about this, so he wasn't surprised when one
preppy-looking blond-haired boy comes up to him . . . and asks permission
for the slave to suck his cock! Derek smiles at the kid but points to the
red collar around Toby's neck and they guy gets very embarrassed and
apologizes. "I don't know.

I'm wondering if that warrants a spanking," says Derek, winking at
him. "Entirely possible," answers the guy, "but I need to get off before
doing anything kinky." Derek chuckles. "Good luck." And sure enough, one of
the twink "subs" is apparently doing a hunger dance in front of the waiter
and it pays off. Soon the waiter is getting what he stuck around for, but
the sub was no good at it and the waiter finally pushed him away and told
him to go get some cocksucking lessons from a Dom.

Then one of the Masters approached the waiter and offered the services of
his blindfolded slave. That really did the trick! And this slave really
knew what it was doing! So the kid got drained. On his way out, he stopped
by Derek and said, "should have gotten that spanking first. Maybe the next
time."

Derek gets an idea and says to him, "Before you leave, get the cards of as
many Masters who would be interested in giving you your first spanking. I
bet a lot of them would." "But they'd probably be too tough for my tender
butt," says the guy. "Listen to me: a good spanker quickly finds out what
the limits are and never exceeds them. So if he's interested in spanking a
beginner, he'll be ready with a nice gentle technique." "Hey, thanks for
the advice. Name's Eugene, by the way. I'm on HitIt as Eugene Punk!"

An announcement is made: "It is now 10:40. All slaves and subs must be
naked by 11. Owned slaves must be caged and wear manacles. Any single subs
who still want to stay must serve in the stocks for 30 minutes. Please
report to kitchen. If you are not willing to do that, then please get ready
to leave. We'll be happy to have you with us again."

Wow! Derek already had the manacles on Toby. They watch four sets of stocks
being set up—two upright and two on the ground. Galvin saw them and
explained that the stocks on the ground are for both arms and legs with the
sub being completely bent over. "We'll have to try that sometime," Derek
says to Toby, still standing, drinking wine. The four sub volunteers are
brought in and locked up. Once everything is set and they are reasonably
comfortable, the blindfolds go on. The two standing immediately have hard
cocks shoved into their mouths. "It there anyone here you have an urge to
suck off?" asks Derek. "Yes," answers Toby. "My Master."

Derek pulls him over to an area where this can take place, opens his pants,
and sits back. Toby kneels and begins worshipping its Master's balls and
hardening cock. He's so lost in what he's doing (as he always should be!)
that he is a little shocked when he hears the sounds of a couple slaves
being strapped or whipped, and he wishes he could have someone spanking him
while he's blowing his Master. But Derek has kinkier ideas in mind. In
fact, he decides to hold off cumming until after he tries what he wants to
use on the boy.

Clothespins. Damn! Toby's had his nipples played with a few times, but
never pinned. Holy shit! That hurts. Derek stands there in front of the
pinned slave, his hands caressing the sides of its face and coaxing it to
breathe with the pain. "Take it for me, baby. Take it for me. You're doing
really fine now." Toby starts to fight to get free. "A little while longer,
baby? Come on. Show me how much you want this." He kisses Toby deeply and
that helps for a while, but at last the ever-increasing pain causes Toby to
stamp his foot three times. "Okay," says Derek. "I'll take them off one at
a time. Be ready for a big jolt of pain when it comes off." Derek takes off
the first and Toby cries out a big "OW!" Off comes the second one and Toby
screams out "FUCK!!!"

A number of the guys there start to laugh. Someone's just broken a barrier!
They all know what that can be like. But the funniest thing is now the
slave is liable for a good thrashing for using profanity.  And so Toby,
nipples still throbbing, finds itself over its Master's knees while the
Master selects from several different implements set before him. Finally he
selects a leather strap about two feet long, not too thick. One of the
Masters standing there says, "Hold nothing back. Fake nothing. This is
punishment and it is going to hurt. Hopefully, you'll behave better after
this is over."

Derek begins very gently for a while until one of the men says, "Come on,
lay into it. Pick up the pace. Hit a little harder each time." And so,
Derek is being instructed by all these Doms in the art of spanking. He's
prompted to take a little break and caress the ass cheeks he's just made
pink. The next round is noticeably harder and Toby begins to cry out after
almost every shot. The slave's thinking of using its safeword, but its
determined to take whatever Derek wants to give it. Derek starts to get
carried away and really lashes the slave hard until it finally shouts out
and begins to cry.

Immediately Derek drops the strap and uses his hands to soothe the slave's
well-beaten ass. The slave manages to manipulate its position until it is
crying onto Derek's shirt while Derek holds it and one of the men present
begins to apply a lotion to the boy's sore ass, something that immediately
begins to take away the pain.

Derek had mercy on the boy and unclipped its hands from behind its back. As
Toby was crying in its Master's arms after receiving the most painful
spanking of its entire life, it realized that a line had just been
crossed. The slave never would have realized that it could be subject to
such discipline, such corporal punishment. The only turn-on about this was
the humiliation of knowing that such pain might now be part of its life as
a slave.

As Derek's slave. Okay, Derek hadn't made the rule that a slave using
profanity was subject to a hard spanking. But Derek was the one who had
delivered that spanking. Not only that, but at it laid across its Master's
body, it realized that the Master was sexually aroused by whipping its ass
so painfully. Once again, this slave has to accept the fact that sweet kind
Derek is getting turned on by actually punishing it so it will be a
better-behaved slave.

And so, once again Toby's mind does a deep dive into the pool of
humiliation. Toby stops crying and slides down off the Master's body until
it is all the way down on the floor, then kneels up, opens Derek's pants
and begins sucking his cock as a way of showing Derek how grateful it was
for the whipping it got. "Use your hands too, baby. That's why I set them
free."

One of the men watching the whole scene remarked that "Nothing feels better
than a blowjob from the faggot you just whipped." Another guy whose name
was Aragon leaned over and whispered a suggestion to Derek. Derek nodded in
agreement. As it was sucking its Master's cock, the countdown to the New
Year began, and just as the clock stroke twelve, Derek unloaded himself
into the slave's mouth and down its throat, then took his hand and ruffled
the slave's hair. Now what?

####

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.

I've chosen pictures of what Derek and Toby look like in my mind. I'll send
them to you if you ask.

subkodak25@gmail.com

Other Stories of Mine:
The Alex Chronicles
Sweet Subjugation
Tommy Loves His Sub

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