Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2023 16:56:51 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 18

EIGHTEEN

Nodding at Aragon, Derek ordered the slave to keep his cock in its mouth as
it softened. "That man was right, Toby. That blow job felt better than ever
before because I knew you were sucking my cock to show me how grateful you
were that I whipped your ass. But that's not enough to please me,
slaveboy. I want you to learn more about what it means to be my slave. I
have something else to give you now. Relax and take it."

And with that, Derek stood still for several seconds, then filled the boy's
mouth with piss and ordered it to swallow it. Toby freaked out. He spit out
the piss and turned away, wanting to get away from the whole scene,
forgetting that it was on a leash. Damn it! Toby reached up and got the
leash unhooked from its collar, and scampered through the crowd and into a
"safe room" and locked the door behind it. He didn't even get on the
bed. Still on the floor, it curled itself into fetal position and lay there
sobbing, positive that their relationship had just come to an end.

Meanwhile, Derek was standing there in shock and beating himself up
internally for getting far too carried away with all this. He really blew
it. He left them others standing there and left the building. He called
Uncle Harry.

"Uncle Harry, I just fucked up and the boy's in bad shape. I don't know
what I'm gonna do."

"Deep breaths, Derek. Slowly tell me what happened."

"We're at this NYE gathering. Lots of Doms and subs around. Toby cursed and
needed to be spanked. He was over my knee and guys around are shouting
encouragement and daring me to hit harder and I got carried away and I did
it but the boy didn't safeword. When it started crying, I stopped and used
my hands to soothe its ass. It slid off my lap and took out my dick and
started sucking, showing gratitude. So far, so good, I think."

"Perhaps. I'm concerned because in that type of atmosphere it's easy to get
your head worked over. It sounds like you were losing control. What
happened next?"

"Oh damn, thanks so much for remaining calm, Sir. Well, one of the guys
whispered a suggestion that I give the slave its first mouthful of
piss. And damn me, Uncle Harry, I did it. Fucked everything up."

"Uh-oh. How did Toby react?"

"He freaked out. Spit it all out and tried to crawl away as far as the
leash. Then it actually unhooked the leash and rushed through the place and
locked itself in one of the "safe rooms."

"Oh my! What's the arrangement with those rooms?"

"I'll be given a key to use when I want to."  "Don't, Derek, don't. Let the
boy calm himself down. He'll survive, I assure you. Right now he needs to
be alone. He's been like that with me before. You just make sure you're
right there waiting when he decides to come out, ready to apologize and
take him into your arms if he'll let you. follow his lead. and get the hell
away from that place. Get him some food. Bring him home. Don't try to get
him to talk or do anything else. Let him do what he needs, say what he
needs, whatever."

"I want so much to just hold him now," says Derek.

"Right now it's not about what you want. It's about what he needs, what he
decides. You may have lost him, but I think things will work out. Call
again if you need me and I'll come right up there."

"Okay, Sir. Thanks so much. I'll do just as you said."  Derek goes to the
room Toby is locked in. They give him a key to use if he wants. Derek just
kneels on the ground there at the door, silent, thinking over what Uncle
Harry told him, and waiting.

Meanwhile . . .

Eric screams out, "TWELVE!!!! Oh my God," flattening his naked body down
onto the bed, his ass and upper thighs striped by the cane August just beat
him with. August throws the cane on the floor and waits for the slave to
stop sobbing. Apparently, he and Eric have worked things out and now have
clearly defined roles in each other's life.  August finally walks to the
side of the bed. "Get your fucking mouth over here, faggot. Take my
piss. All of it."

Eric moves as quickly as he can and as soon as August's dick is in his
mouth he lets go, hearing the sounds of the slave's gulping with his eyes
downcast.

Finally, he finishes and pulls out of Eric's mouth. Eric collapses on the
floor and begins to kiss and lick August's feet. August speaks firmly but
quietly. "I'm bringing you back over to that man's house so you can strip
and show him how you were punished. And then you'll do anything he tells
you to do without hesitating." For the past couple weeks, August has been
sending his slave to friend's homes to clean them and do whatever else the
men wanted. This morning he went to a house and cleaned up after a
party. The owner made sexual advances and Eric, in a pissy mood, turned him
down and left. He immediately called August what happened. Hence the 12
strokes of a pretty substantial cane.

When finally he brings the sullen slave back to the scene of the crime and
has it strip so Kevin (that's the owner) could see the stripes. Kevin had
never seen such a thing, and lost any desire to use the boy that
day. August offered a rain check and they worked it out.

Back at the house, in the dungeon, August locked Eric in the cage he had
just bought. "that's where you'll enter the New Year. I'm not fucking
playing around any more. You fucking do what you're told or you get hurt
bad." Eric cried that he was sorry and promised to be more obedient. August
didn't reply. He just turned off the lights while going back upstairs.

He was having a few guys over to get stoned and watch videos, plenty of
snacks around. He had planned on using Eric as a "party favor." He called
his buddy Eugene, who agreed to bring a sub along to take Eric's
place. This kid was a real pro. They all had a great time. After the party
broke up, August kept the slut with him for the night. He wasn't gonna
sleep alone on New Year's Eve. Meanwhile, alone in the cage in the
basement, Eric kept changing his mind back and forth about submitting to
August as Master or getting the hell away from this relationship, maybe
even locating. Maybe even Berlin. At one point he stopped all the mental
masturbation and realized that he was locked in a cage on New Year's Eve,
his body aching from a severe caning because he had refused to give an old
man a blow job. Shit! He's living a perfect fantasy! So he jerked off, ate
it, wished himself a Happy New Year, and went to sleep.

Back at the party . . .

It took a good half-hour before the door to the room opened and Toby slowly
crawled out, not daring to stand, and there was Derek, waiting for him. He
went to Derek and bowed down, his head in Derek's lap. Derek stroked the
back of the slave's head, leaned over and said, "Baby, I'm so sorry for
getting carried away, please be okay. I want to take you home and just hug
you all night. Please be okay, baby."

Toby didn't say anything at all. It was obvious he'd been bawling his eyes
out. He reached his arms behind Derek and held him tightly for a while.
They both stood. Derek took Toby by the hand and without another word to
anyone, they left to go home. And Derek did to Toby what he promised Uncle
Harry he would do.

The boys had a lot to talk about and kept at it for the new few days except
for when the family had made plans. Both activities did them a world of
good: private, soul-baring conversation and public celebration with a
family that prided itself on its hugs and on having good times.  During
their chats, they both began to realize just how much "peer pressure" there
was in the D/s world on couples to fulfill certain "roles," to follow a
pre-determined map, to continually strive for deeper levels of dominance
and submission.

Toby also realized that he had caved in to the peer pressure by not calling
a safe word when Derek had spanked him far more severely than he had even
taken. Derek was actually ashamed at how far out of control he had gotten
and how he'd actually been encouraged to forget that Toby was a boy he
loved and see him as nothing but a toy to use for his own pleasure. As a
result of such honest communication, both of them agreed what they wished
to set their own course and not worry about whether or not it met with
certain standards or levels of commitment.

Once they reached this level of understanding, they decided to celebrate
and recommit to each other, and they had the most tender and beautiful
love-making session they had ever had before. Toby was uncaged, and, for
the first time in his life, Derek gave his boyfriend a loving blow job with
a promise of more to come. And with all that happening, they knew they were
ready to take a drive to the place Uncle Harry got for them.

####

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.

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The Alex Chronicles
Sweet Subjugation
Tommy Loves His Sub

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