Date: Sun, 12 Nov 2023 20:23:36 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 19

NINETEEN

Needless to say, Toby is a nervous wreck. Hug after hug after hug didn't
help. Derek was seriously thinking of spanking the boy to calm him down. On
the way to Uncle Harry Derek tried to distract him by talking about moving
into the cottage and all the things they would need to get. But the closer
he got, the more silent Toby became. Finally Derek just left him alone to
stew in his thoughts.

As they pull up the dirt road to the cabin, Uncle Harry is standing in the
doorway with a big smile on his face. As soon as Derek stops the car, Toby
rushes out the door and into Uncle Harry's arms and he starts crying from
relief, saying how much he missed him and how sorry he was . . . . " Harry
just kept holding the boy. He winked at Derek and said, "I know." The two
stood there for a good long time. Derek brought their things into the cabin
and put them in an empty bedroom. When he went back outside, Uncle Harry
was wiping Toby's face with a large green bandanna. "So that's the first
time I've touched you since you turned 13. Was it good enough?" Toby just
laughed. "18 now, sir. You can touch whatever you want."

They walk into the house and Harry gives them a quick tour of the simple
two-bedroom cottage and has them sit in the kitchen as he offers them bowls
of the chili he has simmering on the stove. "Toby, please get the sour
cream," he says and Toby immediately moves to obey; Derek looks at Harry
who nods to him. Toby puts the sour cream on the table and Harry says,
"Good boy." Toby blushes. "Thank you, Sir." "You've always been a good boy,
Toby." Harry turns to Derek, "is he being a good boy for you too, Derek?"

"Of course. I've only had to punish him once."

"Speaking of punishment . . . . Toby . . . when should I spank you? So
Derek can watch or tomorrow when it's just you and me?" Toby instinctively
looks at Derek. "what would you prefer, Sir?" Derek reaches out to muffle
the boy's hair. "Why don't you leave it for tomorrow? I think it should
just be between the two of you." "Yes, Sir."

"One other thing, if you don't mind, Derek: Would you leave me a key to the
cage it's locked into? I want to see the boy's dick now that he's 18."
Derek takes off the rawhide from around his neck; the key's attached. "I
figured you would want this." Now Toby is smiling.  The sub cleans up after
lunch while Derek and Uncle Harry sit on the porch talking and getting
better acquainted. It feels strange to be doing this chore while he has
clothes on, but he guesses that Uncle Harry's going to make a big thing out
of stripping him to see him naked for the first time. He's been thinking of
this for years now and at last it's going to happen. He's always wanted to
get naked with him and serve him. Even at 50 years of age, Uncle Harry is
hot! Like a hot construction worker, dirty boots and all! He's really glad
that his uncle is going to take off the cage, because he wants to be hard
right now more than ever before.  Uncle Harry calls Toby out onto the porch
and to bring each of them a beer. Toby takes two cold bottles from the
kitchen and hands them to Derek and Uncle Harry.

"Are you usually standing up when you hand Derek a drink?" Uncle Harry
asks. "No, Sir," and Toby starts to kneel down. "No need for that now,
Toby," says Harry, "but I'd like you to get barefoot now," and so Toby
knows it's all beginning. The unveiling. Toby always hated that his uncle
waited until he was 18 for there to be any sexual contact, but finally the
wait is over. He removes his flip flops and stands still again. "Turn
around facing out into the woods and take off your t-shirt over your
head. Keep it in your hand." Toby obeys. "Now turn around so I can see your
chest and your nipples." Toby is enjoying every second of this. It's even
better than anything he ever fantasized about. "Fold up the t-shirt nicely
and put it on that table over there. You won't need it until Sunday."

"So!" thinks Toby. "Nude all weekend. Awesome!" For a second, Toby thinks
about how Tom Sawyer used to run around naked when he lived with his
Pa. "Put your hands behind your back, boy." Toby is a little embarrassed
having to expose his smoothly-shaved pits. "How often do you have to shave
them?" Harry asks Derek. "Only about once a month or so. But I'm just
guessing. He got shaved over Thanksgiving Weekend, so it's been a month
now. Still not much growth." Toby lowers his head, a bit ashamed he didn't
have more to show his Master. (As if he had any control over it!) "You're
built well, nephew. You'd fetch top dollar at a slave market. Maybe I'll
traffic you somewhere in the Middle East if we get tired of you." (Damn!
Uncle Harry likes to exaggerate just like Derek, just to turn him
on. . . . . . it's working.)

Uncle Harry leans over to ask Derek a question. "Just the shorts," Derek
answers. "Okay, then. We're at the last step. Lose the shorts, slaveboy,
but with your back to me again." Down they come. Uncle Harry turns to
Derek. "Well, well, that's a right damn spankable ass! Try to keep it sore
all the time." Derek speaks to Toby: "Turn around and face your uncle,
boy." Toby does. "Spread your legs the way I've been making you do, boy."
Toby spreads. Uncle Harry stands up and walks over to Toby. He's 5 inches
taller than Toby so Toby feels cowed by him, just as usual. Uncle Harry
bends down a bit and reaches for Toby's scrotum. He wraps it in his fist
and pulls down a bit.

This is the time Uncle Harry has ever touched the boy's bare flesh. Harry
pulls and squeezes until toby has to bend his knees a bit. "Now stay right
there," Harry orders as he lets go. He turns to Derek. "This is a good
stretch position, painful to hold for too long. Let's see how long he can
hold it." Toby tightens up his face from the effort and it gets red before
finally he has to give up and moves his legs together. "Not bad, boy," says
Harry, who turns to Derek, "it's also fun to hang weights from its
balls. I'll show you a few of them later."

"It's an interesting look you have, boy, shaved bare everywhere, especially
where your pubes would be if you were a free man, with your dick locked in
a cage too. It's clear you're made to serve, under the lash if
necessary. Derek, I'll let you know the next time I hear of a charity
auction," says Harry. "What's that, Uncle Harry?" asks Derek. "Oh yes. It's
a mock slave auction. Masters volunteer their boys to be auctioned off for
the evening. Usually raises a lot of money. I'd bet this slave would raise
a bundle. Of course, that means you'll have to be comfortable of some other
man taking your boy home for the night, planning to use it. Maybe we can
work out a scheme sometime when you put your boy on the auction block and I
outbid everyone else to bring it home with me. Would cost me a lot of
money, but it's for an important cause, anyway."

"What's the cause?" asks Derek.

"the © Trevor Project" which helps homeless gay teens. "(Note: this is a
legitimate charity. Check it out.)

Meanwhile, Toby is now standing there naked, just waiting for what's to
happen next and thinking about the slave market idea which seems like a big
turn-on. "do you mind if I give the boy some juice to drink?" asks Uncle
Harry. "Sure, be my guest. whatever you want is fine with me," answers
Derek. So Harry gets a bowl out of the cabinet, pours some apple juice into
it and lays it on the floor. "Go for it, boy," he says. And so for the
first time in front of his uncle, the slaveboy gets down on the floor and
slurps up juice from the bowl.  Uncle Harry watches him and remarks to
Derek, "I'm impressed. It knew exactly what to do and did so with no
hesitation." "We crossed that bridge a while ago," explains Derek. "It was
resistant at first and even got angry about it, but now it's broken to
it. One thing at a time, I guess." "Very good, Derek," answers Harry. "Toby
is relatively easy to train. I've been cultivating its submissiveness since
it was in middle school. Toby's already a good obedient boy. Now that he's
in college I wouldn't be surprised if there will be other
challenges. Please don't hesitate to call if you ever need any advice or
mentoring. Good Masters are made, not born. Those of us who are experienced
are always willing to help out someone who is genuinely trying to
learn. After all, Derek, as I'm sure you're discovering,

Masters have to be trained just like slaves do. It's just a question of
circumstances."

"I just have to learn not to get too hasty or enthused about pushing
something that the slave isn't ready for yet."

"As happened on New Year's Eve, correct?" "Yes, Sir." "Tell me, Derek, did
you ever punish the slave for its behavior that night?" "No, Sir, as far as
I'm concerned it was all my fault, so I've just let things slide. We had a
good talk about things, about what we expect from this relationship, about
peer pressure from other Doms, about limits and boundaries. A lot of good
came out of that big mistake. So it all worked out."

"But you're missing something very important, Derek. Something that has to
be addressed."

"What do you mean, Uncle Harry?"

"I'll show you. Toby: kneel up, put your hands behind your head, and look
into my eyes." Toby responds obediently, of course. "I have a couple of
questions for you. Tell me, do you have safe words or gestures?"

"Yes, Uncle Harry. Yellow and red. Stamping its feet if this slave is
bound."

"So then, when your Master pissed in your mouth, did you use one of those
ways of communicating."

"I was so shocked I just spit it out,. It was a reflex." says Toby.

"That part doesn't concern me, boy. After you spit out your Master's piss,
did you safe word at that point so the two of you could have a time out to
discuss what happened?"

"No, Sir. this boy just rushed into a safe room as quickly as it could."

"But you were leashed. How did you get away from the Master so easily?"

"Um...it was easy to unclip the leash."

"So you tried to get away from your Master, took it upon yourself to unclip
the leash the Master put on your collar, and then made your escape. Is that
what happened?"

Toby knows this is going to be a problem. His demeanor changed and he looks
like a recalcitrant young kid. "Yes, Uncle Harry, that is what happened."
He doesn't dare say anything more.

"And did you do what you were trained to do---I mean, did you use a safe
gesture at any point in this incident?"

The slave really hangs its head now. "No, Uncle Harry. Never used a
safety."

Uncle Harry turns to Derek. "I see a number of things here which warrant
serious punishment. Not the spitting—I can well understand that because
the two of you had never discussed something like that happening before it
happened. But then, rather than using the means you had given the slave to
indicate there was a problem, the slave in essence abandoned you, abandoned
the training it had received, and actually took it upon itself to unbind
what you had bound. Then raced away."

"When you put it that way, Uncles Harry, there was a lot wrong."

"Yes there was, Derek. So what you have to understand that it is vitally
important that any slave be punished for those sorts of things, punished
severely so that such things never happen again. I understand that you had
to take preventive measures to help the slave calm down, and I'm sure that
the conversations you two had were very helpful for the both of you. But
now that the event is in the past and that things have calmed down
considerably, now is the time to revisit the episode and see if there is
anything that must be done to modify the slave's behavior in such a way
that it will remember the next time there is a crisis what would be the
best way to act. This is important, Derek. Without suitable punishment, the
slave has not learned its lesson in the only way most slaves can ever learn
a lesson, and that is under the lash. Do you understand what I'm getting
at?"

"Wow. There's so much to learn."

"That's true, Derek, so please be patient with yourself. Nonetheless, there
is obviously a reason why your slave needs to pay the price for its
arrogant attempt to escape from you so that it never happens again."

"this weekend, sir?"

"Yes. We might as well. Like I said, it is important that this lesson be
taught now that things have calmed down. ."

"Excellent, Uncle Harry. thanks so much for your wisdom and your help,"
replies Derek. "I'll definitely make sure the slave learns never to do
anything like that again."

Through all of this, Toby was on the floor. Eventually the boy decided that
it would be appropriate to be groveling while Master and Uncle had a
discussion about its behavior and why it deserved to be severely
punished. Toby wasn't feeling fear about the punishment because the sense
of deep humiliation was pounding within the slave's being, once again being
talked about but not talked to about its behavior and about its need to be
punished were discussed by the free men who seemed to think of it as a
naughty pet needing firm control and discipline so it would behave better
in the future. Apparently it was going to be whipped into submission.

Finally, Derek looked down at Toby. "Crawl inside and get the Ben Gay out
of my backpack. Bring it back here." Sadly, Toby slinked away to fetch the
hated tube of torture and brought it back to Derek. "You know what to do,"
he said to the slave. "All over the balls and the taint and your
asshole. Use a lot. Then squat. Wipe your hands dry in your hair."
Trembling, he did what Derek ordered and then squatted. for some reason,
this position made things even more painful because all it']s private
spaces were open to the air. Before long, tears fell down its cheeks.

Uncle Harry sat back and watched. "This is now a regular aspect of its
discipline," said Derek. "I can think of something else the slave could do
while riding the pain," said Uncle Harry. "What's that?" "Lines. Lines and
lots of them. In fact, I suggest that you and I go out to dinner, Derek,
and leave the slave behind writing lines. Hold on and I'll get paper."

A little while later, Uncle Harry returned carrying a stack of white ruled
paper and two mechanical pencils. "There are 25 lines on each page and 40
pages. That makes 1,000 lines." He pulls one of the chairs back from the
table. "You will kneel before this chair and write 1000 times, `I will
never remove Master's leash from my collar again.' That should help you
remember next time you're tempted to do so." Derek looks at Uncle Harry
approvingly. "Wow. Creative. Humiliating. Hopefully instructive. What a
wonderful idea." Uncle Harry says "there are many ways to punish a slave
without marking up its body. However, I suggest 20 lashes with that strap
will keep its ass as warm on the outside as it is on the inside. Especially
taxing for a slave to have to write lines while its ass is on fire from a
whipping." "Would you like to do the honors, Uncle Harry?" "No, Derek. You
should be the one to deliver the pain of the beating. I've got my own
spanking to do tomorrow and it will hurt all the more because of getting
whipped with the strap tonight." "Sounds good."

Suddenly, Derek kneels down on the floor in front of the squatting weeping
slave and says gently. "We're going to punish you, baby, because we want
the best from you. Not the best for you, but the best from you. We are
punishing you so that you will be better behaved and we will get more
satisfaction from you. that is your purpose: to give satisfaction to
superior men. And for the purposes of this whipping, I am taking away your
safe words. You will simply take the beating and howl out your pain like
that naughty slave you've been."

Harry comes back and hands Derek the vicious looking strap with a handle at
one end. Harry holds the slave in wheelbarrow position with its hands on
the ground to hold it up. "This is a good punishment position because the
slave must keep itself up with its hands and can't use them to rub its
ass."

And so, Derek begins. And this is true punishment. By the end, Toby is
screaming and sobbing and crying out "I'm sorry" over and over again and
its ass is a deep dark shade of red from all the welts from the
strap. After that, Derek gently helps the boy get back on its knees so it
can tend to writing the lines. He puts a bowl of water on the
floor. "You'll have no supper tonight. Write those lines while your uncle
and I go have a nice dinner for ourselves. When we get back, you'll
probably still be writing. Don't you dare fall asleep."

"Yes, Master," the slave whimpers. Derek and Harry put on their boots and
head out, leaving the miserably punished slaveboy behind to tend to its
task.

####

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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.

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