Date: Tue, 14 Nov 2023 15:55:36 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 20

TWENTY

Harry drove, and the first thing he said to Derek was reassuring. "I want
you to know that I love Toby. I have always loved Toby. But I am not in
love with Toby and I never will be. I often thought of what I would
actually do to the boy when he came of age, but as soon as I laid eyes on
him today, naked and collared and kneeling, I realized that it wouldn't be
right for me to take advantage of the slave sexually."

"Are you surprised, Uncle Harry?"

"A little, but when I looked at the slave kneeling there, something shifted
and things became clear to me. Toby is a slave, totally. It has a Master
who owns it, totally. I was thinking that I would ask you if I could fuck
the slave . . . " Derek cut him off. "Uncle Harry, I'm giving it to you
tomorrow. You can do anything you want to it."

"No I can't. We have no idea what that would do to the slave's sense of
what it is, to whom it belongs. We could risk tearing the boy in
two. Listen, I'm speaking about the boy now, not the slave. He has always
idolized me and throughout high school had such a crush oh me that he would
do anything I wanted. I took advantage of that and managed to use him like
a submissive in all ways except sexual. I helped form him into what he
is—pliant and obedient and so so ready to be taken by the man who would
get to his heart. And you have done that. You have put the last piece into
place. You have claimed the slave for yourself. Listen, I know the boy
often wished I would break down and claim him as my slave in all ways, but
I held off. I wanted to see what would happen after he turned 18. But I
wasn't there on that day. You were. You were the one to break through. You
were the one to break my nephew. Now Toby is s slave. I am still its uncle,
but my role is going to be quite different; I can see that now."

"What is that role, Sir?"

"I am there for you as a mentor when you need me. I know I took the lead
tonight. I knew that you would not be able to punish the slave the way it
needed to be because you didn't really understand why it deserved it so
badly. But, Derek, you were the one who whipped its ass more than it has
ever been whipped before. The pain it feels now came from its Master. I
only urged you on, and showed you about writing lines. I did my job. I
fulfilled my role. From this point on I only relate to the slave through
you. I will offer anything you need, I will guide you so that you can
become the Master I've always wanted the boy to have. It doesn't matter to
me that I'm not the Master. I'm still the Uncle. But Toby has an uncle who
believes very strongly in the fact that slaves need constant humiliation
and discipoine so they can remember what they are. Make any sense to you?"

"yes, Sir, but I guess I'll always feel badly, that I've taken something
away from you that you deserved to have for yourself."

"I already told you, Derek: I'm not in love with Toby. YOU are. And Toby is
in love with you. Toby will probably always be in awe of me, but I imagine
things will change when the slave begins to see me as a mainly a
disciplinarian. I wouldn't be surprised if the slave is cursing me out as
it keeps writing its lines."

"Are you really going to make it write a thousand lines?"

"The slave will spend some time at the task tomorrow, but I'll let it off
the hook at some point. Meanwhile, let it keep thinking that it has to
write all 1000."

Derek chuckles. "Maybe I can let it exchange some pages for another Ben Gay
treatment."

Harry chuckles as well as they get out of the car and enter the restaurant.

Meanwhile, back at the cottage, one young slaveboy with a very red and
purple rear end, still throbbing, has to keep wiping its eyes because tears
kept falling on the pages it was writing. Good thing it's using a
pencil. Ink would have made a big mess being mixed with its tears. The
humiliating thing about the entire ordeal it suffered tonight was having
its ass whipped in front of its Uncle Harry, and Uncle Harry was
encouraging its Master to lay the strap more forcibly across its screaming
ass flesh.

Over dinner, Harry told Derek a lot about Toby when he was growing up, how
his parents were so unappreciative of his accomplishments, especially
academic. "This always puzzled me," he said, "because Toby was really an
awesome kid, super smart, head of his class, and he never let us know
anything about how so many of the guys in his class disliked him or
outright bullied him. At home he was quiet—too quiet, maybe—and kept
most things to himself. I remember when I first held him in my arms, how I
felt a special love for him, how much I worried about how callous my
brother could be at times and what effect it would have on the child. I
spent as much time around them as I could. We never talked about my being
gay—back then, it was seldom spoken about in many families, no matter
how obvious it must have been to some. Even as a toddler, Toby idolized
me. Whenever I was with them he was constantly coming over to me to show me
things, starving for attention. I realize now that its parents virtually
ignored it. In grade school, Toby would bring its report cards to me and
I'd always make a fuss over them and invent some special kind of treat to
celebrate with him. Eventually, he never even showed them to Bob and Lisa
and they never ever asked. As he got older, they took advantage of every
chance to have him spend his time with me. that was fine with me, except
that it cut into my social and sex life, but it was a sacrifice I would
easily make.

"He died for positive attention and affirmation and I really think that is
at the basis of his strong submissiveness. I began to realize that he would
do anything to win praise from me, and I deliberately took advantage of it
mainly because it made him so happy to know he had pleased me---and I sure
did let him know it! As he got into Middle School, I realized that it was
easy to push him gently so find out what he would consent to and what he
would resist—nothing sexual, mind you, there was never anything like
that at all—but I'd try to push him a bit beyond his comfort zone to see
what would happen. Either he'd succeed, or if he couldn't, he'd really be
upset until I had a chance to speak to him about it. Mostly I pushed him to
be more social, but I always realized that he was happiest when it was just
the two of us alone, even if we weren't both doing the same thing. Just the
presence kept him calm and content."

"I get what you're saying, Uncle Harry. Sometimes I know that he wouldn't
object to just the two of us being alone even if we had nothing to do. A
lot of times now I order the slave to grovel for long periods of time, and
as long as I'm there with him, it's like he goes into a trance."

"I'm not surprised. And so, Derek, you're now there to continue the slave's
education in ways that I resolved never to do. Actually, I'm
relieved. Relieved that the slave's in good hands, and also relieved that
you are well aware of how much you still have to learn. I simply encourage
you to continue learning, asking questions, seeking out mentors who are not
brutal. And please contact me any time of day or night with anything at
all, just like you did on New Year's Eve."

"Yes, Sir, and thank you again for that. Everything worked out fine thanks
to the advice you gave me. And I learned a lot at the same time about when
I needed to let go of the controls a bit and let him just be a little boy."

They spoke about many other things during the meal, things that don't have
anything to do with Toby, so we won't go into any of that. One thing they
did not talk about---interesting, indeed—was about what Harry would do
with the slave on Saturday when he had the boy all to himself. Derek had
let him know that he could take anything he wanted from the slave, but
Harry indicated that he was not interested in anything more sexual than
keeping the boy naked and another spanking the next evening. He also let
Derek know that he had a 24/7 slave living with him for several months now
and that so far, things were going well. He gave a brief summary of his own
bdsm activities, most of which were limited because of all the time Toby
was staying with him, and Toby was more important than any of that. Now
that Toby is being well taken care of, however, Harry was giving serious
consideration to a more permanent Master/slave relationship and that is why
he's testing out a possible candidate.

"What happens while you're here with us?" asks Derek. "Does the guy get
time off?"

"No. It happens that the sub (I don't call him slave yet) has a family
wedding all weekend. That's why I decided we could get together now. Very
convenient all around."

After an enjoyable dinner and conversation, Derek was quite pleased about
the way they were getting to know one another, the things he had learned
about Toby's background, advice that Harry gave him about raising and
training the slave, and the prospect of future assistance and guidance from
"Uncle Harry"---who was now indeed becoming a true "Uncle Harry" to him
since he was relinquishing his role as "Uncle Harry" in Toby's life—for
the slave's own good..

As they drove back home, Harry found himself thinking about how he was
going to withdraw from Toby's life even though Toby wouldn't understand
that he not abandoning the boy but rather getting things in their proper
place in the hierarchy: He and Derek were on one level and the slave was,
after all, a slave now. The old uncle/nephew relationship could not remain
the way it was. This is why, in fact, that Harry jumped at the chance to
act more like a disciplinarian now than the cuddly old uncle that Toby
could curl up with on bad nights.

When they got home, they found the slave struggling to remain comfortable
as it was still writing somewhat on its knees. Derek immediately ordered
the slave to grovel, relieving it of some of its physical distress. Harry
picked up the pages the slave had completed—there were more than he
would have expected, but obviously there was a long way to go in the
assignment which was nearly impossible to complete. Harry quickly excused
himself, thanking Derek for a wonderful conversation. They briefly hugged
and then Harry deliberately left without addressing anything to the
slave. This was the way it was going to be. The sooner the slave realized
its place in Harry's life had drastically shifted, the better.

Derek let Toby sit up on the floor and he ran his fingers through the
slave's head. Toby breathed deeply and started to cry. "Go ahead. Let it
out, boy," Derek said and sat back to watch the slave as it began bawling
and trying to say how sorry it was. Derek had it stand up and he comforted
it with one of his hugs, the very things which Toby was already addicted
to. His hugs always relieved the boy's anxiety and made him feel safe and
treasured, more than anyone's hugs ever had, and of course, Uncle Harry
hadn't hugged him at all since he turned 13 and now it seemed like Uncle
Harry would never hug the slave again.

"Master, your slave needs to use the bathroom, please." "Just pissing?"
"Yes, Master." Derek had a bright idea. "follow me," he commanded, and went
to the back door in the kitchen, opened the door and looked outside to
assure there was enough privacy. "Go ahead," he said, gesturing into the
back yard. "Might as well do it this way while we have the chance. I wanna
see you piss like a dog outside, boy. Raise your back leg and piss on the
ground."  . . .

When August made Toby piss outside, it was angry and resentful. This time,
however, when Derek made it do the same thing in an even more humiliating
position even though he had told the slave he wouldn't make it piss
outside, Toby simply obeyed, grateful for the chance to prove to the Master
that it willingly accepted this humiliation. It was the right
thing. Secretly, it wondered if this would also happen when they were in
their new home. It wasn't really very late. Derek sat down to watch a TV
show he enjoyed. He had the slave remove his shoes and socks and show its
Master how grateful it was for the way it was being trained. Toby begged to
drink some water. Derek gave permission. Right away, with no hesitation,
the slave crawled over to the water bowl and took a drink, then crawled
back to lick its Master's feet.

Toby was continually experiencing how much things were changing in its life
as its Master and even its Uncle were treating it like the slave it was
becoming. It had been severely whipped and its ass was still throbbing from
the pain; it had been forced to spend a supper-less evening writing lines
like a naughty school boy, and then worst thing of all, when its uncle came
back with its Master, they said goodnight to each other affectionately but
its Uncle Harry didn't even acknowledge its presence other than to pick up
and take a look at the pages it had filled with writing. This was a painful
cut. Things would never again be the same between him and his uncle. And
now, it was doing what it was required to do so very often, licking the
Master's feet, sucking His toes and cleaning between them while the Master
relaxed and enjoyed the television. How it wished it could lie on the couch
with its head in Derek's lap! But apparently it was not meant to be.

Finally, Derek got up and went into the bedroom, ordering the slave to
close the tv and turn off the lights and crawl after him. When it came into
the room, the Master was stripping off his own clothing and then sat on the
end of the bed. "Suck my cock for a while, boy." And as Toby sucked Derek's
cock, Derek told him how pleased he was (always giving affirmation after
what Harry told him), and how he wished to get a good report from Uncle
Harry when he came back to pick up the slave on Sunday morning. Derek had
been planning to fuck the slave but the blow job was feeling so good that
he decided to let the slave bring him to orgasm and swallow him down and
clean off his dick. Then he decided to try something that Uncle Harry had
told him about on New Year's Eve, a way to begin piss-training the
slave. Derek felt it was important to begin doing this right away after
what had happened, and it's been happening ever since. He got up to go to
the bathroom and snapped his fingers. The slave followed him inside. Then
Derek made the slave hold his dick while he was pissing and to look very
closely at the piss as it came out of the head of the Master's cock. Once
he was finished, he decided to take things one step further, that tonight
would be a good time to take advantage of how low the slave was being
treated. He ordered the slave to take the tip of his cock in its mouth
again and to use its tongue to clean his piss slit after he was finished
pissing. The slave tensed up but did not hesitate to obey. "There, that's a
good faggot, cleaning its Master's dick. It knows its place. That makes me
very happy," he says, then takes his dick out of the slave's mouth and goes
back to the bedroom. He orders the slave to brush its teeth and then follow
him inside.

He gets up on the bed and orders the slave to come into his arms as
well. The slave is rewarded with a deep and wet kiss while the Master
enjoyed the minty taste of its mouth. Derek spoke affectionately to the boy
and the boy soaked it up, as desperate it was for affection, giving thanks
that Derek is the one who will feed its need. Derek had many wonderful
things to say to praise the boy for the way it was learning its place and
learning the difficult lessons Derek wanted it to learn.

"After I leave here in the morning and you are alone with Uncle Harry,
don't forget that you're no longer his cherished nephew but rather a
beginner slave and that Uncle Harry has my consent to do anything he wants
to you, anything at all. If he wants to continue teaching your more about
being a slave, make sure you learn well.

"The most important thing of all, sweetheart, is that you realize that it's
impossible to go back to things being the same with Uncle Harry as they
used to be. He is a Master. You are a faggot slave. That is the way things
are, and that is the way things will continue to be. Do you understand me,
baby?"

"Yes, Master." "Good boy. I love you, Toby." "Please, Master, please never
stop loving me." Derek puts his fingers to the slave's lips to quiet it
down and then kisses it on the forehead. "Roll over," he says. "I'll be the
big spoon." And, lying like that, they fall asleep.

####

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

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The Alex Chronicles
Sweet Subjugation
Tommy Loves His Sub

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