Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2023 16:18:04 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 22

TWENTY-TWO

Back at home, August has a few of his high school friends over, including
Derek . Eric, he notices, has a tight black band of leather around his
neck. Chuck and Freddie, former teammates of his, ask about what he's
wearing but Eric simply says it's something he saw in a magazine that he
ordered because it looked so good to him. "Makes you look like some kind of
submissive," says Freddie, half-joking, but then continues with another
question: "Who is she, this woman, who has you under her high heels?" Eric
blushes and pretends to laugh, simply responding that "nothing could be
farther from the truth," and "you'd not believe it if I told you what's
been going on," and then moves away from them before any more questions are
asked. Fortunately, Derek calls him over, which gives him a good excuse to
escape an uncomfortable situation.

August was watching this whole interchange from the other side of the room
while talking to Derek. When Eric joined them, Derek thanked them both for
helping with Toby. "I was afraid we were coming on too strong," August
admits. "Toby begged me not to make him go back to you guys again, so I
guess you did. Nonetheless, I'm grateful for what you did. It gave a
wake-up call that has benefitted the slave quite a bit." Derek reaches out
and touches Eric's collar. "It was brave of you to wear this here tonight,"
says Derek. "I was told that if I wanted be here tonight I had to wear it,"
he explains.

"August has taken over," he tells Derek. "Well then, I guess you're lucky
you're not naked," says Derek. "I think I would have been if you had Toby
here," Eric replies. "August was also affected by working on Toby. Now he's
become my Master in ways he never was before. I've become a total
slave. I'm still having some trouble getting used to it, but, as you know,
August is a damn fine Dom and he doesn't believe in sparing the rod. I'm
always sore now."

August smirks and tells Eric "I think I'd like you to be barefoot." Eric
hesitates a second and then just goes to his room to strip off his sneakers
and socks. He returns, clearly embarrassed. "You're lucky, boy, that I'm
not outing you, and that's only for Derek's sake," says August.

Eric says nothing but just drops his eyes. "Hey Derek, there are 9 guys
here. How many do you think are gay?" "Maybe everyone except Chuck and
Freddie, and I'm not really all that sure about Freddie. He seemed awfully
interested in my boy's collar." Derek turns to August. "So what do you
think? Are you going to out us? It's fine with me, but it's your house. You
call the shots, dude. As for me, I don't care what anyone knows." Derek
gives it some thought and then suggests they pass a couple joints and then
make a decision when everyone is mellow. So that's what they do.

About 45 minutes later, they're all sitting around in a haze and there's
some pothead music playing. August looks to Derek, who nods. "Hey Eric,"
says August, "it's getting warm in here. Take off your shirt." Eric simply
responds and some of the guys gasp because they see a couple welts across
the boy's back. . Freddie says, "Holy fuck! I was right. This dude is a
slaveboy now, for a guy! Shit, kid. I thought you'd have a lady dominatrix,
but you're actually a faggot slave?" Eric lowers his head and says
nothing. August goes for broke and orders Eric to strip completely and
kneel with his head in August's lap. Now everyone can see that it had had
its ass whipped as well.

"What the fucking fuck!" yells Chuck. "You guys are faggots?  Shit!" August
is quick to respond, pushing Eric's head down to his feet and pointing to
him. "This is the faggot," he says. I'm its caretaker."

"You put your dick in his mouth?" asks Chuck. "Whenever I want," replies
August, emboldened. "Take the slave in the other room and I'll have it suck
you off as well." "Fuck," says Chuck. I'm outta here you sick fucks!" He
goes to leave, expecting Freddie to go with him but Freddie tells him he's
hanging around. "Make the slave suck me off?" he asks August. August spins
Eric around. "Crawl inside with Freddie and do whatever the fuck he wants,"
he orders. Without another word, Eric follows after Freddie. "So you knew
about this?" asks Andrew, another friend. "Sure did," says Derek. "In fact,
I have a slave of my own back on campus. It's with its uncle for the night
while I'm here." "This party it turning out better than I thought it ever
could, he says, pulling Paul into his arms and giving him a kiss. "We're
together as well, but none of that kinky stuff." "Not yet, anyway," says
Paul.

Before long Freddie comes back inside with a satisfied look on his
face. "Damn, August, you've trained the boy very well. Best I ever
had. Better than any chick ever," he says. Derek tries to lighten the
atmosphere by joking around. "Then maybe you should go find yourself a sub
boy of your own," he tells Freddie. "Sure, dude. How the fuck do you do
that?" "Just luck, I guess. Like me. My roommate turned out to be
submissive and we're having a real good time experimenting with this stuff.

"Do you whip its ass like August does to Eric?" Freddie asks. "Of
course. Tonight, however, my slave is with its uncle who's preparing to
give it a good solid thrashing for the very first time." "fucking hot,"
says Carlos, speaking up for the very first time. I have a stepdad who
still beats my ass," he says. "I get off on it but don't dare let him know
or it will ruin all his fun. I make a big scene out of resisting him and
begging him to stop treating me like a child, but he insists as long as I'm
feeding off him and my mother, I'm subject to his discipline."

Derek turns to Freddie. "hey, Freddie, maybe Carlos needs someone his own
age to discipline him sometimes." Freddie gets real bold all of a sudden
when he sees Carlos looking at him with interest. "If you do, kid," he says
to Carlos, "lose the clothes and come sit down over here between my legs."
Carlos hesitates a good long while, but eventually strips down to his
briefs and goes to sit down, but Freddie stops him, reaching out and
pulling them off the embarrassed boy.

"Give me any trouble and I'll whip your ass harder than you Daddy does," he
says to Carlos. Suddenly this whole party has turned into a kinkfest, and
it seems that the only one who isn't benefitting from it sexually is Derek,
who is quite content to watch the shifting dynamics, knowing that his own
boyfriend/slave is in good hands tonight.


Speaking of whom, Toby is sitting on the floor next to Uncle Harry's chair
nibbling in a piece of pizza his uncle gave him. "Finish that up I'll give
you another, boy, but after supper you're getting your spanking from me so
give some thought as to how full you want your belly to be, boy." "One
slice will be enough. Thank you, Sir."

For years Toby has been fantasizing about his uncle's hands striking his
bare ass. Tonight it's going to really happen, but Toby is worried because
he's still so sore from getting the strap last night. Uncle Harry can see
the fear in the boy's eyes. "I know it will hurt more because you got the
strap last night, slave. Tough. Besides, I'm only using my hands, and
there's a lot more of you that did not get beat last night. Trust me to
take good care of you. After all, you fell asleep when you were supposed to
be doing a task I told you to do. All the more reason you get seriously
punished, slaveboy.

"Please, Sir, give this slave the punishment you think it deserves."

"Don't worry, I intend to. Clean up the kitchen again then come crawling
inside and get up over my knees and we'll get started, naughty lazy
slaveboy ."

This is a special time for Harry, the first time he's ever seen his nephew
naked and now the first time he'll ever deliver some corporal
punishment—something he often thought of doing when the boy was younger
but never followed through. Today will make up for all of it.  Toby crawls
to Harry and, trembling, gets himself up over Uncle Harry's knees. Harry
can tell how sore the slave's ass is, so he begins by caressing and rubbing
it with a gentle hand and delights in the fact that Toby is practically
purring. He spreads the slave's cheeks to see its asshole, knowing that
Derek has begun fucking the slave, probably every night. Harry smacks the
inside of the slave's cheeks, landing his hand directly over its hole and
that gets Toby squirming from embarrassment more than pain. Harry gets
started lightly peppering the boy's already sore ass and it doesn't take
much for the boy to be moaning loudly and occasionally crying out when a
slap lands in a particularly painful spot.

"I assume you've been trained to let your Master hear your reactions, not
to hold anything back, nor to act in any way." "Yes, Sir," the boy answers
with a grunt as Harry lands a blow right over the outline of a welt from
the strap last night. A few more well-placed blows have the boy crying out
now.

"This won't do," says Harry. "I'll spank you where you haven't been touched
yet. Flip over, slave!" Toby does so, bent over backwards in a strange
position. "Spread your legs as best you can," orders Harry, who then begins
slapping the slave's inner thighs, up and down, left and right, again and
again until they appear bright red and the boy is squirming and crying
out. Harry slaps the slave's balls a few times, which cause it to sit up on
Harry's lap, trying to protect itself. Harry speaks sternly. "Do not
deprive me of access to any part your body I want or I will get out my
strap after all," he threatens. "Kneel on the floor in front of me." Toby
obeys. "Hands behind your head."

Harry takes hold of one arm and begins flogging the boy's armpit with his
hand until it is fighting to get away again. He switches to the other, and
when he's finished with that, he begins laying blows over the boy's perky
nipple and surrounding area. Again and again he finds new places to mark up
with his hands. Eventually Toby stops hollering and begins sniffling. The
tears are about ready to fall again, especially as Harry practically turns
the slave's bare pubic area almost black and blue.

"That's right, baby. Never forget how I claim your body after all these
years. Never forget the pain I can give you and will give you if Derek ever
has reason to turn you over to me again for disciplining because he's
frustrated or disappointed with you." Now lay your tummy over my knees so I
can punish your back."

Toby is hurting all over his body now, and the hurt is even more painful
because dear Uncle Harry has just turned into a monster disciplinarian
sparing him no loss of dignity—Uncle Harry who had always been so kind
and gentle. Uncle Harry who now is showing the slave what it's like to be
thoroughly thrashed by a harsh Master. But the worst is yet to come.

"Readjust yourself, slave. Get that ass up over my knees again. I want a
final crack at it."

It turned out to be twenty cracks, harder than ever. Finally the slave had
given up screaming for mercy and when Harry was finished with the spanking
he rolled the boy off his lap and it tumbled to the floor, curled up, lost
in its sobbing and out of its mind.

Harry waited for things to calm down a bit, then said, "As far as I can
tell, you still have a lot of lines to write, slave. Get yourself over to
the pad and get back to work." Toby was shocked that no other reprieve was
given and not even the slightest touch of affection. Even its Master turned
affectionate after punishing it. Painfully, the slave made itself over to
the pad and, still hiccupping from all the sobbing, began once again to
write a lesson which it would never forget.

Meanwhile, Harry sat back and watched a movie, fighting the impulse to
comfort the slave. Toby needed to understand that their relationship had
just been redesigned, and for the first time in its life, the slave yearned
to get away from the man who had been its Uncle but now was its
tormentor. How it yearned to be back in Derek's arms! Tonight, however, it
would sleep alone on its uncle's floor beside his bed, sadly remember all
the times Uncle Harry would let him into his bed to snuggle when he was
feeling down. Those days are over, he figures.

After Toby showers, Sir comes to the bathroom door and speaks gently for
the first time. "Come inside, child, and sit on the carpet at my feet like
a good boy." A hope arose in Toby's heart that Uncle Harry might act like
"Uncle Harry" again, even if for just a little while. He went to sit by his
uncle, realizing that for years Uncle Harry had been training him to sit
this way, and that he had always enjoyed it, feeling younger and smaller
and less significant than this man he had idolized all of his life, and who
was not the man who called him "slave" and last night had beaten the living
daylights out of him.

Uncle Harry began to speak."You used to be a good boy, Toby, and now you
are learning how to be a good slave. I am convinced that this is the way
you have to live, the only way you will ever be happy, that in your slavery
you will find meaning and fulfillment and, yes, even love. I know that your
Master loves you, and I hope you realize that I will never stop loving you
either, despite the fact that clear lines now need to be drawn between you
and me. Yes, you are nephew, but more importantly, you are a slave and I
must respect your Master by regarding you in your new state in life.

But look at us now, baby: We're both spending time together the same way we
have for years now, myself on the couch and you at my feet, respectful and
obedient. Of course, now you are naked and collared and marked by corporal
punishment. So much like the past, but so much obviously changed. But know
this, Toby: I am still in your life, and I will always be in your life. I
will help your Master become the best Master he can possibly be and, when
necessary, I will do whatever is necessary to help you settle into your new
way of life. Find love in the pain you will experience, my dear child. Find
love in the pain a slave like you needs in order to be true to its
calling. Your slavehood is sacred, Toby, and it will take time yet before
you are able to understand what that means.

One final thing: your Master offered you to me as a personal sex slave this
weekend, but I decided that other things were more important right now than
you giving pleasure to my cock. The time will come when, perhaps, I will
demand that of you. But not now, Toby. I am well aware that you have lusted
after me in the past; therefore, I will not allow you to satisfy that
lustWhen the time comes that you can submit yourself to me strictly as an
act of humble submission the same way you will submit to any other man your
Master orders you to serve, then you will indeed have my cock buried in
some part of your body—for my pleasure, not for yours. I am a patient
man. I can wait for as long as it takes. I want you to think often of what
I am telling you now. I want you to grow into your slavery so deeply that
you will be able to serve me as if I were any other superior man your
Master commands you to service. Be a good slave, Toby.

Remember that I will always love you, but now I will love you because you
are Derek's slave and I'm quite fond of Derek. I couldn't have picked a
better Master for you myself. Remember that I am pleased beyond measure to
see you become the slave you've always needed to be."

####

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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