Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2023 10:46:43 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 23

TWENTY-THREE

The more Harry spoke, the deeper Toby felt itself sinking into a state of
slavery such as it had never imagined possible It was no longer a favorite
nephew; it had become property owned by a Master whom Harry respected. So
much had been stripped from it and it was grateful, feeling encumbrances
were being removed so that it could be free to be nothing more than Derek's
slave, and any good thing it would ever enjoy in its life henceforward
would come to it from its Master.

As it sat there at "Sir's" feet, the slave began imagining what it would be
like to be fucked by this man for whom it has once lusted, but fucked not
for its own pleasure, rather simply to be used as the faggot slut it was
becoming. It didn't seem like this would ever be possible, but one thing
Toby was learning through all of this is that it no longer had and way of
understanding what was, and what wasn't, possible in the life of a slave.

Harry stood up and kicked the slave's balls, which jostled it out of its
head tripping and brought it back into the present. "Crawl inside and make
our breakfast. Six scrambled eggs and three pieces of crisp bacon. As a
reward to you for being such a good boy, I will allow you a piece of bacon
in your bowl on the floor. Put your measure of eggs and bacon in the bowl
yourself and lay it on the floor. When I start eating you may put your face
in your bowl and begin eating as well.

:When I'm done, clean the kitchen then grovel at the door awaiting your
Master's return. I'll have nothing more to say to you. If, in the future,
you feel a need to communicate with me, speak to your Master about it
because henceforth direct communication with me is strictly forbidden. I
don't make it a habit to converse with other men's slaves."

Wow, did that sting! He'd gone from being a favorite nephew to being an
"other man's slave." With that past statement, Toby's past history with his
uncle was taken from him and locked in an iron trunk forever. As Toby
crawled into the kitchen, it tried to keep as much of its body as possible
as close to the floor it could, feeling very much pressed into the ground
by Sir's boot over its body and its spirit. And oh, how it yearned for
Derek to return!

Harry was true to his word. Breakfast was eaten in silence, and after Sir
was finished he simply got up and went inside, leaving the slave to its
tasks. Toby cleaned up very slowly. Its head was spinning with all the
things it had been told. He kept trying to slow it down by repeating the
word "slave" over and over again as a mantra, as he'd been doing many times
recently, and it helped. Finally the kitchen was spotless. Toby groveled be
the door and by now that position helped calm the slave down as it settled
into the reality of its new identity. The slave felt free down
there. Nothing to be concerned with. No need to keep rehashing in its head
the things Sir had told it about its new way of life. Groveling naked on
the floor, its masochistic body marked in so many places by the beating it
had received last night, waiting for Derek's return, simply waiting in
eager anticipation, all this was a contemplative experience this morning.

Before long—Toby really didn't realize how much time had passed—the
sound of an approaching car could be heard. Toby's heart began to race. He
heard a man get out of the car, close the door, and walk up the steps to
the cabin. Toby's breath quickened. The man opened the door and his slave
immediately recognized his scent and began to tremble. "Just look at you
down there, baby, humbled and marked up and so beautiful. Kneel up,
slaveboy, and I'll help you stand. I missed holding you in my arms." The
voice was like a healing balm poured over his slave. Soon the Master took
the slave's hand and helped it to stand and gently, because he wasn't sure
just how sore the slave was at this point, Derek embraced the one he loved
and smiled with joy as the boy simply collapsed itself into his arms and
quietly wept.

Derek gently ran his hand down the boy's back. Only two places were sore
enough to make the slave whimper and Derek quickly learned to avoid
them. "I missed my boy. Mom and Daddy missed him as well. They're having a
special "welcome back" dinner tonight. You know, I think they missed you
almost as much as I did." They stood there together and Derek didn't let go
until Toby looked up at him and opened his mouth to receive his kiss and
drink from him. He broke the kiss. "Be a good boy and go inside and get
your clothes to wear home. Bring them here and I'll help you get
dressed. No need to crawl."

This is the first time the slave walked upright in over 24 hours. It
quickly came back with the s-shirt and shorts Derek had dressed it in on
Friday afternoon when they left to come here. He took the shorts and held
them open so the slave could step into them gingerly, because its inner
thighs were black and blue and very sore. Derek pulled them up, making sure
the waistband of the shorts would not be a problem. then he took the
shirt. "Raise your arms for me, boy," he ordered and quickly saw how
bruised the slave's armpits were, almost badly as its inner thighs. Derek
made a mental note to stop at a pharmacy on the way home for some pain
meds. Shirt on, Derek told the slave to go wait by the car, still
barefoot. "I've got something for your feet in the car. I'll only be a
minute." Toby went outside while Derek went looking for Harry inside so he
could thank him and say goodbye. "I told the slave among other things that
it is no longer allowed to speak with me directly. Only through you. I'm
sure that in time the slave will benefit from the time we spent together
and from what I tried to teach it. For a while, it's mind will
preoccupied. Be patient. It's in delicate condition now. In the long run,
everything will slip into place. I believe I'm returning it to you much
more ready for the subjugation it needs right now. Enjoy the rest of your
vacation. Please say hi to Mack and Cindy for me." Harry also handed Derek
a small glass jar filled with a powdery substance. "Give it a warm
bath—not too hot—and pour this into the water. It will help the
slave's recovery from the spanking I gave it last night." Derek was tempted
to say something about the severity of that "spanking"—the word
"brutality" was on his mind---but he thought it better not to react right
now to what he saw when he looked at Toby after the slave stood up. He left
without another word, helped Toby into his car and drove off.

Toby was pretty quiet on the ride home and Derek simply let things be.
"Please don't hold back anything from me, baby. This is safe space. You may
share anything you need to say or nothing at all. I'll not judge."

The first thing Toby had to say broke Derek's heart. "I used to love Uncle
Harry with all my heart and soul. Now I'm afraid of him. He wasn't my uncle
any more. He's just a Master determined to break me down low. I'd hate to
be his slave."

"You're not his slave, Toby. You're my slave. Let me gentle you for a
couple days, okay?"

"Gentle me? What does that mean?"

"Whatever you want it to mean. Let me spoil you. Let me help you recover
from whatever happened with Harry. I'm sorry I gave you to him, I think. I
want to make it up to you. Don't be afraid to ask for anything at all,
baby. Let me coddle my slaveboy because I love him."

"Master, can your slaveboy suck your cock? Please?"

"As soon as we home if that's what you want the most."

"No, please, Master. Now? It will be like medicine for me, please, Master?"

"so needy, child. Here. Let me pull off into that clearing. Keep your head
down." Derek parks the car and begins to open his pants. Toby eagerly helps
and is actually glad that Derek isn't already hard. He wants to feel his
soft cock grow hard and strong in his mouth once again. He needs his
Master's dick. He's even drink the Master's piss if he asked.

Derek puts his hand on the slave's head but doesn't apply any
pressure. Toby quickly gets him hard and then eagerly begins to suck him
deep into his mouth, so far down that he gags a bit then backs off. "No
gagging, slave. Just pleasure for your mouth and my dick. Lots of
tongue. toy with my crown and lick my slit. That's right, baby . . . make
love to my dick, boy. That's what you're here for. That's why I want to
keep you for ever." The slave knew for sure that wasn't the only reason,
but it loved it when Derek spoke "kinky."

Toby stopped moving and just held Derek's cock in its mouth, gently teasing
it with its tongue. "You are such a faggot," Derek said
affectionately. "Having a cock in your mouth calms you down and makes you
happy." "Having YOUR cock in my mouth makes me happy, Master, because it's
you this slave loves. Don't know much about other cocks yet other than
August's and Eric's, and those never made me happy the way yours does
because they were mean to me."

Derek gave some thought to exactly what it meant, "mean to me."

Apparently, Harry had been pretty mean over the weekend, at least judging
from the bruises and marks on his boy's body. He decided to pursue the
matter, but not until after this blow-job-on-the-side-of-the-road. "Come
on, slave, put that mouth to work on my dick or you'll be sucking on a bar
of soap when I get you home," Derek said, sounding mean. Didn't work. Toby
eagerly set about servicing its Master the way he liked so much and even
started playing with Master's balls with one of its hands. Derek put his
seat back and simply enjoyed the services of his personal cocksucker,
running his hands through the slave's hair, knowing that it helped the
slave feel safe and well taken care of. Meanwhile, as far as Derek was
concerned, the slave was the one doing all the care-taking at this blissful
moment. Finally, the tension grew and with a shout Derek unloaded into
Toby's mouth. "Eat your Master's scum, cocksucker. Swallow me down, slave."

Afterwards, Toby licked its Master's cock clean and as the slave was doing
that, Derek let a few globs of spit fall on his cock for the slave to lick
off as well. "That's it, piggy boy, lick up my spit like the pig you
are. Can't wait to get home so you can clean my feet as well. Two days
without your mouth washing them, they must be stinky by now." Toby knew
damn well that Derek showered carefully every day as usual. It rarely ever
got to sniff or taste any stink off its Master's body unless it was done
deliberately.

"Tell me, slave, did Uncle Harry have you taste his body when he had you
with him?"

"No, Master. Sir was fully dressed at all times and didn't seem the least
bit interest in having any personal attention from this lowly slave. Guess
this slave isn't good enough."

"I know he has a sub trying out as a 24/7 slave, Toby. His attention was
probably focused there. Actually, I'm surprised that he didn't make use of
you sexually. I felt sure he was going to want to molest you the way he's
thought of since you were a teenager, or at least fuck the daylights out of
you."

"No, Master. Sir only fucked this slave's mind, not its body," Toby sad
with a sad undertone in its voice.

"Put my dick away and close me up, baby. Tell me what you mean by that. How
did Uncle Harry fuck your mind? You sound like it wasn't a good experience
for you."

"For one thing, Master, now he's your Uncle Harry, but to this slave, he's
simply `Sir' and that's all he's willing to be from now on. It's like all
the past was erased. Like I'm just some ordinary slave he picked up at the
market with no shared history or identity. A nothing. Not even worthy to
service him sexually. At least he made it seem that way."

"Stripped of your history, eh? Mmmmm...sounds pretty extreme. . . . "

"That's the way he—I mean, Sir---made this slave feel. Stripped of
dignity, stripped of history, stripped of even identity. Not only that but
Sir didn't beat this slave the way slaves are usually beaten. Sir worked
this slave's body over like a total sadist and it all hurt in places it's
never been hurt in before. It was like it was claiming this slave's body in
as humiliating a way as possible while tearing away its memories and hopes
of ever receiving any affection from him ever again."

"Then you must have enjoyed the humiliation like you always do.."

"No, Master. There was nothing to enjoy. Just pain and degrading chatter
that this slave is still having trouble processing. Sir told me he knew I
was hot for him when I was in high school—he said "lusting for
him"—but now he wouldn't do anything with me because I'd actually enjoy
it. He said I'd be selfish about servicing him for my own enjoyment. He
told me that some day he would fuck the daylights out of me, but it would
be when I no longer had any desire for him. He wanted to use me just like
any other Dom would use a slut slave he didn't even know."

"Wow. I can see what you mean by degrading. So tell me, Toby, do you get
pleasure from servicing me, from letting me use your holes for my own
selfish pleasure?"

"Yes, Master. That's the way everything started with you. The first time I
ever saw your dick in the shower I started dreaming of the day I could have
you in my mouth to make you happy. I just never dreamed you were ever
really want me that way. I was so happy when I found out you did want to
use me like a faggot slut."

"`Faggot slut.' One of my favorite names for you. But after we move off
campus, I'm going to start letting guys in our class know that you are a
faggot slut. And you're going to start acting that way. I'll choose the
cocks you'll have to suck. Just that for now. I'm not going to make your
asshole become community property. At least not yet, boy. But your time
will come. And that's a promise. So get ready to have me turn you into a
fleshlight for college boys I know."

"Master, you can turn this slave into anything you want. You know that,
Master. Just as long as you get off on having this slave used this way by
other guys. That's all this slave needs—to know it's pleasing you by
degrading itself."

"good to hear that, because I've got some plans for the future, slaveboy."

"Master, may your slave know what those plans are?"

"Not now, slave. Not now. I'm glad you finally started talking to me. We're
almost home and you have to come across to my parents like you're perfectly
okay and you've had a nice weekend. So brighten up that face, boy. They
won't know how black and blue you are underneath your clothes. That will be
our secret. Although I think I'm going to want to take some pictures of you
like that, so get naked as soon as we get to our room."  "Yes, Master."

####

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

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