Date: Fri, 24 Nov 2023 20:09:57 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 25

TWENTY-FIVE

Time heals all wounds, they say, and so does love. Derek and his parents
Mack and City pour a kind of love into Toby's psyche that he has never
known before. Total acceptance, admiration, joy, and delight in who this
"boy" was. They could see the way the boy's visage gets brighter and
brighter each day. Obviously they don't know that a lot of this brightness
came from the twice or thrice daily injections of its Master's seed down
its throat or up its ass, or one time even, simply shot all over the
slave's face, making it wear it all for days on end until Derek notices the
awful scene of overly ripe cum.

 Certainly, there was tiny twitch of sorrow from the way its Master casted
it off emotionally, psychologically, and definitely sexually, from a former
love turned cruel and absolute. Its Master asked for it to share those
bouts of sadness with him, and Toby obeys as best it can. By the end of the
vacation, however, such episodes were few and far between. Settling into a
new family, a new home, and a new way of life gave the slave just what it
needed to experience a true rebirth after a time of darkness, which
continually receded in the slave's mind and heart.

Derek and Toby were each beginning to form opposite sides of the same
question. Derek asks himself what the next step can be to further subjugate
his slave. The slave wonders what else it could do to show the Master the
depths of its submission. Derek invites his parents (by now we could simply
think of them as "their parents") to supper one night and the slave is
ordered to do everything to serve this way, including a trip to the market
(now dressed in a tight collar in additional to the decorative one), clean,
cook, serve, sit with the family and then refuse any help clearing the
table and getting the dishes started in the dishwasher before bringing out
the desert along with a carafe of decaf coffee.

Once, when Toby is in the kitchen, Cindy remarks to Mack and Derek how
radiant Toby is looking and how it apparently give him so much pleasure
serving Derek's every need. She surprises the hell out of Derek when she
says, "a true submissive," while looking Derek right in the eye. What could
he do but nod?

"How do you regulate it, um, make sure you don't press too hard?" Cindy
asks him. "A lot of non-verbal communication takes place, to be honest. I
always seem to know how much he (he almost said `it') needs something to
obey . . um . . .when I need to be taking care of his needs."

"Interesting way of putting things," she replies. "I shouldn't have
expected any less from you, dear. I'm always so proud of you. I'm so happy
for the both of you and I don't give a hoot about what anyone else would
have to say about it." That was the way Derek's awesome mother was able to
acknowledge not only their homosexuality but also the Dom/sub nature of
their relationship while Derek had to say very little at all. Would that
all families could deal with these issues the same way.  When Mack and
Cincy left to go home, when Cindy embraced Toby she whispered in his ear,
"you're a good boy, Toby; take good care of Derek," and Toby knew right
away that a new understanding had developed among all of them and that Toby
was loved and appreciated all the more because he had chosen to become
Derek's beloved slave in all things.

On the way home, Mack suggested to Cindy the it might be good to introduce
the boys to their friends Darius and Kip, a local M/s couple who've opened
their home to a number of homeless gay boys and girls, being funded from an
anonymous benefactor on a regular basis. (No, the benefactor isn't Mack,
although that would have been a nice coincidence.) Cindy also decides the
give their housekeeper three days off with pay, planning to turn the
housekeeping duties over to Derek's slave.

The housekeeper provided a list of what needed to be done over the next
three days. Cindy also worked it out for Derek to be the one to suggest to
Toby that it would please him for Toby to serve as housekeeper while the
usual one was on holiday. Needless to say, Toby was kept pretty busy for
the last three days of their school break. It worked its ass off all day
completing the list of tasks and Derek fucked its ass off at night as was
his right. He continually praised the slave for being such a good
houseboy. "It's too bad you can't work naked," he whispers to Toby one
night, giving Toby a whole new line of fantasies to explore when he had a
chance.

Little did Toby know that he would be fulfilling that role in the second
semester. First, it was morning work making beds and making the rooms
neater for five the residents of a local frat house, Delt Tau Omega. Two
mornings a week at 8 am. Only one of the guys was gay but he convinced the
others to try out the slave. They all agreed it wouldn't matter to them to
have a naked houseboy from time to time. Early morning was good for all of
them. Toby's first class wasn't until 9:30, so he had plenty of time to get
the work done. They even gave the slave a private walk-in closet where it
could strip before going to work and then put clothes back on when it was
time to leave.

Toby was doing well, and it meant so much to the slave that Derek was
finding ways for it to be used by others as well. The houseboy arrangement
was particularly good because the slave discovered that doing non-sexual
work for superiors turned it on in some unexpected way. More and more he
began wondering what other ideas its Master might come up with. The slave
resolved that it would submit without hesitation, no matter what it might
end up being.

"I'm bringing the guy home who's playing my boyfriend in the play we're
doing. We have to practice kissing. I want you to suck both our cocks while
we're doing it—his especially. It's time for your mouth to get to know
any cocks I decide you will suck."

Wild scene. The three of them naked, Master kissing an actor while Toby
sucked his cock and sometimes Master's. The guy's cock was smaller than
Derek's so the slave was able to take it all the way down its throat and
this turned the guy on so much that he came and shot his load right down
the slave's throat. Toby choked a little. As soon as the slave recovered
Derek called out, "Finish me off, faggot!" and Toby quickly moved from one
groin to the other and took its Master's load, which tasted so much better
than the first load it had swallowed. Toby had never really given any
though to the fact that different guys' loads would taste differently. A
rude awakening. Meanwhile, whenever Toby saw an attractive man, it would
wonder to itself what the man's load would taste like. The slave is making
great progress in its understanding of what it means to be a slave. It had
already admitted that it was "hungry for dick," but now it realized that it
was becoming "hungry for cum" as well. Not only a cocksucker but a true cum
dump.

Derek arranged for things to progress very slowly—too slowly for Toby,
but a slave had no right to be wishing or expecting for things to
happen. This was hard for Derek, too, don't forget; He had to give up the
sense of satisfaction that his slave would only ever have access to his
dick. Now its mouth was becoming "common property,"—Derek is
exaggerating here—so Derek had to think about the idea for a while
before he decided it would turn him on to use his slave this way.

Eventually, once a week Toby got to the frat house 20 minutes earlier so it
could give Darius a wake-up blow job before its houseboy chores began.  And
then one time Derek had the slave kneel naked on the floor, hands bound
behind its back and attached to the wall behind it, and blindfolded. The
night it sucked 3 cocks and swallowed three loads, never knowing who the
guys were that it gave bj's to.

Later that night before going to sleep Toby said to Derek, "You know,
Master, that was a real turn-on being used like that." "Why is that?" asked
Derek. "There was nothing else to distract this slave from sucking cock. It
was all about cocks only. Nothing else. That must be what happens with
glory holes," answers the slave. "Well those are out of the question," says
Derek. "I'm the one who decides what cocks you'll suck. I'm not going to
issue a general invitation to come use your mouth and throat."

Mentally the boy was doing well for the most part. Its new "activities"
also helped reinforce its sense of itself as true slave. At one point at
the end of the third week of school, Toby had terrible nightmares two
nights in a row and woke up screaming, "Don't leave me! Please don't leave
me!" Derek had trouble waking the boy up and couldn't get the boy to tell
him what the nightmare was about Toby was really down again for a few
days. He was feeling more keenly than ever the pain of having been cut off
from his Uncle Harry so brutally and proficiently as if he were simply an
object in a contract.

Derek took it upon himself to go see Professor Sullivan, who was happy to
see him and invited him to sit and tell the story he had to tell without
interruption. She truly felt sorry for Toby and basically said the same
thing that Galvin had said: Family trumps Kink. Derek chuckles.

"Professor, my family has actually embraced the kink. My mother used Toby
as a houseboy for a few days before we came back here. Then she praised the
slave, calling it a "good boy." That really turns Toby on."

"Derek, we're veering off course a bit, although I'm happy to hear what
you're saying. My slave has a sister who would never be able to understand
what's going on, so we turn things off, so to speak, whenever she's
around. And here we're talking about two women hovering around 40 years of
age. It never changes. We have to be sensitive to that. "I also have a male
friend who's slave insisted on laying it all on the line for his favorite
cousin, and that was the end of that relationship. But back to the main
issue here. Even though I don't know all the circumstances, it's surprising
that the uncle would be so dogmatic about things unable to break down
barriers between things which seem opposed to each
other. Uncle. Master. Nephew. Slave. It's not often that these things could
blend into each other. Even if they do, the standard outcome is that the
whole complicated paradigm be subsumed into Uncle/nephew. That was the
source of joy for both of them. It's sad to have to give that up because of
some outmoded opinion. Unfortunately, however, that is the way he chose to
address the issue. But Derek, that doesn't mean he won't change his mind as
time goes by. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't begin to miss the
adoring nephew at times himself. Just be patient. In the meantime, I'll be
happy to talk with Toby, but please understand that if I think he needs a
therapist, I'll tell him that. I can't take that upon myself. I've neither
the training nor the certification."

Toby started recovering gradually in many ways. One night he asked for a
spanking—something which Derek had avoided because of what had
happened. It was time for Derek to show Toby what he was doing with the
basement. Toby was amazed, horrified, and turned on like crazy when he saw
the area which would now be called the "Dungeon." Derek coaxed Toby to get
into the stocks. He locked the boy in and then lowered the height, which
forced the slave to bend at the waist. Perfect. Derek rubbed oil into the
slave's buttocks then proceeded to give a brisk hand spanking which ended
as soon as the boy began to cry out. "That's enough. Gonna leave you
wanting for more," he told the quivering slave."

"Oh please, Master, please more."

"Okay. You asked for it, boy." Derek gets a light cane and begins the
pepper the slave's ass with quick taps all over until the slave finally
called out "Red!" As Derek rans his fingertips over the slave's reddened
ass, Toby begins to cry. Derek made nothing of it but simply allowed the
slave to express itself however it wanted. No more words were spoken that
time. Toby was incredibly affectionate in a clingy sort of way after that,
and this delighted Derek. He also got wonderful reactions from the slave
when he'd reach down an so slightly run his fingers over the slave's
bottom. After that first time, Derek decided that henceforth, as before, he
would be the one to decide when the slave needed a good thrashing. He made
it a point to do it more often, especially when the slave wasn't expecting
anything.

Eventually, after a really intense thrashing, Toby opened up in ways he
usually wouldn't. "Sometimes I really miss having an Uncle," he admitted,
finally.

By the way, it didn't work out between Uncle Harry and the temporary slave
he was working with. The fault was Harry's. The slave, which Harry had
named "44," would have been ideal, both humble and obedient and proved it
was willing to have boundaries broken at times. But 44 was the one who
decided to break things off. Twice Harry had punished the slave with a
thick strap in a way which disturbed the boy. "I didn't feel like you were
punishing me to make me a better slave," he confessed to Harry. "I felt
like you were just lashing out in anger at something that had nothing to do
with me."

This was quite an admission from a very self-aware young man. Harry felt
terrible because he realized just how insightful the slave's reaction
was. It was too late to go back and repair things. He had ruined the bond
between them himself by bringing in his frustration over what happened with
Toby. Trying to assuage his guilt, Harry made it a point to present the
slave to three of his friends at a little gathering. 44 was claimed by a
friend Harry knew would be able to bring the slave along on its journey in
a way Harry couldn't. 44 was renamed 37 as a sign that it couldn't measure
up to was what expected from a 44. Subtle humiliation is sometimes the
best, especially when it's symbolism will last until the end of the slave's
tenure. 37's Master's name was Larry. He was a friend of August's. Small
world.

Once Harry was alone and unattached to anyone, he realized he had to do
something to help him work through a few things. He elected to take part in
a two-week meditation retreat with an old friend of his who turned out to
be a Jesuit. He was the one who ran the retreat. He was more than happy to
find space for Harry despite the fact that Harry no longer had any
affiliation with a church. The point of the retreat was for participants to
have the silence and solitude they needed in order to clear out the
clutter. He was available for consultation if necessary. And so that is
where we'll leave Harry for the moment. Settled into a nice comfortable
room with a journal and some books that interested him. No computer. No
phone. It took guts, but Harry knew how the experience did people a lot of
good. He was hoping to come to some clarity himself just like so many
others had experienced.

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