Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2023 14:28:21 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 29

TWENTY-NINE

As the sun rises the next morning we see double. Two couples, both wrapped
up in one another's eyes, tear-stained cheeks on the two subs with sore
nipples and burning throbbing buttocks, and the thrill of a confident love
for each other even though one couple bonded several months ago while the
other couple bonded the previous night as one was punishing the other for
having been absent from his life until now.

How could it have happened so quickly with the new babes in the woods,
Adrian and Elliot? It began the very second Elliot looked up from his pie
into the eyes of the strikingly commanding presence speaking to him. "I
have claimed you. You are mine now." Elliot reacted as though the wish he'd
voiced to his sub friend Toby the night before had taken place: that he
could find a Master like Derek. How do we know this? It was obvious, at
least to me, so I'm happy to tell you about it. Adrian reached out to
Elliot with one hand, touched the boy's nose with one finger, the tip of
its chin with the others, and then took hold of the white bandanna and
gently removed it from around the boy's neck, replacing it with a thick
black collar that Adrian always made it a point to have with him when he
went out on a hunt. The collar was placed around Elliot's neck, a tiny bit
too tight as the Man whispered to him, "I want it that way for a while. I
want you to realize that I am taking your freedom away from you." Elliot
lowered his eyes and tried to stop a tear from falling down his cheek.

"Finish your pie, young fellow. You'll need the sugar," He quipped and so
Elliot let himself get completely distracted by eating the pie, working a
bit to swallow it. As soon as he had finished, the Man place a half-full
glass before him. "Drink this down," he commanded. Now in real life we all
know it would be completely irresponsible for any of us to drink some
liquid a man placed before us just because he commanded it, but this isn't
real life and, besides, Elliot discovered that he had absolutely no will to
resist or mistrust that this Man would be the one he was hoping to find. He
drank it down. Flavorless. He went to put the glass back on the table but
the Man took the glass from his hand, spit into it several times, added in
a little bit of water from the bottle on the table, and handed it back to
the boy. "Finish this," He commanded. And the boy had the first taste of
its Master's spit which had a slightly minty flavor.

"Remove your shirt." Elliot obeyed and sat there bare-chested in full view
of everyone in the restaurant, feeling embarrassed but unable to resist
this man's commands.

The Man reached out both hands and took the boy's nipples into His fingers
and began toying with them; the boy has trouble inhaling quickly
enough. "Give my your eyes," the Man demanded and Elliot locked himself on
them. As the eyes intensified their glare, so did the pain in the boy's
nipples increase, bit by bit until the boy wanted to plead for it to
stop. Before it had to beg, the Master let go, licked one of his fingers
and used it to mark each of the nipples as his, or so it had seemed.

The boy felt as if it were having a spiritual experience and it wanted to
find the words to offer itself to this Man hook, line, and sinker, but then
the boy realized that this had already happened and the boy had become the
Man's sub. His owned sub. Maybe even more. The Man took the boy's shirt and
dressed the boy again. "There's no need to prove anything now. Everyone
here knows what you are. By the way, my name is Adrian, but you may never
use it. You will say Sir for now and eventually, Master when you realize it
is appropriate and you're ready to give me your obedience.. Enough
now. Follow me out the door. Keep your eyes fixed on my shoulders. See no
one else. When you get to the door of my truck, you will stand there in the
dirt and strip naked. Throw all your clothes in the bed of the truck, then
open the door and climb in. Sit up straight with your legs spread. Keep
your hands at your side."

As Adrian got back on the road, he reached over and grabbed the boy's balls
in his hand and pulled on them a bit, then slapped its bare flesh in the
place where it once grew pubes. "I'm pleased to see that you've been
shaved. I don't want to get distracted by having to do it myself. Make sure
you stay that way at all times. I am making this demand of you because I've
already taken possession of you. I believe I know what you need. So unless
you object in the next three seconds, realize that I am taking possession
of you. No bullshit between us, no coyness, no toying around. I own
you. Period. Whatever you want to make of this is fine, but that's what it
comes down to. I know your name is Elliot. You will keep that name because
it pleases me. You look like the quintessential little brother begging for
attention from its superiors. Do you understand what I mean, Elliot?"

"Yes, Sir, and it is true that I am a little brother. My older brother is
actually a Master."

"Did the older brother break you in for the rest of us?"

"No, Sir. We've never done anything at all. We barely ever talk about it."

"Do you expect he will have any objection to the fact that I have just
taken you off the market, Elliot?"

"Sir, he never gets involved in my life as a sub. He made that clear to me
the very first time I came out to him."

"Did you ever wish that he would actually become your Master?"

"No, Sir. Never. I love him. He loves me. That is all."

"Spread those legs a bit wider," Adrian orders as he slaps the boy's inner
thighs several times and takes pleasure in hearing the boy's reaction to
the pain.

They stop at a traffic light. Quickly both of Adrian's hands are at the
boy's nipples and this time the boy does cry out.  "that's sweet music you
make, sub, in response to the pain I give you. I'll have to give you more."

The light changes and Adrian puts his hands back on the wheel.  "Use both
of your hands and loosen the collar until it's comfortable now. You
accepted my control well when I collared you. Now you may relax a bit."

They drive along in silence. Elliot concentrates on keeping his legs open
and thinks over the things Sir has told him and how much he hopes this all
is true.

Finally, Sir asks another question:

"Who shaved you? Did you suck his cock to show your gratitude?"

"A friend of my brother's, Sir. He didn't want any service from me."

"How did you meet him?"

"My brother asked him to look in on me because we go to the same
schools. He summoned me over and when I stripped for him he saw that no one
had ever shaved me, so he took care of it himself."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Unbelievably humiliated, Sir. I hated that it was turning me on so much."

"did he remove the cage to shave you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Do you have the key with you?"  "Yes, Sir. in my jeans."

More time passes.

Finally, they arrive at the Man's house. Small and attractive. Brick
covered. Garage doors upon automatically and Adrian pulls in and has the
doors shut again. He turns of the truck and lights and they are in complete
darkness.

"Open the door, get down, kneel on the ground, hands behind your back."
Elliot does so awkwardly, and realizes how nervous he is.

"I can hear your nervousness. Calm yourself down. You have nothing to
fear. I own you. This is the best thing that has ever happened to you."
Amazingly, Elliot feels his blood stop racing and just keeps focusing on
the words, "I own you, but they keep morphing and coming out "I love you."

Not much more to say about this first night of their lives together other
than to explain that the tears evident on Elliot's face in the morning are
the result of a serious thrashing with a bath brush on its buttocks and
upper back thighs. Every time Elliot begged Adrian to stop, Adrian leaned
forward, kissed him the back of his neck and whispered, "Take more for
me. Show me your need to submit." And the punishment continued. Adrian
insisted the boy realize it was being punished for everything it had done
wrong in its life until this day. It needed to admit in its hear that it
deserved to be punished so it could be purified for its Master. And yes, in
the midst of that beating, Elliot underwent a transformation. He became a
slave. Adrian's slave.

When at last Adrian put down the brush and turned off the lights, he spoke
one simply word, "Come," and Elliot felt as if it were being drawn into
Adrian's arms by a force greater than itself as it wrapped itself around
the Master. Love flowed into the slave from the Master's kisses and filled
it with joy even while it was acutely aware of the pain that had been part
of its initiation. Sleep was deep and sweet.

As for the heroes of our story, once again Toby was surprised by a blow job
from Derek, who then left the cage off, bound the slave to a leg-spreader
and its wrists to its collar and proceeded to flog its groin, cock and
balls with the rawhide whip he had made out of those shoelaces.  All
through the whipping Toby kept crying out only one word, "yours, yours,
yours!" even as it began sobbing from the pain and humiliation. To be
beaten this way right after an orgasm was an exquisite form of torture and
Derek was well aware of how much more severe this seemed to his slave
because he had just taken away its load and its cock hung limp. Derek is
also feeling like he's being pulled in opposite directions at once: he
knows he is falling more and more deeply in love with this sweet boy while
at the same time his craving to rule every aspect of the slave's life is
getting stronger, and along with that, seeking more and more creative ways
to bury the slave under waves of pain and humiliation, always in response
to an unspoken need that seems to reach out from its very pores into
Derek's need to satisfy his slave's darkest and most urgent needs.

Toby almost chokes on its sobbing. Derek stops immediately and holds the
slave's head in his hands, ordering it to let go of everything into his
mouth and heart. He literally is able to eat the slave's response to the
whipping it just received. Kisses make it even better and before long the
slave is able to look into Derek's eyes with total devotion and love and
smile his "thank you" to its Master. Derek's kisses seek to consume the
boy, body, soul, heart and spirit, and the words he speaks are so precious
and personal that the cannot even be reported here. Only the lovers know
how they share their needs with each other during this enchanted
embrace. Toby's pain gives way to a masochistic pleasure which fills it in
a way that nothing else has ever filled it before. Derek is all in all to
the slave. They cling to each other desperately and hold that embrace until
at last exhaustion releases their muscles and they fall into a blissful
dream that it seems they both seem to share. Yes, indeed, life has brought
unexpected joy into their lives.

There isn't much that can be said about the third couple who are part of
this story, namely, August and Eric There's absolutely no love in their
relationship, and there is no hope that there ever will be. Go back and
read earlier chapters and review Austin's behavior and words; they say all
that can be said about the sadistic and selfish nature of his way of
behaving in the BDSM world. This couple would do better as part of the many
completely abusive relationships so often found in any form of BDSM porn
both video and text. There was also never an honest discussion between the
two about the nature of their M/s relationship. August just gradually took
hold. As far as Eric was concerned, he eventually realized that he was
nothing more than a conquered subject of a sadistic tyrant and was
condemned to a life completely restricted by the bonds that held him, bonds
which too often felt like they were made of barbed wire. To tell the truth,
Eric had finally reached the point where he realized that his only option
at this point was to act the part and get used to it or, like so many other
conquered subjects throughout history, needed to find some way to escape
his situation. Any sense of friendship or love towards August had
completely died away. August was Master. August was sadist. August was
disciplinarian. August was owner. August was the warden of the prison in
which Eric was locked.

And Eric? Eric felt that is he were simply August's slave, his lot would be
a hell of a lot better than it was now. He is actually beginning to fear
that August might one day feel it perfectly appropriate for him to decide
to condemn Eric to a painful death. Eric began wondering if that might be
the only way he could ever escape the nightmare in which he was living.

Let us hope that Eric might find a way to freedom and a new life before
August delivers the killing blow. And as far as August is concerned, this
tale will not follow this dark character to his eventual demise, for that
would cause it to risk getting lost in the darkness himself for all
time. And so, let's pass on, hoping the best for Eric.

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