Date: Fri, 8 Dec 2023 14:03:58 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 32

THIRTY-TWO

Derek wants Toby to understand more about being his slave. "Do you
understand why I think it's important to keep you little dick locked up
most of the time?"

Toby always feels humiliated when Derek refers to the size of his boyish
dick. "Because I'm your slave and you can do whatever you want to me?"

"That's true in general. Think about why that dick is trapped in a metal
cage, Toby."

"Um. . . . because it makes me realize that I don't really have a dick any
longer? Is that it, Master?

"Good thinking, boy. It's true. You have no cock to hold or toy with or
stroke to make yourself feel good. But it's even more than that, slave.

What does it say about the importance of my cock? What makes your life as
my slave different from the way you would be with someone equal to you?"
Toby thinks while staring down at the cage its Master has locked in
place. "Master, there is only one cock in this relationship, only one cock
that matters, only one cock I must serve and give pleasure to. There is
nothing to distract me. I am a faggot. I love cocks. I love touching them
and pleasing them and sucking them and paying honor to them. I am a
cock-hungry faggot and there is only one cock that claims all my
attention. Only one cock to serve. And I love yours most of all."

"Do you really believe that, Toby?"

"Yes, Master. I have always felt like that ever since the first time you
showed it to me in the shower and told me to keep staring at it no matter
what other guys there might think. It was very humiliating. I got called
`fag' and `queer' and `cocksucker' that time and you just turned to them
and told them they were right. `Look how mesmerized the faggot is by the
sight of my prick. Look at how much the faggot wants it in its mouth,' you
told them."

"How about when you were with other men that you sucked off? What about
then?"

"Master, I never cared about getting off. Only once did I ever touch my
cock when blowing another guy and he hit me in the face and told me to get
my hand off my puny dick. After that, I never touched myself again when
sucking a guy's dick. I really didn't care."

"How did that make you feel?"

"Restricted and humiliated, and I began to understand what I was. A cock
whore."

"did you ever get to cum when you were with another guy, even before you
began to realize you were meant to be a slave?"


"Master, I always realized I was meant to be a slave, right from the
beginning. Even in summer camp, I would service other guys with my hands or
later with my mouth, but never thought about taking care of myself."

"You are a natural born slave, Toby. Right from the beginning you realize
that the most sexual pleasure you could have was from giving superior guys
pleasure and orgasms. And every other guy in the world is superior to you
since you are a faggot slave."

"Yes, Master. Thank you for claiming my rights to my own dick by locking it
up. I have no rights. I can only cum when you decide you want me to. Gee, I
used to jerk off at least once a day. Now, never."

"That's true, boy, and that will always be true for as long as I own you. I
will never allow you to jerk yourself off. That is why I have you locked
away."

"Master, may this slave ask a question?"

"Go ahead."

"What could this slave do today to show you how much it wants to be your
total slave?"

"You're not going to like my answer, Toby."

"Whatever it is, Master, your slave will do."

"Okay, then. I know what I want you to do to show me how much of a slave
you are for me. I want you to swallow a mouthful of my piss. I want to fill
your mouth with my piss and then when I tell you, you'll swallow it like
the pig you are becoming. You must have known that's what I'd want you to
do for me to show me how much you want to be my slave."

Toby takes a deep breath and kneels up, opening its mouth, waiting. "Slaves
drink piss." He's heard that said so many times and it's always felt
inadequate because it resisted what it felt would be the total annihilation
of any remaining dignity it would have left. It would be true subjugated
degraded slave. Despite its fearful reaction, at the same time, the slave
was grateful that the Master was only requiring one mouthful this time when
it would have been perfectly justified to just insist that tonight be the
night when his slave would become his urinal with no special consideration.

The wait was endless. Derek held his cock in his hand and then put the tip
very close to the boy's open mouth. "Take it, faggot!" he said in a
commanding voice as his piss started to flow into his slave's mouth, and he
kept the piss flowing until the slave's mouth was completely full. The
slave looked up at him with tears in its eyes—which was to be
expected. Derek was merciful and did not make the slave keep holding it in
its mouth without swallowing. Finally the command was given "Swallow it,
slave! Swallow your Master's piss!" It took two complete gulps to get it
all down and the slave's face was twisted in torment from the taste that
remained in its mouth. Derek followed up with a hard slap to the slave's
face, so hard that it sent the slave reeling and falling over, and as it
lay there, Derek put his boot on the slave's neck and held it down.

"That's my good boy," he said, finally removing his foot from the slave's
neck. The point was clearly made.

"There is one more thing I want you to understand, Toby."

"What is that, Master?" the boy asks from the depths of its intense
humiliation.

"That any time I decide the dick between your legs can shoot an orgasm, it
will be whipped immediately afterwards, just like I did the last time. But
I assure you, it's not going to happen very often. You must learn that
orgasms will be rare from that dick. You must consider yourself emotionally
and psychologically castrated by your Master, until the day comes when it
will happen for real. But do not fear: that day is years and years away, at
least from me. If I give you away or sell you at some time because I am no
longer interested in you, then it will be up to the new owner to decide
what to do with those pitiful genitals."

This time the slave wasn't sure whether or not Derek was exaggerating the
way he usually does to turn the boy on. It simply wasn't sure and decided
the best thing it could do would be to simply surrender itself to the
Master's will, whatever that might turn out to be.

"I have one more question to ask you, Toby."

"What is that, Sir?"

"Would you like me to set you free, to let you live like any ordinary
college freshman?"

Toby sighs heavily. "Please, Master, please do not abandon your slave that
way."

Derek is moved by the way the slave understood that to be set free would be
to be abandoned. That says a lot about how deeply it is settling into its
identity as owned s-l-a-v-e. As far as he is concerned, this has been an
excellent opportunity to impress upon this boy he loves so much that it is,
and always will be, a slave. His slave. And he is the one who gets to
determine exactly what that will mean for the both of them. Damn! He loves
this boy so much. He loves how much the boy is already beginning to worship
him and look to him for his emotional as well as masochistic needs. Is it
really possible, he wonders, for him to become a compassionate sadist for
the boy's sake? He surely hopes so.

Derek sat back on the couch and told Toby to lie on his back with his head
in Derek's lap so he could look up at his Master while they chatted. Derek
kept at least one hand busy all the time, affectionately playing with the
boy's hair and stroking its cheeks while occasionally teasing a nipple and
making it whimper. What an adorable sound that was! Derek had never
realized the kinds of things that would bring him joy since Toby came into
his life.

They had both received bills from the College for their room and
board. Derek opened both envelopes because he decided he would open Toby's
mail from no one—the slave was not allowed to have a personal life apart
from its Master. At first Derek was going to simply inform the school that
they wouldn't be living in the dorm any longer, but this would mean that
Toby would no longer be walking around the dorm naked—and he really
liked the sight of his naked slave on display for everyone in the dorm. All
of a sudden, Derek realized that what he had to do.

"I made a decision," he told the slave. "The bills for room and board
came. I was just going to tell them we were moving out, but I decided not
to. Since we are getting free tuition now there's a lot of money left over,
so we're going to keep our places in the dorm even though we're living
here. That way there will be a place to hang out between classes and also
plenty of opportunity for the other guys in the class to enjoy the sight of
you collared and naked all the time. I don't want to have to give that
up. I think it's good for you to be exposed that way to all of them. After
all, who knows what might develop as a result? I'm turning down the meal
plans though. We can pay cash for meals when we're there—probably only
lunch. From now on I'll make sure you always have ten dollars on you and a
debit card in case you have to spend money when I'm not around, but don't
go off spending it on stupid stuff. Mostly lunch only. No desert besides
coffee. Understand?"

"Yes, Master. You're so clever. I was thinking I'd miss out if no one ever
saw me naked unless you invited them here. This is a great solution." Toby
grabs hold of Derek's hand and kisses it then begins to suck each of his
fingers.

"Ah, my good boy. I think I'm also going to make arrangements for you to
provide houseboy services for some of the guys. Pierce and Orson and maybe
that guy Nick who saw you pissing in the bathroom before break."

"Derek, what time is Galvin coming over?"

"In about an hour. He's going to show us how to use the new flogger he had
me buy."

"I don't understand. What's there to learn?"

"Well you know how sometimes when I use the shoelace whip on you, it hurts
for a while but you sometimes get to the point where every lash seems
pleasurable rather than painful?"

"Yes, Master. That happens a lot of times now, even sometimes when you're
just hand spanking me or using a paddle."

"Galvin says that is pretty common with a true masochist. Same thing
happens to his slave. He wanted me to get this flogger because it isn't
nearly as severe as it looks. Says that his boy loves it when Galvin flogs
him with that flogger. It's like every stroke seems to deliver pleasure,
not pain. He suspects the same thing might be true for you. Anyway, we're
gonna try it out tonight. We're gonna tie the two of you down and flog the
both of you at the same time. Galvin says he only uses it now as a reward
because his slave says it feels so good. I'm hoping the same thing happens
to you. That would be cool if I could use it on you when other guys are
watching without them knowing how much you're enjoying it."

Toby giggles. "I hope so, but it might actually hurt a lot first before I
get to pleasure."

"So? You complaining, boy?"

"Oh no, Master. You can use it to hurt me if you want."

Derek chuckles. "I suspect that the shoelace whip will always hurt more
than that."

Derek sends the slave to the kitchen to take the stew his mother had made
them out of the fridge and begin to warm it up along with some
bread. That's what they'll be having for supper. He'll take the portions
for Toby and tonyboy and put them in a blender. It will be easier for the
boys to eat the stew that way from their bowls on the floor.

Galvin graduated from Gordon six years ago. His slave did not go to
college. It was originally owned by a much older man who had acquired it
shortly after it graduated high school. It had served one of its high
school classmates from the time it was 15 until they graduated. The teen
Master, Hugh, had been given a trip to Europe as a graduation gift from his
parents and then was headed off to school in CA—Stamford, I believe.

Anyway, Hugh knew that the slave wasn't planning on going to college so he
kind of "trafficked" it to the older Master, earning some money for college
expenses along the way. There it was, age 18, actually being sold to
another Master, earning money for its teen Master. The new Master had the
slave work menial jobs for a couple of years, but he was given an excellent
job opportunity over in Dubai and didn't want the hassle of having the boy
come with him. He knew Galvin from the clubs and they had become
friends. Two years ago he outright gave the slave to Galvin lock stock and
barrel.

tonyboy is what Galvin calls the slave. It still works in the warehouse
where Hugh had put it to work. Perfect job for an uneducated slave, Galvin
says. The only one at the warehouse who knows it's a faggot is the
supervisor, who happens to be in the scene, so tonyboy has to suck his cock
everyday at lunchtime. Galvin doesn't allow the slave to have lunch at
work, so the boss's cum becomes its liquid lunch.

When Derek told Toby about this, he said, "Ewww. Not about sucking the
boss's cock, but about not having lunch."

Derek laughs. "I know that wouldn't work for you, dear. You're already far
too frail. I should have you drink milkshakes for lunch all the time to
fatten you up a little."

"I will, Master, of you want me to."

"I guess that would do you more good than drinking my piss for lunch every
day," Derek quips, and Toby gets grossed out! Even more fun for Derek to
tease him like that.

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