Date: Sun, 24 Dec 2023 14:52:11 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Training Toby 41 FORTY-ONE When Derek brings Toby back to the cottage that afternoon, they're just getting settled when there's a knock on the door. Derek opens and has to sign for a registered letter addressed to Toby. He opens it himself to read it. It's from Toby's parents informing him that they are officially terminating their parental rights to him and will accept no further communication. Although the letter doesn't mention anything about it, Derek wonders if they've taken this step because they found out that the boy is gay and perhaps even about the relationship he's accepted. The news isn't all bad, however; they have set up a trust fund for the boy from which he can withdraw up to $25,000 in any given year. The amount of the fund is staggering. They have also arranged that Uncle Harry will be the administrator of the fund until Toby is 21 and that all future communication will be with him. Derek isn't pleased about this part of the agreement, but there is nothing he can do about it. Now he has to decide how much of this he'll let his boy know. He doesn't think it will cause any undue distress—except for the role that Uncle Harry will continue to play in the boy's life. He decides to call his father to discuss the letter and ask for advice. Interestingly enough, Mack doesn't question the fact that Derek opened the mail addressed to Toby himself and hasn't spoken to Toby about it at all. It seems that Mack is also aware of the nature of their relationship and isn't surprised that Derek is taking charge the way he is. "This whole matter is pretty sleazy," Mack tells his son. "it sounds like they're simply buying out the boy's claim to being their son. Do you have any idea how Toby will react to the news when and if you decide to let him know?" "From what I've seen and heard, I don't think it will bother him in the least, Dad. He never speaks about them other than to tell me how absent they've been for most of his life. After what's happened between Uncle Harry and Toby, the part about him administering the trust might be a problem." "Derek, I know it might be awkward, but I'd advise you to get in touch with Harry as soon as possible. I would supposed he knows all about this arrangement himself. Maybe this will give him an opportunity to mend some bridges with the boy." "What about the $25,000 withdrawal? I mean, they've already given him a lot of money already and they don't know we no longer have to pay tuition. It seems to me there's no reason to let them know anything about that under the circumstances." "you're right, son. I would suggest you ask for an immediate first withdrawal. You can place the money with my portfolio. It will earn a lot more interest than it will just sitting in the bank. According to the way the letter is worded, I don't think Harry would have any grounds for objecting to your asking the withdrawal now. My only question is this: how much are you going to let Toby know about, considering how delicate his situation with Harry is at this point?" "I'll trust my gut on this, Dad. Toby has pretty much turned all financial matters over to me anyway, so there's no need for me to go into much detail about this. The one thing I'm wondering about—hoping for, even—is that this might give Harry a chance for a rapprochement with his nephew. But according to the law Harry laid down, all communication has to be between him and me, not Toby." "Strange situation. I mean, I'm no expert on the dynamics of these types of relationships, so I can't advise you there at all. But Derek, I trust you'll know the best way to proceed. Just try to get your hands on that first withdrawal asap. I'll send you the information you need if you decide to invest it with my funds." "thanks, Dad. This has been a big help." As Derek is saying this, Toby has just gotten out of the shower and only hears the last part of the conversation. Derek reaches for him. "Lie on the couch with me, Toby. I need to talk to you about something." They get into position as usual and immediately Derek starts in playing with the slave's hair and massaging its scalp---always ways to help the boy remain calm. He takes a deep breath and decides what to tell Toby. "A registered letter came for you today from your parents' lawyer. They've set up an huge trust fund for you---millions of dollars---which will be turned over to you when you are 21. In the meantime, you can withdraw a certain sum each year. Anyway, that's the good news. Baby, you're set for life." "you mean we're set for life, Master." "As long as you want to stay with me, Toby. Maybe the money will tempt you away." "Master, you're being silly now. You mean more to me than money." Derek tweaks a nipple. "There's other news that's not so pleasant. I'm not sure I want you to know right now." "You know that's up to you, Master. If it's not good news, you don't need to tell me." "some of it involves Uncle Harry." Toby immediately tenses up. "Please, Derek, do I really need to know?" "Not right now, boy. Not right now. I'll have some decisions to make, I guess." "Good. That's your job, Master." Derek really clamps down on a nipple and the boy cries out, "Sorry, Master, but it's true." "I know it's true, boy," Derek laughs, "but it's also true that I own these nipples and can do whatever I DECIDE to do with them," he adds ominously, with another reference to making decisions. "Yes, Master, is there something your slave really needs to know about?" "I guess not. A lot of it is financial, so I'll handle it myself since I don't allow you to "own" anything any longer. As for the rest, I'll let you know when I think you have to know. Right now it might just destroy your peace of mind." "Thank you, Master. Keep me naked and barefoot and ignorant and safe, Master. All I need to know is what I can do to become a better slave for you." "You're my good boy, Toby. My special good boy." "Am I special enough for you to fuck me, Master?" "Are you a good enough slave to take another mouthful of my piss, boy?" Toby looks dejected and makes the most humble face he can. "Yes, Master, if that is what you want to give your good, good, good boy slave?" Derek chuckles and slaps the boy's face. "Good answer, but don't worry. I'm not in the mood right now. BUT I think I'm gonna take my strap to your ass before I fuck you. Go to the bathroom and clean yourself out good, then come crawling down to the dungeon." When Toby finally arrives, Derek asks him, "Are you sure you are completely clean inside? Because you're going to clean my cock with your mouth when I'm done fucking you." Toby lowers his eyes and doesn't need to say anything more. Derek has never made the slave do this before so it is a little worried and has to fight not to be grossed out. Derek reads its mind: "Focus, slave. Don't frighten yourself about what's going to happen. Focus your attention on what it means that I'm going to make you do it. Focus your attention on the fact that if I order you to do it you will obey my wishes, no matter how humiliating or unpleasant it might be. After all, you're not going to have to swallow my piss, so you're getting off easy." Derek always seems to know exactly what to say to get the boy eager to be further subjugated by its Master. He has Toby lie on its back on a platform and then lifts its legs and folds them back and clips them to the wall. The slave's ass and hole are open and vulnerable. He goes to get a strap, slaps it against his leg to check its bite and gives his slave a couple big hits of poppers to help it get ready for what's to come. As soon as he puts down the poppers he takes the strap and starts in, not too heavily at first until he can gauge the slave's reaction and tolerance, but then really lays it on, pausing between lashes to watch the way the slave's flesh reacts, one lash at a time. He decides he's not going to thrash the slave to tears this time, but only close. Then he throws down the strap, lubes himself, using his fingers, lubes and opens the slave's ass and then gently enters and keeps going until the slave begs him to hold off. He pauses until the slave has relaxed and give a little nod, and then he dives in all the day and begins fucking his sub boyfriend definitively but not harshly. He gets lost watching Toby's face as he pulls all the way out and then penetrates all the way in a few times, then reaches up and slaps the boy's face a few times and the boy mouths the words, "thank you, Master." "Do you have any idea how much I love doing this to you?" Derek asks. "Almost as much as I enjoy it when you work me over this way, Master? And do you know how much I love it that you've taken control of me and made me your slave?" "You can show me after I get done with you, boy," answers Derek, and Toby knows exactly what its Master has in mind and begins to psyche itself to get ready to prove that Derek has total control over his slave. Finally, Derek empties his load into his boy and remains inside until he softens. When he pulls out, he quickly unclips the slave's legs and helps it sit up. "Okay, faggot pig. Clean off your Master's dick. Put the whole thing in your mouth and suck off all the slime. I own that fucking mouth, boy. I want it to clean off my dick. Completely. Toby sighs deeply then in one quick movement, swallows its Master's softening cock but then is motionless for a bit. Derek grabs both nipples, and suddenly the slave finds the motivation it needs to clean of its Master's cock like an eager pig. The act isn't as bad as Toby thought it would be; the taste is mostly of lube; of course, the bolt of electricity passing through its humiliated mind makes all the grossness worth the effort. Secretly, however, the slave hopes that this doesn't become a regular thing. But it also realizes that now that it's happened once, the Master won't hesitate to have it happen again. Just like everything else. Finally the slave has finished. Derek makes it run upstairs to rinse its mouth and brush its teeth, then to come back to him and kiss his feet. "I intend to punish you, slave. When you first swallowed my slimy soft dick, you just held it there without doing anything until I grabbed hold of those nipples and reminded you what you were supposed to be doing. So lay out on the platform on your stomach, flat out. Raise your ass. You may not safeword this punishment. It's the only way you're going to fucking learn." Toby gets into position. Derek picks up the strap again and thrashes the hell out of the slave's ass that was already beaten before. He doesn't stop until the slave is crying out loud and begging for mercy. "do you think you learned your lesson, faggot?" Derek demanded in a rough voice. "Yes, Master, please. I'll behave. Please, Master, no more!" Derek throws down the strap and takes Toby in his arms and lets the boy cry into his shoulder and neck. Finally, he takes a rag and dries the boy's tears and snot. Go fix supper. There's enough left over stew for me. Warm it up. Fill a bowl with cheerios for you. Eat it dry. Like a naughty puppy." He slaps the slave on the ass and Toby yelps as he runs upstairs to fix the Master's supper. It's been a while since the Master has made the slave eat dry cereal for a meal. Toby realizes that the punishment is continuing. It's a bit resentful. After all, this was the first time it was ever forced to break through to a new level of humiliation and submission, but still the Master decided it deserved to be punished for hesitating. It's a times like this that Toby has a bit of a pity party. Nothing unusual in this slave's life from time to time. The most it can hope for at this point is that Derek will leave a little bit of stew in the bottom of his dish for the slave to lick up after he's finished. And yes, indeed, that is what happens. But Derek kicks the slave in the balls while it's licking up the remains of the stew. Every good thing that happens seems to have a price to pay in this slave's life tonight. But then Toby reminds himself that he has willingly agreed for all of this to happen. He willingly agreed to surrender all control to Derek, knowing that there will be times for pause and reflection on what's happening between them. This is how that surrender is playing itself out now. Nonetheless, when bedtime comes around, Toby ends up in Derek's warm arms and Derek whispers to him how much he loves him and how much he loves having him as his slave. Toby remains silent and just sucks it all up. Since it's usually locked in chastity, moments like this rank very high as sources of intense pleasure in the slave's life. Toby is totally at peace now. He's done the inner work he needed to do; Derek is being romantic with him; Derek has take away his right to orgasm. He's still struggling with that last one, but that's okay. Struggling makes the entire scene more fun if it's real. . . . The next day Harry also got a registered letter informing him of his brother and sister-in-law's decisions about ending their legal relationship with their son Toby. Usually, he would get angry and disgusted at them for being so callous and uncaring, but under the circumstances, considering the way he so coldly reduced Toby from beloved nephew to slave-of-a-friend and how badly he feels about it, understands that he has no right to be upset about what his brother is doing. At least, if nothing else, the boy will be financially independent for most of its life unless its Master is a total cheat and dishonest bastard as far as the trust fund goes. At least Harry has three years to decide if the boy's Master can handle the sudden wealth. And meanwhile, there is something else. This might be an opportunity, if he plays it correctly, for Harry to begin to undo some of the damage he had done. He resolves to get started soon. The next night, Harry decides to train Eric to concentrate better when the slave is serving him. While Eric is worshipping his cock and balls—and he's ordered the slave to take things very slowly, Harry tries to think things over, but the expert attention this slave is showing him how grateful it is that he rescued it from the totally humiliated condition in which he found it. "I was planning to give you six lashes with my cane tonight before putting you away for the evening," he tells the slave, "but if you continue to do such a nice job showing your gratitude to my cock and balls without growing bored or tired, I'll only lash you three times as a reward. At any rate, I want you to try to go to sleep tonight feeling the effects of a good caning. It will help you grasp what it means to be my slaveboy. But if I get any inkling that you're getting bored licking and sucking your Master's junk, I might increase it to 9 lashes. Keep that in mind. This is an issue we have to keep working on with you, Eric. You get bored too quickly. You still seem to have the mistaken idea that you are servicing me as a way of selfishly entertaining yourself. I want to know that you're having to push yourself hard beyond boredom and beyond fatigue when you serve me. This is the best way I know of encouraging you to improve your behavior as my slave. don't try to answer me. Keep your mind on what you're doing: Lick and suck me and sacrifice yourself while doing it. Last time you lasted 8 minutes. Tonight I'll expect 12 minutes of unwavering service. Become the kind of slave I want you to be, Eric." Eric is a bit frightened. Can he manage to go that long? The last time he felt he was at the end of his rope, and that was only 8 minutes. Now 12? Damn it, Master Harry is an expect at how to break a slave's selfishness. But this is still far better than what he was having to endure from August and his cold showers, mouth soaping and continual ball-busting with his army boots along with the cuts and welts all over his body. And this time, he is voluntarily assenting to being Harry's slave and it's not just a question of gratitude. Yes, he's only known Harry as a kind Master who took pity on him when he was left naked and abandoned in the midst of a gay bdsm club. What made it so horrible with August is that they used to be best friends before August turned on him and began to ignore Eric's limits, no longer allowing him to stop anything by taking away its safewords. August tried to turn him into a piece of worthless property, to destroy its humanity, and then quickly got tired of him and abandoning him. No. Don't think about that any more. Think about spending the next 12 minutes showing this Master how grateful his slave is, even if its getting caned afterwards, is much better. At least this Master isn't trying to prove how much he despises this slave slobbering all over his cock and balls. #### Thanks for all the emails and the stories you share with me. Please keep writing me. 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