Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2023 19:45:42 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Training Toby 43 FORTY-THREE Adrian suggested playing a new game with his slave tonight and, as usual, Elliot bows his head and says in his "slaveboy" voice, "You can do whatever you want to your slave, Master." Adrian, of course, knows that the boy means every word it just said. And so: Elliot's standing against a wall with its hands bound behind its back. Adrian was sitting in a chair facing the slave, just far enough away that he could kick Elliot in the balls with his Army boots. He didn't kick too hard at first, because this was the first time he'd done anything like this to the boy and he didn't know its tolerances. But even a mild kick got a grunt out of the boy. He kept it up, sometimes only touching the slave's balls and backing off, so the poor slave neve knew when to expect a hard blow. Adrian enjoys watching the expressions on Elliot's face doing things this way. Usually, when h's strapping or whipping the slave, its face is turned away. But this time he could look right at the slave as he continues kicking, slowly increasing the power of the kick. Now the slave's beginning to bend over a bit, and there are tears, to be sure. "Up," the Master says and then watches the slave struggle to stand upright again. Each time the slave looks a bit more frightened; Adrian knows he has to stop soon. A couple swift hard kicks hsd the slave doubled over so much he thought it would fall forward, but it managed to get up again. Adrian stood up and reached for the slave's balls and coddled them in his hand while the slave wept softly. "I own these," he said to Elliot. "Yes, Master, your slave can feel just how much you own them," Elliot replied. "You're a good boy," the Master said, reaching forward to give the slave a wet kiss that had it sucking his mouth for juices. Then Adrian unclips the slave's hands so it can get down on all fours. "Follow me," he commands, and walks into the living room, plopping himself down on the couch with the slave waiting for its next commands. "time to relax protocol," says Adrian. "Come up here with me. Sit with my arm around you, baby boy." Elliot gladly obeys as the slave is discovering how much it craves touching the Master's body. The slave snuggles in the Master's arms, one of the best parts of being his slave. "The most important question," says Adrian, "is how you're doing now?" "Subspace, Elliot mumbles . . . kissing the Master's vest that it's leaning on. Good, good, Master." Adrian picks up a book and reads while waiting for the boy to come back down to earth. Eventually Elliot says, "thank you, Master." "I'm thinking I want to meet your brother," says Adrian. "Did he ever reply to the text you sent about having a Master now?" "Yes, Sir. Just one word: `congratulations'. No remark at all about my not returning to school." Go get your phone. You don't have to crawl." Elliot retrieves it and comes back to sit with Adrian. "Text him. Just tell him `my Master would like to meet you.' See how he replies." No reply comes until an hour later while the guys are watching a movie. Elliot is lying on his side facing the screen, his head resting on Adrian's thigh. Adrian gently toys with the slave's hair. "A lot of Masters like their slaves shaved bald but not me. I like having a good head of hair to fool with. Nothing below the neck, but a nice head of hair. It's also easier that way to have you pose as an ordinary man, not a faggot slave. That might make a difference when I want to put you to work somewhere." "May your slave ask if you have any ideas, Sir?" "You can ask anything. Free time now. I figure you've earned some time to relax. As far as ideas go, I'm not interested in hard labor for you but some kind of menial work, the kind of work slaves could easily do, like maybe serving as a houseboy. Hey, it's even possible to place you as a naked houseboy for some men." "Just like I'm a naked houseboy for you, Sir." "Yes, but it would be with strangers who would enjoy watching you scrub their floors on your knees with your bum sticking out—especially if it show that you'd been punished recently. The problem is that it might get them horny and they'd want sex. Gotta work that out. My other idea is to get you involved in some kind of work where you have to serve customers, maybe like working a complaint desk or something like that. Anyway, I'm not in any hurry. There's plenty you can be doing around here to spruce this place up, get it totally clean and smelling nice. So look around and figure out what you're going to tackle first, starting tomorrow." A text comes back from Galvin: "drinks maybe, at a club, without you there. You doin' okay, kid?" "Doing really well, brother. I'm a lucky kid, you know that!" "You're right, Elliot. I used to call you that all the time. But then you came out as a slave, so I let it go. We'll just have to see how lucky you manage to come out this time, faggot. Anyway, give the Master my number and we can talk some time tomorrow." "Will do. Thanks." Elliot decides not to say anything else because his brother is behaving differently towards him. He thinks that Galvin was relating to him as if he were a faggot slave and not just his brother. He thinks he'll hold back for a while to see where things head. . . . but, dammit! he IS a faggot slave, so why wouldn't his brother see him that way? Damn! Adrian realizes the boy's mind has gone off somewhere and its body is tensing up, so he breaks the spell by tweaking a nipple—that's why he likes them to be a bit sore all the time. It's a perfect way of bringing back the slave's attention. Elliot snaps too "Uhhh. I'm so confused." "Talk to me, boy. what's going on. What sent your mind off and go somewhere that bothers you." "Exactly. That's probably why you always know how to read me so well. That's why you are my Master." "Even if I weren't, I would still want to know what the fuck is going on, boy!" Adrian raises his voice a bit, which causes the slave to tremble. Slowly Elliot tries to explain. He's about to open his mouth, when he gets a better idea. He picks up his phone to show Adrian the texts between him and his brother. Adrian looks at them a few times, then puts the phone down. "So?" "So how was he relating to me in those texts? Adrian pauses a long while, thinking how to answer. "He was relating to you that way because he could already see that you are definitely going to become a faggot slave for a good long time. So, he spoke to you that way mostly, but there was still a bit of affection mixed in with it all. I mean, if you were his slave, you might have just gotten hit somewhere. , , , Um . . . . is that what's wrong? Is that what hurts some way?" Elliot bows his head. "He's always stayed out of things before. But this time, . . . it's not the same." "In other words, it feels like he wants to be part of this whole scene you're involved in." "Oh. I . . . I think I have the best possible Master, but I also need my brother to be my brother." "I see. I don't think it would be proper for you to tell him this right now, since he is coming off like a Master and you can't go there as a slave. Let me take care of it. I'll raise the issue with Galvin myself when we meet, Master to Master, Master to slave's brother. We'll work it out the way we think best. Adrian wants a full body massage. "I'm gonna get you some training to do that." Adrian drops off his robe and gets up on the couch on his stomach. "Climb up here on me, boy. Sit your knees at my waist and sit back. Start by working the back of my neck and shoulders, and so on." Elliot wants to do the best he can for his Master, because his Master is always doing his best for the slave, and many Masters don't think that way. So he begins, and takes his time, and time is going by . . . *** So, It's Saturday afternoon. Tonight they'll have dinner with the parents and two of their friends, two guys in their early 50's who happen to be a Master/slave couple. Toby simply can't get over it, how easily Derek's parents loved him into their family and then realized they were a D/s couple and didn't make a single thing out of it, but rather arranged for them to meet a couple like them who are much older and probably can turn out to be helpful to them if they ever had anything they needed to talk over and maybe even get advice. The sad truth is this: they accept Toby being a sub more than Toby can accept Toby's being a slave even thought it fills the kid with good feelings, both mentally and physically. Toby's on his way down to get laundry out of the dryer, but when he gets down to the main floor, Derek sees him and calls him over. He stands up and gives the slave a hug and immediately the slave knows that something's up. "Go inside and get my wooden spoon. Bring it back here." Ulp! It's time to get made sore because this is how Derek wants his slave to be when they're at dinner. He's interested in finding out whether this Darius or Kip will pick up on anything. Toby comes back in with the spoon, his body in a big sulk—damn he looks adorable---and the slave hands the wooden spoon to Derek. "Spread your legs," he orders. He runs his hands over the slave's inner thigh which really looks bruised. Toby winces. "Still sore?" "Yes, Master." "Number? (Derek likes to communicate with pain numbers, another way for him to get information about limits. "four-five." "But I notice that the backs of your thighs are baby smooth and creamy. Let's go to the dungeon." When they get there, Derek has the slave lie on its back on a platform. He locks its arms up over his head in a comfortable position. Then he picks up one of the slave's legs, lifts it and bends it back as far as is comfortable. He clips a chain between the manacle always around its ankle and the platform, simply holding it in place. He does the same things to the other, and VOILA! beautifully exposed backs of thighs looking right up into his eyes. He takes the spoon and this time does not start gently but rather hits hard and fast up and down one of the legs until the slave cries out in a voice near panic. The other leg gets the same treatment. Then one by one, he unclips the boy's legs and lets them gently down to the platform. "One more area for me to play with," he tells Toby. Through tears Toby says, "I'm yours, Master. You own me. You can do whatever you want to me." (And by the way, when Toby says this he knows that Derek would never do anything to harm him, so there is a limit to the word "whatever" in that utterance.) Derek walks to the other end of the platform, spits into Toby's mouth then kisses him, and wields the spoon then. His targets this time are the armpits. Good place to be sore at a family meal in front of guests. That being accomplished, Derek lets the boy sit up and he gives the boy a hug and holds it there for a good long time until at last Toby is able to say, "Thank you, Master." Sometimes it takes a good long time for the slave to be able to say that and mean it. Derek doesn't go for the idea that a sub should be saying thank you for everything that happens but it becomes meaningless after a while. Derek never forces Toby to say `thank you' unless it's honest. In a way, it's the slave saying `I'm okay" after something that happened. Derek helps the boy hop off the platform and up the stairs, then gives him a couple aspirin and sends him inside to get dressed in the clothes Derek has laid out for him: A crisp white shirt, chinos, socks and casual shoes and a navy blue sports jacket. The slave doesn't need a collar, because the shirt is opened and its fancy collar is clear visible. The slave wasn't allowed to shower since this morning, so it might actually begin to smell ripe by the end of the evening. It's all part of the act, folks. It feels very strange to be dressed up this way. But that's what Cindy asked for, so the boys went shopping and got what they needed. And oh yes, Derek has the slave wear a grey jockstrap because he didn't want the boy leaking from the cage. Derek is dressed similarly, although in a navy blue suit and the dress shoes he wears to important meetings, a light blue business shirt and a red-and-black tie. Before they leave, Derek makes Toby practice walking around, sitting and standing, and bending over to pick up something from the floor. Let the boy feel any discomfort now so there won't be any surprises later. "Doin' okay, boy," asks Derek sincerely. "'getting there, Derek. Sort of going into a trance where the pain is just everywhere and very smooth. Good, good space." Derek leans over and kisses the boy on the top of its head. "Boy, I have no idea what any of that meant, but I'm glad you're in a good place with it all so you can be on your best behavior." "I will, Master, I promise. I want to make you proud of your slave," says Toby, and Derek runs his hand down Toby's back. And so they leave for Derek's folks' house. As it turns out, Darius and Kip are warm, delightful, and humorous. Kip instantly puts Toby at ease by taking him aside to another room and asking, "How sore are you?" Toby just looks at him and smiles. Kip winks back. "I could tell by the way you hugged Cindy," he said. "That gave you away instantly. You can blame Darius," he added, "he's the one that gave Derek the idea. Oops!!! I think I slipped. You didn't know that they had spoken to each other?" "No, I didn't. But there's nothing surprising about that. Master doesn't let the slave know too much," he says. "I don't know how it is with others but I'm a terrible worrier so Derek keeps things as cool as possible. It's good for me this way." "You're adorable," says Kip. "Maybe because I'm so young?" asks Toby. "I don't think age has anything to do with it. It's something else about a sub like you—or do you think of yourself as a slave?" "A slave, definitely." "Do you know the difference? Between sub and slave?" "Kip, it seems like everyone has their own idea about what the difference is. All I know is that I wanted to be the one who's all the way on the bottom." "We'd better join the others before we both get spanked," says Kip, and he leads him to the others. "Excuse us," he says. "I'd never had a chance to talk Toby before so I wanted to get acquainted." "Thanks for taking the trouble to do that, Kip. I'm sure it meant a lot to Toby," says Derek. "He looks a lot more relaxed." Derek turns to Toby and smiles at him. "Darius and I were doing the same thing," he says. "Uh-oh," says Kip, and the four of them crack up. Mack is watching the entire exchange and says, "Fellows, I'm so pleased to see you get comfortable with each other so quickly." "That's so true," adds Cindy. "Now we can all just relax and have a good time." And that's just what they did. Cindy and Mack were the common denominator since they have had a lot of private time with the others separately and as couples. And so the evening progressed and they never felt it necessary to speak about the nature of anyone's relationships. This was really a big relief to Derek, because he's been dreading having to speak frankly (or bluntly) about the things he's just beginning to work out on his own. Of course, it's also a relief to know how open his folks are about kinky matters. And of course, over the Christmas break Cindy used Toby as a houseboy for a few days when her housekeeper was away. Nothing big was made about it. It just happened. Toby got up one morning and there was a list on the refrigerator of things he needed to do. And so he did it. Later on, of course, she praised the daylights out of him just so that Derek knew Toby had done a good job. And of course it was that night that Derek realized he could probably have Toby find work that way. That was when he decided to make arrangements for Toby to clean Frat boys' rooms for them. Darius and Kip made arrangements to get together with the boys. Darius suggested that they meet at a club about an hour from each of their homes that has a Sunday afternoon "Tea dance," such as they have on Fire Island, and it's become quite popular, especially among the D/s crowd. It's a good way to meet people who share similar interests. There are a few couples, both gay and straight, interested in ballroom dancing, others who have been pulled away from their horses or bikes for a few hours, a knitting group, some of whom are cross-registered with the leather crowd, and of course all sorts of individual strays, roaming around, cruising, hooking up, making friends with couples as much as with other singles. Kip also offers to give Toby some ideas about things to wear when its allowed. #### Thanks for all the emails and the stories you share with me. Please keep writing me. 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