Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2023 16:57:33 -0500
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Training Toby 45

FORTY-FIVE

Later that night, after supper, Derek got a phone call. His phone flashed
"Uncle Harry." Derek went into his office and shut the door, then answered,
"Hello?"

He heard Uncle Harry struggle to clear his throat but then get out the
words. "I was hoping we could have a chat sometime soon. I realize I had
made some very unwise decisions about how to treat my nephew now that he's
become someone's slave. I'd like to try to repair the damage."

Derek sighs loudly so that Harry could hear it. "Wow. You . . you
. . . . you don't know how happy it makes me to hear that. I've been hoping
and praying for it for a long time you'd see things in a better way. What
do you want to do about repairing damage? You know, by the way, you broke
the boy's heart. He's still grieving what he sees as a loss, almost a death
experience."

"Oh, my. I should have realized how he would react—not as a slave, but
as the one who loves and trusts his uncle. To be honest, Derek, that's why
I'm calling. I need your help. I have no idea how to proceed."

"Give me some time to think about it, Uncle Harry. I don't have any answers
at the moment. I'll mull things over and get back to you in three days or
so. Would that be all right?"

"Oh yes, definitely, Derek. Thanks for accepting my change of heart and
offering to help. It means a lot to me. It also tells me what a fine Master
for my nephew you must be. I'm glad he has you."

"thanks, Uncle Harry. I'm doing my best for the imp. I'll talk to you
soon." And he hangs up, just about to get choked up.  He sits there for a
couple minutes, meditating about the conversation, until there's a faint
knock on the door.

"come in," he calls out, and the door opens. There stands Toby, looking
concerned. Derek hardly ever shuts the door to his office. Meanwhile,
Derek, still sitting, holds out his hands. Toby falls to his knees and puts
his hands in Derek's, kissing them.

"I just got a call from Uncle Harry," he tells Toby, having decided he
wasn't going to start keeping secrets about anything. Toby immediately
tenses up and pain shows in his face. "Remember how I told you to just be
patient for a while, that eventually Harry would come to his senses?"

"I remember, Sir," says Toby, automatically hoping like Derek had something
nice to say.

"Well, it's happening, just like I told you."

"You've got to be kidding. Really?"

"Yes. But here's the catch: Harry feels terrible and I let him know what I
thought and how much it hurt you. He wants to "repair the harm," to use his
words. Basically, he was asking for my help."

"And so you figure the best way to help is just to tell me exactly what's
going on . . . " observes Toby. "Such a wise Master. But now you've put the
entire responsibility on my back, in a way."

Derek chuckles. "Tough life being a slave, having to carry all its Master's
baggage itself."

"Well, wise Master, do you have any suggestions for your dumb slaveboy?"
Derek replies immediately. "Follow your Master's example. Be direct."

"As in, `hey, my Master told me what you said to him and I'm really happy
and forgive you everything an miss you so much, Uncle Harry' and maybe
start to cry a bit?"

"Something like that. But don't say anything that isn't true. You haven't
forgiven him everything. Doesn't seem like it to me, boy." Derek lightly
smacks Toby's backside, knowing it's still sore from before.

"Do I have to do it now?"

"I told your uncle that I'd call him in two or three days if I got any
ideas. So I got my idea."

"So I can keep him waiting for a few days?"

"Precisely!"

Toby rubs his head in Derek's crotch. Derek says he has to piss, expecting
Toby to go and get the urinal. But Toby doesn't. Looking into Derek's eyes,
he opens his pants and manages to get his cock out enough that he could put
the crown in his mouth and then simply wait. "You sure?" Derek asks. Toby
nods. Derek closes his eyes and lets his bladder empty out into the slave's
throat and gut. Derek is so pleasantly surprised. He just hopes that Toby
doesn't end up regretting what he just did because he was so happy about
Harry. But that's another problem for another day. He finishes what he's
doing. "Suck the end for any remaining drops then clean my slit, slave," he
says in his Hard Dom voice. Right away Derek decides he's not going to make
a big thing about this. The slave just did what he expects his slave to do:
be his urinal. He doesn't really understand why he was so hell bent to have
this happen, but for some reason it became a priority for him right from
the first time he realized that Toby would end up being his slave.

Actually, Toby was hoping Derek would just take it in stride and not make a
fuss over him. The whole this was still humiliating as heck, but he knew
how much Derek was pushing for it. and Derek rarely ever pushes the way
he's been doing with this. Derek wanted his slave –whoever it turned out
to be—to be his urinal. Period. So Toby decided to surrender. After he
had finished doing what the Master commanded, Toby gently put the Master's
dick away and zipped up his pants, with some help from Derek.

"Grovel for a while so you can settle down," orders Derek, who knew the
slave would need some time to process what had happened, and decided
groveling would be the best thing for him to make the slave do. For Toby,
this had become a comfortable position, not only physically but also
sexually and mentally. The slave poses there, unable to do anything else or
move any way at all, and just exists AS SLAVE until the Master wanted it to
be doing something else.

Of course, right now, the worst thing about being made to grovel was that
the slave hadn't yet had a chance to brush and gargle the taste of Derek's
piss out of its mouth. And by now it realized that the Master's piss never
tasted the same way but changed from time to time. Holy shit, the slave
thought, I'm groveling here right now thinking about the different ways the
Master's piss tastes! I'm really really this awesome dude's totally broken
and humbled slave!

. . .

Galvin takes Adrian to a small quiet bar nearby, a good place to go for a
quiet chat with someone else, quietly gay but with a mixed
clientele. Galvin only comes here for respectful chats. Adrian isn't afraid
to speak his mind. "I think that if I had a younger brother training to be
someone's slave I couldn't possibly hold back and stay uninvolved,"

"Adrian, I'm not sure I could have held back even two or three years ago if
something like this happened, but things are different now. I had to let
the boy go, think of him like my little brother who's a slave as if it were
some kind of weakling or freak or inferior piece of shit. I looked over our
texts and I can see that the boy was on to something. I was a hell of a lot
more Dom than big brother. Hell, I used to pick on him a lot when we were
kids. I guess I still like to do it."

"Wow. I'm glad you could see it that way and own up to it. I didn't really
know what to think. Or what to expect from you since I'm your kid brother's
Master. So when I was talking about this to Elliot, he said one thing that
really stuck with me: he said the he still wanted to have a big brother,
something like that. Does that make any sense?"

"it makes perfect sense, Adrian. I get it."

"Then I think my slave should get to spend some time with his big
brother. Is there anything you guys used to like to do together?"

"Places to go more than things to do. Although we do have a favorite Arcade
we'd go to sometimes."

"Sounds good. When can you do it?"

"Why waste time? Tomorrow night would work for me."

"Then it's set. Where do you want to meet?"

"Away from either of our houses. Tell him to meet me at our Dad's
place. There's plenty of parking there. He can bring his own car and we'll
have more separation from the usual. And I'm sure Dad will enjoy us
dropping by."


And so that ends that. Their "business" concluded, each went his own
way. Adrian realized right away that he and Galvin weren't going to become
friends socially. Good fences make good neighbors. It's a good idea to have
some boundaries here.

...

Harry needed some distraction to help him keep his mind off what solution
Derek would come up with. He decides to bring Eric to the club he picked
him up from. That time was too traumatic for the boy to be able to enjoy
the atmosphere. He thought it would be good for others to see that the boy
had been claimed by a Master who was capable of taking the boy in hand and
provide both the care and the discipline it needed after what had
happened. It would be good for Eric as well, and Eric was actually pleased
about being brought back there and the guys would see thing are working out
for him as Harry's boy.

It was a weeknight so there wouldn't be many guys there. Harry put a high
collar around the boy's neck and the usual manacles on its wrists and
ankles. Except for the collar and the pair of old army boots in the slave's
feet, it was naked and on a leash. The thing Eric hated the most was that
Harry led it from the house to the van that way, knowing full well that a
couple of nosy neighbors probably took delight in the sight. The only
visible marks on the slave's body was the three welts on its back from the
lashes with the Master's strap before they left the house.

When Harry led the slave into the club, it was overwhelmed with the way it
was decorated and furnished with just about every possible bdsm equipment
possible, the strobes which had various colors glistening in the
atmosphere, and the music unlike anything it had every heard of before,
music which indicated that this was an intoxicating and lugubrious
realm. The last time Eric had been here was the night August had dropped it
off, abandoning it to anyone who wished to claim it and enslave it. It was
being offered for free to anyone interested because, as the sign attached
to it said, in its former Master's eyes, it was basically worthless. Eric
was so traumatized that night that he just wasn't aware of anything other
than its own total humiliation and the fear that it would be claimed and
ruled over by someone more sadistic than the one who had just literally
left it hanging there, being offered to anyone for any reason.

Tonight was different. Harry planned to "initiate" the slave in the eyes of
the others at the club, and he had explained in detail exactly what would
be happening because he wanted the slave to anticipate its fate, knowing
full well that on the one hand the slave will be thrilled with what was
going to happen while on the other hand, it was somewhat fearful about
whether or not it would be able to bear the pain of the beating its Master
had planned for it.

Harry had given the slave a bowl of tepid tomato soup for supper, along
with an edible that would help the slave relax without doing anything to
dull the pain of the whipping it was going to receive in the sight of all
those who were present that night. Twenty-odd men were there, some in
leather, some naked, one in chains, most of the subs hooded. Harry had
given this some thought but decided he would do nothing to hide the slave's
face from others. If the former owner had spies around to report back to
him, so be it.

It was clear now that Eric had a new owner and that this owner had no
qualms about demonstrating to everyone in the club the depth of this
slave's total subjugation. This was something new for Harry, as his Dom
friends knew well. Harry usually had no interest in "owning" a sub, but
this was different. It was clear that he regarded Eric has his personal
property and would be making it clear that this possession of his was going
to become well acquainted with corporal punishment.

He took Eric to the bar and made it grovel before him while he spoke with
club member who came over to say hello. He drank no alcohol, but enjoyed
the nice snacks the club provided to members—that is, to the Doms and
only to subs if a Dom decided to feed them. Eric was given nothing but
rather ordered to feed itself with the dirt and scruff from its Master's
boots, which, interestingly enough, had a faint coat of ginger oil on them
which would serve to intensify the pain of the initiation the slave was
going to receive. "Yes, I'm keeping this one," Eric heard its Master say to
others. "It pleases me, and its craving for discipline, humiliation, and
training suits my own purposes better than any sub I've ever had an
opportunity to work with."

He knew how easily Eric could still get bored, so he didn't leave it
groveling there before him, but ordered him to kneel up. He blindfolded the
slave and then had it suck the cocks of three of his friends, only one of
whom chose to spill a load into the slave's mouth for it to swallow. The
slave would obviously never know which Doms it had serviced, although
perhaps in the future it would be able to identify individuals by the shape
and taste of their cocks if it were pressed into service more often. Harry
had told the slave that they would be here at least one night a week,
sometimes maybe even two or three, and that the slave would always suck
cock blindfolded, denying it the pleasure of seeing the one it was
servicing and being turned on (or off) by that Dom's appearance.

Finally, announced Harry, it was time for what he was calling the
"initiation," a public demonstration of subjugation and punishment that
would be remembered by all whenever they saw this slave in the future. He
made the slave stand and then led it to a whipping post for the first set
of 40 lashes on its back with a rawhide flogger Harry enjoyed using. The
slave knew it would receive 40 lashes so it could count to itself and would
know when this particular whipping would be concluded. Harry did not gag
the slave but rather had instructed it to freely cry out when and if the
pain of the beating was enough to "get the music out of you, bitch." And so
Eric was bound to the post, a blue light shone upon its flesh, and Harry
whipped its back. The greatest cries of pain from the slave resulted when
the flogger happened to land across the welts Harry had given the slave
back at the house before they left.

After the whipping was completed, Harry let friends run their hands over
the slave's back to feel the results of the whipping, and in a few
situations, increase the amount of pain it was suffering. The slave had
wept a little, but not much. A lot more was to come. He had the slave taken
down from the whipping post and then bound its head and hands in a low set
of stocks which forced it to bend over. "Keep that ass out and high or I'll
lose count," Harry advised the boy. Next there followed sets of 20 lashes,
first with the flogger across each of the slave's ass cheeks separately. It
began to moan and whine and some tears were beginning to flow. Then Harry
took the heavy wooden spoon he had brought from his own kitchen, and the
slave was given an additional 25 blows of the spoon to each side of its ass
again, with another 20 across its asshole as two onlookers held its cheeks
apart with rough hands which amplified the pain it was already suffering.

Once again, Harry left the slave bound there and actually walked away,
allowing any interested observe to toy with the boy's sore ass however they
wished. This was obviously impossible to plan for, and right away Eric
learned that many of the Doms in this club had no fear of making a
disciplined slave cry out from the depths of its pain.

Finally, Harry had it taken from the stocks and then laid on a platform
with its legs pulled apart and bound to sides of the platform, exposing its
inner thighs when were each to receive an additional 30 blows with the
spoon. By the time this beating was completed the slave was now loudly
sobbing, and many of the assembled sadists enjoyed the sight and sound of
this slave's reactions to what its Master had done to it. Harry kept it
there for a good hour, once again leaving it to the mercy of anyone who
wished to toy with its nipples or balls, hoping to extend the amount of
time the slave lay there sobbing.

Finally, the ordeal had come to an end. Onlookers set the slave's legs free
from the platform and helped it fall to the ground and crawl over to the
Master, who now sat in a chair usually used by shoe-shine boys, and the
slave knew exactly what was expected. It was time for the slave to worship
the Master's feet as a way of thanking him for the beatings it had
received. One more thing remained, and Eric was actually looking forward to
being able to do this while others watched: Harry took out his cock and
Eric held its mouth in such a way that Harry could easily piss into the
slave's mouth and all could see the piss shooting from the Master into the
slave's body. Not every sub was automatically trained to serve its Master
as his urinal, but this had been established between them the very first
night it was taken from the club and brought to life with its new and
permanent Master. Of course this was noticed by the Doms present that night
and a couple of the subs watched this with slight disgust and much fear in
their eyes that this would eventually be something they'd be required to do
if they continued in their search for Doms or Masters.

When Harry had finished emptying his bladder, he spoke the two words to
Eric that the slave always rejoiced to hear: "good boy."

All this being completed, Harry arranged for the slave to be locked into a
cramped cage for the rest of the evening while he relaxed and traded news
and gossip with his fellow Doms. He knew that when confined that way Eric
enjoyed great peace of mind and the luxury of just paying attention to his
own mind. Of course, Harry maintained to the others that lucking up his
slave that way was a form of humiliation and even punishment. Therefore,
they were duly impressed that the slave obeyed its Master's command to cram
itself into the cage without hesitation or any sign of resentment. This was
all to the quality of Harry's training skills, they assumed. The slave got
no credit for it at all. It simply did what it was told to do: obey. Some
of them weren't sophisticated enough to grasp that since Eric obeyed Harry
in this way, Harry already knew that Eric was also turned on by everything
that had been happening.

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