Date: Sat, 30 Dec 2023 20:27:12 -0500 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Training Toby 47 FORTY-SEVEN Galvin gets to his father's place earlier than he told his brother to meet him there because he wanted to have some time to speak to his father about where Elliot was heading. Aaron, Galvin's father, knew quite a bit about the scene and has even explored it a bit with a couple of women he had dated. He, too, was a Dom when he played at it, and often chuckled when Galvin told him he was following in his father's footsteps. Now it's time to get Aaron used to having a son on the other side of the table. "You're sure about this, Galvin," asks Aaron, "I've never seen anything like that in him when he was growing up, that's for sure." "Well, Dad, for some it's an acquired taste, I guess. I've only known about it for about 2 years now. I have a friend who had spent a couple play sessions with him and was telling about the potential this sub he was dating has if someone handled it slowly. Finally he told me the sub's name was Elliot and I figured that was just a made-up name and not our Elliot." "Wow. What a coincidence that would have been. So how did you find out it was your brother?" "The guy had taken a couple pictures that had his face in them. I freaked out, unfortunately." "Why do you say unfortunately?" "Because my freak out made my buddy decide not to touch Elliot any more. Too damn bad, too. He would have been perfect for the boy if I hadn't fucked the whole thing up." "So how about the guy you say he's with now?" "From what he's telling me---and we don't' really talk about this stuff much---this guy picked him up at Casa Tito's one night and they've been together since. He even had Elliot move in—which seems awfully early, but, like I say he's a reasonable guy—Adrian's his name---and I've met him, so things are cool. And after all, it was Adrian who managed to help Elliot and me get back together after a . . um . . . disagreement. But now, I'm not going to get involved any more. It's better when the two of us keep our sex lives to ourselves." "Gee, I'm not so sure about that, son. I may be over-reacting because this is the first I heard about it, but if Elliot is serious about taking up that role, I think it would be wise for you to have a bit more knowledge about what's going on. Especially considering they're already living together. After all, Galvin, you've never had a sub live with you in the past, not even tonyboy." "Okay, Dad, I'll give it some thought. Maybe I'll make an opening tonight." "I'd appreciate that, son. After all, he's your little brother and you have a right to know what's going on, especially since he's a submissive." Elliot's car pulls up. Elliot comes in and hugs his father. "Looking good, son, although as usual I wish you'd gain some more weight." He reaches out and puts his hand around Elliot's neck. "Hey, what's this you go on, kid?" Aaron inspects Elliot's neck. "A collar. Wow. . . . A collar? Did you join a circus or something?" Elliot blushes. "In a way, Pa, in a way. Let's just leave it at that." "You sure you're doing okay. I mean, you look pretty happy. Any troubles, son? Anything different?" "Well, I've decided not to return to Gordon. It just wasn't for me, Pa. My GPA was in the basement last semester and all the work is too hard and too boring. One of my friends said I'm just not college material." "Well, it's better to find that out now than after wasting more time and money. So what are you going to do with yourself?" "I'm checking out a couple of trade ideas. Nothing specific now. In the meantime, I earn some money doing odd jobs here and there. And I gave up my dorm room. I'm living with a friend now who's letting me stay there for free as long as I help around the house." Aaron looks at Galvin and winks at him. "As long as you're working for your keep, boy." "Yes, Sir," says Elliot automatically then reaches up to cover his mouth. Aaron chuckles. "I get the impression that it's becoming a habit for you, saying `yes, Sir,' is that it?" "Kind of, Pa. Hey, we've got to get going. I can't get home too late. I promised Mas---um Adrian I'd be home in time to watch a show we're following at 10." Aaron lets the slip go by. "Hey, thanks for stopping by. Be a good boy for your friend." Elliot couldn't possibly be more embarrassed and now cant wait to get out of the house. He goes right to Galvin's car. "I cant believe that," he says once he and his brother are both seated and Galvin's backing out of the driveway. "It's almost like he knows something." "Our father knows a lot more than you might think he knows, Elliot. And he's totally cool with everything he knows." "So you told him?" "Yes. As your big brother I decided I didn't want us keeping secrets from our own father. Don't' worry, Ell, he's cool." "So That's why he just said "be a good boy." "You got it, kid. But hey, you're the one who didn't take off your collar?" "Galvin, I didn't think he'd be rubbing my neck. Shit. You can't really see it, can you?" "No. Is it required that you wear it." "Everywhere, yes. But it's pretty easy to hide when I need to. But since I'm not back at school I don't run into that many people." "So tell me. What kind of `odd jobs' are you doing for people?" "Um . . . Galvin . . .. I thought we weren't talking about that stuff." "Change of plans. Dad wants me to be better informed, . . .um . . . considering . . " "considering that I'm a faggot slave to an older man?" "you got it, kid. Grin and bear it. And how much older is he than you, anyway?" "Only 5 years. He graduated Gordon two years ago. Has a good job, too. Pretty nice house." "So I assume you're the houseboy?" "Yes, I am. Not only for him, either." "So he's pimping you out?" "as a houseboy only, Galvin. Don't worry. And with my clothes on." Galvin chuckles. Elliot looks at him. "What's so funny, bro?" "As time goes by, that won't last." "What won't last?" "Clothing. A lot of gay men like using naked houseboys when they can find them." Elliot sighs. "Elliot, I'm not going to tell you what to do, but if you're really serious about this submissive role, it will probably happen." "He calls me his slave, Galvin." "You dig that?" "So far." "Well slaves work naked most of the time, boy. So being a naked houseboy is in your future. At least that. "So tell me: Do you get to keep what you earn as a houseboy or do you have to give it all to your Master?" "He takes it. He owns everything. Including me." "What about being rented out for sex?" "We haven't spoken about it." "Yet." "Yes, big bro, yet." "Tell me one thing before we go inside," Galvin says while driving into the restaurant's parking lot. "What's that?" "do you realize where he may be leading you? Have you considered what it might mean?" "we chat about things sometimes. Do we really have to talk about this tonight? It's embarrassing talking to you like this." "Okay, I'll let it drop for now. But I do expect you to keep me posted, especially if you find some things hard to deal with. I won't baby you, but I do know about training faggots. And Dad is worried." They go inside and to Elliot's great relief Galvin turns their conversation on to more comfortable ground. He even tells Elliot a bit about his own slave and about how he has to blow his boss everyday for lunch. There are a great many things to do at this arcade. They have hot dogs for supper and then play around until a little after 8:30. Galvin brings Elliot back to Dad's so Elliot can get his car and get home to Adrian by a little after 9. Adrian makes him put away the good clothing carefully then once the boy is naked he takes it over his knee for a nice warm-up before Elliot gives him a grateful blow job. Then despite its sore ass, Adrian has the slave sit on the floor between his legs while they watch their program. /// Harry tells Toby about the new slave he's "acquired," but doesn't give his name. But Toby knew. "His name is eric, right?" "the slave?" "Yes." `"How did you now?" "Derek told me. I know who Eric's first Master was. A real sadist. Did he tell you much about what happened between them? "More than enough. And I could see the results of that relationship on the slave's body. And he just abandoned it at the club not caring what would happen. "Typical behavior for August. I swear, Uncle Harry, August is getting more and more cruel and obsessive. Like actually turning Eric into a total slave, then just abandoning him like an old sofa he just left out on the corner. And sure, when I was with them, Eric was dominant with me, but it was always August in charge and Eric just followed along. I'm not surprised the way things turned out. Good riddance to August." "Eric told me August was leaving the country." "Really? I wonder where?" "He didn't know. He thinks August is probably up to something shady. He had a couple guys with heavy accents over one night to watch August work him over but he was blindfolded and didn't see them." "I'm glad he's with you now, Uncle Harry. Just don't beat his armpits too much, okay?" He sticks his tongue out at his uncle. "Brat. Just wait until I tell your owner! Maybe he should trade you in for someone with manners." Harry reaches out and messes with Toby's hair. "Hey I like that I can touch you now like I used to when you were a little kid." "Hugs especially. I missed your hugs when you backed off from touching me." "That was absolutely necessary, Toby. I really believe it wouldn't have been good if I did. Especially when you were in high school trying to figure things out. I'm pleasantly surprised, after all, about you ending up with Derek. He's quite a special guy." "Don't have to convince me, Uncle Harry," Toby says with a happy smile. "I can't believe how far things have come. Lightning fast!" "I hope you realize that you can always back off if you feel the need." "Nah. I like where we're at. Enough said. And sometimes we do back off for a while. Things are flexible. Fluid. It should be like that, right, Uncle Harry?" "In the best of cases it always, Toby. Otherwise one or both parties would break under the tension. After all, it is a chosen role-play, not a reality like all that horror before the Civil War. But let's change the subject: "Hear anything from my miserable brother?" "Not a word after the lawyers contacted me." "Bastard." "Never needed him, Uncle Harry. I had you." Toby reaches out to touch Harry's hand. "It goes both ways, kid." Harry queezes his hand and asks him about school. "So far, so good. It really helps that we kept the dorm room. I've got long breaks between a couple classes. The guys seem happy to see me around, except for one transfer student who freaked out when he saw me naked and caged. He has a lot to learn." "Must have been quite a shock. Where's he from?" "some red state where most of the parents have mental deficiencies because the standard of living is so low. Think he's on an athletic scholarship." "You ever have trouble with any of the jocks?" "Not any more. We did at first, but they came around. I service a couple of them and they set the others straight." Harry chuckles and gives an evil sneer. "Glad to see you're contributing to the quality of life in your dorm, Toby." "always a good boy, Uncle Harry. Derek likes it. Says it makes him proud that the guys I suck off know it's because he's the one who makes me do it. He owns me. I love that kind of talk." Toby shivers a bit. "I like the idea that I'm the one servicing dicks in the dorm and he's the one who gets all the credit for it. Nicely dehumanizing, if you know what I mean." Harry winks at him. "You two should start making memes," says Uncle Harry, chuckling. "That would be wild!" says Toby. "I'll have to figure out some image or picture I can use to go with the simple phrase, `He owns me,; or `I'm owned, . . . "I can think of another one," interjects Harry. "I'm safe." "Where I need to be." Toby smiles and gets dreamy eyes. "Hmmmm, those are pretty deep, Uncle Harry." "But they are significant. They are all things I can hear you saying to me right here at this table, the way you're bubbling on about how your feel about Derek and your relationship with him." A tear is just about ready to fall from Toby's eye. "What's the tear about, boy?" asks Harry. "Just that I'm so glad you're with me the way you've always been. Always causing me to think a little more deeply about things." "My dear boy, I have always loved being your mentor. Especially because you always soak up everything I tell you like a sponge that just landed in a pail of water, and a lot of it becomes part of you, part of the way you look at life." "Uncle Harry, I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for you." "Now I've got a tear in my eye, Toby. Thank you so much for saying that now. I'm so glad I didn't just ruin it all because of some stupid ideas which were stuck in my head about Master/slave protocols." "Well this is real, Uncle Harry. The protocol stuff is all make-believe that some people like to feel like they're a part of. Like me and Derek." "You and Derek? Interesting. Can you say more about that?" "Well, we started off as roommates. Then became friends. Then things got sexual and Derek got the urge to dominate me. Then he discovered that I'm an actual submissive. Then we played with the protocols. But we're not stuck there. Sometimes, especially when we're with others, we're just like a couple of college best friends. And then once we're alone, one of us give the other a signal that we want to be slave and Master again, so that's what we do." "And when you're not role-playing? Are you really just like a couple of buddies? Think about that before you answer me." Toby takes a big drink of water. After a while he answers, speaking very slowly. "No, never just that. Derek is always in charge and I always go along with anything he seems to be suggesting to others, but I understand it is a direct order from my Dom. I come across just as an agreeable guy, nothing more. Just like I turned out being with you. Just like you TRAINED me," he says, sticking out his tongue. "But of course that's not the case in the dorm, especially since this semester started." "What do you mean? Why is that so?" "Even though we now have our own place to live, I told you that Derek decided we'd still pay for the dorm room so we'd have a place to hang out when not in class. That way also we only bring one car to campus even though our schedules differ. But also, well, there are some rules in place for how I behave in the dorm. And because of that, all the guys know about the two of us. Most are chill about it. A few express open disgust. And there are also a few who get very attracted by it and start really taking an interest in getting into the scene themselves. Not only that, but Derek just found out that there are three upperclassmen on campus who are gay Doms." "Sweet boy, I have to say that I admire the way the two of you are thinking about things and that's what regulates your behavior rather then gut-reaction cravings or turn-ons that you can't control." "Oh, I have those too, but Derek levels me out." "Do you tell him about all of those impulses?" "Most of the time if they have any charge to them. Sometimes, they're just quick blips that disappear as fast as they arrive. They're easy to ignore. And forget." "I'm glad Derek is aware. The more transparent you are able to be with him, the better he's able to use that knowledge in some way. I'm sure it gives him ideas." "Oh, don't I know that! But he also has a lot of Dom friends now and he's always asking for advice about something he wants to try out." "And I suspect you are very good at letting him know where you might like to go." Toby blushes. It's time to leave. Harry drives him back to the cottage and gets out of the car when Toby does. They stand there holding a warm embrace for a substantial amount of time until the light over the front door automatically goes on and Toby knows it's time to come inside. As he drives home, Harry has to chuckle over what just happened. It reminded him of the standard scene on TV where a guy brings his girl home and they might kiss goodnight, but as soon as Daddy turns on the light they know it's time to separate and for the girl to go inside. Only this time Toby's his nephew and it's the boy's Master who flipped the lights. Yes, he thinks to himself, most of the people in the world would think this is a very bizarre situation, but it doesn't matter what they think. They'll never know for sure unless they read this story. And by then they'll have become cool. Enlightened. #### Thanks for all the emails and the stories you share with me. Please keep writing me. Emails are my reward for writing. subkodak25@gmail.com Other Stories of Mine: The Alex Chronicles Sweet Subjugation Tommy Loves His Sub Also please help support Nifty for all the great fun it gives us. donate@nifty.org