Date: Wed, 24 Apr 2024 10:45:47 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Jonah Takes Charge 14

XIV.

moving on . . .

As it turns out, William took advantage of Jonah's invitation and made
arrangements to come for supper on Wednesday a week later, because the
Emporium closes at 5 that day. Jonah had had William thoroughly vetted just
a couple days after he met him. No cause for alarm, he was told.

Aside from this, the only knowledge he had of William was how he had
mind-fucked the boy, and then how knowledgeable and persuasive he was when
Jonah took the slave there to get it outfitted.

The weather was nice, so he had a staff member grill burgers and dogs right
behind the house and used the boy to wait on them, dressed in nothing but
an apron and the Doc Maarten boots He had bought the boy.  The staff put
out a nice spread. William clearly enjoyed both the food and the sight of
their collared waiter-boy hastening here and there to meet their every
wish.

Jonah was getting very good at reading His slave, and He could tell that
the boy was turned on as usual by all the acts of obedience it was required
to perform. Apparently, Jonah could see, the boy's hunger for submissive
wasn't only confined to sexual service.

From time to time, Jonah and William fed the slave pieces of food from
their fingers, making sure it wasn't going to go hungry. One time William
held a hot dog in his hand up high over his head and made the slaveboy jump
in the air to bite off a piece of it, just like ravenous puppy.

And poor Timmy! He had mixed motions warring inside him. On the one hand,
the slave was angry at what William was doing while on the other hand it
was grateful. If it weren't for what William did to him at the bar, the boy
wouldn't have met the Master and been claimed by Him.

AND . . . The game of "fetch" that William kept playing with the slave was
annoying and humiliating, and William knew that it hated having to jump in
the air for its food. This was a subtle form of pain William had in store
for the boy. But first, Jonah called the boy over and pointed to his bare
feet. Timmy was relieved and threw himself into the task Jonah had trained
him for. William watched the slave suckle its Master's toes and lick
between them, and gave Jonah a "thumbs up" at the accomplishment.

"How much did You have to beat the slave into submission to get this kind
of service?" he asked Jonah. Jonah just smiled mysteriously, saying "I have
a wide assortment of unique teaching tools." Timmy had to stifle a giggle
at this, but Jonah shoved almost His whole foot into the slave's mouth to
stifle its reaction. Let that be their secret.

Finally, it was time for some special instruction. Jonah clipped the boy's
hands behind its back then and ordered it to kneel up facing the both of
them. "Mr. William—that's what you're to call him from now on-- plays an
important role in your life, Timmy. The moment you entered that bar that
first night barefoot—which was quite unusual—Mr. William was sitting
next to a man who had seen you on your knees at the "inferno" the other
night servicing a Dom who had a reputation for bringing down self-assured
college boys. When he saw you looking around nervously, he pointed you out
to Mr. William. He could see your humble and shy demeanor, and suspected
that you were available for some of the mind control that he was so good
at."

"Before long, you were standing before him drinking the water he had bought
you, eventually right between his spread legs, and you were answering his
questions politely and honestly even though you had an embarrassing story
to tell. That made things all the better. Mr. William established a bond
between the two of you and tested it by suggesting you strip off your
shirt. He enjoyed the sight of your perky nipples on your bare chest with
just a few stray hairs around them. He also enjoyed your discomfort but
spoke to you calmly, getting you to relax."

William takes over. "you were ripe for the picking, little faggot, standing
there with your nipples exposed and your bare toes getting dirty from the
crap on the floor of the bar. I decided to do you a favor, kid."  "what
favor was that, Sir?" asks Timmy.

"I decided to give you an opportunity to let go of your sense of
dignity—big college graduate you are, moving to a new city looking to
find out what you destiny might be. So, I plant an idea in your kinky
little head. Piss your pants, faggot. Right here, not in the john. Piss
yourself while we stand there and watch."

"And you bought it, baby. Right away I made you get down on the ground
wiping up the mess with you own fucking t-shirt, and again you went for
it. At that precise moment you were lost to the world of normal men,
boy. So I went to tell Mike the bouncer what happened, and then I left, my
work done for the night. Broke in another faggot sub. Brought it face to
face with its own need to be crushed under the weight of superior men's
scorn."

What can Timmy do, hearing all that? There's nothing to deny. It all
happened and now the boy knows a bit more about what this man was thinking
about him while speaking to him so gently and so deductively. It only
serves to increase the boy's own need to be debased in public just like
what came to pass that evening. So Timmy simply listens to his inner
sub. He leans forward and bows his head to the ground. He stays there,
groveling before the Master and the Persuader.

Jonah decides it's time for a painful trial. He brings out the new nipple
clamps He had bought from Evander, sets the dial low, and orders the slave
to kneel up again. He puts the clamps on the boy's nipples and gets just a
simply grunt for his efforts. That's fine. Things will soon get a lot more
intense.

So He sits back to observe William at work on the boy. Here was the
apprentice learning from the Master. And even though Jonah was the slave's
Master, William was about to conquer the boy's reluctance to surrender
itself in yet another way. To be honest, this turns out to be better than
watching a reality show. In fact, the thought did cross Jonah's mind that
the three of them could make some really video clips . . . something for
the future, perhaps, or for another story sometimes.

They decide to take things inside after they smoked a joint William had
brought with him. Jonah puts Timmy's knee pads on and orders the slave back
down on the ground for the duration. William decided to get started once he
felt the buzz from what they'd smoked. "Timmy my boy, come kneel before
me. I miss talking to you. We had a nice chat back in the bar a while back,
didn't we, boy?"

"Yes, Sir?" Timmy says nervously, his voice timidly rising at the end as if
he were asking a question.

"Yes, indeed. I remember how nicely you took off your shirt for me because
I told you I'd enjoy seeing you that way. Do you remember that, boy?"

"Yes, Sir. I surely remember that." (note to reader: Jonah get tired of
Timmy having to figure ways not so speak of himself in the first person, so
he suspended the rule for now).

"There was a dirty look in your eyes when you did that. You knew you were
definitely stripping for me because you knew I was going to feast on how
pretty your boyish body was."

"yes, Sir, remember that well. I was getting turned on by the fact that I
was obeying what you asked me to do, that I wanted to obey you."

"and you did obey, as we know. Thank you for telling me how it made you
feel. I like knowing things like that about you. It give me power over you,
faggot."

Timmy immediately lowers his eyes. "Yes, Sir."

William speaks very softly. "Get rid of the apron, slaveboy. You have no
need for it any longer."

Timmy keeps his eyes lowered but takes off the apron as sensually as he
can.

"Now I have the pleasure of seeing you totally naked and collared and
caged. That makes you ever more naked, boy. It marks you as the faggot
slave you are and that your Master has taken away any rights you have over
that cock between your legs. Is that what you are, boy?"

"Yes, Sir. I'm Master Jonah's slave, Sir. The cock belongs to Him,
Sir. That is why He keeps it locked up, so this slave won't touch it."  "I
like seeing you this way, boy. You have no idea how much pleasure it gave
me when Jonah came into my showroom leading you by a leash. And you were
stark naked. I suspected you'd make some Dom a good slave some day but I
never thought it would happen so quickly. And I knew just how much you
needed this—to be a slave."

"Yes, Master Jonah is teaching me a lot about being his slave."

"I'm sure he is. He's a good Master to have. He won't brutalize you, and
He's very protective of you. So you know that He approves of everything I
might do to you tonight. All you have to do is talk to Me the nice way you
did when you first met me."

"I enjoy talking to you, Sir."

William chuckles. "Indeed. I as well. So anyway, getting back to your
story, how are you feeling about what happened with Roger now that time has
gone past and you're under a good Master's direction? Does it still hurt,
boy?"

"Not any longer, Sir. Now it's more of a turn on. It all depended on the
context, Jonah has taught me."

"How so?"

"Well, right when I left there I was viewing it as Roger just taking
selfish advantage of me, of using the faggot just because he knew I had
such a crush on him."

"And you no longer see it that way?"

"NO, Sir. Now I realize that all along Roger was just treating me the way I
deserved to be treated. He was training me to be a slave, just giving me a
beginner lesson, Sir."

 "so he was getting your ready to become Jonah's slave?"

"Yes, Sir. That's what was happening. So now it turns me on to see it that
way, him training the future slave."

"You had mentioned there were things he made you do that you didn't
like. At the time, you didn't wish to mention any of them. Do you still
feel the same way, or are you ready to let me strip you a little more
naked? If so, tell me just one thing he made you do. Come on, boy, expose
yourself to me."

Timmy looks like he's staring far into the past. He speaks slowly. "He made
me kiss his feet and lick his crack." He exhales sharply.

"There you go, boy. Let it go now. I bet you'll gladly do those things for
Jonah, won't you, boy?"

"Sure, Sir. He's my Master."

"Can you give me an example of one more thing, boy?"

"He made me strip naked and suck his cock when his roommate was there
watching it all and stroking himself."

"that was the first time anyone saw it?"

"Yes, Sir, it was. I cried that night after I got home."

"Why did you cry?"

"Ashamed of myself, Sir."

"Do you feel that way now, boy? I know that Jonah also makes you be naked
while others are around to watch. He did it with Zeke and Zach, didn't he?

"Yes, Sir."

"Did Roger ever make you take any pain, boy?"

"No, Sir."

"Were you maybe wishing he might spank you?"

Timmy blushes. "Yes, a little Sir."

"But now you've gotten spanked a lot, haven't you?"

"Yes, Sir. Master taught me, slaves get whipped all sorts of ways."

"And He's showed you that as well, hasn't He?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And what is it like to take that kind of pain, boy?"

"It hurts, Sir."

"Does that upset you?"

"Not usually, Sir. It just helps me remember that I'm His slave."

"I'm sure. And I bet it turns you on to take pain from Him, doesn't it,
even if it sometimes hurts a lot."

"Yes, it does, Sir. Jonah taught me that I'm a pain pig."

"I'd like to see you take some more pain from your Master tonight, boy."

Timmy breathes more heavily. "How so, Sir?"

"I'd like to watch your Master make those clamps on your nipples get
tighter. Can you do that for me so I can see?"

"Yyyyes, Sir."

"Then go beg your Master to do that. Then crawl back over here."

Timmy leaves and crawls to Jonah. Without being asked, the slave kisses His
feet as a sign of submission. Then the slave kneels up and begs Jonah to
tighten the clamps."

"Say it louder so My friend William can hear you ask me."

In a louder voice. "Please tighten the clamps, Master. Please give me more
pain."

"since you asked so nicely, sweetheart," Jonah reaches out and we hear a
click on each nipple and the slave sucks air through its teeth and tightens
up, taking the pain. finally it forces out the words, "thank You, Master."

Jonah tells the slave to crawl back to William. When the slave gets back to
William, its face definitely showing that its struggling to bear the pain,
William smiles at him and says, "Never forget that I'm the one who turned
you from a nosy college boy to a true novice slave. I did it for Jonah
because I could tell He was the one to continue your descent into the
depths of your slavery. Never forget that it was my hands that made your
collar fashion itself around your neck. And it was my hands that put the
cage over your little dick and then locked you into it. And now I can enjoy
the sight of your full body naked except for collar and cage." It is I who
turned you into Jonah's slaveboy. It was I who wants to train you some
more."

"yes, Master, and thank You for all that."

"I don't know if you realized this, faggot. but your Master gave me
permission to tighten the clamps myself one more click. Did you know that,
slave?"

"No, Sir, did not know it." Timmy struggles with the words.

"I think I'd like to do that now so I can watch your face as the pain
hits. I would really enjoy seeing the look on your face."

Tears appear in Timmy's eyes. "please, Sir."

"Please, what, boy? `Please go ahead, Sir,' or `Please don't do it, Sir."
which one is it, boy? answer me."

A tear slides down Timmy's cheek. Jonah gets up from his seat and comes to
stand next to William to watch. "PPpppllllease go ahead, Sir." and it
squeezes its eyes shut.

"Open those eyes, faggot," says Jonah. "Let us see how you take the pain."

William slowly reaches out a hand and clicks one of the clamps and Timmy
howls in pain. Then he tightens the second one. The boy starts sobbing not
only from the pain but also because of how much power Jonah is giving
William.

 As anyone who's ever been subjected to nipple torture knows, the pain
continues long after any clamps have been removed. And as if that were the
end of its subjugation, Jonah whispers to the sobbing slave, "I have to
piss. Show William how you've become My urinal." With that He stands up and
takes out His cock.  William watches approvingly as Timmy kneels down to
drink its Master's piss right from the faucet, just the way it's been
trained to do.

Once Jonah has finished and the slave has cleaned the tip of His cock,
Jonah puts it away and both men get up to leave the patio. Jonah orders
Timmy to clean up from dinner then to report back to them upstairs. They
leave.

30 minutes later, a naked and sore slaveboy crawls to them and grovels in
humiliation while Jonah and William congratulate each other with their
success in subjugating the young faggot and helping it understand what its
life will be like unless it decides to claim its freedom.

END OF CHAPTER FOURTEEN


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Finally, here's the list of my former stories and when the ends of the
stories were posted. Always best to read them in order.

1. The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022
These four are connected:
2. Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023
3. Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023
4. Brandon's Brothers 5/29/2023
5. Total Subjugation: 5/25/2023

Stand-alone stories:
6. Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023
7. Training Toby 12/31/2023
8. Breaking Me In 3/10/2024
9. The Brothel Slave 3/31/2024

Have a nice day!
Rob