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Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2025 16:18:36 -0400
From: Robert Halstead <subkodak25@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Doms over Joey chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

I'm really worried about what's going to happen when David gets here and
Enzo can tell. "Listen, Joey: I keep telling you to trust me, but for some
reason you keep forgetting that I'm in charge here. I've spoken to
David. He knows the score. He wanted me to make you take his piss. I told
him you'll swallow one big mouthful but that's all. Maybe it will save you
a beating. David got the most pissed off when he found out you were gone
and he's probably going to take it out on you somehow."

"Oh great, that really helps me stop worrying," I say, pouting.

Enzo chuckles. "Oops! Sorry."

"And meanwhile, you chose the one way that would bring me down in David's
eyes."

"don't forget that it was his idea in the first place. I just modified it a
bit. I have no intention of letting everyone use you as a urinal now that
they apparently all know I've broken you in that way. But I think this is a
much better punishment than a thrashing."

"Will you be there, Enzo, to make sure it's only q mouthful? I could see
him getting carried away and forcing me to take it all."

He looks a little scornfully at me, probably tired of my failure to
trust. Of course he'll be there. Stupid me!

"I'll be there to watch this slave show a friend of mine how sorry it is
for how it had insulted him. At the same time, David will realize how much
I've conquered you, how I have the power to make you taste and swallow some
of his piss. You get degraded and I get praised for allowing it. That
really strokes my ego, baby." And with that he kisses me on my forehead.

And so it goes as the day moves on.

Although he said he didn't want me sore two days in a row, about 4 pm he
orders me to go clean myself out. Oh, my. I hope he'll be gentle when he
fucks me. Then I realize how my submissive thinking just automatically
surrendered me to him. Yes, he is going to fuck me, even though he knows
I'm still a little sore from last night. I am his slave. He can fuck me
whenever he wants, no matter how much it hurts or how sore it makes
me. Fuck. I even feel sore when I shove the enema nozzle up my ass! I've
made the water as warm as I could handle, hoping it will calm things down
inside.

And another thing, in case I didn't express it fully enough: I have
absolutely no choice here. He's decided he wants to fuck me. End of
story. It only takes two tries to get me running clear and the second time
I didn't fill myself up all the way. I don't think that will be a problem.

Done. Cleaned off. Crawling out of the bathroom to his couch. He gets me up
on the couch grabbing my legs and holding them up over my head. "Spread
those legs more," he says. He's cold. Impersonal. For all intents and
purposes, I could have just been an ordinary call boy he rented for the
hour. It's not like we have a relationship right now. Sometimes he gets
like this with me and it's hot in its own way, but only because I
understand it's only a temporary little wiggle in our roleplay.

He positions my legs the way he wants. Then he picks up a
cane. Uh-oh. "Look at this," he says, brandishing it over me. "I will use
it on you if you drop those legs." Again impersonal. And then he takes the
cane and lays it on my tummy so I can hold it there with my legs. "Don't
drop the cane," he warns.

Holy fucking shit! This is so intense! Enzo is taking over my life and
making me his slave in every way. It's Enzo who told David he'd be able to
humiliate me more than anyone else by what he was going to do to me, to
piss in my mouth and make me swallow it down. Enzo wants to do this to
me. Enzo continually keeps finding ways to exert his mastery over me. Enzo
who is close to punishing me for my lack of trust. Enzo with the amazingly
gorgeous smile on his face as he leans over me with his hard cock poised at
the entrance to my hole.

"You are my very good boy," he says to me and then lets some of his spit
drip down into my open mouth. "My slave, my slut, my cocksucker, my urinal,
my cunt, my houseboy, my rent boy," and more spit drools down. "And now I
take you, Joey. I invade your body the same way I'm invading your life."

He enters ever so slowly while his eyes pierce mine and I realize that even
though he has the right to brutally rape me if he wants, he has chosen to
make love to me and show me how he holds me in his heart. Slowly, steadily,
in then out some then in . . . . . . . . .  "Make me proud tonight,
baby. Show him no resistance. I'll be there. I'll be your safeword."

"Yes, Master, I promise," the words ride on a wave of my tears.  For supper
he has me sit on his lap and he feeds me a warm pudding of bread and
chicken and cream sauce from a spoon. It's very tasty and I really like it
when he feeds me himself. This would have made a terrible mess if I had to
eat it from a bowl on the floor.

"This will help absorb the piss," he says to me.

"Um, with all due respects, Master, but I don't think things work that
way. Somehow it all gets jumbled up together and . . .  " he cuts me off.

"That's far enough, brat. It's the thought that counts, you ungrateful
little twink bitch. Your Master is trying to get you ready for drinking
piss in a couple hours." Ominous words, to be sure.

. . . . .

I open the door and immediately fall to my knees as David comes in. He's
all leathery tonight; I never knew he was into it that much. He's wearing a
cap covering most of his blond hair. He must be growing it out for some
reason. (Fine by me). I've been so busy first being mad at him now being
afraid of what he's gonna do to me. I'm naked on my knees before him and
he's come to some kind of reconciliation and/or punishment. Enzo knows what
he's planning but I do not.

He walks into the sitting room and sits on the couch. He snaps his fingers
and points to the floor between his feet. Keeping my head lowered I crawl
towards him, begging in my mind that he not be too mean to me even though I
admit he has the right to punish me any way he wants.  When I get to him,
he has me bend over. He takes handcuffs and quickly cuffs my wrists behind
my back. "Up!"

"Look at me," he orders and I raise my head and eyes to focus on his
breathtaking beauty made even more intense by the scornful look on his face
which I know is not acting. He does think of me that way. He sees me as
some kind of failure or disappointment that I could not manage to live my
life as one of the guys, but I had to settle on something pathetic and
despicable, a faggot submissive.

He has me trapped in his gaze when he reaches out his hand and touches his
fingers to my lips. I open for him, his thumb, his fingers as he plays with
my lips, fucks my mouth a bit with one finger or another or even three at a
time, then he pulls on my lips then shapes my mouth. In the midst of all
this he keeps slapping my face. Slapping, playing, slapping, toying,
slapping, forming. "My piss is going to be in this mouth, faggot" is all he
says to me. His other hand reaches out to my right nipple (which was
already made sore yesterday) and quickly gets me to the point where I'm
crying out even while his other fingers are still in my mouth.

Enzo calmly moves David's punishing fingers to my other nipple and I want
to cry in gratitude. "All the more fun for me, faggot. Turn this virgin
nipple into a blazing ball of agony." And he follows through while at least
keeping a couple fingers in my mouth. "If you fucking bite my fingers, I'll
take a hairbrush to your balls, pig." He is so goddamn hot and gorgeous and
I really think that beneath all his contempt for me he's still a little
sweet on me.

"We used to be friends, faggot, but look how that's all done. I'd never be
a friend to a slave like you. If I had known how sick your thoughts were
when we were kids I'd have beaten the crap out of you every chance I ever
got, hoping to beat it all out of you. And now? You were rude to me. Rude
and disappointing. Stupidly rude. And do you know what, faggot? Your Master
said I could take a strap to you if I wanted, but I decided not to because
if I started whipping you that way I don't think I'd be able to stop and
Enzo would have to pull me off you. So I decided not to whip you, at least
not this time."

I'm crying out in agony now. He succeeded in making my nipples each hurt
just as much. Like he said once, "blazing balls of agony."

David keeps talking to me in his hypnotic voice. "So I asked myself what I
could possibly do to punish you that would drive home how low you are in my
eyes. What would the most humiliating thing of all be? And then I knew,
because Enzo has told us how much you don't like having to drink his piss,
that you aren't used to it yet. Perfect! You're gonna fucking drink mine
too, pig!"

He stands up and drops his pants. There it is, that magnificent dick,
standing out straight. "you know what to do, cocksucker. Get to work!"
Eventually I'm chocking as he holds my head tightly to his groin, then
backing off and slime comes out of my mouth. Then he grabs me by my
hair. "Get back up on it, faggot!" It gets to the point where I'm hating it
now and just want it to stop, even though it's David's dick that's doing
all this to me. Finally, he cums, and really makes a mess out of me with
it, not only in my mouth but on my face mixed in with the slime I've been
choking up.

Finally the moment comes that I've been dreading. "Clean out the slit then
hold it in your mouth for my piss, slut" And I wait. And wait. And this
makes it even worse until I actually get the to point where I catch myself
wishing it would happen! Surely enough, it does. And it's horrid! He leans
over me and spits on my face more.

Enzo gives an order. "Kneel up straight. Hold David's piss in your mouth
and learn the taste of it. Realize what you are in his eyes."

David laughs at me. He actually fucking laughs at me!!!!! "Okay,
pig. Swallow my piss! It's the best drink you've ever had!" He stands there
and watches me swallow. Then slaps me across the face with a blow that
knocks me over, pulls up his pants, shakes Enzo's hand, and leaves.

I start crying. Enzo let David break me and if it never happens again, I
will still always be that broken in, what David thinks, and how he deals
with me.

"I know you might have trouble understanding this right now, Joey, but
eventually you'll understand why you don't have only one Master. At times
you need a Master who would be so obsessed with breaking you of all your
pride. Unfortunately, it would never work out for you to belong to him full
time. You wouldn't be able to survive that."

He was frequently talking to me about what it means to be is slave and how
he allows other Masters control over me at times. "This is perfect, Joey. I
regulate even the amount of your subjugation at the hands of the
others. They'll do things that I'm not all that fond of doing to you
myself, but things which I believe have to be done to a slave like you in
order to regulate you it and keep you in the right head space."

Dammit! I do understand it. Once again I have to marvel at how brilliant my
Master is, and how much he has to teach me. Oh, and by the way, all the
while I was recalling these things I was listening to Barber's
Adagio. Perfect music for an exhausted and tyrannized submissive
remembering one of the lowest moments in his entire life.

I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but that's about all I can handle
telling you at the moment. It was exhausting just to remember what happened
to me that day.

. .


Enzo let David to that to me. Enzo let David do that to me. Enzo let David
do that to me.

For days afterwards, that thought was reverberating through my mind and
drowning out almost everything else. And sometimes it was answered with "I
drank David's piss." and "I tasted David's piss," then "Enzo allowed it."

Slowly it began to sink in. Enzo got tremendous pleasure from knowing he
has crushed me under his heel, so to speak. If he made me do that just to
satisfy David's rage at me for not knowing my place during a weak moment,
he can make me to anything. I am totally at his disposal no matter what it
means or how fully he wants me humiliated and disciplined.

I was very subdued at work all week. Fortunately I'm in the middle of a
project which demands me to spend a great deal of time working on my own
with little outside distractions and, of course, the main distraction is
how utterly broken I realize I am when I'm not at work. Every night he sent
someone to my door. Every night I sucked and swallowed the semen of a
stranger. Every night, I was slapped and spit on and humiliated, Sometimes
by rough-hewn college athletes and their coaches, one night both at the
same time. Meanwhile, I had not a word from Enzo and he didn't answer my
texts and messages.

"I will have nothing further to do with you until you have made your amends
with Kevin Saturday night. In the mean time, stay in your room and obey
anyone who knocks on your door. I expect you to show your gratitude in the
way you service the men who make use of you. This week, you are not my
slave, you are a slave. A Slave to anyone who finds his way to your door,
knowing what you are."

Is it any wonder I am very subdued at work this week? In fact, I wouldn't
have been the least bit surprised if one of my colleagues happened to come
into my office and demand that I fall to my knees because he has found out
what I am. Of course, nothing like that happened. I guess I should be
relieved.

One day, a delivery boy brought a dozen yellow roses to me in a beautiful
vase. I knew who it was from when I read the note card which said, "yellow
is the color of what you drank on Saturday night. Accept these as a gesture
of my appreciation for what you have become." I guess I should have felt
lucky that the roses weren't red. And so the week painfully marched on
towards Saturday. But rather than being a special day the way it was last
week with Enzo, this week I'm home alone and received 4 "visitors" over the
course of the day.

. . .

At 8:00 PM I'm instructed to report to a certain address, which turns out
to be the address of a professional dungeon. I'm ordered to strip and then
I'm collared and manacles are put on both my wrists and my feet. Two men
come in and fasten me too a contraption which is really nothing more than a
spanking stool. My collar is locked to a platform, and my arms are bound
down to the legs of the platform, my ass is raised and both legs fastened
down as well. I am a very clear target.

Kevin comes in. He says nothing. He picks up a vicious looking strap from
the side table, inspects my ass with his fingers, and lays 3 lashes across
my ass. Then he speaks. "Drink the pain. This is what happens to slaves who
try to escape from their Masters when a simple word would have sufficed."
He gives me three more lashes. The third one hits me where I'm already the
most sore. I scream.

"Drink the pain!" He walks around me. Most of the time I can't see him
because of the way my collar is locked to the platform they laid me
over. He touches me lightly in one place or another and then all of a
sudden the strap comes down and lands right below my left wing. Another
lash whips my legs bit below my ass and then he lashed me two more times in
exactly the same spot. I scream again. "Sing!" He keeps encircling me, this
time instead of touching me with his fingers he wraps me with a knuckle and
he seems to know where it will hurt the most.

Finally he goes over to the side table and lays down the strap. He picks
something else up and I hear it swish through the air. Much to my horror, I
realize it's a cane, a thin whippy cane. He whips my ass with the cane
again and again and again, one quick stroke after another, up and down my
ass and then my upper legs. "If you ever pull shit like you pulled again
I'll make sure to whip your back as well."

As it is, my entire body is on fire and I'm sobbing out the word "sorry"
again and again. This is the most pain I have ever felt, and every single
bite his lashes take of my flesh drives home the fact that they have truly
enslaved me, and I'm afraid it is no longer a question of whether or not
I'm turned on by what's happening. And yet, the worst is still to come.

Using both his hands, he slaps my body up and down everywhere where I have
already been whipped and his hands reignite the fires. His hands tell me
how disappointed he is and me after all of the work he's put in trying to
help me become what I told him I want to become. His hands remind me that I
have asked for, no, I fucking begged for what is happening. I just didn't
know what I was asking for and how it would continually intensify. Nothing
ever stays the same. There's always some sort of progression. For me, that
direction was down, down, down.

Kevin leaves me alone there, turns off all the lights and shuts the door
behind him. Wave after wave of pain go through me as I realize just how
real this has all become. Again the refrain starts up in my head that was
tormenting me all week. Enzo has allowed this to happen to me, this whole
week beginning with David pissing in my mouth then a week being used as
community property by a number of horny men and now to the worst beating
I've ever gotten and it was real punishment. Real true punishment. Real
true punishment for a boy who's been enslaved by guys who used to be his
friends but have now become Masters.

And do you know what? I'm really not sure where I go from here. I'm not
sure if I can go anywhere from here. I am really and truly terrified right
now, afraid that I have somewhere somehow been dragged through to another
dimension, a dimension where this slavery is very real, and I am a captive
being taught that I dare not ever even think of misbehaving or trying to
escape. Now that I know what it's like to be punished in this bleak
dimension, I swear to myself that I will make sure it never happens again.

But it's only an illusion brought on by the shock and pain of how terribly
Kevin has punished me. The truth is that he, too, has broken me. Whenever I
see David's face I will remember what he did to me and what it means for
our relationship. Whenever I see David's face I'll remember what he says to
me, "I am not your friend. I am never a friend to a faggot slave like
you. I will use you however I want. I will always despise you for what you
are even while I'm making use of your body in every imaginable way. You
will refuse me nothing because you have surrendered the right to make your
own decisions about what you will do or how you will be used. I'm afraid
that his prediction has come true.  And Kevin? All he has to say to me is
"DRINK" and I'll remember drinking down the agony of the whipping he gave
me in that dungeon. Now I will hasten to serve him any way he demands.

As it turns out, Kevin gets particularly fond of bringing me to Evander's
and showing off the power he has over me. More than once he's taken a strap
to me right there in the middle of the showroom, my wrists bound to a
whipping post. He would find as many ways a possible to show off his power
over me and that I'm nothing more than a prop. Once he makes me spend hours
on my knees in that damn lounge sucking off any lonely chump who spends
enough money to earn a seat there. Another time I spent almost the entire
day locked in a cage so tight I could barely move at all, while various
customers would come over and spit on me or even piss on me. One fellow
actually shot his load on my face.

Another time he had me spread-eagled and had clothespins put on my nipples
and balls until finally I begged him to take some off while my tears were
flowing down my face. This no worse than what happens to subs like me in
public clubs except for here it all happens in broad daylight and that robs
it of all its mystique.

The worst thing of all is that the last few times he took me there he just
threw me naked and bound up in the back seat of the car. "You say one
fucking word and I'll stop the car, go back there and gag you with a big
penis gag so you can choke on it for the rest of the way home." There was
no aftercare from Kevin any longer.

Not only did I have to drink pain and humiliation from him, I also had to
drink death. The death of a relationship.


THAT'S ALL FOR THIS CHAPTER


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