Taylor knelt before Kam, unable to fully process the declaration he needed training. Taylor watched Kam reach for something, and as Kam connected it around his neck, Taylor realized it was a dog collar. "That will help put you in the mood. And I like seeing you in it." Taylor just groaned. The collar was snug on his neck. He felt owned, the circle of leather pulling him further down. "We're going to take some time to train you. Eventually you'll be a good slave." Taylor groaned again, knowing he had no choice in the matter. "Let's get that tongue to work. Lick my junk."
"Yes, Master." Taylor couldn't resist. He didn't have it in him. The plug was still in his ass, and he had sucked Kam off the whole way here. Having to face people today, people who had seen his humiliation on video had ripped him to shreds. Knowing Kam had fucked Pam had sunk in during the drive and Taylor was numb. Taylor leaned forward, extended his tongue and licked the side of Kam's balls, near the creavece it met the leg. He felt like a dog. He licked more, getting the balls to move, lickig up Kam's shaft which stiffened some.
Taylor licked around, getting the balls, shaft, even up to the head. He had been ordered to lick, not suck, so that's what he did. No rebellion now, just doing as he was told. His defeats swam before his eyes. Physical defeats, in athletic contests and dick size, the crushing defeat of having to suck Kam off that first time, and the possibly harder blow of Kam fucking Pam. Knowing there was video, only the most innocuous which had been posted so far. Kam had much worse to put out if he chose.
"Fetch me a beer bitch-dog. There's some in the fridge." Kam's foot ran up and down Taylor's cock as he issued the order.
"Yes, Master." Taylor started to rise.
"Un-nuh. Crawl bitch, like the dog you are." Kam grinned.
"Yes, Master." Taylor got to his hands and knees, crawling to the kitchen, getting the can and crawling back. He felt low. Kam widened his legs, and Taylor knew he had to get back to work. He did, drawing his tongue more over the cock and balls before him. He heard Kam give a contented sigh and slide down a bit, obviously enjoying the service. Taylor just sort of zoned out, licking and playing his fall over and over in his head. He lost track of time.
Taylor was brought back to reality as Kam shifted, pulling back up on the seat. After blinking twice, Taylor moved forward to continue his work, realizing his tongue was dry. How long had he been doing this? Kam was moving around, and Taylor realized Kam was doing something to the collar. Suddenly, Kam stood up, and Taylor discovered he was leashed. Kam lead Taylor to the kitchen. Taylor heard water running, and Kam put a dog dish of water on the floor in front of his slave. "Drink slave."
"Yes, Master." Taylor felt a twist in his gut as he bent lower and began to lap at the water. Kam chuckled over him. As his tongue returned to normal, Taylor started to reflect on his position. How could he be just taking this? He gripped his hands into fists. He had to do something. But he didn't know what. Kam had videos of him doing all sorts of gay shit. Not that Kam could be seen in them, unless someone recognized Kam's huge cock, it would be just Taylor getting destroyed. Kam could just sit back and laugh. Taylor had no choice, he was stuck, total stuck with no way out.
Quenched, Taylor shook his head a bit. "You have a lot to learn still." Kam declared from on high. Taylor looked up at him. Kam seemed taller, with Taylor on the floor before him. "I'm going to make you do stuff that you will hate. You'll do everything I tell you. Everything. You understand."
"Yes, Master." Taylor really felt under Kam's thumb.
"Come with me." Kam pulled the leash, Taylor followed crawling not sure what was going to happen next, not sure what he would do, knowing he'd cave. "I want you to clean this, with your tongue."
Taylor came out of his fog, realizing he was in the bathroom. Kam was pointing to the toilet. "Fuck no!" Taylor started to back up, staying on his knees.
"You will." Kam pulled the leash, once again defeating Taylor, who got dragged on the tiled floor. Taylor felt more like a dog trying to scramble back. Kam dragged him to the toilet and grabbed Taylor's neck, forcing it to the rim. "Lick slave." Kam's grip on Taylor's neck tightened, forcing Taylor a yelp of pain. "Do as you are told." Kam growled, adding more strength to the pressure on Taylor's neck.
Choking back a sob, Taylor extended his tongue until it hit the cold porcelain, causing a shutter that made it through his entire body. Kam's hand was firm, Taylor licked. After a few licks, Kam's hand released, but Taylor continued, licking the rim of the commode. Kam watched him, smirking. Taylor felt a tear run down his cheek, but he kept licking.
Knowing what he was doing was disgusting, that he was crawling even lower because Kam made him. Taylor couldn't believe he was doing this, degrading himself further and further because Kam wanted it. Would he ever be free? Could he ever get away from Kam? Or would his life be doing anything his old rival wanted him to do? Taylor continued to lick.
"I'll be back for you later. Keep your cleaning work going." Kam left Taylor to debase himself without an audience. It was worse than having Kam watch, licking a toilet without anyone to see him, to just obey. Over the bowl, Taylor saw and heard a teardrop fall into the water. He realized Kam was pushing him lower than he had ever been before. Knowing he wasn't being watched, Taylor stopped licking and just stared at the water. It was stupid, just looking at the water in a toilet bowl. But it was all the comfort he had, cold comfort though it may be. Hearing Kam move around, Taylor began to lick again, even though the sounds were far enough away that he knew he couldn't be seen. The fear of punishment, both immediate physical and later if Kam sent out the videos, was maddening.
Taylor sniffed, he could tell Kam was doing something, now he smelt food. Steak? Yes, Kam was cooking a steak, the scent making its way to Taylor's nose. Taylor thought back to the cheap plastic-wrapped sandwich he had left in his room, knowing it was a mark of his fall, a ploy to keep away from people who had seen him humiliated on their screens. Taylor just kept licking, his spirit falling further and further, not able to find any way out of the predicament he was in.
Taylor zoned out, just letting his body go and blanking his mind. Not thinking seemed to help, as it hid the disgust he felt for himself. He was a bit startled when he realized Kam was picking up his leash and giving it a slight tug. "Come on slave, time to eat."
