They called in dinner and, after eating, Brice had done the dishes. That was one of his jobs around the house. Then, he changed, because Jay liked him looking hot around the house. He slipped into a light pink buttondown, tight khakis, and sat down with Jay to watch the news. He had a cleaned cage on his cock, and Jay cuffed his hands in front of him. It had become their routine. Jay pulled Brice into him, threw his left leg over Brice's right one, put his arm around his shoulder, and found Brice's nip. Brice had cum during the last play, so it would be awhile before he got aroused again, but it would happen. Jay truly did know how to "push his buttons."
"Sir, can I ask you a question about tonight?" Brice turned to Jay. "Of course. First, a kiss." Jay planted his lips on Brice's. Brice's lips were resistant, and Jay sensed this wasn't play. Brice had something on his mind. "What's bothering you, studmuffin?"
"Well, sir, I'm wondering why you didn't fuck me. I know you were hard, and I wanted it, and I thought you did. But then, well.... " Brice began to blush. "Not that I'm complaining. When I was with women, I wondered why they always wanted me to eat them. Now I know. GOD that felt so good."
Jay sighed. "Well, first of all, studmuffin, you have to understand something a lot clearer than I think you do. On a basic level, I dominate, you do what you're told. If I don't want to fuck, we don't fuck. " Brice was silent "yes Sir. I understand that. I just thought you... mmmph." Jay had covered Brice's mouth with his hand. "Alright. You're gonna listen without speaking for a few minutes. I'll either hand gag you, or shove something in your mouth to keep you quiet. But you WILL listen. " "MMMPH.. Brice signaled 'yes' by bobbing his head. He hoped that Jay understood he didn't need the gag, but being gagged was hot.
"You know, Brice, as far as I know, I'm the first, and the only man, who's had his dick inside of you, is that right?" Brice nodded yes. "And, I hope this doesn't shock you, you are not the first man I've fucked. Not the 10th, and maybe not the 100th either. It's been a few. I know a bit more than you do. And I WANTED to fuck you tonight. In fact, Brice, I want to fuck you ALL the time. And as of now, I want to be the ONLY man who EVER fucks you. " Brice began to moan through the gag. The thought of being Jay's exclusive bottom hadn't hit him yet. "But studmuffin, when I looked at your ass tonight, you were more than sore. You were, for lack of a better word flaming red. You were inflammed."
Jay took his hand off Brice's mouth, and put it back on his nip. "Thank you Sir. I didn't realize that. I just thought I was sore."
Jay began to play with Brice's nip. "Now, if I work you too hard, and you get hurt, we are BOTH going to regret it. You're a hungry bottom now, and I am going to do all I can to feed you. I'm a hungry top myself. I could have sex at least three times a day. "
"I'm ready Sir" answered Brice, and Jay shook his head "No, Brice, you're not. You might be able to take it 3 times a day, two days in a row, but you ARE NOT READY. You may never be. And that's ok."
"But Sir, if you're going to be the only man inside me...." Jay covered his mouth again. "you're not understanding, studmuffin. You're the sub. That means, your needs DO NOT come first. Mine do. So if you want it three times a day, well, too bad. On the other hand, if I want it four times a day, you bend over four times. That's how this works. That's how it worked since you surrendered to me."
Jay could tell by the way Brice's face was contorting, that he was having trouble with this. "You seem to think that our relationship as Dom/sub has an equality to it. I dominate you and you submit to me, and we make sure we satisfy each other. You've got that wrong."
Now, Brice began remembering some of the stuff he had researched. He had read pieces about "Satisfying your Dom," and "Making sure the man in charge is happy," but never seeing anything about the satisfaction of the sub.
"Look Brice. Today I called you my boyfriend. And you are. But you're also about to be something else. When you did your research, did you see something about "alpha slave" or "alpha boy," or just plain "alpha?"
Jay was still hand gagging him, so Brice could only shake his head no.
"When a Dom has more than one sub, one is in charge, and the others aren't. The Dom moves from sub to sub as he pleases, but one is always the favored sub. That's the alpha." He pulled Brice into him. "And that's gonna be you. I'm claiming you as my alpha sub." He kissed Brice on the top of his head. "But the fact is, I need more. So I'm in the process of getting a second sub."
Brice tried not to look confused, but he was . And he was a little hurt. He wasn't enough for Jay?
"I've always wanted my own little harem of submissives. You are the start. But there are going to be more. Two, maybe three more. You'll live with me. ALWAYS. You'll be the one sharing my bed - MOST of the time. But I WILL be dominating other guys."
Jay took his hand off of Brice's mouth, because Brice really needed to say something. "What if I don't want this? 'Sir?" The sarcasm in the Sir was clear. Jay caught it, and put his hand down on Brice's caged cock, and squeezed it, until Brice moaned in pain. "Doesn't matter, bitchboi. I own you. Take a look at that pendant. Take a look at that cage. You don't get a choice. Period. If I told you to give up the partnership and stay home as my wife, you'd have no choice. That's how it works."
While Brice wanted to rebel at this, internally, he had to admit that the thought of being Brice's stay at home "wife" was more than a little appealing. Waiting for his top man, dressing to please him, agreeing to whatever he said. This was all appealing to Brice on a very deep level."
Jay continued "So, I have someone picked out to join our little coven. You actually know him. You remember Al?" Brice was stunned "yes sir. I remember Al. He left when I made partner. He was very upset. "
"Good. It'll help to break him once I bag him." Brice laughed. "Sir, I really don't mean to contradict you, but Al is not going to call you up to have a drink." Jay smiled. "And he won't have to. See, I have a friend who works at Al's new firm. He's a Dom too. Has two subs of his own. He's filled me in on ALL of the relevant facts about Al. I meant it when I said 'bag him'.
"You mean like, hunting Sir."
"You're getting it. "
"Sir, that sounds like kidnapping."
"It does, doesn't it? But once I break Al, and he tells people that he wanted it, it won't look that way at all."
"Sir, if you knew Al, he's not going to break the way I did."
Jay laughed "Oh, he won't break the way you did because you really didn't break. You just bent. But I know how to handle guys like Al. And you're gonna watch me break him."
The thought of watching Jay break another man got Brice more than a little excited. "Sir, will you expect Al and I to have sex?" Jay laughed. "No , sub. Not with each other. The way it's gonna work is, I'm gonna be fucking both of you. And if I catch the two of you having sex, well.... You remember some of your beatings. They'll be minor compared to what will happen to both of you. "
"When is this happening Sir?"
"Friday, studmuffin. I'm gonna snatch Al, and bring him up to the house. Then, you're gonna see what happened to you, happen to another guy. " Jay smiled. "I can't wait. " And once I break him, you're gonna be dominated more thoroughly than you are now." DAMN. They weren't having sex, but without talking dirty, Jay was getting Brice hotter and hotter. He wondered though: was HIS man going to push him to the side, for someone new?
"Now, off to bed. We've got to get some sleep. Tomorrow , two will become three.
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Brice was not a good morning person, and he didn't take kindly to being woken at 4:30 by Jay and the alarm. He had been in the middle of a dream where he was tied to a cross, naked, and Jay was milking him, slowly. In the dream, his chest was shaved. So far, Jay had only kept his pubes smooth, and had told Brice that he was going to need to learn how to shave them himself "just like a woman does hers, studbitch."
"C'mon sexy. It's time. " Jay got Brice up and into the shower. He pulled out some clothes for him. His plan involved keeping Brice tied up in the back seat of the car, at least for a while, so he picked out some warmer items, including a beautiful navy sweater one of his friends had given him, when she had met Brice. Once he was dressed, and so was Jay, Jay led them out to the garage. They didn't go to Brice's car though: they went to an older model, red car. "You'll see Brice. By being obvious, we'll be invisible. Now, get your hands behind your back. " Brice was so used to that instruction, he knew exactly where to put them, in the small of his back, to avoid pain. Jay roped them, tightly, and then put the penis gag into Brice's mouth. "I'm only a little sorry about this, Brice, but until I'm done, you're gonna have to lay on the backseat, with this blanket over you." Jay put Brice in position, covered him, and started driving.
He drove to the parking lot of the complex where Al's office was. He parked, looked around, and didn't see Al's car. PERFECT. He was on time. Al had always been an early worker. Jay sometimes had to start early in order to get big projects done. If he got there at 7, Al was usually on his second coffee. Recently, Jay had learned from Bill, Al had been through a particularly ugly divorce, and had gotten his hard with alimony. Even though he made good money , he needed to work even harder to stay afloat . So he knew that Al would be there no later than 6.
Bill had already provided Jay with an extra office pass, and he had no trouble getting into the office. Just as Bill had told him, there was a coat closet, off to the side of Al's office. At this time of year, some folks were wearing sweaters, but no one used coats yet, so it was a perfect hiding place for Jay, as he waited for his quarry. He heard the door open. Al walked into the office.
At times, Jay had thought about Brice and Al as two different dogs: if Brice was a grey hound, Al was more of a bulldog: shorter, stockier, with a full beard, and bright eyes. Had he been fatter, he would have made a great Santa. Now, though, Jay was just thinking he'd make a great sub. White button down, rep tie, dark pants, looking as hot to Jay as he always had. He walked past the closet and toward his office. That's when Jay sprang, and took Al in a bear hug.
"WHAT THE FUCK" yelled Al "LET ME GO " A stream of profanity came out of his mouth. Not a surprise. Al was a big time curser. And he fought. He fought hard, but Al was not a guy who worked out, and Jay's time at the gym gave him the advantage. "Calm down big guy. Calm down." Jay tightened his grip.
"FUCK. THAT VOICE SOUNDS FAMILIAR. WHO ARE YOU? LET ME THE FUCK GO." Jay grabbed Al's arms and pulled them behind him, the same way he would do to Brice. He pinned the arms with one of his own, and reached around to grab Al's crotch. He squeezed. "Calm down Al, calm down. Or you'll lose these."
The pain of the sudden squeeze knocked the wind out of Al. He fought, but not as hard. Who was this? He sounded so familiar. The grip wasn't loosening. "Ok, ok. I'll stop. "
"Good. Now just stand still for a minute. " Jay pulled a set of handcuffs out of his pocket and locked them on Al's wrists.
"Hey, are you a cop or something? I paid my fucking alimony."
Jay laughed "you're not gonna have to worry about alimony anymore Al. Not at all. " He grabbed Al's bicep. "Now, let's you and I walk out nice and quietly, so I don't have to hurt you."
'SHIT. I KNOW WHO YOU ARE. YOU'RE JAY. WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"I've got what I want Al. That's you." He pushed Al over to the elevator. He had worked very quickly, and there wasn't anyone around yet. "If you give me trouble, I've got knockout drops Al. I'd rather not use them, but I will."
"No, no. Please . Don't. Just don't hurt me." "Behave, and you won't get hurt. Not too badly," Jay laughed.
Al thought back. What had he ever done to Jay? They had always gotten along. Someone told him once that Jay had a crush on him, but... OH SHIT. "I've got what I want. That's you." Could that be what this was about?
Down in the garage, Jay marched Al over to the car. He popped the trunk. "GET IN. The car is warm enough. You'll be ok." Al struggled, but a smack to his balls took care of that. Jay fairly threw him into the trunk, and locked it. He went back to the car where Brice was tied up.
"Good news studmuffin. We're done. You get to ride in front, without the gag. BUT.... I'm keeping you tied up, and.... he showed Brice the nipple clamps. "I'll have no trouble putting these on under your shirt if you give me shit."
Brice shook his head in acknowledgement. He hadn't seen Al, but he had heard the struggle. As Jay moved him to the front seat, he asked for permission to speak.
"HEY. Now I didn't teach you that. GOOD BOY. You want the alpha job, don't you?"
"Yes Sir. Did it go well? Do you have him?"
"I do Brice. And in just a couple of hours, after we get to the dungeon, you're going to watch me break a man. It'll be very instructive. And it'll make me very hot. And since by now, you're inflammation is probably down, you're gonna be in luck."
The thought made Brice's penis jump. He wanted to get fucked so badly, and he wanted Jay to want to fuck him. The stakes were higher now. He had to up his game.