"If it's chocolate or vanilla doesn't matter. It's still ice cream". That was an expression that one of jace's aunts had used. That first full day with Matt proved how right she was. Matt had taken jace from Philip. It was clear, right away, that Matt's approach to his sub was pretty much the same as Philip's, if not stricter. After they had gotten back to Matt's place, he had jace strip, and then sit on a place he marked out right next to where he was sitting. When jace had gotten into position, Matt rested his foot on jace's cage. He was still wearing his shoes.
"Now let's understand what's expected of you, jace. How you're dressed now? That's how I expect to see you dressed around the house. PERIOD.
Unless I give you instructions otherwise. Clear?" "yes sir. I understand." "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT ME? YOU THINK SUBS CAN LOOK AT THEIR DOMS WITHOUT PERMISSION? I'M SURE PHILLY DIDN'T LET YOU DO THAT AND IF HE DID, HE'S A WORSE DOM THAN I THOUGHT. EYES DOWN. NOW!" Matt shifted his foot on jace's crotch, and he felt the cock get a bit agitated as jace moved his head down. "We'll be in the same lab, at least for a little while. I don't think it's good for me to be working with you, so I'm gonna find a new position. I WILL be watching you while I'm still there, and if I catch you flirting...." "yes sir," was the soft answer jace gave him.
"I thought I saw something this morning and I'm not sure about it. Lift up your arm. Either one." jace had a sense of what was coming. He lifted his right arm. " "FUCK. HE IS A SLOPPY DOM. YOU'RE NOT SHAVED UNDER THERE. YOU'VE GOT BODY HAIR. BODY HAIR ON A SUB???? FUCK, THE WORLD IS ENDING." "Sir... if I may. Sir Philip had made an appointment. I was beginning laser removal next week. Pits and pubes. My chest is already done." "WELL FUCK THAT SHIT. A GOOD DOM TAKES THE TIME TO SHAVE HIS SUB. NO LASER TREATMENT, NO NO NO. TOMORROW YOU GET A SHAVE. FROM ME. SINGLE BLADE, PITS AND PUBES. AND THE MINUTE YOU FEEL HAIR ITCHING, YOU LET ME KNOW. YOU GET IT AGAIN. ONLY REASON FOR LASER IS TO GET RID OF THAT FUCKING TATTOO" "yes sir." "I don't like the way you dress. WAY too boxy, your shirts. I'll start dressing you. You're MY bitch now, and I'll pick out how you
look." Matt seemed to be gathering his breath. "You have any questions , jace?" jace was kind of frozen. He didn't know what was happening. He answered. "No Sir. I follow your orders. Whatever you tell me to do, I do." Matthew rubbed jace's head. "NOW THAT'S HOW A GOOD SUB ANSWERS." He began to rub the nib of jace's ear between his fingers. "I know I took you from your DOM. That's how life works for you subs. The more dominant you are, the better a sub you get. You're supposed to be one of the best. " He laughed. "And you're gonna find out just how much more of a DOM I can be." "Yes sir. Thank you for choosing me." "Now go get dressed for dinner. Those white shorts I found in the top drawer. The ones with the zippers on the side. Wear those. Your white sneakers. And the tightest blue oxford shirt you have. Untucked. Roll back the sleeves the way you do at work. " "yes sir." jace was already feeling humiliated. The shorts Sir Matt was talking about were a pair that Philip had bought him for a party where he made jace give lap dances to six DOMS he had invited over. The zippers were on the side so that whoever won the poker game they were playing, could unzip them . Everyone would then see jace's ass. It was right after the tattooing. Philip had wanted everyone to know jace was his. Those zippers came down very easily. He went off to get dressed. "MAYBE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME. I SAID THE TIGHTEST SHIRT YOU HAVE. NOT SOME SHIT LIKE THIS. " jace lowered his head. "Sir, I'm sorry, but this is the tightest shirt I own." "FUCK. I know you're thin but... this looks like you're wearing a fucking tent" "I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to disappoint you. " "FUCK. We'll fix that with some shopping tomorrow. We'll do what we have to tonight. Let's go." They got into the car, Matt cuffed jace, and he drove off to an Italian place. Matt uncuffed jace before they went in.
The place Matt chose wasn't dressy, but jace's shorts were more than a little out of place. "At least he's got a nice ass" he heard someone whisper, and then felt Matt's hand on his neck. "You shimmying for some old fuck, bitch? You're gonna pay for that remark." "I wasn't shimmying Sir. I was waiting for you to come back with information on our table. "Yeah, we've got information on the table." He took jace's forearm. "Let's go. That booth over there. Skootch in. Right up against the wall." The booth sat four, but it was just the two of them. Matt slid in next to jace. "Nice and cozy, huh studmuffin?" jace stared down at the table. "yes sir." He was wondering if he were going to be able to eat. He was hungry but... so much change, so fast. Matt ordered the food. That didn't surprise jace. He and Philip didn't go out often, and when they did, Philip always did all the ordering. "So, after dinner, we're going out to a club. Fetters. You know it. " "yes sir. That's where I met Philip." "AH. GOOD. Then the right people will see that ... there has been a transfer of ownership" The waiter brought the food. jace recognized him: he was a sub to one of Philip's friends. He gave jace a quizzical look and jace looked away. Matt leaned over, steaming. "YOU THINK I DIDN'T SEE THAT FUCKING WHORE? PHILIP WAS RIGHT. YOU'LL GIVE YOUR ASS TO ANYONE." "Sir.. he's a sub. I don't think..." He felt a hand smack down on his crotch. "DON'T ANSWER ME BACK BITCH. EVER. OR...." jace felt one of the zippers on his shorts getting pulled down just a little. "I'm trying to enjoy a dinner with the hottest sub in the city and you keep on fucking it up. KNOCK IT OFF. Or we'll do a public shaving at Fetters." When he heard that, jace felt his cock stir again. "yes sir. I'm sorry I'm spoiling your dinner Sir." jace was able to finish dinner: if there were one thing he knew about DOMS, it was that if they felt their money were being wasted with things like uneaten food, there was hell to pay. "Sir, can I go to the bathroom, please?" "I'll go with you. Let me pay the check first." When Matt was done, they marched off to the bathroom. jace had forgotten: those shorts had zippers on the side, but not at the front. "Sir, can I use a stall?" "ABSOLUTELY NOT. THERE ARE URINALS EMPTY. GET MOVING." jace sighed. "yes sir." He opened the zippers, his hands trembling. There were two other men in the lavatory beside Matt and jace. They both looked at jace's ass, and smiled. Matt saw it. "THAT'S one reason we gotta get rid of that tatt. They think I'm Philip. Last thing I want. "
Matt cuffed jace again, and then drove off to fetters. This time, he didn't uncuff jace. As they got out of the car, jace saw the evil look on Matt's face. "One minute cuntboy. If you're not gonna be wearing an appropriate shirt, it's gonna be opened." He quickly got every one of the buttons opened, and then... "You better hope I don't wanna stay too long. " Just before they went in, Matt attached a pair of nipple clamps to jace. Again, his training taught jace that he'd better not protest. He just said "thank you Sir." "Yeah, I gave my bitch some jewelry," but jace yelped when Matt yanked the chain and brought him into the bar. "Hey. I know that guy. Isn't he..." "NOT ANYMORE," Matt cut the questioner off. "I know what you're thinking. " He turned to jace. "Who's sub are you?" "yours sir." "Hmmm. Seemed uncertain," the guy said, goading Matt. It worked. He pulled the chain. "LOOK UP AND TELL THE MAN WHO'S SUB YOU ARE." "I'm Master Matt's sub Sir." "Better. You'll learn." Matt turned to the guy. "Hey, I wanna go and get us both a drink. Can you keep an eye on studmuffin here. I'll be back real quick. " He turned around and spoke to the guy. "Rumor is, this manbitch was a top when he first came out." The guy started laughing. "Now THAT may be the best joke I've heard all week."
"Hey. That's a fine looking sub you've got there." jace heard the deep, baritone voice talking to Matt's friend. "Oh, I WISH. No, he's not mine. He belongs to my friend. He's getting drinks. " "Mind if I take a look? " He put his hand under jace's chin. jace didn't know what to do. The guy had the demeanor of a true DOM, and he was supposed to take orders from a DOM, but... Matt?" Hesitantly , he lifted his eyes. "AWWWW. Aren't you cute, muffin? Too bad you belong to someone. I'm Gabe. Dr. Gabe Landfeld." "How do you do Sir. I'm sub jace." "sub jace... And your DOM is a very lucky man." "I'm not so sure of that if he flirts with every fucking DOM in the bar." Matt was back. "OH SHIT. " jace thought. "He thinks I instigated it." "Hey, let me make sure there's no misunderstanding, Sir. I'm Dr. Gabe Landfeld. Just introducing myself. I saw your bitch over here, and I thought he was the hottest guy in the bar. For a visiting stranger, just here to give a lecture next week, I thought..." "Nah, not this one. I'm his exclusive. At least until I plow him so he's as big as a crater. What's your field Dr. Gabe? We both work in research." "Pediatric immuno. I'm giving a series of talks next week about my research. Dog and pony show, what can I tell ya? I'm here from New York, and I was thinking of moving my sub and I, so..." "Well, " Matt laughed. "I got good news and bad news for ya. Good news: this hot little bitch probably would put out for you in a fucking NY minute. Bad news: he's not going to. Not yet anyway." "I always get there too late. I had a REAL pretty sub. REAL pretty.
Former soldier, blond, stacked. Then his ex came back to town. Lost him." "That right? Why didn't you fight him?" "Long story. Let me give you my card. Maybe the three of us can get together for a drink or something." He smiled at "or something, " and jace felt as if his stare went right to his prostate. GOD this guy - older - was so FUCKING HOT. He had cheated on Philip for Matt, and he'd do the same for this guy. Hell, he'd even become part of a fucking stable of subs." "It's good to meet you Dr. Gabe. Maybe our lab'll be lucky enough to see you."
By now, the clamps were really getting to jace. He was in some serious pain, and Matt knew it. "More good news and bad news. This time for you bitch. The good and bad news is the same. I'm taking off the clamps." As the blood rushed back to his nipples, jace tried, unsuccessfully , not to cry. "No tears sweetcakes. You know that was for your own good, don't you?" jace was trying to stop, and he whimpered " yes sir. I do. Thank you for the lesson." "Open your mouth. KISS ME. Let all these fuckers know... you really want this." As Matt slid his tongue down jace's throat, he was more and more confused. Yes, he DID want it. And he wanted to be back with Philip. And now he wanted Dr. Gabe. What kind of sub was he? He was supposed to be loyal to ONE MAN. Now he felt like he wasn't even loyal to himself. "Time for the great reveal." Matt grinned. "No Sir. Please. Please don't.. " Cuffed, jace couldn't do anything, as Matt released the zippers. "WOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOO" someone yelled. "Keep your ass against the wall. I don't want your tattoo showing, bitch. Hold up your head and smile. jace did what he was told. He enjoyed it when he got this kind of attention, even though he knew there would be reprisals. "WALK. We're heading back home." "But.. but Sir.. " "I. SAID. WALK." "yes sir," He felt Matt's hand on his arm. As they left, he heard someone yell "NICE SUB YOU GOT PHIL." THAT got 20 whacks from the fly swatter paddle when they got home. Just before Matt did something Philip never did: he shoved his tongue up jace's ass, and ate him for about ten minutes. "OH, OH SIR. THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU. OOOOOH." jace had his eyes shut, enjoying the feeling of Matt's tongue, so he heard Matt's zipper open, but he didn't see his dick. Matt plunged it into him so fast he never even saw a bit. "You are one. sexy. bitch, jace. And whether you like it or not. YOU ARE MY BITCH!" Matt yelled as he let a load go into jace. Matt cuddled with jace for a few minutes before they headed to bed. Again, something new. jace wasn't sure if he liked it, but he liked that feel of jace's curly hair up against his back, and the semi-hard cock he felt all night, as he went in and out of sleep.