Jim got his first solid information about how Liam viewed relationships at one of the get togethers that Liam and his fellow DOMS had. It was Liam's turn to host, so Marty went to spend the night with his "father" Sam, and the crew gathered at Liam's home. It was the first time jim had been in a crowd with full "sub" gear: the cock cage, the slave collar, and the leather bracelet that he wore on his right wrist, that said "Liam's" . He was also dressed in what Liam considered full "sub casual:" his gray shirt and cream pants were cut snugly, so that the last two buttons on his shirt bulged a little, and so that the outline of the cage showed clearly at his crotch. Liam also treated him much more like a sub: no more chairs: jim sat at his feet, while Liam kept his hand either inside jim's shirt, or on his pec. When Liam's glass was empty, he'd clear his throat, and jim would answer "yes sir," get up, and come back with a new drink. It was also the first get together where, for dinner, there was a sub table and a DOM table. It was at that table that one of the other subs spoke up. "Well, it was nice knowing you jim. I hope you find a really good DOM to take care of you." jim was puzzled, and he became more puzzled when he saw the other guys shaking their head in agreement. One of them added "you're one of the nicer ones he's had. You'll have no trouble getting coupled." "Hey, guys, " jim started. "Can I ask what you're talking about? I have no idea where I'm going. Am I going somewhere?" There was silence at the table, and the other subs looked at each other. "You really don't know, jim?" gordon asked. "Know what? I don't really get what this is about." gordon took a deep breath. "Ok. I'm sorry I'm the one who's telling you. We can all tell - the collar, the cage, the band, the sitting on the floor: he broke you. He broke you completely. You surrendered." jim blushed a little. "Well, yeah, I did. I guess it was inevitable."
There was a laugh from don "It always is with Liam. He knows what he's doing...." a pause. "But... after he wins, he loses interest. He moves on. So..." jim put down his fork. "So you're telling me that now that I gave in, Liam's gonna move on? Find another sub?" "That's about right," added gordon. How long ago did it happen?" "About two weeks ago." They all looked at each other. "Hmmm. Maybe something's going on because.. he usually sends the guy packing within a week. Maybe... Maybe because of your relationship with Marty. He may be preparing for what he's gonna say to him." "You mean Marty's been through this before?" "OH YEAH. Liam underestimates that kid. He's got it figured out. That's why he never gets close to Liam's 'boyfriends.' I guess he was close to you beforehand, because of fencing. Liam has to figure out what he wants to do." "SHIT." jim thought. It wasn't the relationship he had dreamed of, but the relationship he HAD with Liam, had become one he really liked. It wasn't just Marty. No one had ever paid as much attention to jim as Liam did, or lavished as much attention: or been so jealous. Now he was gonna get discarded? It didn't seem that way after the party was over. Liam took out two sets of handcuffs, and used those to restrain jim to the bed, rather than then rope restraints. Then he took jim from behind, fucking him with a passion that jim didn't expect. When he was done, Liam whispered into jim's ear. "You may very well have the best ass I have ever had, studmuffin." jim sighed. "Thank you Sir. You want it again." "Heh heh. Later, you slut. For now, sleep time." Then he took one set of the handcuffs and locked jim's wrists before he pulled him in for a spooning. jim began thinking in his sleep: "what am I gonna do?"
Then, a few weeks later, Marty was taking a long time to get ready for his lesson: the one jim looked forward to all day. He went into the changing room and saw Marty sitting there, looking down at the floor, and looking sad. He came and sat next to the boy. "Hey squirt, what's up? You wanna tell big jim what's going on?" He draped his arm around Marty, and for the first time ever, Marty pulled away. "WHY DO YOU ALL LEAVE? WHY DO YOU ALL GO AWAY? " jim remembered the conversation, and wasn't sure how to respond. "I don't know who left you, Marty, but I'm not leaving you." "YES YOU ARE. IT ALWAYS HAPPENS THE SAME WAY. MY DAD HAS A BOYFRIEND, AND THINGS ARE GOOD. THEN THE BOYFRIEND WEARS THAT STUPID NECKLACE AND THEN.. THEN HE'S GONE." "My dad." jim heard that. He'd come back to it. "So... why do you think they go?" Now, Marty began to cry. "Because they don't want 'squirt' around. YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH I HATE THAT NAME JIM? EVERY FREAKING ONE OF YOU CALLS ME THAT, AND .... " he just began crying. "Marty, have you discussed this with Liam?" "NO. I did once. It did no good. That was Paul. He said 'thanks for letting me know how you feel, Marty", and Paul was gone the next day." He looked at jim. "Next to you, I liked Paul the best. He took me fishing, we went to the zoo, he always spent time with me. " jim's mind began to think about this. He began to form some ideas, but he had to bring something up. "Marty, I'm sorry I called you 'squirt' I heard Liam and I heard Sam call you that, so I did too. I won't anymore. " He brushed some tears out of Marty's eyes. "But help me to understand something, Marty? You were talking about Liam and you said 'my Dad.' Don't you mean 'my brother?" Now, Marty pulled jim's arm off him roughly. "ARE YOU GONNA TREAT ME LIKE I'M STUPID TOO? " He began to laugh. "EVERYBODY THINKS I HAVENT' FIGURED IT OUT. EVERYONE THINKS BECAUSE I'M A KID, THEY CAN BE CARELESS, LEAVE PAPERS OUT, YADDA YADDA. I'M NOT. I LOOK WAY MORE LIKE LIAM THAN SAM. " He lowered his voice. "And the papers on me at school - I snuck a look. Liam's listed as my dad. I know a lot more than any of you think." jim patted Marty on his thigh. "I guess you do . I guess you knew a lot more than I did. " Now jim sighed. "Tell you what? You tell me what you want me to call you. I won't use that word anymore. And now that I have a smart friend like you, I'll figure out a way to stay. Your dad is gonna have to toss me out." Marty looked at jim and smiled. "Like with a wrestling match? He LOVES to wrestle. " "Hmmm. I'll keep that in mind. Now let's go work on footwork. Martyman." Marty smiled. "I like that one big Jim" Before Liam picked them up after the lesson, jim took the slave collar off. He put it in his collar. He could tell: Liam noticed it right away and said nothing: Marty was there. When they got home, Liam gave Marty a smack on the butt. "Go get showered squirt, then do your homework. I'll call you for dinner." "Yes sir," Marty said. He smiled, and gave jim a wink.
When Marty was out of the room, Liam asked. "jim, did you forget your collar?" "No Sir. I have it. " "Then why aren't you wearing it?" jim shrugged his shoulders. "Just got to feeling heavy Sir. Teaching class, I get sweaty." "Yeah, but you're not teaching class now." Again, jim shrugged his shoulders. "Just don't feel like it Sir." He saw Liam's nose flare. Did he also see movement in his pants?" "PUT IT ON, SUB BOY." jim sighed and moved, slowly. He took it out, and put it on. He had a defiant look on his face as he stood there, clasping his hands behind his back and spitting out. "IS THAT SUITABLE, SIR?" Liam began to chuckle. "Oh, bitch boy. You are asking for it. Get in the bedroom. NOW." "I have dinner to cook. SIR." "I SAID GET IN THE BEDROOM." Liam started advancing on him and before jim could get very far, he had him in a bear hug. His mouth was on jim's ear. "Now listen up BITCH. You seem to forget who's in charge here. I told you to wear that fucking collar, and you'll wear it. Whether I'm around or not." He squeezed the bear hug. "That clear." NOW jim was getting turned on. He muttered: "if you're not there, you don't know if I'm wearing it or not. " Liam laughed. "Don't think I won't close that studio down and keep you here 24/7 mancunt. " He lifted jim off the floor and dragged him to the bedroom. jim could feel the pressure of the cage on his cock, and it got worse as Liam climbed on him on the bed, pinning him down. He almost tore open jim's shirt and got his mouth on a nipple. "OH FUCK. OH GOD. OH. " He squirmed. He knew Liam liked the motion underneath him when he did. When Liam had finished, he looked down at jim, keeping him pinned. "I bet your cock is ready to explode, fucker." "Yes sir. It is." "Well.. TOO GODDAMN BAD, SUBBOI. THE ONLY PART OF YOU THAT'S GETTING STIMULATION RIGHT NOW.. IS YOUR ASS." He loosened jim's belt, and got his pants down. It was gonna be a quickie, that jim knew. Liam threw jim's legs in the air hard and fast, and he POUNDED him so hard that jim had to bite down so Marty wouldn't hear. Liam fucked him as if he were using a piledriver on concrete. It was thorough, it was thoughtless, and it was hard. and brutal. "Please sir. Please. Just let me shoot. Just once. Please. NNNNNGGGG." Liam's beard was on his neck. He whispered. "You wanna cum, stud? Well, whatcha gonna offer me for that privilege? Don't say your ass. That's mine. Isn't it?" jim 'sealed the deal.' "No Sir. You fuck me because I LET you fuck me." "OH IS THAT RIGHT BITCH? Well, we're gonna discuss this after dinner. That is, I'M gonna discuss it, cause you're gonna have a smelly jock strap in your mouth. Fucker." Liam shot a load into jim. It felt hot. Almost angry. And now, jim saw a look on Liam's face like the look he had when he had taken jim home the first time.
"HEY MARTY MAN. COME SIT AND EAT." jim saw Marty bolt out of his room. He could smell potatoes - maybe his favorite food, especially when they were boiled, smashed, and fried crisp, the way they were tonight. "Marty man? " Liam asked, when he heard that. He had just come into the kitchen, put a hand on jim's shoulder and kissed his ear , whispering "great fuck stud." "Yeah, Marty man's my new name, Dad. Squirt is for kids. I ain't no kid." Liam laughed about the 'no kid' line but he heard "Dad" too. "jim, could I have a word with you." "Sure Sir. As soon as I turn off the stove. "Two words actually." "Scuse us Marty man. Won't be long" jim smiled at the boy. In Liam's study, Liam asked. "WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU TELL HIM?" "Sir, I was going to tell you when we came home but.. you had other ideas. I told him nothing. HE told ME. He told me he knew for a while, and he had seen school records where you're listed as his father." Liam began to laugh. "I was wondering how I was gonna get around to telling him, but I guess I don't have to." "With all due respect Sir, I think you need to have a talk with him. He deserves an explanation. Your son is WAY smarter than you think. And Sir... don't call him squirt anymore. He hates it." Liam shook his head. "He tells you more than he tells me. I may have to fix that." Then his expression got stern. "Now why the hell isn't the slave collar on you? I thought I made things clear this afternoon." "Sorry Sir. I ... I needed to recover from that fucking, and then... dinner." "GET IT ON. NOW. " "yes sir," jim reached into his jeans pocket and pulled it out. Liam snatched it. "GIVE IT TO ME. YOUR MASTER SHOULD PUT IT ON YOU." "Yes sir. You're right Sir," jim bent his head down and took the collar. "MARTY MAN," Liam called to his son as they came out of the office. "Good name for ya. Hey, you finish your homework?" "All of it. It was EASY." Liam smiled. "Tell you what Marty man? How about we go out for ice cream after dinner? Have a man to man talk?" "Can I have anything I want? " "Sure can. It's gonna be a special talk." Marty smiled. "Can big jim come?" jim smiled. Not tonight boss, tonight it's you and Liam. I'll come along next time."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Marty and Liam were gone for about two hours. Just before they left, Liam used the ankle manacle on jim for the first time. "You're not going anywhere, studbottom." He smiled as he locked the chain on jim's ankle. It ran from a leg of their bed. jim could get out of the bedroom, and halfway through the living room, but that was it. "You're not going anywhere," resonated in jim's mind. "Let's hope." He had fallen half asleep on the bed when he heard the door open again. "BIG JIM! BIG JIM!. " "In the bathroom Marty man. I'll be out in a minute." Liam came into the bedroom. He was smiling. He unlocked the chain. "Now it's your turn to have a talk with the Master of us all. Marty's waiting in his room. "You sure Sir? It's ok?" "It's required." jim headed to Marty's room. He knocked on the door. "Boss? You here? OOOOOOOOOOOOOOF" He got hit by the cannonball of Marty running into him and hugging him around the middle. "CLOSE THE DOOR BIG JIM CLOSE THE DOOR." "Ok, ok. " jim was laughing. What's the big secret?" "Well, it's not really a secret big jim, but... I hear Grandpa say "I laid my cards on the table" sometimes, and I asked him what it meant. So I did that tonight. " "You did? What cards did you lay out? Kings? Queens? Aces." Marty laughed. "BIG JIM. IT'S A METAPHOR." "OH. Okay. I didn't THINK I saw you take a deck with you." "NO. NO NO NO. But what I did was this. First, Dad told me the whole story. Nothing I didn't know, to be honest, but I tried to make him look like he was surprising me. " "Always good thing to do with grownups, Marty." "RIGHT????? But then, but then... I asked him if he was gonna send you away? He got red. Then white. Then he said 'I don't know Marty' So, I said to him "Well, if you send jim away, I'm going with him." jim's eyes began to fill with tears. "You didn't say that did you?" "YES. I. DID. I told him that I was sick of him getting rid of his boyfriends, especially when I liked them, and you were the one I liked the best. So, he made me a promise. He told me that as long as you kept him interested, and as long as I liked you, he was gonna keep you around." "Is that right? " "YES. IT IS. BUT THEN BUT THEN... He told me he wanted you to close the studio and just teach me at home. He said he needed someone around the house, and he'd talk to you." Marty looked at jim. "I know it's your studio jim, but...." jim pretended to have a back ache. "Well, ya know young man, I AM getting kinda old and stiff. Probably good to give that kinda thing up. So, should I wait until your dad brings it up?" "Yes please. I think right now it's supposed to be a secret between he and I." "Ok, Marty. I promise. " Then he looked at Marty. "How about a hug?" "I don't know big Jim. Dad doesn't like his boyfriends doing things with other men." jim whispered "this one will be OUR secret, " before he hugged Marty.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Liam and jim didn't have a talk that night: instead, when jim went into the bedroom, he saw Liam sitting on the bed, pants down, cock out, and stroking it. "Something needs taking care of studmuffin." "Yes sir. It does." jim got on his knees and he took Liam's cock in his mouth. As he sucked, Liam began to moan. "You know, at the beginning, I used to wonder: 'when is he gonna bite down on my dick? He doesn't want this." He grabbed jim's hair and pushed his head forward. "THAT sure changed, didn't it, fuckbottom?" MMMHMMMM" jim shook his head, and gave Liam some goose pimples from the feeling on his cock. "You know, some of my buds have had their subs locked up for years. It's not days, but years since they climaxed. " He pulled jim's head off his cock. "We're gonna talk more about this tomorrow, because Marty and I decided we want you to stay. BUT... I like the idea of you caged for good. I also like the idea , since I decided to keep you around, of shaving you smooooooooooooooooth. So, tomorrow, you're gonna tell me which one you want. And I'm gonna tell you what I expect from you. And right now, I expect you to finish me off." "yes sir." jim got back to work and a half hour later, he was swallowing a load about half the size of the one Liam had deposited in his ass earlier.
And gang, we're coming to the end of the tale. One more chapter. Think about it: chastity forever, or being shaved of all his daddy fur? What's jim gonna pick? Is Liam actually gonna give him a choice? We'll all find out in about a week. Thanks for reading. Marty, Liam, jim and maybe even Sam, will see you next time.