We've mentioned the way Kevin would encircle Frank like an octopus when they slept. To Frank, it seemed that Kevin was holding him even more tightly that Saturday night. He felt Kevin's cock pressing up against him. He had gotten used to feeling Kevin's semi-hard dick at night after he had fucked Frank, but tonight, it was rigid. "He's probably dreaming about tomorrow," Frank thought, and he was right. To the extent he could sleep, Frank dreamed about it too. He had no idea what Kevin had in mind, and he wondered if he should offer to submit before Kevin got to work. He didn't know what submission meant, and he'd try to find out. When Kevin murmured "you're gonna be my BITCH big frankie," in his sleep, he knew he had to ask the next morning. Frank woke up when he felt the SMACK from Kevin across his butt. "C'mon, frankie, let's get moving. Big day ahead, and you're gonna need a good breakfast before we start." Frank turned and saw the naked Kevin get out of bed. He didn't imagine it: Kevin was as hard as he had ever seen him. He grabbed a pair of shorts and an old T-shirt. "Get a move-on frankie. For now, just put on those athletic tights. They'll come off." Kevin playfully pulled the blankets off Frank and laughed. "Looks like someone else is excited, ha ha. "Frank blushed. He knew, of course, but he was hoping that Kevin wouldn't see. Fifteen minutes later, Frank was sitting at the kitchen table with a solid breakfast in front of him. "Could I ask a question? What does it mean if I submit? I mean, how is it different from now?" Kevin smiled. "Well, in some ways it won't change at all, frankie. It's basically like this: when you're with me, I'm in charge. ALL the time. And I can tell you to do anything at all, and you have to do it. On your own, like at academy when you begin," he grinned. "You may have to deal with some of the requirements I put in place..." "Like what?" Frank asked. "Well, if I decide you need to be caged for a day, frankie, you'll be locked up. And if I decide no underwear, well, that's obvious. "Then Frank saw the look on Kevin's face. "I'm still debating whether or not to mark you." "Mark me? What does that mean?" "Oh, a tattoo, you know, something like "BOT" on one of your butt cheeks, and "TOM" on the other, or "Kevin's boy" on an arm, you know, something like that." "You know I can't wear jewelry on the job. And body piercings aren't allowed." Kevin laughed when he heard that. "No, frankie, you just misstated the rule. No VISIBLE piercings. So, yes, I can't pierce your nipple unless you give up the police force -- and if I tell you to do that, you'll have to do it, stud -- but there are other places a ring can go where no one will see it. I'll show you. But now..." Kevin stood up from the table. "I think it's about time we started. You'll clean the kitchen later. For now, get out of those tights, and let's get up to the attic." "I don't want to do this," Frank said. "I don't like the idea of taking orders like that from you." Kevin shook his head. "Do you really think you have a choice about doing this, frankie? You want me to tie you up, collar you, and drag you upstairs?" He paused. "DAMN, that's hot. The idea of leading you by a leash. But I'll keep that for later. Move your ass, frankie." "PLEASE KEVIN. You don't have to do this," Frank pleaded. "MOVE. YOUR. ASS. BOTTOM." Frank had never heard Kevin's voice in such a threatening tone. He gulped, whispered "ok," and moved toward the stairs, Kevin right behind him. "The massage table. Get on that, face up, frankie." As he lay down, frank realized he hadn't noticed all the equipment that was attached to the ceiling. He saw a bunch of eye rings, set at different heights. He also hadn't noticed some of the modifications to the table, like the hole at just about crotch level. He felt Kevin take a firm grip on his left wrist, and then he felt it tied flush with the table. Then his right wrist, and then his ankles, after Kevin had pushed the foot stock away. "I couldn't decide whether to use the stocks to tickle your feet, or something else. Tickling your feet would be too easy though, right frankie? Ten minutes, and you'd be begging to give up."
"Whatever," frank answered. His eyes got big as he saw Kevin bring over the "fuck gun."
"Interesting toy here, frankie. Nice dildo, a vibrator actually, attached to a controllable motor. And your legs spread out, just BEGGING for insertion." Frank saw Kevin rub a lubricant over the vibrator, and he winced as it entered him. "Not too far, frankie because, well, you'll see. OH. How could I forget this?" He saw a gleam in Kevin's eyes as he brought over a penis lock. "Eventually, frankie, you'll be putting these on yourself." "I don't think so," frank muttered. Kevin ignored him. "Now, the really FUN stuff, frankie." He took a wicked looking pair of nipple clamps, with a rather long chain between them. "OH FUCK" he whispered, as he saw Kevin put the clamps through one of the eye rings. "Keep em nice and tight, frankie, and lets me use my hands for more interesting things." Frank moaned as Kevin attached the clamps. "How's that feel, frankie? " "It hurts. It hurts like hell." "You'll get used to it, because I've got something to take your mind off it." Kevin picked up a ball separator, that also had a long tail attached to it, with a hook. "Let's get this on ya, frankie." The separator didn't hurt, but Frank began to get nervous when Kevin put the tail through another eye ring. "See this little hook, frankie? Well, something that everyone forgets about. A lead sinker. Just a small one. For now." Kevin put the hook of the sinker through the loop on the tail and frank howled as he felt the pull on his junk. And when he squirmed, he felt the nipple clamps bite harder. He also felt the fuck stick in him. "Just get yourself used to it, frankie, because I'll set a timer and, after five minutes, things will get more interesting. "He whispered "You look even hotter when you sweat, frankie." Frank tried to move as little as possible. The way Kevin had put the toys on him, he was stimulated, for good or bad, even if he were perfectly still. Moving, though, meant that the clamps pulled at him, and the sinker moved. Even the fucking machine, though turned off, was stimulating him: Kevin had positioned it just short of Frank's prostate, and if Frank moved in the wrong direction, the very tip would brush up against that gland, not giving him enough satisfaction and just making him want to push down for more. That, in turn, made the sinker move and if he pulled back, the chain on the clamps pulled on his nipples. Frank gritted his teeth. He fought it, hard. "Had enough, frankie? Want to give up?" He felt Kevin's lips on his ear and then heard the words. "NO!" he grunted, and made the mistake of shaking his head, which made EVERYTHING move. He screamed "FUCKER!", and Kevin laughed. "Yeah, that'd be me, because when this is over, you're gonna get my own fuck stick in a big way, cop to be. So, I guess this isn't enough. Let's see. Hmmm." Frank saw Kevin turn a crank, and then he felt his nipples get pulled further up. Next, he saw Kevin add a smaller sinker to the one already pulling on his balls. Then, finally, he saw Kevin turn a switch on the fuck machine. "Just really low, frankie. So you know what's going on. And...mmm... I wonder where your sweat tastes the sweetest." Frank felt Kevin's tongue licking over his ear. "PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T DO THAT, PLEASE. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" "Ok, frankie. How about at your navel?" As Kevin moved his tongue to frank's stomach, his head brushed up against the sinkers. "How do you like these, frankie? I have to give myself credit for them. My own idea." He slid his tongue in and out of frank's belly button hole, and then he looked up at frank. "How about...I take off the clamps, frankie and in exchange, I play with them myself?" Frank forgot again and shook his head. His scream was not as loud as before. His dick hurt, as it banged against the cage. He said, in a low voice. "Can you take the lock off, Kevin? PLEASE?" Kevin laughed and formed a fist around frank's caged dick. "Oh, frankie, that's the one thing I CAN'T do. See, it's traditional for a sub to stay locked up for a good week during initial training. You can ask brent, or any of the other subs you'll meet. So, no stud, I can't do that. "He smiled at frank. "But I can take a bunch of other things off, as soon as you say the magic words: `I submit.'" He flicked each clamp on frank's nipples and frank just whimpered. "Know what, big guy? Maybe I'll move the vibrator in a little. So it leans up against you know what. "NO! PLEASE DON'T DO THAT. NO!" It took all of an inch of adjustment and now, frank's cock fought, helplessly, against the cage. "How about a kiss for your topman, big guy?" Kevin leaned over, and his body pressed the clamps as he pushed frank's lips opened. His tongue slid into frank's mouth, and, for the first time, frank tried to get more. It was painful because everything moved, but he wanted it. And Kevin knew it. When he was finished, he kept one hand on a tit clamp, while his other hand took the lead holding the sinker, and he swung it very gently. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK! NO MORE. NO MORE. PLEASE. PLEASE. STOP. I GIVE. I SUBMIT I SUBMIT I SUBMIT." Kevin smiled. "Are you sure about this, frankie boy?" Panting and sweating, frank answered "Yes Sir, I am. I submit. I give up. I surrender. PLEASE SIR. ACCEPT MY SUBMISSION, PLEASE." There was almost a cackle out of Kevin as he got up and took the sinkers off the ball spreader. "Got anything to say, frankie?" "THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU. "Then Kevin went to the clamps. He removed them but he squeezed them, provoking another scream from frank. He said nothing: he wanted to see if frank understood the rules. "THANK YOU, SIR. THANK YOU," he panted out. Kevin stopped. He moved his mouth to frank's ear and whispered: "I'll take out the machine. Time for the real thing. But you need to hear what you are. Man-cunt. BITCH. FUCKTOI. SUB." The words cut into frank, but he knew they were true. "Yes, Sir, yes. I'm all those things. I'm your property, Sir." "Damn right you are. Make sure you don't forget that frankie cunt." Frank had never heard Kevin speak in that tone of voice, and he wasn't sure how he felt as Kevin took the fuck machine out of him. He also unlocked the restraints on frank's ankles. There was no strength left in frank: he couldn't have fought it if he tried, as Kevin lifted frank's legs. Kevin's cock was engorged in a way frank hadn't seen it before, and as it pierced his ass, frank felt a sense of relief, and of pain, and of... sheer pleasure. His moans were of pleasure too, as he felt his new Master took his ass, smiling as he rubbed up against frank's prostate with his dick head. "I knew you'd give up, frankie. It was just a question of time. And now... your first breeding as my sub." He pushed forward and let his jizz flow into frank's ass. When he came out, Kevin did something he hadn't done to frank before: he slid his fingers inside of him and began massaging frank's prostate. "OH SHIT! OH MY GOD OH FUCK. THAT FEELS SO GOOD SIR. IT DOES." He began to whimper. "If you behave, you'll get more of that. If you don't, well, you have no idea how long I can keep that lock on you. And I have many more ways to keep you in line, sub boy: things I didn't use because I didn't feel like I had the right. Now, I do." He looked at frank. "Remember what I said you had to do if you surrendered?" Frank did. He gulped. He had forgotten during the torture. "I have to shave my own pubes, Sir." "That's right. So, you're going into the bathroom, and I'm going to watch. If you don't do a good job, I'll finish it off. Five minutes later, they were in the bathroom, and frank was rubbing a gel over his junk. Kevin handed him the straight edge. "I may cut myself, Sir. The cage it's...it's awkward." "Deal with it, frankie. You're not gonna need that part of you too much anymore." "Yes Sir," frank answered resignedly. He began stroking and taking his pubic hair. "Good work, boy. You've done that before." "Yes, Sir. Sometimes before games. It was kind of a tradition." "Well, it won't be for us. It's my job. You just do it one time, so that we know who's in charge. We DO know that don't we?" "Yes, Sir. You are Sir." He kept shaving and he felt how hard his cock was in the cage. When could he get relief? Kevin -- no, SIR Kevin - had let him know it would be a while. It was Sunday, which meant dinner with mom. He wondered how that was going to go. "After dinner tonight, frankie, I'll start going over what I expect from my big, handsome, studly sub boy." Kevin put his arm around frankie's middle, and frankie felt that Kevin's erection was stirring again. "HE'S NEVER NOT HARD" he thought. "Schedules, rules, stuff like that. And maybe, just maybe, you'll start work on improving your cock sucking." If frankie thought things would get easier at dinner with his mom, he was mistaken. If anything, they got worse. First, Kevin picked out a dark rose shirt that fit him snugly, and tight jeans. "That way, I can pretend I'm opening up a Christmas present when I'm undressing you, handsome," Kevin spoke as he slipped his hand inside frankie's shirt, teasing his sore nipples "Button by button. Before you get YOUR present, stud sub." Frank's trapped cock was throbbing, and even though his nipples were sore, the never endings seemed to go right to his dick. When Kevin asked, "You like how that feels, bottom?", frank could only answer "yes, Sir." Frank's mom was still buzzy about her birthday party. She raved about Kevin's butterscotch cake. "I was going to ask you boys to take some home," she smiled, and laughed a little giddily, "but I'm glad I didn't. I've been picking at it all day." "Well, you deserve it, Mrs. Connor," Kevin replied. "If for no other reason than for raising such a handsome son." He put his hand on frank's shoulder, and frank blushed the color of his shirt. "Oh, frankie, STOP BLUSHING", she batted her eyes at her son. "You know you're the best looking of my children. You always did. And now that you have someone who FINALLY knows how to make you dress well..." She didn't' finish. Instead, she looked at Kevin and said, "I hope you can fight off anyone who comes after frankie."
"MOM! STOP!" frank cried out and felt a squeeze on his thigh from Kevin. "I think I can handle the masses, Mrs. Connor. But I have to say, I feel bad about taking frankie from you. You'll be all alone in the house." Mrs. Connor shook her head and grinned. "Well, that's some news I have for you. I won't be alone. Frankie's sister's divorce just went through, and she and the three kids are going to move back. I'll be fine. OH, KEVIN! You'll have to meet them! I know my daughter is going to love you as much as I do."
"AWWWW. I don't think that's possible Mrs. Connor." Mom snorted. "Has frankie told you anything about Gloria?" Kevin looked at frank. "No. Only that he had a sister."
"Well, I'm going to -- what do the kids say -- spill the tea here. I was opposed -I'm always right you see -- but Gloria fell in love with frankie's wrestling coach and they eloped. I was ready to be proven wrong but now, well", she smiled with satisfaction "I guess I was right."
"Wrestling coach?" Kevin asked. Frankie, I didn't know you wrestled." Frank didn't get a chance to respond, as his mom took over.
"Oh yes, absolutely. Frankie wrestled for a while, and we thought he was going to go out for that rather than football. But, as I'm sure you learned, Kevin, frankie doesn't like to lose, and there was one guy, one very strong, big guy, who seemed to always come out on top when he and frankie wrestled. No one could understand it: frankie should have been better, and he totally DESTROYED every other competitor, but this guy -- seemed that he came out on top every time." Frank wanted to disappear under the table.
"He was on top every time," Kevin mused. He looked at frankie and in a falsetto he said "you're gonna have to do some explaining of this, frankie. "Then he looked at Mrs. Connor. "I'm sure you have lots of pictures, ma'am."
"MOM, NO!" frank yelled. Mrs. Connor seemed very pleased with teasing her son. "Next time, Kevin. I'm sure you two new... love birds... need some time alone."
"At least let us do the dishes, ma'am," Kevin offered and got a no. "Just don't ask to take any leftover cake, Kevin." Kevin smiled and thought "I'm gonna have plenty of cake. Peach cake I think."
An hour later, back at home, frankie was tied up in a chair, wrists behind his back. He had on the snug fitting white gym tights, and nothing else. Kevin had just ordered him to spread his legs wide, and when frankie didn't answer with a "Yes Sir," he felt the paddle come down on his locked cock. Kevin was smiling as he gently paddled each of frankies' nipples. "How do they feel, frankie?"
"They're sensitive, Sir. Very sensitive." Kevin drew out the word "tenderized," and laughed, before he put down the paddle and squeezed frankie's nipples. "Know what I think the problem for you is, frankie? You've always been used to taking what you wanted -- not getting it but TAKING it. So am I. But the thing is, what I wanted is YOU. And I took you. Didn't I, boy?" Frank hesitated before he answered "Yes, Sir." Kevin took a deep breath. "You're so hot when you're tied up. Just in a classic pose like that. I can't wait to play different games with you when you're all nice and helpless. So, when does the academy start?"
"It's ten days, Sir." "That's what I thought. Now, that's plenty of time for you to meet with brent and get some pointers, and to learn "Sir Kevin's Rules for Subs. Yeah, it may surprise you, but it probably won't. I have a manual. And I'll expect you to know it. I'll assign pages every day, and then there'll be practical learning like, oh, your schedule. He looked at frankie. "You haven't had a really serious tickling in a long while, stud." Frankie shifted in his chair as he saw Kevin step behind him. "Right in those sweaty pits, big guy." Kevin's fingers dug in, and in seconds, frankie was howling. "So, you wrestled, huh big boy?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAHA. YES SIR. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA."
"Did you get hard when you got pinned?" Kevin stopped tickling frankie for a minute, and frankie didn't answer. Then the tickling started again. "Did you?" "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. YES SIR. YES, I DID. I DID. AND THE OTHER GUYS KNEW IT. THAT'S WHY I STOPPED. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHAAHA." "Well, you don't have to worry about getting hard anymore, stud. Wrestling is going on the menu. With tickling. And edging your dick. And of course, your primary role. Getting fucked. And tonight, it's your mouth. Let's get you out of the chair and on your knees. You're going to need practice. Better start now." Frankie felt Kevin's strong hand on the back of his neck as he pushed him from the chair and onto his knees. His hands were still tied behind him as Kevin opened his zipper. His hard cock came out. "You want this, don't you frankie?" When frankie answered "Yes sir," part of the answer was because he thought about how long it would be before the lock came off. Kevin had said that if he didn't obey, it would stay on longer. But apart from that, a part of him DID want it. And he wanted to do better. It was built into him. A stray thought: "I want to be the best cocksucker he's ever had" went through frankie's head, as he wrapped his tongue around Kevin' cock. He heard Kevin moan, and frankie felt his head pushed forward. He nearly choked. "Gag reflex. You'll get over that. I'm sure brent has lots of tips. Ray is HUGE." As Kevin slid his cock back and forth, frankie wished that he had a prostate of some kind in his mouth. He was fighting not to gag and not to bite Kevin, who was pumping faster and faster. Then, there was a scream and frankie braced himself. He remembered when HE got blown, that moment when his partner would look at him and struggle to keep down the jizz. "Retribution," was all frankie could think as the cum slid down his throat.
After Kevin was done, he walked over to the side of the living room. "I almost forgot, frankie. I figured that sooner or later, we'd get to this point, and I got you some new shirts to wear at the gym." He brought over two T-shirts, both gray, with black writing on the front. One had the word "OWNED" on the chest. The other, "TAKEN."
Now, you wear a 2xl, right frankie?" Frankie was still looking at the T-shirts thinking "OH SHIT. I can't wear these." "Yes Sir. My chest is big." "Well, these are simply XL. It's not a mistake big boy. I want those nips pointing out, those guns showing off and I want everyone to wonder `what does that mean,' although let me tell you, there are guys in that gym who will know. You start wearing them tomorrow. You can choose the one you want." "Taken," was what frankie thought. "At least it's ambiguous."