"I'm really screwed," frankie thought, as he grabbed the weight bar. It was Monday: the day after Kevin had broken him. His neck was sore from what had happened after they got back from dinner at his mom's. Kevin had given him a hickey. A big one.
After they had gotten back from dinner, Kevin had frankie spread out on the bed, and he tied him down really, tight. "I just like the way you look in that position, frankie." He had a big smile on his face. "I'm gonna give Ray a call. I'll put it on speaker. Let's see if we can't set something up for later in the week." After he dialed the number and was waiting for Ray to pick up, Kevin unbuttoned frankie's shirt. "Gonna keep this nice and smooth now, right frankie?" Kevin chuckled as he ran a nail over frankie's left nipple. It was still sore, and frankie moaned out "yes sir."
Ray's high-pitched voice came over the phone, greeting Kevin. There was a sound in the background: heavy breathing, punctuated by moans.
"Ray? Hey, did I interrupt something?" Ray answered "No, I'm just playing with brent. Last week, I found a spot that even HE didn't know he has. It's REAL sensitive. Isn't it baby boy?" The spot was the skin to the sides of brent's navel. It wasn't ticklish but it was... sensitive. Ray was giving it a very light massage, and it was sending brent through the roof. "I sorta wish you were here, Kevin. When brent squirms the way he does when I do this, it is SO hot."
Kevin laughed. "I'll bet. Hope to see it happen someday. So, guess what happened today? I'll give you a hint: brent has a new brother."
"REALLY? He surrendered?" Kevin looked at frankie. "Tell him, stud. You give in?" frankie was breathing hard. "Yes, Sir. I did."
"Kevin! That is SO exciting. Congratulations! Oh, he's got to learn your manual and, the basics from brent boy." He spoke to brent. "You ready to teach frankie all about being a sub?" Ray stuck his finger into brent's navel, which provoked a loud moan. "OOOOOOOOOOOH. Yes, Sir. Yes. I will." Ray got back on the phone.
"Well, I'm going to need to ring off because this is making me REALLY horny. I think there are a few guys available too. I'll check in. Maybe we can have a `welcome' party for the newbie."
"Heh heh. That'd be awesome. I'll check in with Adam. If he's not taking bruce to some conference or something, they'll be able to make it. "
"Ok, see you, Kevin." Just before the call ended, Kevin and frankie heard Ray : "You wanna get FUCKED big boy?"
"You know, frankie, I'm not sure if I could give you as hard a fuck as I want to. Still recovering from this afternoon. But...gimme your neck. Turn your head to the side. I still haven't shaved." Kevin ran his hand over his chin.
"SIR, NO. PLEASE! PLEASE, NO MARKINGS."
"It's ten days to academy, frankie. You wanna wear that cage until then?" frankie sighed. "No, sir." Reluctantly he moved his head, exposing the left side of his neck. He felt Kevin run his beard over his neck, softly, slowly. He began to squirm and to breathe harder. Kevin whispered "FUCK TOI" into his ear, and then dug in harder. "OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" came out of frankie. He was experiencing a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Kevin's knee in his crotch exaggerated those feelings. "OH GOD. OH GOD." "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Mark my property. Like a wild dog in heat. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRR." No woman had ever bitten frankie on his neck, and Kevin was the first man. Frankie had no idea that he had so many nerve endings there, and each one was exploding as Kevin dug in.
"KISS ME YOU BIG STUD. TAKE MY TONGUE, BOTTOM."
"MMMMMMMM." Frankie didn't think he could handle it. His cock was so hard, he thought he'd break through the cage.
"You like what your Master does to your frankie?" Kevin was still whispering.
"YES SIR. OH GOD, YES SIR."
"You promise to behave? If you do, I'll let you jerk." It was blackmail, but frankie knew that he could take the offer, or he'd stay caged and hard."
"I DO. I PROMISE. PLEASE SIR. PLEASE LET ME CUM."
"Ok, for this time. We're gonna get you down to twice a week, sub boy, and then once a week." Frankie breathed with relief when the cage came off, and then he moaned some more when the restraints came off his wrists. He could feel the tingle on his neck. He knew there'd be a mark. He didn't know how big. He wondered if he could hide it. But then, Kevin ran his finger up the back of frankie's cock, and everything went out of his mind but the need for release. Kevin ran his fingers through frankie's hair as he stroked. Frankie wanted it to last, but he also wanted to just do it. He was desperate. As his breathing got faster, and his cock got harder and harder, he yelled: "THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU," and then the jizz started flowing. Kevin was laughing.
"Very little is as funny as seeing a bottom jerk off. Now, I'm wondering: can I trust you to keep your hands away from your pee pee without using the cage?" Kevin saw frankie's eyes as he said "Yes, Sir, I promise. "
"Well, I'm gonna keep you to that promise, frankie, and I'm gonna know if you break it because, trust me stud, if you jerk off and I'm not there, and you try to clean it, you won't get all of it, and I'll know. And then..." He dangled the cage. "Mr Chastity will come out to take care of you. And don't even think about not going to the gym tomorrow, stud. You never noticed him, but Ray works out there, and you're going to text me to let me know you're going, and he'll be there, making sure you get your first workout in as sub boy frankie." Frank swallowed a groan. He had given thought to not going until the welt on his neck had healed, or until he could get some make up or something to hide it. He just hoped...
When he pulled out the workout shirt with "Taken" printed on it, frankie began to lose ANY hope. It was a tank top, not a t-shirt, and it didn't cover his torso completely. Part of his navel showed. And it was a deep cut tank top, so there was no way to avoid his pits showing, and everyone knowing they were shaved. He hoped his nipples didn't show any aggravation because his neck...
"OH FUCK" he had let slip when he was in the bathroom that Monday. Kevin had done a REALLY good job at marking his neck. He saw Kevin come into the bathroom behind him, and then felt his arms go around his middle.
"You hate being a sub, don't you, frankie?"
"Yes, Sir. I do."
"But you're a man of honor. And you like my cock." Frankie couldn't deny either one, but he didn't answer.
"You want a matched set of hickeys?" Kevin asked.
"NO SIR. NO, please."
"You're a man of honor, right, frankie?"
"Yes, Sir."
"You surrendered, didn't you?" Frankie gulped "Yes sir."
"And you like my cock." Kevin squeezed frankie tighter, and frankie answered "Yes, Sir."
"Good. Because you're gonna get it tonight. And every night." He nibbled frankie's ear. "You're going to make SUCH a good sub."
Now, at the gym, frankie wasn't feeling much like a good sub. He was embarrassed, and angry. He saw Ray working out in the judo room. The guy was good. But then... what was that guy's name? Eric? Yeah, the fem guy he used to tease in the locker room. He walked by frankie and whistled "OOOOOOOOOOO" Someone had a wild night last night. And someone's taking some dick." Eric cackled and frankie put down his weights.
"HEY, KNOCK IT OFF. I had a date."
"Uh huh. With whom honey? The big bad wolf?" He pointed to frankie's neck. "I'm a little jealous big boy. I've had them, but NEVER a whopper like that. Did you get a whopper up your pooper too?" Frankie felt his face turning red. "NOTHING WENT UP MY BUTT, ERIC." Eric struck a camp pose and grinned.
"Then why you wearing a taken shirt, frankie?"
"BECAUSE I'M SEEING SOMEONE AND I'M TAKEN." Eric laughed. "Is THAT what you think that means, honey? Gurrrrrrrrrrl, you ARE new to this. We gals, we wear that shirt when we've given up our butt cherries, honey. "He saw frankie's face and before he left, Eric's mouth dropped.
"OH MY GOD, YOU LUCKY WHORE. Then the rumors are true. That rich bitch Kevin took you as his boy. DAYUM. I am JEALOUS but I must say... he has good taste. Maybe I'll get invited to one of your parties sometime. Enjoy your workout. And when he works it in, squeeze your glutes honey, HAH HAH."
Frankie was furious when he got home that night. Kevin was already there, and he heard the hard slam. "KEVIN, WE HAVE TO TALK!" Kevin came into the living room. "We certainly DO, stud. Let's begin with your attitude. I am SIR. Or Sir Kevin. NEVER Kevin anymore unless I say you can. Now look over there I got you something today." Frankie saw a pale blue wrestling singlet. "Change into it. I wanna see how it looks before...well, you'll find out."
"I'M NOT PUTTING ON THAT THING AND I'M OUTTA HERE." Kevin looked up. "Poor sub boy frankie had a bad day. A nice piece of Master cock will take care of that. Put the singlet on." Frankie was about to refuse, but he heard the tone in Kevin's voice. How many times had Kevin shown him who was boss, physically? And he was tired from the workout, and emotionally exhausted from Eric's remarks.
"Yes, Sir," he answered, dropping his jeans, taking off his polo, and picking up the singlet.
"You know, you getting angry is a REAL FUCKING turn on for me frankie. I was aroused before you came in and now...I hope I can hold things in. GAWD, you look good in that. Let's see you flex. Do some with your hands behind you too." The singlet was tight, and the fabric rubbed against frankie's jock. Now, HE was getting aroused. Something about wrestling singlets...
"Point out that wrestler boy chest, stud muffin." Kevin went up and began running his thumbs on frankie's nips. He saw how frankie tried not to show a reaction and failed.
"Get everything off the coffee table, frankie. I think it's strong enough to hold you. I need to go and get something else because, well, you need a bit of discipline."
In about fifteen minutes, Kevin had expertly tied frankie, face down, to the table. It groaned, but it held the man. Kevin tied frankie's wrists to two of the legs, then he ran ropes around frankie's middle and bound him to the table. Finally, frankie's ankles got bound to the other legs.
"I've had to change my approach, frankie. I had intended to hogtie you to the table, but..." frankie saw the paddle. "Your behavior merits punishment. I'd say ten. And if you forget to say thank you, Sir after any of them, you'll get five more."
"WHACK" the first one came down and frankie cried out "THANK YOU SIR." The whacks continued, and by number five, the yells were muted, almost moans. "DID YOU FORGET THAT ONE, BOY?" Kevin yelled at number 8.
"No, Sir. I'm just...sore."
"NICE AND LOUD FOR THE LAST TWO. WHACK."
"THANK YOU, SIR."
"WHACK." "Thank you, Sir."
Kevin came around in front of frankie. Frankie could see he was sweating hard, from the exertion. "No gag for you because, you need practice in blowing me." He opened his zipper. "Get to work."
"Yes sir. MMMMMMMMPH" Kevin's large cock shoved into frankie's mouth. Frankie ran his tongue around it, and wondered: was he going to get ass fucked tonight? He wanted it, but now his cheeks were sore from the paddling."
"THERE. You got me adequately lubricated frankie. Now..." Before frankie could say "but Sir, I'm still in the suit," he felt Kevin press against him and then he heard the fabric ripping. "I'm wet, let's get you wet." Kevin got on the floor and now, his tongue was penetrating frankie. And frankie was going crazy.
"OH SHIT SIR. OH GOD, THANK YOU. THANK YOU." Then, just inarticulate sounds. And then the feeling of Kevin shoving his cock into frankie's ass. "NNNNNNNNNNNNNG" came out of frankie.
"Whose ass is this?"
"Yours, Sir." "DAMN RIGHT IT'S MINE. BY CONQUEST."
"YES, SIR." "You like the feel of my cock?"
"YES, SIR" frankie wasn't lying anymore. He did like it. He tried to tighten his glutes to pleasure his Master and it worked. "OH YEAH. I was right. You ARE gonna be good. You know what Master likes." Kevin put a hand over frankie's mouth. "Bet you're gonna be SO FUCKING SEXY with a leather gag in your mouth. FUCK. The thought of that is making me.... OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" Frankie felt the jizz pouring into him. "Taking my bitch. My sub bitch. My sub bitch cop. HELL YEAH."
When Kevin pulled out, frankie thought it was over. Kevin wasn't finished yet. "Now, let's see...I wonder. I just wonder if you've got a spot like brent. Let's investigate." Frankie felt Kevin push his fingertips right in the middle of the creases behind his knee. He drew those fingers back and forth, and frankie began to howl.
"Well, well, well. I've found one. Maybe there are more. That's for another day. For now, though, subby, you need to start learning the basics of being a sub. Tonight, these floors need washing. All of them. Do it naked. Then you can put on some clothes so you can sit and massage my feet. When you're done, we'll get dinner. Get a move on. "Yes, Sir," was all frankie could answer.
They went to Ray and brent's place at the end of the week. Kevin made frankie dress up in a white button down with blue stripes and blue dress pants. "One button opened, frankie. I open the second one when we get there. And put on your collar."
"Yes, Sir, "frankie answered. He was sucking in his gut as much as he could, but the shirt still puckered. His sleeves were rolled so the other subs could see his big arms, but he also knew: the hickey was healing, but it was still evident. They were the first couple to arrive. Ray greeted them and gave Kevin a hug. "CONGRATULATIONS, Kevin. You two were made for each other." He looked at frankie. "OH, you even wore your collar! That's good. How's it like being Kevin's boy?"
"It's great." Frankie said sarcastically, and when he felt the pinch at his arm, added "SIR." Ray laughed. "Oh, you're gonna have fun training this one. Brent is in the kitchen getting a tray of snacks ready. Can frankie join him?
"Of course. He'll have to learn sooner or later."
"Off to the kitchen, stud." "Yes, Sir."
Brent met him. "Hey, good to see you frank."
"I think you're supposed to call me frankie," he answered, and brent laughed. "That's the first thing to learn, frank. That's the name your Master gave you, and it's what all the Masters will use tonight. But among subs...I know you prefer Frank."
"How did you know that?"
"Because you wince every time someone other than Master Kevin calls you frankie. Trust me. Brent's not my name. It's my middle name. But my prior Master and Master Ray both think Brent serves a sub better than Jim or James does."
"So, your real name is Jim?"
"Yeah. Well, James. But I always called myself Jim. It was Don who changed it." They heard the door. Brent listened for the voices. "Ok, you're gonna meet Hart and tom. Or tommy to the Masters."
Frankie squinted. "Those names sound familiar," and brent laughed. "They should. They were in high school with us. They were already D/s."
"THEY WERE?"
"Yeah, Hart had a thing for Tom. Used to tease him about his blond ass all the time. Tom was taking karate and got pissed off. Challenged Hart to a fight without researching. Hart had a black belt. Mopped the floor up with him. The victory prize? Tom's ass."
"And Tom liked it?"
"Enough to not protest when Hart said he wanted control. Take that tray. The Masters get served first. And Adam's not here yet, so none of the subs eat. Not yet anyway."
"WHOA. MR. QUARTERBACK IS A WIDE RECEIVER NOW." Hart had always been a smart mouth, and that didn't change. "Who knew that the stud of school could be broken?" He was shaking hands with Kevin. "I knew about you, Kevin, but not much. Never knew that someone in that school would take down the king. "He looked at tommy. "But I was already training my boy, wasn't I, blondie?" frankie saw Tom wince at that name. "Yes, Sir, you were." Frankie remembered Tom: fine blond hair, light blue eyes, and always in either a blue or white dress shirt and blue or black pants. Nothing had changed. Brent brought a tray over to Hart.
"Something to eat, Sir?"
"Don't mind if I do. Mind if I sit, Ray?"
"Not at all. Anywhere you like."
"tommy. On the ground."
"Yes, sir," Tom answered. He took a place next to Hart's left leg. Hart stretched out that leg and rested his boot right on Tom's crotch. A moan came out of Tom, and he thanked Hart, who began very slowly massaging Tom's crotch for a few minutes.
"Caged. He'll be one hot bitch when we get back home." The doorbell rang, and Ray answered it. "ADAM! SO GLAD you had time for us." Adam walked in with a tall, silver haired man who wore glasses. He had a tight grip on the man's bicep. "And we have a newbie too." He looked at frankie. "WOW. You're quite the specimen. I might even think about giving bruce's ass a night off if I could spend it with yours." Kevin laughed. "Not quite yet, Sir. I'm Kevin, and I'm not CLOSE to being tired of it." Frankie saw that bruce had a collar on, but it was thicker than his. In the kitchen, later, he learned it was bruce's punishment collar. He hadn't followed Adam's instructions for how to dress that day, and now, at random, Adam would send an electric stun to the collar. He learned that bruce had tried to escape, twice, and had been recaptured both times. Now, he had a chip under his armpit, just like a dog. "I deserved it. I surrendered both times. And I broke my vow. "
"You used to be a trooper, didn't you?" brent asked. "Yeah, the good old days. That's what got me in trouble. Expecting free BJs from gay guys when I broke them up, shit like that. Now, I'M the one giving the free BJs. Last time at Master's club, I took nine guys."
"Relax, Frank," brent spoke. "They've been together forever. The only cock going into your mouth in the near future is Kevin's. He's possessive. Tom laughed. "Remember the public whipping of the last guy he had? What was his name, Neal, or something like that?" Frank looked up in horror. "HE WHIPPED HIM IN PUBLIC?" The other three subs looked at each other and laughed. "FOOLED YA ROOKIE. Possessive he is. Private he is. IF he ever beat Neal, it happened in private. "Bruce winked. "I bet you got that hickey indoors, not out." Frank sighed. "Yeah. I begged him not to do it. That's why I'm locked up." "When did you give up?" Tom asked. "Last Sunday." There was laughter from Tom and Bruce. "You ARE a Rookie. GEEZ. You're gonna have to come up to speed REALLY fast. I don't think Master Kevin is gonna want to miss the D/s party this year. Expect some heavy training.
"GIRLS. Can we have some drinks out here?" Ray called into the kitchen.
"Coming, Sir" brent answered. The other two guys knew what to pick up. Brent cued frankie. "Your Master first, then all around. Three rounds, and then, stand at his side. Hands behind your back. He'll instruct you."
Brent was spot on. When they were done, Kevin signaled for frankie to sit down in the space he made with his legs. He locked them around frankie, and now his hand came down and opened the second button on frankie's shirt. Kevin didn't ask, but frankie pushed out his chest. He knew Master would like that.
"He's coming along, Kevin. Should be ready for whatever you decide at the festival."
"I can't think that far ahead, guys. Right now, I have one thing in mind, and you know what that is.
"FUCKING HIS ASS WHEN YOU GET HOME!" They laughed. "I'm so predictable," Kevin joined them.
And he was.