Hey everyone. So, now you know how i got my nickname: "Bitchbull." Sir Dean thought it was funny, and so did Sir Marc. roland thought it was "hot," and would tease me: he told me there was a French cheese called "laughing cow," and when we had our French lessons, he was the "moaning cow." He meant it as a compliment, but it embarrassed me. Sir Dean loved my nickname, and even got three t shirts made for me in grey, with "Bitchbull" across them in script. Those shirts are snug, and when Sir Dean makes me wear one, you can see my nipples, and even my piercing bar through the fabric.
Those first 3 months with Sir Dean were challenging. i already wrote about how organized and orderly he was. He didn't write down all his rules, but if he mentioned one, Sir Dean expected me to remember it. He would let me know he was disappointed when i broke one of his household rules, but when i broke his rules about sex and my submission, that's when i got punished. And i got punished good for something that was, well, awkward.
One night when Sir Dean came home, he had a large box with him. i ran to help him with the box, but he smiled. "I got this jim, go finish dinner." i was putting things together in the kitchen, so i didn't see what was in the box. When he was finished unpacking , he called me out to see what was in the box. He was smiling. "Take off your shirt, boy. Try this on." Sir Dean had bought me a leather harness. i had never worn one before. i had seen guys in them and always thought it made them look hot. i was still without my moustache, but i was scruffy. i was wearing comfortable jeans, so you couldn't really say that i was in full "cruising look," but i thought the harness made me look hot . i heard Sir Dean come from behind, and put his hands on my shoulders. "Fucking you while you're wearing that is just gonna set me off, big time," he kissed my ear and then he slipped a band on my right bicep. i knew what that was for: roland had shown me the one Sir Marc had him wear when they went out. "Turn off the oven and get in the bedroom, bitchbull" Sir Dean whispered to me. i couldn't answer anything but "yes sir," and when i walked in, he had restraints ready, but not the usual ones. i guess he had gotten some kind of contraption for putting your boy in a hogtie, because i felt the leather cuffs go on my wrists, and then they stretched down, linked to two others that cuffed my ankles. When he was done, Sir Dean turned me on my side. He began squeezing my left nipple and running his finger along the bar through my right one. "I wonder if i can get a bull to give milk? Hmmmmm?" he teased me, because he knew that there were very few things that made my cock harder than nipple play. When i began to moan too loudly, he pulled a penis gag out of the side table and shoved it in my mouth. Then he undid the hogtie, but kept my wrists cuffed. He spread my legs and i felt his finger, covered with lube, begin pushing into me. i pushed my ass back. i knew by then that while Sir Dean wanted me passive, he didn't want me "passive" if you know what i mean. So i pushed back to get more of his finger. He shoved me back down on the bed and his finger popped out. "YOU TAKE WHAT I GIVE YOU BITCH. UNDERSTAND?" i answered 'yes sir' through the gag, and kept motionless as he ran a finger along the edges of my ass crack. Sir Dean knew how to do much more than "push my buttons." He could light up every circuit. i was trying so hard NOT to push back to get his finger, and even though i couldn't see his face, i knew he was smiling, and licking his lips. i could hear his hand sliding back and forth on his cock and i knew, he'd be in me soon. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOF" i moaned through the gag, as he penetrated me. Sir Dean was very thick that night, and while he had lubed up, it was just a bit insufficient. Sir Dean had fucked me raw before, and i liked it. i liked it whenever he fucked me, but this time: somewhere between lubed up and raw, was confusing. "Don't you want more, bitch?" He whispered. I shook my head yes, and pushed my butt back. This time, he didn't shove me back down to the bed. Instead, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me back. He stopped sliding, but just pushed, further and further. My moans were getting more desperate because, well, i wanted to cum so badly, and couldn't, and every one of my nerves were firing. Finally, i heard Sir Dean's very controlled release, and i felt him spilling into me. GOD DO i LOVE THAT FEELING! When i get Sir Dean's cum in my ass, or in my mouth, or even on me... i feel like the happiest person in the world. If i hadn't been wearing the gag, i would have been smiling. Sir Dean lay down next to me, and he was rubbing the back of my neck. It felt really good. He said "I still can't believe how well this worked out. It took me six months to get my last slave anywhere NEAR the way i wanted him, but you... you've been the perfect boy. Or... nearly perfect." i wanted to melt. But now i wanted to know about Sir Dean's other slave. Or did he have more than one?
roland had known Sir Dean much longer than i had, and he told me about the two slaves he knew about during one of our "french lessons." (On "french lesson" days, Sir Dean would unlock me before he went to work. Then he'd give me the key. i had to turn the key over to roland, who would lock me back up after our "lesson." ) We were talking after one lesson, and roland told me about ming, the Asian boy Sir Dean had been with when he came to the United States, and then denny, the former college wrestler. "You're the biggest boy of the three by far, Jim. " He smiled. "in many ways." i like roland a lot. And i was liking the "french lessons" as we called them. He would always sigh when he had to lock me back up. He wanted me to stay longer, or to come over when Sir Marc had to go away for business. Sir Dean would NOT allow that. In his words "Letting the bull shoot once or twice a week is fine, more than that is not." It was final. From what i understand, Sir Marc had another friend who had a boy who spoke French, not as a native, but who had learned it in school. He would come over and, well, i know that there was a two headed dildo in the house. i don't know much else.
Those "french lessons" got me into the big trouble. Indirectly. See, Sir Marc went away on business trips and left roland alone, but then they took a vacation. They were going to France, so roland could see his parents and his French friends, and just enjoy the country. My french lessons were on Tuesdays and Fridays, and they left on a Friday before we could have our lesson. In all, i'd miss two weeks of "lessons," plus that day. Late in the second week of their vacation, Sir Dean decided it was time for a full body shave: chest, pits, and pubes. He restrained me tightly, the way he always did, and first he took care of my chest with the barber's shears. He couldn't help himself, and toyed with my nipples as he did. Then, the razor blade came out and my pits got cleaned. Sir Dean was in a phase where he was really enjoying tickling me. I got tickled every day, usually with no warning: he'd grab me, and dig into my pits, or when he was fucking me, he'd do my feet. So he finished the shaving and gave me ten minutes of tickling. i was sweating and i needed to pee. i hoped i wouldn't when he shaved my pubes.
Well, peeing wasn't the problem. Sir Dean took off the cage and got to work. Now, i've been shaved down there long into a period of chastity, but i guess at least part of my body was missing roland. Like everyone else, if i say "my nipples are sensitive," that doesn't tell the whole story. my nipples ARE sensitive, but there are parts that are more sensitive than others. Sir Dean knows that. i don't think he knew about my balls. One of his fingertips brushed against a really sensitive spot and... well, i sang when i was younger, but i wasn't a tenor. The yell that came out of me when Sir Dean touched that spot, would have made opera tenors proud. my orgasm was huge, but it was without permission. my cum was everywhere: it was on the razor, my lower body, the bed and worst of all: i had hit Sir Dean with it. "I'M SORRY SIR I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT WOULD HAPPEN. I'M SORRY TRULY SORRY SIR. " He didn't look pleased. It was clear: my apology wasn't going to be enough. He grabbed my balls and squeezed, until i began to scream. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE TRAINED BETTER BY NOW. SEEMS I'M GOING TO HAVE TO LET YOU KNOW ... WHAT HAPPENS." i had no idea what he had in mind. He got up from the bed and disappeared for a minute. He came back holding something that looked like a fisherman's gaffe: you know, that hook that you use to pull a fish into the boat. Except this didn't end in a sharp point: this was blunt, and there were five balls on it. The one at the tip was the smallest one, and they got bigger. "This was in the box with your halter, boy. I got it in case I ever needed to teach you SEVERE punishment. " He began lubing the balls. "If it takes all night, you're going to take each one of these balls up your butt. And then... " He smiled because he had my collar with the D ring. "Then we're going to attach this, and you're gonna be wearing the contraption, for at least three hours. OH, and you won't be able to say you're sorry because..." He had one more thing: Sir Dean used penis gags on me a LOT, but this was just a large, black penis. He duct taped that in my mouth after he had put on the collar. Then he started pushing in the balls. Sir Dean had fucked me so many times by that point that the first three went in without any trouble. They actually felt good. If i shifted position with my neck at all, the balls moved. If i hadn't have accidentally shot, ... i'd be at the edge. The fourth ball was another matter. i sucked in my breath and tried to scream. Sir Dean laughed. "It's all about control bitchboy. All about control. Something you need to learn more of." i saw a look i rarely saw on him: it bordered on evil. i also saw his bulge getting bigger and bigger (when he shaved me, Sir dean took off his shirt but not his pants). He pushed, and while i didn't black out, i did see stars. i began to understand why it looked like a fisherman's gaffe: i felt like a hooked fish. i squirmed, i moaned, and it did me no good. motion just made it worse. Sir Dean was looking down at me as he dropped his pants. "You're already covered with bottom jizz. You ought to get some top man spunk: MANCUNT." He aimed for my face. i closed my eyes, but i felt the warm, soothing cum hit my cheeks. Some dripped on my gag. i wanted to taste it so much, but that was part of my punishment too: i couldn't. "Learn your lesson, boy?" i looked at Sir Dean and i tried to make my eyes look as desperate as i could. He smiled. "One hour. I'm going to go and make some phone calls and then i'll be back. Then.. trust me. When I pull them out, you'll wish I left them in." He came back after 90 minutes. i don't know how i would have felt if someone else took them out, but Sir Dean worked very slowly, and he twisted the balls as they were coming out. i have to say: that night i felt like i had just finished the toughest workout at the gym i had ever had. i slept well. i felt Sir Dean's arm around me. He rested it on my right nipple now, and i remember thinking just before i fell asleep "i'm the luckiest boy in the world."
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"i'm the luckiest boy in the world." i thought that again, about a week and a half later. Now that i was taking french lessons from roland, the four of us would sometimes have dinner either before or after the lesson. Sometimes we had brunch instead, and that's what we were doing that day. Sir Dean was trying a new look on me: he thought that i needed to wear more "girlie" colors, and had gotten me a tight fitting polo shirt that i guess you could say was fuchsia. i had my doubts, but when i put it on , with light colored jeans, i thought "DAMN i look hot." Sir Dean thought so too. It hugged my biceps, which were getting bigger from the gym visits. my gut had almost disappeared too. i felt Sir Dean behind me, trapping my arms the way he always did, and he whispered. "SO FUCKING HOT. LOOK AT THE GUN SHOW.." Before i could thank him, his hand was on my left nipple and he was whispering: "But those guns don't fire if you know how to disarm the man." He began pinching my tit and all i could do was moan "oooooooooh. yes sir." The gym WAS giving me bigger arms, but the chest presses were making my nips more and more sensitive. Sir Dean knew that. i had a feeling that he'd be participating in my french lesson that day, and i was right. Every time i asked roland to tell me how to say "pig roast" in French, he just smiled and said "Call it a pig roast jim. Everyone who matters in France will know what you mean." On the way back home that day, we passed something i hadn't seen before: i guess i hadn't walked on that street on Saturdays before, so i didn't know about the animal adoption people. i turned my head as i was walking with Sir Dean. He always noticed that because, if i were looking at another man he thought was a top.... But Sir Dean saw that i was looking at this delicate, light gray kitten. i had grown up with cats and i loved them. And everytime we were with roland, he reminded me of a cat. So they were on my mind. i hadn't had a pet since long before i started bottoming. i missed them. I felt Sir Dean's grip on my bicep. "i'm sorry Sir. i wasn't looking at a man, i was looking at this cat. He's so cute." As far as i knew, Sir Dean had no patience for animals. He didn't have a pet, and i had never heard him mention one in the past. But he answered me "Do you want to see if you can play with him?" i guess my excitement got the better of me. "COULD I SIR? REALLY? JUST FOR A MINUTE?" The woman who was in charge came over: "I can let you reach in and pet him, but please understand: we can't take the animals out of the cages. " "Should be the rule for subs too" i heard Sir Dean mutter. i began stroking the little guy on the side of his head, and he rolled over, exposing his belly to me. Sir Dean laughed. "Looks like you found your spirt animal, jim." The lady didn't understand, but i blushed. "What is the adoption fee?" Sir Dean asked her. "NO SIR DEAN NO. PLEASE. YOUR APARTMENT." He gave me a look that i understood meant to shut up. "Well, we're not adopting him to anyone without his brother. They were taken together, and they're sort of inseparable." There WAS a slightly larger, black cat in the cage with the gray guy. He had been giving me hostile looks while i played with his brother. Then, Sir Dean did something that i still can't believe he did. "Is there a discount for adopting two?" i dont know who's eyes were bigger: mine or the lady's. "Well, yes, if the application is approved. If you give me an email address, i'll send it on to you, you can fill it out, and then, we can go from there. " "Jim, give the woman your address. We'll talk at home. " When we got home, we first had to do something that Sir Dean had been waiting for. He tied me up in the chair without the butt plug, using this rope harness that Sir Marc had taught him. He called it "shibari," which i researched later. For now, though, my caged cock was poking out of bondage, and my nipples were forced out because of the way it was tied. "Listen up bitch. I wanna know: you want the cats?" i lowered my voice. "Sir, it's your apartment. You make decisions like that, not me." That answer got me a slam to my cock. "GODDAMN IT DICKHEAD I ASKED YOU A QUESTION AND I WANT AN ANSWER. YOU WANT THEM OR NOT?" i couldn't believe Sir was asking me this. i told him the truth. "i want the gray one Sir, but if i can only have him with the other one, then yes sir." Sir Dean pinched my nipples while he said the rest. "Alright. This is what we're going to do. YOU fill out the application, because YOU'LL be in charge of taking care of them. I don't want ONE cat hair, ONE piece of litter, ANYTHING having to do with them in my studio. They're animals. If you don't follow through, you'll be the one to pay. GOT IT?" i was wincing from the nipple torture, but i smiled. "yes sir. Thank you Sir." When Sir Dean had finished playing with me, i logged on and found the application. It was fairly easy, and i filled it in. Three days later, someone came to check the apartment, and four days after we saw them, the two little boys came into Sir Dean's place to live with us. When the volunteer brought them over, he muttered. "Now I live with THREE pussies." The volunteer was confused "Oh, you have another cat?" Sir Dean didn't answer. i had seen to getting them a litter pan, and from my plumbing contacts, i had access to all of the clay litter we would ever need. We didn't have to have them neutered: the agency had done that. i still remember when the two little boys came in, jumped out of the carrier, and immediately ran and hid under Sir Dean's bed. "If they chew on the leather, they go." "Yes sir. i'll keep them out of the bedroom. It took another 2-3 days for them to start exploring, and once they did, i made sure that the bedroom door was always closed. Sir Dean had an extra half bathroom in his apartment, and i put the litter pan and their food dishes there. The little gray boy was much friendlier, and he started rubbing up against my leg almost immediately. Sir Dean saw it and asked "Well, did you pick out names?" i remember i smiled. "Sir, if you don't find them too pretentious... i want to name them after Shakespearean characters: Ariel for the gray one, and Caliban for the black one." "Solid choices." He was sitting down when we were talking, and Caliban jumped up in his lap. i tried not to laugh. "GET. THIS. CAT. OFF. ME." he grimaced. "CALLIE. CALLIE. Come to jimmy. Come here." Caliban scooted off Sir Dean. "i think we know which one is the DOM Sir" i smiled. He sniffed and went off to his study. Now, the best part of our new pets came when, about a week later, i couldn't find Callie. i had just put down their food, and Ariel, who seemed to never get full, was methodically making his way through both bowls. "CALLIE? CALLIE? " Sir Dean has a big apartment but it's an apartment. There are screens on the window, so he didn't get out there, but... where was he?" "BOY. I'm ready for my cognac." Sir Dean was in his study, working. He took a snifter of cognac every night, and i went to the bar to get the glass and to pour it for him. i knocked on the door to make sure it was ok to come in. Sir Dean was in his chair, with Caliban on his lap. Callie was purring, and Sir Dean was looking down at him and smiling. "Here's your drink Sir" I put it in front of him. He looked down at Caliban. "Pussy, time for you to go. My other pussy is here. The one who's gonna give me a blow job." "YES SIR." i got on my knees. Caliban seemed to know what was going on and made off from the study. i opened Sir Dean's zipper carefully. His cock was warm from Callie's body, and i sucked him as well as i could. He was pleased. To this day, Ariel has never gone in that study, but if i can't find Caliban, that's where i look.
So, something else happened during that time that Sir Dean wants me to make sure that i told you about. It was another play night at home, but this time, Sir Dean had me sit on the butt plug chair. i knew that when he did that, he was planning to fuck me with something other than his cock, so i was probably going to be blowing him with a big dildo in my manpussy. Before he could tie my wrists, though, my cell phone rang. It was right near the chair. i didn't recognize the number. Now, by that point with my plumbing business, i almost never went out on calls. There were old time clients, however, who remembered when i worked with my dad, and they wanted me, or no one. i still took those calls, and i thought that was what this was. Sir Dean let me take the call. "This is Jim, how can I help you?" (my clients knew i was gay, and they knew i had a relationship, but nothing more than that. ) The voice on the other end was a new one. "I'm looking for the Bullbitch? I'm interested in hiring him." As we say, this one was "way above my pay grade," so i asked him to hold until Sir Dean could come to the phone. He was on the phone with the guy for more than ten minutes. When he came back, he was smiling. As he tied my wrists behind me, he said "Seems we're gonna have to ask Sir Marc for some legal help. Looks like we may have a small business to develop here." As he tied me, he told me how he had gotten three calls already from people who wanted the services of Bullbitch. They were all friends, and he didn't tell me what he had decided, but this was a stranger. He pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and put them on me before he aimed his cock at my mouth. As he fucked my face, he said "there's a lot to think about here. Getting some expertise will be useful." "mmmmmmmmph.." i said, shaking my head. i had never shaken my head while blowing Sir Dean. From his smile, i knew i had to do it more. Sir Dean used the 11 incher on me before we went to sleep that night.
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SIRS and slaves, please let Sir Jim and i know if you're enjoying the story. i'll just give a teeny hint. "Bitchbull Enterprises" was a company for about six months. And i'll write all about it if you like. Just let us know. Thank you for reading.