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Atlanta Bears
Service and Trust
It was the Wednesday of their second week as subs under Tony, and John, Bart, and Wes waited on their knees naked next to the door for their dom to arrive. John and Wes had accepted their path and role, but Bart was still obstinate. Not being able to have sex regularly was not helping matters. Wes had tried talking to him again the night before, but Bart's raging hormones led to him being banished to sleep on the sofa. He was still in a foul mood as they arrived for their training.
"I'm going to be glad when he milks all that testosterone out of you," Wes said.
"I don't think that is how it works," John replied.
"Oh, shut it, you too," Bart snipped. "I'm trying my best, but I'm used to cumming at least twice a day. Waking up to Wes's hairy butt staring at me and not doing anything about it is not helping."
"I could always wear clothes to bed," Wes said with a smile.
"Not helping!" Bart sneered.
"What would you do if a boy of ours acted this way if we told him to be chaste or locked him in chastity like Richard?" Wes asked.
"Knowing what I know now, I would make sure the boy we get has a lot more self-control than I do," Bart replied.
Wes laughed as the door across from them opened and Richard appeared. As he crossed the room, he smiled.
"Welcome, subs! Are you ready to serve today?"
"What will we be experiencing tonight?" John asked.
"You will not be working with Master Tony today," Richard replied. "You will be working for him."
"Pardon?" Bart replied with a curious look.
"The boys that Tony takes into train work both for and with him," Richard said. "You have had some exposure to flogging and hypnosis. Now you will learn what it is like to put in some sweat and tears for a dom. Normally, we have the subs come by once a week on a dedicated day to help around the house. They clean, wash dishes, do the laundry, help in the yard, and things like that. Whatever makes Master Tony's life easier. This is how I have dedicated my life to him since I came into his household. A sub's life is not all about sex. You give of yourself in a variety of ways. So, tonight you will be working around the house to please your dom."
"Wonderful," Bart said as he rolled his eyes.
"Sub Bart, since you seem to have a lot of pent-up energy, I will have you scrub the floors in here," Richard said. "Using just a brush, a pail of soap and water, and your muscles, I want these floors clean enough to eat off of."
Bart groaned and sat back.
"John and Wes, I will have you come with me inside," Richard said. "I need assistance with the laundry and we need to vacuum, dust, and do some general spring cleaning."
Richard turned and picked up a pail and placed it in front of Bart. The metal bucket made a clunking sound as it hit the floor. Bart looked forward and saw a brush inside and a small soap packet.
"Where is the water?" Bart asked.
"There is a spicket just outside the door there that you can fill it with," Richard said.
"But I am naked!" Bart replied.
"Then you better be quick about it!" Richard replied as he beckoned John and Wes to follow him.
Bart grumbled as he stood and picked up the pail. Wes looked at John and they shared a smile as they left the room. As the two entered the house, they saw that the kitchen was just off the garage. A dining room table faced them as John closed the door behind them. To their right was a long galley kitchen that stretched towards the front of the house. In front of them, there was an arched opening that led to a living room and they saw Tony sitting down watching TV in his boxers and nothing else.
"Hello, boys!" Tony replied as he waved to them.
"Hello, Sir!" John and Wes replied.
"Did Bart get stuck with scrubbing duty?" Tony asked.
"Yes, Sir," Wes replied. "He's been in a foul mood, so it might be good for him to work it out."
"Any particular reason for his attitude?" Tony asked as he muted the TV.
"He's just full of hormones," Wes replied as he came into the living room with John and Richard.
"Ahh," Tony replied. "Well, then it might be good for him, for sure."
"I will get them to work, Sir," Richard said.
"That is fine, but have Wes remain in here with me for a moment," Tony said.
"Yes, Sir!" Richard said as he nodded to Wes and then led John through another door to the back of the house.
Tony looked up at Wes and smiled.
"You seem to be having a better adjustment to this than your boyfriend and John."
"Well, as I mentioned, Sir," Wes said. "I am no stranger to being a sub."
"Ever give a dom foot service?" Tony asked.
"Of course!" Wes replied with a smile. "I am very experienced, but it has been a long time."
"Well, let's see how well you remember," Tony said as he pointed to the floor. "Show me how well you can worship at a dom's feet. Clean them and massage them."
"Yes, Sir!" Wes replied as he knelt in front of the man.
Secretly, Wes had always had a foot fetish. Bart occasionally allowed him to play with his, but it had been many years since he had the opportunity to truly delve deep into a submissive mode and focus his energy on them. Wes looked at Tony's large paws in front of him. White tufts of hair were on the top and each well-manicured toe. He gently grasped the right foot and brought his face near and licked it. He closed his eyes and remembered the dom he served when he was a freshman in college.
Leo had reminded Bart of the Brawny paper towel man the first time he laid eyes on him. He had a broad chest covered in thick golden hair that peeked out from under his shirt. His bushy mustache and unshaven face gave him a rugged look and he had a deep voice to match. Leo was a graduate assistant for one of Bart's professors and when they met for a tutoring session, the older man realized Bart couldn't keep his eyes off his package. He groped himself and made a show for Bart before he whipped out his large cock and had the boy gagging on it till he shot his nut. Before long, he was fucking Bart regularly and collared him as his sub.
It had been Bart's first experience under the control of another, and he relished every moment of it. Leo loved to have Bart play with his feet and the young man learned quickly how to bring pleasure to his older Sir. He remembered the smell of Leo and how the scent used to make his cock strain in his pants and his ass pucker in anticipation of being fucked.
It was all coming back to Bart as he rubbed and licked Tony's feet. He moaned and felt his cock harden as his mind wandered and Tony chuckled as he watched the sub at work.
"Damn, you do know what you are doing!"
Wes stopped, looked up, smiled, and then used his hands to rub the man's soles. Tony growled and laid his head back and relaxed.
"Do you mind helping me fold some laundry first?" Richard asked John as they walked down the hall.
"Sure, that is no problem," John replied as Richard opened a closet revealing a tub of clothes on top of a dryer.
He gathered them, walked into the spare bedroom, and dumped them on the bed and John moved over to help.
"So, is Sir Tony training any boys other than us at the moment?" John asked as he folded a shirt.
"Yes," Richard said as he picked up some pants. "Master has had one that he has been working with for about nine months now. He comes by on Tuesday nights. He was pretty damaged when he first arrived."
"Damaged?" John asked. "How so?"
"He got himself into a relationship with an abusive man," Richard said. "Luke was inexperienced and did not know how to leave. Master met him when he was traveling to Raleigh to visit family and he helped him escape and gave him a place to stay till he was able to get on his own. Master has a background in counseling and he helped the boy get into a better mindset and then agreed to take him on and show him the proper way a relationship should be. He also introduced him to a friend of his locally interested in collaring him. Luke has thrived since he moved here. He is so much happier and is a very dedicated sub. I am sure you will meet him in the future. Master is proud of him."
"He's lucky he met Sir Tony," John replied.
"Are you learning anything while being under Master?" Richard asked. "I know it's only been a short while."
"Oh, tons," John replied with a smile. "Honestly, I never even thought about the sub's point of view before. I know this is not who I am, but I am learning a lot from my brief time on this side of the looking glass, as it were. In many ways, it has made me think about how I act around others, especially subs."
"I got the vibe that this was not comfortable for you," Richard said. "But you seemed to put more effort into it than Bart."
John chuckled.
"Bart is a bundle of hormones and hardheaded," John replied with a smile. "He is mainly doing this for Wes, but I think it will be a good experience in the long run for him. You know, the more I learn about Sir Tony and see how he treats boys around him, the more I want to emulate him. Even thought about maybe training boys myself one day once I am more experienced."
"That's good," Richard replied with a smile. "One of these days, I'll be calling you Sir."
John grinned and picked up another shirt to fold.
As Wes's thumbs moved upwards over the soles of Tony's foot toward his toes, he could feel a few knots and he applied more pressure to help release them. The sensation shot straight up the older man's leg and he shivered and groaned as he looked down at the sub who had his right paw in his lap.
"Damn, that feels good, boy!"
"I'm glad you like it, Sir!" Wes replied as he leaned over and sucked on two of Tony's toes while he rubbed.
"I'm going to need to have you train my young sub that comes over here on some of these techniques," Tony said. "He could use the experience."
"How old is he, Sir?" Wes asked as he looked up at the man who was scratching his hairy chest and smiling.
"He just turned twenty," Tony said as he flexed his foot. "He's been with me almost a year now. Almost ready for his collaring."
"To a dom locally?" Wes asked.
"Yeah, to a good friend of mine," Tony replied. "He and his husband have been looking for a boy to take in as a third but also as a subordinate."
"I know that is something Bart wants to do at some point," Wes replied.
Tony growled as he felt Wes hit another knot in his foot.
"Your boyfriend seems to have some attitude issues," Tony replied. "I will be interested to see how he is around a sub."
"He can push boundaries, but he knows the limits and when to stop," Wes replied. "Hopefully, this training will help him."
Wes put Tony's foot down, moved up his leg, and massaged his shins. The older man moaned in pleasure and flexed his feet in response.
"Feel good, Sir?" Wes asked.
"So good, boy!" Tony said. "Come up here and sit in my lap. Face forward with your back to me."
"Ok, Sir!" Wes said as he got to his feet and complied.
As he sat down, Tony gripped his waist and rubbed it.
"Now, listen carefully. Lean forward till your head is nearly on the floor. Put your legs back on the sides of the chair. Your ass will be level and right in front of me, as will your nub."
Wes smiled and contorted his body into position. When the sub's legs were stretched out on either side of Tony and Wes's face near the man's feet, Tony smiled. He reached forward and groped Wes's ass, feeling the fat underneath. He then moved his left hand under and grabbed Wes's cock and squeezed it as he brought his right hand up and placed his thumb at the entrance to the sub's butt. Wes felt spit hit his hole as the older man pushed inside.
"Oh, fuck," Wes moaned in pleasure as he held his lower body up with his hands.
"I love this furry ass," Tony said as he slapped it and leaned forward to lick it.
Wes felt the man's tongue as it ran through his crack and flicked over his hole. He shivered as it entered and pushed in and out. Tony spread Wes's ass wide as he went in deep and spat on it more. He then pulled back and pushed his middle finger in till he found Wes's prostate and rubbed it. At the same time, he squeezed Wes's shaft and the sub shuttered.
"Fuck," Wes groaned softly as he let his head hang.
He felt the blood as it rushed down into his skull and at the same time, pleasurable sensations were filling his groin. Prostate fluids began to dribble out and coat Tony's hand and run down over his boxers.
"That's a boy," Tony said. "You have pleased me well today. You deserve a reward."
Tony squeezed and massaged Wes's shaft and it engorged and lengthened as he continued to rub the sub's prostate with his other hand. He brought his thumb back and felt Wes's balls and the sub groaned even louder.
"Oh, Sir. I am going to cum."
"Cum for me, boy," Tony said. "Spill your seed in my hand. You earned this reward."
Wes closed his eyes and the blood continued to rush into his head and he breathed heavily. His ass clenched as he felt the sensation building. As his balls lifted, he felt his shaft pulse, and cum shot from his cock and into Tony's lap. The man continued to squeeze his shaft and rub his prostate throughout the wave of orgasm that flowed through him. His arms shook and he almost lost his balance as semen continued to shoot. When the sensation ebbed, he gasped and caught himself and Tony pulled his finger from the boy's ass and licked the cum from his other hand. He then slapped Wes's ass.
"Ok, you better get up from his position before you black out."
Wes panted as he moved his body forward and collapsed on the floor in a mound before the man. After catching his breath, he turned and brought himself to a cross-legged position and noticed that his cum was all over Tony's boxers and the man's cock was sticking straight up under them.
"May I return the favor, Sir?" Wes asked.
Tony smiled as he licked his sticky hand again.
"You won't have to do much, boy. I was close to cumming just feeling you pulse in my lap."
Wes smiled, moved up, and pulled apart the wet fabric to reveal the swollen member underneath. A glob of precum pulsed out and slid down the side of Tony's head and Wes leaned over and took the shaft into his mouth and licked it simultaneously. The older man groaned as he brought his hand over Wes's head and held it there as Wes took him deep.
Tony's cock filled Wes's mouth and he let his tongue swirl around it, tasting his juices. He moved back and then down again and applied pressure while gently rubbing the sticky fabric that covered the man's crotch.
"I'm close, boy!" Tony growled as he closed his eyes and leaned back.
The first shot of cum came soon after he spoke and it shot down Wes's throat as he went down. Two more pulses continued and Wes could taste the thickness and volume of the man's seed as he swirled it around. He sucked on the head of Tony's cock till it finished convulsing and then brought his mouth off as the last of the load dribbled out. A smile appeared and he looked up at Tony as the man opened his eyes and met his gaze.
"Now that was nice," Tony said.
"Well, someone got a nice load," John said from the side of the room.
Wes looked over and smiled as he wiped his face. Richard was standing behind John with a smile.
"Can we borrow him now, Sir?" Richard asked.
"Yeah, I am done with him," Tony said with a smile.
As Wes stood up, Tony lifted his ass, pulled off his wet boxers, and tossed them to Richard.
"Wash those for me, boy," Tony said.
"Happy to serve, Master," Richard replied with a chuckle.
Wes joined John in vacuuming the back of the house while Richard dusted and straightened up. After an hour of cleaning, they took a break and walked out into the garage to check on Bart. They found him on his hands and knees and he had worked his way almost to the other side of the room. The floor was glistening and they could hear the grunts and groans from the sub as he worked.
"You did a good job here!" Wes replied.
Bart turned to look at them and frowned. He was out of breath and tired and his knees ached.
"I'm so fucking tired of this shit!"
"Tell you what," Wes replied. "I'll finish the last part. You go inside and get your milking from Sir Tony. You need it."
Bart stood and stretched and threw the brush in the bucket and let the water splash on the floor.
"This fucking sucks," he said as he brooded and walked by Wes, John, and Richard and closed the door behind him.
"I may have to pick up some ice cream on the way home," Wes said to John as he walked over and picked up the brush. "That usually puts him in a better mood."
Richard smiled and looked at John.
"Get up on the bench and I'll milk you. You both did a good job today."