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Atlanta Bears
Transgression
The following week brought a whirlwind of experiences for the trio. Their schoolwork was wrapping and finals would be around the corner in about another month. At the same time, they continued their training under Tony. They had a group session to explore their feelings, thoughts, and desires in the BDSM arena. Tony tied up Bart and demonstrated specialized forms of bondage, including shibari rope and mummification. Wes agreed to a caning session that went far enough to leave dark bruises on his lower ass and legs for several days. Tony brought out some equipment to show how electro-stimulation could be used on a sub in addition to sounds and wax, though the latter was used sparingly as all three subs were pretty hairy.
Of all the things they experienced, only one thing led to what was later called "the incident" among the three. It was Wednesday, April 1 and they had arrived as usual and stripped and knelt to wait for Tony to arrive. Bart was still in a horny, negative mood but had improved slightly as he had gotten used to not touching himself. Still, his cock hung semi-hard below him as he waited on the floor. When Tony finally arrived, he smiled as he saw the pole between the sub's legs.
"Looks like you are primed again, Bart."
"Yes, Sir," Bart replied. "Blue balls have been killing me."
"When you do take on a sub, you better make sure they have a lot of stamina," Tony said. "They will need it."
"That is for sure," Wes replied with a grin.
"Well, this works to my advantage," Tony said. "Self-control is a huge part of being a sub. I think you all realize now just how difficult this can be and the reward you should place on a sub for agreeing to be chaste for some time."
"I can tell you I did not realize just how hard it is," John said. "I almost envy Richard. At least the chastity device keeps him from touching anything."
"The device sure does help," Tony said. "I think it is probably more difficult for you three since the temptation is greater. Since Bart seems to be primed, I would like to try some edge play today."
"Oh fuck, Sir," Bart replied.
Wes grinned.
"I love edging him, but he does not last long."
"Well, we can work on that," Tony said. "I only have one table that is long enough for a sub to lay down on, so we will have to do this one at a time. Wes, let's start with you. The other two can watch."
Wes smiled and rose and walked over to the padded leather table. Tony spread his legs and secured them using straps as he laid down on his back. He then pulled the sub's arms up and attached wrist restraints to immobilize them too.
"Now, I am going to blindfold you," Tony said. "Take a deep breath in and let it out and relax."
Wes complied as his eyes were covered and then he felt Tony's hands move down his body and around his groin. The older man then squeezed Wes's nuts and chuckled.
"All three of you have been getting some heavy nuts lately, but don't expect a release anytime soon. The goal today will be to not cum. When you feel yourself getting close, I want you to tell me. Whatever I am doing, I will stop. If you can resist the urge and not cum, I will milk you. If you orgasm, there will be a punishment."
"Understood, Sir," Wes replied.
John and Bart watched from the side of the room as Tony reached over and slipped on some rubber gloves. He then grabbed some lube, slicked up one hand, and then brought it over and manipulated Wes's cock. It lengthened and engorged and stuck straight up towards the ceiling as he did so.
"That did not take long," Bart replied with a grin.
Once Wes was erect, Tony moved over and grabbed a piece of equipment. It was a box connected to what looked like a butt plug. He lubed and inserted the toy part into Wes's ass and then played with the controls on the box. Wes instantly reacted by lifting his body off the table and his cock swung violently from side to side.
"Holy fuck, Sir!" Wes groaned.
"I forgot to mention that I'll be adding some electrical stimulation inside your ass, too," Tony replied with a grin.
John and Bart watched as Tony slowly stroked and massaged Wes's genitals as he used various settings on the box. Wes twisted, turned, moaned, and squealed as his cock pulsed and precum began to dribble out and cover his groin. This went on for several minutes till he reached an edge.
"I'm getting close, Sir!" Wes groaned.
Tony turned down the box, released his grip, and watched as Wes's cock pulsed in the air as the sub groaned in frustration. After several minutes, Tony continued the stimulation and stopped when Wes neared the edge again. This occurred twice more before it was clear the sub would not handle much more. Tony turned and pumped a different type of lube in his hand at this point and then stroked Wes's cock again. As he did, the sub groaned.
"Oh, Sir! What is that?"
"What does it feel like?" Tony asked.
"I feel like my nub is going numb!" Wes replied.
"It is supposed to," Tony said. "This lube has lidocaine in it. It deadens the feelings in your shaft."
Wes groaned as he felt his shaft lose some sensation. It was something he had never experienced before and when he was sufficiently numb, Tony continued his stimulation and edging play.
"That's intense," John replied. "I never would have thought of doing something like that."
"Good way to prolong the torture, I guess," Bart replied.
For several more minutes, Tony took Wes to the edge and back. However, there came the point that even with the numbing cream, the sub knew he couldn't take much more. Wes felt the warmth in his groin first and his balls ached from the pent-up stimulation. He felt his breathing quicken and he gripped his hands into a fist.
"I'm so fucking close, Sir!" Wes groaned.
Tony smiled and stroked the sub a few more times and expertly released his grip right before Wes reached the apex. The frustration that Wes felt was palpable. He knew all he needed was one slight touch and he would cum. He screamed and fought against the restraints and Tony smiled.
"Fight it, boy! Don't you cum! Control your breathing. You can do this. Remember, you have control over your body."
Wes was in tears. He needed to cum so bad. He tried to breathe, but his primitive brain was taking control. He squeezed his ass in an attempt to calm himself and let out a low growl through his clenched teeth. Tony watched in satisfaction as Wes was able to stop himself from going over. Precum flowed from his cock, but that was all. After several minutes, Tony spoke.
"Good boy. I knew you could do it. Take a few more minutes to relax."
Tony pulled the toy from Wes's ass and then pulled his gloves off and tossed them in the trash. As he cleaned the device off, Wes continued to control his breathing. He was highly pent up and frustrated but proud that he had complied with Tony's wishes. When the older man returned, he removed Wes's blindfold and smiled down at him.
"Now for your reward."
Tony reached under Wes's ass, pushed his finger inside, and rubbed the sub's prostate. Fluids pulsed from his cock almost immediately and Wes groaned as he felt his balls drain. The familiar warm feeling he felt when he had been milked before was combined with the realization he was not getting an orgasm. He was still highly pent up and almost wished Tony would stop as the milking was slightly painful. When his cock stopped pulsing, Tony pulled his hand away and rubbed Wes's belly.
"How do you feel?"
"I'm so fucking horny, Sir," Wes said. "My balls still ache even after the milking."
"It took a lot of control to stop yourself, though," Tony said. "Not everyone can do that. Now you can understand what a sub goes through when you edge them. You also understand what it feels like to be brought to the edge and not orgasm. Remember that feeling if you ever do this to a boy under your control. Remember the feelings you have now. Understand they will be frustrated and have a lot of energy. Use that to your advantage. Have them pleasure you or work around the house. Finding ways to burn off that energy will be key to sating their desires. I want you to go into the house and help Richard. Use that energy in your chores and reflect on what I have said."
"Yes, Sir," Wes replied as Tony released him.
John was next up on the table and much like Wes was able to control himself, though he took a lot longer to get to the point of frustration. When John was done and milked, Tony had the sub get off the table and get to work cleaning the equipment in the room while the older man turned to Bart. Once the sub was restrained, Tony reached down to grab his semi-hard cock and stroked it.
"Fuck, Sir!" Bart groaned as he engorged quickly.
"You are a lot closer at this point than the other two boys were," Tony said. "Remember what I told you, don't cum. Control yourself and let me know when you are nearing the edge."
Bart moaned as the device was put in his ass and the stimulation began. The sensations were greater than he was expecting and he wanted nothing more than to grab his cock and pound out a load. Tony expertly played with him for over ten minutes before switching to the numbing cream and continuing.
As the stroking continued, Bart felt his numb shaft but knew he would be close to cumming at any moment. He writhed on the table and fought against the restraints as Tony continued his work. In his mind, Bart had reached his limit. Understanding what a sub goes through was one thing, but he was a dom. He was not a lowly boy. He needed to nut. Consequences be damned. So, when he felt the sensation building in his groin, he didn't care if Tony knew it or not.
As Tony stroked, he could see the reaction that Bart was having. The boy had to be near the edge, but he no longer was communicating. As he felt a pulse in his hand, he released his grip and Bart screamed.
"Fuck, Sir! Don't stop! Fuck!"
A pulse of cum dribbled out, but Bart's cock swung in the air as the ruined orgasm crashed down over him. The frustration intensified and he fought hard against the restraints.
"Please, Sir!" Bart screamed. "Mercy! Please pull my load out!"
"Boy, I told you to let me know when you were close!" Tony growled. "You can just sit there till you are over it."
A tear fell out of Bart's eyes as the blue balls pain gnawed at him. The ruined orgasm was worse than anything he had felt in a long time. He felt the load deep inside that was aching to get out and the denied flood of endorphins was too much to bear.
"Please, Sir!" Bart cried. "I'm sorry. Please. Please have mercy. Please let me cum. Please milk me."
"No, boy," Tony replied. "You have disobeyed me. You can sit there till you are done. You will not be milked tonight."
Bart squeezed his hands into a fist and growled lowly. John looked over and watched what was happening. He saw how frustrated his friend was. He knew that Bart was going to be extremely difficult to deal with. What he didn't realize at this moment was just how bad it would become.
Fifteen minutes passed before Bart finally calmed to the point that he was immobile on the table. Tony came over to release and let him up as John finished sweeping the floor on the other side of the room. Wes had entered to check on them at the same time.
"How are you, babe?" Wes asked.
"Don't ask," Bart replied with a low voice.
Tony turned to Bart and frowned.
"Look at me, boy."
Bart turned to the older man and met his gaze.
"I don't want this to be a confrontation," Tony said. "I know you must feel extremely pent up at this moment. That would be a valid reaction. But you must understand that choices have consequences. As a dom, you will have boys that will react as you have done to me. Having a firm hand is important, but you must let them vent and speak. Do you have anything to say?"
"No, Sir," Bart replied. "I just need to go home."
"Do you wish to work out some of your energy before you leave?" Tony asked.
"No, Sir," Bart replied. "It would be better for me just to go."
"Very well," Tony said as he came over and put his hand on Bart's shoulder. "Take some time and know I have your best interests at heart. Hopefully, a good night's rest will help. I will see you and the others Sunday."
"Thanks, Sir," John and Wes replied.
Tony smiled and left the room and Wes moved to get dressed as Bart followed him.
"Are you sure you are going to be ok?" Wes asked.
"I'm fine," Bart grumbled as he groped his sore balls.
Bart dressed quickly and went to the car to wait and John filled Wes in on what happened. Although he was concerned, Wes was not surprised by the reaction.
"He is so bull-headed," Wes said. "I'll try to comfort him tonight."
"Just let me know if I need to do anything," John replied.
John and Wes set up some study time on Saturday with exams around the corner. They had invited Bart, but he had been moody the past few days and opted to stay at home. He sat on the sofa in his boxers as they left him, drinking a beer and watching TV.
"I am concerned about him," Wes said as the two walked to the car.
"Has he been violent or anything?" John asked.
"No," Wes said. "He even made out with me this morning. He just is so dark right now. I had no idea he would have this reaction."
"He's taking this a lot differently than you or me," John said. "I see this as a learning experience, as I think you do. I think he sees it more as a punishment."
"Oh, I know," Wes said. "We had a long conversation and I told him that he didn't have to continue doing this just for me. We have an open relationship, so he can find someone to fuck if he needs it. I just wish he had a little more discipline. Lord help us if we ever do take in a boy."
John smiled.
"Just be sure you are there to step in if needed."
The two got in their car, drove into town, and made their way to the library to meet with other friends. They worked through several scenarios and topics with the group and prepped for the bar while they were at it. John was hoping to take it as soon as he graduated and Wes was hoping to do the same. It was getting dark when they decided to wrap and head home. They noticed a car they had not seen before parked near their building as they arrived at the apartment. Wes walked up to the door first and when he opened it, he noticed that the living room was dark and there were clothes scattered on the floor. John came in behind him and turned on the light.
"What's going on here?" John asked.
The sound of music was coming from the direction of Wes's bedroom. As the two walked into the hall, they could hear the sound of moaning and the creak of the bedsprings. The smell of sweat and musk was in the air and Wes was pretty sure he knew what he would find when he opened the door. As they pushed it open, they could see that only the sidelight was on. The pounding of electronic music was coming from a radio that had fallen to the floor and they saw the feet of a young chubby boy suspended in the air. Between them was the naked frame of Bart. He was covered in sweat and it dripped down his back hair and fell on the bed. The smack of his cock as it slid into the ass below could be heard in addition to the groans from the boy.
"Fuck, Sir!" the boy shouted. "Breed me again. I need all your cum. You're a machine!"
"That's a boy!" Bart replied as he pounded furiously.
His hands gripped the boy's ankles and held them apart as his dick spread the boy's ass wide. Wes could see the froth of cum that was dripping down from under Bart's swinging balls.
"Fuck!" Bart screamed as he orgasmed. "There's fucking three, bitch!"
"Bart?"
Bart turned and saw Wes looking at him from the threshold and the boy lifted his head. Bart's face was covered in sweat and he smiled as he licked his lips. The rush of his orgasm was flooding his brain and he closed his eyes for a moment and smiled while he continued to pound.
"Hey babe," Bart said as he turned back to continue to fuck. "I took your advice and called up a boy to pound. Do you want in this ass? His hole is well-bred and wanting for more."
Wes rolled his eyes and then turned. Bart looked back to see him leaving and John staring at him.
"What about you, John?" Bart said as he shoved his cock inside the boy to finish. "I know this boy would love that big dick of yours."
"You know we are supposed to be chaste," John replied.
"Fuck that shit," Bart said. "I'm done. It's just not for me. I love Wes, but I can't continue. You two can play sub if you want. Close the door if you don't mind. This boy's getting a fourth load after I recover."
"Fuck yeah, Sir!" The boy replied as John sighed and closed the door.
He walked down the hall and found Wes grabbing a beer in the kitchen.
"You ok, bubba?" John asked.
"I'm fine," Wes replied as he took the top off the bottle, threw it at the trashcan, and walked into the living room. "I should have figured this would happen."
"Do you want me to talk to him?" John asked as he sat down next to Wes.
"No," Wes said as he pulled the boy's underwear from under where he sat down and threw it on the floor with the rest of the clothes. "Let him get all those hormones out of his system. I'll talk to him later. But it looks like it is just you and me from now on with Sir Tony."
John smiled and rubbed Wes's shoulders.
"It's probably for the best. Maybe he will at least be more like himself after tonight."
Wes chuckled.
"Maybe. That poor boy's hole will be worn out for sure. But he's not getting near my ass till Sir says we have completed our training. I'm committed to this."
"I got your back," John replied as he switched on the TV.
The sound of fucking continued for another hour before they heard the bedroom door open and someone walk into the bathroom. Bart appeared in the hallway at the same time and then moved into the kitchen. He was drenched in sweat and his soft cock swung in front of him.
"Fuck I needed that," Bart said. "Five loads and I still feel like I have more in me."
Bart grabbed a beer, walked into the living room, and collapsed in a chair. He popped the top off his beer and stared at John and Wes as he took a sip and sighed.
"You sure you two don't want some tail before he leaves?"
"No," Wes replied. "I told you I am in this for the long haul with Sir Tony."
"Fair enough," Bart said as he groped himself. "I'm sorry, boys, but I was born to breed, not serve. If you think you will get something out of that program of Tony's, then more power to you. I don't see the point."
The bathroom door opened and the young, hairy cub walked into the room and smiled as he picked up his clothes.
"Thanks for the fun time, Sir. I hope we can do it again sometime."
"Anytime, boy," Bart replied as he took another drink of his beer. "I could pound that ass all night."
The boy smiled, put on his clothes, and then turned to John and Wes.
"Y'all have a good night!"
John waved at the boy as he turned to leave and Bart sighed.
"Ok, well, I am going to get a shower and change the sheets."
"Then we need to talk," Wes said. "I'm not upset about the boy you brought over, but we need to discuss some ground rules while I am under Sir if you are not continuing."
"That's fine, babe," Bart replied as he got up and leaned over to kiss Wes's head.
As Bart went into the bathroom and closed the door, Wes tilted his head back and rubbed his neck.
"That man is more stubborn and pigheaded than anyone I know."
"But you love him," John replied with a grin.
"I know," Wes said. "Warts and all."