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Chastity and Service
Tim's Collaring
Tim's graduation day finally arrived on Sunday, March 24. It was hard to believe that time had passed so quickly. I had only known him for a few months, but the time he, Mateo, and I spent together had been memorable. He was as close as my sub brothers Jay and Max were to me in many ways. When I arrived at John's house a few minutes before 1 pm, I found Mateo undressing in the entrance hallway. He smiled and nodded to me as he put his clothes in the bin and adjusted his cage.
"Well? Are you ready?"
"Ready?" I asked.
Mateo laughed.
"I think you earned the right to give Tim his last uncaged orgasm."
"I had not even thought about that!" I replied with a grin as I undressed. "Are you sure?"
"Listen, all the local subs know you are the most dedicated and well-trained of Sir's subs," Mateo replied as he put his arm on my shoulder. "I know Tim appreciated you stepping in to be a brother for him, and I was happy to assist, but I think he would cherish the thought that you were the one sucking the load out of him today."
"Ok," I replied. "Thanks a lot."
Mateo smiled, picked up his green embroidered jock and armbands, and put them on. Once I had stripped down and put my yellow ones on, we walked into the dungeon and found Tim already there wiping down the equipment.
"You know you could have come a little later," I said as I closed the door. "As your remaining sub brothers, we are supposed to set up for your ceremony."
"Oh, I know," Tim said with a smile. "I am just really excited and needed to get here and work to calm my nerves."
Tim was sporting his yellow jock and armbands, and I felt a sense of pride that the last sub to graduate from John's program would be a member of my color.
"Besides, Bear has requested some changes to the ceremony," Tim continued.
"Oh?" I asked.
"He and Sir John have been talking," Tim said as he walked over to us. "Since I will be the last sub in the program, he wanted to make it special. I have no idea what is happening. I just know it is different than before."
"Fair enough," I replied.
"But I could use some help hanging the banners and putting out the chairs," Tim said.
"We are on it!" Mateo replied.
Fifty minutes later, the space was prepared. As I surveyed the area, I noticed boxes in the corners. John had already begun to pack things up, and many of the implements had been removed from the walls and carefully stored. It would not be long before the basement would be cleared and replaced with Jack's equipment. I paused to think about what changes would be in store. I was sure the dominant parties would continue, but what subs would be here? How would the experience be different? I was lost in my thoughts until I felt Mateo's hand on my back.
"Taking it all in?"
"You know, when I left here after my graduation, I thought that was it," I said. "I had no idea if I would ever step foot in here again. Now here I am again participating in a ceremony, the last that will ever happen in this dungeon under Sir John."
"Yeah, it is the end of an era," Mateo replied. "But, you never know what the future will bring. It has been an honor and a privilege to serve with you again."
I turned and smiled.
"Thanks, bro."
Mateo hugged me, and then we turned and saw Tim kneeling quietly in his spot on the floor.
"Shall we join him?" Mateo asked.
"Let's get this going," I replied.
A bell chimed through the loudspeakers at five minutes to two, and we sat quietly until we heard the heavy footsteps of two men coming down the staircase. When the door opened, John walked in first, followed by Bear. John was dressed in his usual formal uniform of a leather vest, chaps, and jock. Bear had two black armbands attached tightly around his large upper arms. The only other clothing he had on was a blue and black fabric jock that barely contained his massive cock and balls. I could see the outline of his shaft and see his hairy sack protruding out the edges as he ambled over and stood in front of us. His musk was present too. It was pretty clear he had not washed the jock in some time, and when his scent hit our noses, all three of our nubs swelled in our cages.
Both men sat silently in front of us, and we watched as Bear pulled a cigar up and lit it. He puffed on it several times until the end glowed and ash formed. As he blew the smoke over us, he chuckled and rubbed the top of Tim's head.
"I think we are ready to start, John," Bear said.
"Very well!" John replied. "Rise, boys."
As we stood, Bear stepped back and admired us.
"Boy Tim," John continued. "You have completed a year in my service. You have grown to be a well-trained and experienced sub in that time. Are you ready to proceed to the next step in your journey?"
"Yes Sir, I am," Tim replied.
"Please step forward," John said.
Tim moved towards the men, and John handed Bear a blindfold, which the man placed around Tim's head and secured tightly.
"Can you see, boy?" Bear asked.
"No, Sir," Tim replied.
John grabbed one of Tim's arms, and Bear grabbed the other, and they led him over to the Saint Andrew's cross, where John bound him in place facing the room. John then squeezed Tim's chastity cage under the jock he wore.
"As part of your contract with me, you agreed to be in chastity," John said. "You did so of your own free will and as a way to show your true status as a subordinate. I have watched as you have embraced your new role as an instrument of pleasure for dominant men like Master Bear. Your cage is a symbol of this commitment. You have now completed your six-month lock session and have earned a manual release."
John squatted in front of Tim, removed the detachable portion of Tim's jock, and then handed the piece to Bear, who slid it into his own waistband. Then, John walked over and got the special tool for the security screw on Tim's chastity cage and, with some effort, was able to remove it and pull the cage and base ring off the boy. I could see Tim's nub starting to swell from across the room. It had red marks left from the impression of the cage, but it did not take long for the blood to rush back into the tissues.
"I think he needs a trim before we continue," Bear said as he blew some smoke over his head.
"We can pause for a moment," John said as he stepped back.
Bear put his cigar down on a glass dish on a shelf near the wall and disappeared into the back room. He carried a bowl of water, a towel, two cans, and a razor when he returned. He placed everything on the floor in front of Tim, and John moved a chair over for the big man to sit down facing the boy. As Bear grabbed Tim's balls, the boy flinched.
"Now listen," Bear said as he looked up at the blindfolded and bound sub. "I'm about to have a sharp blade around your balls, son. Stand still and don't move, or you might end up a eunuch."
"Yes, Sir," Tim replied nervously.
Bear slapped Tim's thighs.
"Boy!"
"Yes, Sir?" Tim responded.
"Take a fucking moment and breathe," Bear growled. "If I am going to be your master, you need to relax and trust me."
"Yes, Sir," Tim said as he filled his lungs with air and then let it out slowly.
Bear rinsed the blade in the water and then used his hands to cup some of it and moisten Tim's crotch and balls. Mateo and I watched as the big man covered the boy's sensitive area with white foam from a can and then used the razor to shave him smooth. Bear was taking his time, and we could hear him humming something as he worked. When the last stroke was completed, and Bear used the towel to wipe Tim down, we saw his skin as smooth as a baby's bottom, a massive contrast from the dark fur that covered the rest of his body. Bear tipped the second can into his hands, and we saw a cloud of white appear as he patted the powder around and then wiped the remnants away.
"That is much better," Bear said as he stood and grabbed his cigar. "I am sure that feels a little weird, boy, but I am a firm believer in roles. Dominant men have the right to unkept pubic hair if they wish, but I expect you to be groomed as my sub. You can keep the fur on your body, but I expect you to keep things tidy down there just like your sub brother Matt. That is fine if you want some hair, but I want it short like his."
"Yes, Sir," Tim replied.
"Yes, Master," Bear corrected. "That will be my title from this point forward, and I will refer to you as my boy or cubby."
"Yes, Master!" Tim shouted.
"Mateo!" Bear growled. "Come over here and pick this shaving stuff up and put it back in the other room!"
"Yes, Sir!" Mateo replied as he quickly did as he was told.
Bear walked over to where John was standing and remained there until Mateo returned to stand beside me.
"We can continue," Bear said as he smoked.
"Excellent," John replied as he stepped forward. "Boy Tim, your journey has been unique among the subs I have trained. As my last Atlanta boy, you were left alone as your older brothers graduated. Fortunately, Boys Matt and Mateo stepped in to help you, and I think you owe them your gratitude."
"Thank you for being here for me, guys," Tim called out to Mateo and me. "You don't know how much it has meant to me to have you around to mentor and guide me."
"These two subs have truly helped you grow in your last few months here," John said. "They will now be called upon. Boys Matt and Mateo, please come forward."
I looked at Mateo and smiled before taking our place in front of the bound Tim.
"What is the service creed, boys?" John asked.
We all spoke up as one in answer. "I am a sub in training under the supervision of Sir John. My goal is to serve men in the best way I can and derive pleasure from that service. My chastity cage and collar are a symbol of that service and I desire one day to be in permanent chastity and receive my formal graduation collar as proof of my commitment."
"And receive that collar you did, Matt and Mateo," John replied. "You have made me proud, and I want to thank you again for returning for young Tim. One final deed remains, however. Which one of you will be giving the boy his last manual release before his permanent cage is installed?"
"I will, Sir," I replied.
"Very well," John said before turning to Tim. "Boy Tim, do you agree to submit to one last manual release from your sub brother before your permanent cage is installed?"
"Yes, Sir," Tim replied.
Bear coughed and stepped forward.
"May I interrupt?"
"Of course, Master Bear," John replied.
Bear walked over and stood face to face with the blindfolded Tim.
"Can you hear me boy?" Bear asked.
"Yes, Master," Tim replied.
Bear sucked on his cigar and blew smoke over Tim's face before continuing.
"We have had a cordial relationship up to this point, but if you are to be my boy, there are a few things I require. We have discussed this, so it should not be a surprise. As outlined in our contract, the first is a trimmed crotch. The second is deference and obedience to me, but honesty, too. I want you to let me know what you are feeling and what your needs are. I will do the same for you. I want this relationship to be fulfilling for both of us. Finally, the third requirement is permanent chastity. I will allow you to have an uncaged orgasm today, but you will never have another one as long as you are my boy. Your nub will remain in that cage, and I hope to shrink it further. You can have all the anal orgasms you want, and I will be sure to fuck you often enough to achieve them, provided you are good. Do you understand me, boy?"
"Yes, Master," Tim replied. "I understand you completely, and I agree to your terms."
Bear blew smoke over Tim and turned to smile at John. He then nodded and stepped back. I could see Tim's nub had swelled again and was sticking out in front of him. He was turned on, and precum was glistening at the tip.
"Boy Matt," John said. "Please step forward and perform the last release."
I walked over to Tim and knelt in front of him. As I reached out and grabbed his balls, I could feel how smooth they were. The testicles inside moved and parted, and Tim's nub was inches from my mouth. He was not overly hung, but as I let the shaft enter my mouth, I could feel it pulse and deliver some fluids to the back of my throat.
"Oh, fuck," Tim groaned.
"Quiet, boy," John said. "No speaking."
I gently rubbed the underside of Tim's balls and pushed forward until my nose hit his crotch. As I pulled back and applied some suction, I could taste the saltiness of his precum as it coated my tongue. Tim's legs shuttered in reaction. I knew he was not going to last long. His balls were heavy and full, and after six months, I knew there was a lot to get out. I quickly moved up and down on him and heard him grunt and groan, struggling not to speak. When I saw his body lift onto the tips of his toes, I knew it was time, and my mouth was soon flooded with the boy's cum. Tim grunted as he orgasmed. The load was massive, and I was unsure if I would be able to contain it all.
When he finally relaxed, and I felt the blood return to his body, I pulled his nub from my mouth and turned to face Mateo. I think my sub brother could see I was struggling to keep my mouth shut, and he moved forward quickly so I could share the enormous load. I passed about half to him, but some managed to end up leaking out on our beards as we swallowed it. I put my hand around his head and pulled it in, and we made out, tasting the last remnants. He opened his eyes, a bit shocked at the gesture, but then pushed his tongue into my mouth. I had always thought Mateo was a hot fucker and was glad I had used the opportunity to make out with him in this way. When we broke our embrace, he smiled and licked his lips and winked at me, and I returned the gesture. We then turned and returned to kneel in our squares at the side of the room.
"Boy Tim," John said. "Master Arnold Chester Sloan, whom you know as Bear, has informed me that he has offered to collar you. He states that you have spoken with him and drafted a service contract that details your hard limits and roles that he expects you to fulfill. I have read this over and find it a fair and well-written document. Are you ready to accept this proposal, knowing all that comes with it?"
"I am, Sir," Tim replied.
"Master Bear, the floor is yours," John said.
Bear walked over to the wall, put his cigar down, and then grabbed Tim's chastity cage. When he returned in front of the boy, he bent down and reinstalled it on Tim's shaved and drained nub. When the screw was securely in place, he placed the tool on a silver chain around his neck and then reached up to remove the blindfold from Tim's eyes. The boy blinked several times before staring forward. A smile crossed Bear's lips as he pulled Tim's codpiece from his waistband and snapped it back into place over the boy's crotch.
Behind Bear, John had crossed the room and grabbed a glass jar. As he returned, he swirled the contents around.
"Inside this jar, Boy Tim, is your formal tag showing your status as a collared, chastity sub," John said. "Bear was gracious enough to provide ten loads inside this jar so it could soak in and be marked by them."
"Ten!" I gasped quietly beside Mateo, and my sub brother chuckled softly as he poked me to be quiet.
"John told me I only needed to jerk off five times, but you know me," Bear said to Tim. "I had to cum more."
Tim smiled as Bear reached in and pulled the metal tag from the juices and held it for the boy to see. It read 'Boy Tim / CHASTITY SUB / Owned by Master Bear'.
"I know your sub brother's tags say 'collared by', but I consider you 'owned'," Bear said.
"I'm good with that, Master," Tim replied.
Bear replaced the old tag on Tim's yellow and black chainmail collar and then installed it around the boy's neck with a small lock. He placed this key on the silver chain around his neck next to the tool to unlock Tim's chastity cage.
"As you wear this collar to show my ownership of you, I will wear these keys proudly as your new master," Bear said.
John grabbed a shot glass from the table, poured the vodka it contained into the jar of Bear's cum, and swirled it around before handing it to the big man.
"Now, we will share my fluids to seal our contract with one another," Bear said as he drank the concoction of alcohol and cum and then tipped the jar to Tim's mouth to let the boy finish it.
When Tim was done, Bear stepped back, and John smiled.
"Boy Tim," John said. "With the acceptance of your collar, you have completed your service to me and are no longer my sub. My formal training program here is now at an end. You now belong to Master Bear, and he will now consummate the relationship."
John stepped back and sat down as Bear reached up and released Tim from his bindings.
"Turn around and keep your arms up, boy," Bear said.
Tim did as he was told as Bear grabbed a flogger on the floor that had yet to be packed. He brought it over to the boy and slapped it twice in his hands before speaking.
"I'm going to warm that ass up before I breed it and make it officially mine. Hold on to that cross and don't move, speak, or make a sound."
"Yes, Master!" Tim replied as he closed his eyes.
I cringed when the first impact was delivered to Tim's ass, and Mateo reached over and squeezed my hand to steady me as we continued to watch. Bear was an expert with the flogger. After a few sharp hits, he moved slowly around the boy's ass, thighs, and lower back methodically. He twirled the leather strips in the air before letting them fall in light, then medium, and then more vigorous strokes. Tim, to his credit, did not speak, but he did pull himself to his toes at several points and was grasping the wooden supports so strongly I thought they might break in his hands.
The flogging went on for over ten minutes. Bear worked up a sweat, and we could see his balls bouncing around and his hard cock straining under the fabric of his jock. A wet spot had formed where a massive amount of precum had soaked through.
When the last stroke was delivered, Bear stepped back and caught his breath. He grabbed his cigar and blew smoke over the boy as he gently ran his hands over Tim's skin, which was a shade of red and putting out a lot of heat.
"Perfect," Bear said as he patted Tim's ass cheeks. "Now, mount the bench, boy. It is time for dad to breed that ass."
"Yes, Master," Tim replied with a voice that quivered.
I was sure the boy was in pain, but he did not say anything or let it be known. Mateo and I watched as he walked over and climbed onto the padded wooden furniture. Bear reached down and freed his cock from his jock, which fell to the floor as he walked. Even from across the room, the man's meat was impressive, as were his low-hanging balls. I could see why Rick called them door knockers.
When Tim was in place, Bear grabbed a bottle of lube and pushed his thick fingers into the boy's hole. Tim's feet clinched, and the boy groaned as he was opened up. When Bear was able to get three fingers in, he rubbed some of the lube on his cock and then spat on it before mounting. The gasp that came from Tim's mouth was loud. Bear pushed in with one stroke and put a firm grip on the boy's back, pushing it down and forcing Tim to arch his ass up. This allowed Bear to get deep, and when the man's heavy balls met Tim's smooth crotch, the real fuck began.
I don't have the words to explain how erotic, rough, and intense the fuck that Tim received was. Bear held nothing back. His heavy frame pounded furiously, and Tim's furry body was quickly covered in sweat that fell from the large man's chest. Tim did all he could not to speak, but the grunts and moans soon followed, and Bear did not seem to mind. He was growling, too.
"That's my fucking boy! Take your dad's cock and seed! You are mine now! No one else will ever fuck you again. Dad's cock will be the only one you will ever service or hold again!"
"Yes, Master!" Tim screamed as Bear continued to pummel his ass. "I belong to you and you alone!"
I looked over and, even through the jock, could see that Mateo's nub was pushed out away from his body and swollen. Mine was too, and I reached down to adjust it at several points. The fuck lasted for at least fifteen minutes, and I was amazed at Tim's stamina and Bear's, too. When the big man finally reached the edge, he screamed so loud I was sure it could be heard down the block. His legs shook as he filled Tim and the boy cried out in response.
"Thank you for your load, Master! I am truly honored to take it!"
"Fuck yeah, boy!" Bear replied as he spanked Tim's red ass. "And dad's gonna give you so much more."
Bear collapsed over Tim, and when he caught his breath, he kissed the boy's neck gently before lifting off him and grabbing his jock. As he slipped it back on, we could tell he was still hard, and we were sure that Tim was going to be walking funny before the day's end. Bear helped Tim off the bench and wiped him down with a towel before kissing him and shoving his tongue into the boy's mouth. He pulled Tim close by putting his hand around the boy's head, and they passionately made out for several minutes. When they broke their embrace, Tim took a deep breath and looked at John.
"Thank you, Sir, for everything."
"You are very welcome, boy," John said as he rose.
Tim moved over to sign his name on the yellow banner, and Bear added his to the one set aside for Masters. When Tim was done, he walked over to us. Mateo and I rose, and we embraced to congratulate him.
"I think it is about time you two head back to your masters," Tim said. "I can clean up here. I want some time alone before I leave the last time anyway."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Yes," Tim replied. "Master and I will see you at Sir's going away party."
"Perfect," I replied. "Tim, please know that Mateo and I are very proud of you. You were the perfect last sub to graduate from here."
"Absolutely," Mateo replied with a smile. "Good luck."
"Thanks!" Tim said as he turned around.
"Head on upstairs, boy," Bear said. "We have a little spread of food to eat and a cake for you to celebrate your collaring."
"Great!" Tim replied before winking at us and leaving the room.
Bear nodded to both of us as he followed, and then John walked over to stand in front of us.
"I will see you both again soon. Tell your master's thank you again for me."
"We will, Sir," we both replied.
"And tell Bo that his next training session will be the last one," John added. "He should come alone and plan to stay late."
"Yes, Sir," I replied. "I will inform him."
John walked by us, and when the door closed behind him, Mateo and I relaxed.
"Fucking hell, my nub is hurting," Mateo exclaimed. "I thought I would cum just watching Tim get fucked."
I laughed.
"Me too, bro! And with this smaller cage I have now, it gets painful quick!"
"Sir Gabriel is gonna need to fuck me when I get home to release the pressure," Mateo said with a smile.
"I may have to get Todd, Papa, and Bo to do the same," I replied.
Mateo laughed loudly.
"And what was that with Tim's cum? Dude, that was erotic as hell!"
I smiled and rubbed Mateo's arm.
"You may be my sub brother, but you are also a hot man. Just know I will never be able to thank you enough for your sacrifice of time to be here for Tim."
Mateo smiled and hugged me.
"Love you, bro."
"Love you, too," I replied.