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Chastity and Service
A New Program
April brought not only warmer temperatures and allergies but butterflies, too. The kind in my stomach. I was a wreck of nervousness the week before my wedding, yet Bo projected an aurora of calm. To be honest, I was pretty shocked by the change in his attitude over the last several months. I don't know if it was the fact he was more comfortable with himself, the effects of working with John, or a combination of both. Still, I appreciated that one of us was not going out of his mind.
He left the house on Tuesday, April 3, for his final dominant training session. I knew he would be gone late, but when he wasn't home by the time I went to bed, I was getting a little worried. I managed to nod off but was awoken by someone getting in bed with me in the wee hours. I opened my eyes and saw Bo crawling over and preparing to spoon me as he often did.
"What time is it?" I grumbled.
"One in the morning," Bo replied as he kissed my cheek. "I am sorry, baby. It was an interesting night."
I turned to look at him, and in the light from our clock on the nightstand, I could see he was smiling.
"I know you are tired, but can we talk about it?" Bo asked.
"Sure," I replied as I yawned.
Bo had arrived at John's house just after dinner. The lights were on in most of the windows, and he noticed two extra cars in the driveway as he got out and walked to the front door. When he knocked, the door was opened by a boy who had on a red collar with a gold tag, indicating he had been trained by John and collared by a dominant. He was naked, and his small cage only showed the head of his cock, with his balls swinging below it.
"You must be Sir Bo! My name is Drew. Come in!"
Bo smiled and entered.
"Drew? Are you the one that Bart and Wes collared?"
"That he was, boy!" Bart shouted out from the other room.
"Bart!" Wes corrected him.
"Shit!" Bart replied. "Sorry about calling you boy. John told us about you earlier."
"It's ok," Bo said with a grin.
"Would you like a drink, Sir?" Drew asked.
"Umm, how about just a soda," Bo replied.
"Oh, come on now!" Bart said as he walked over and put his arm around Bo. "At least have some whiskey in it!"
"Ok," Bo said. "Make it a whiskey and cola, boy."
"Coming right up!" Drew replied.
"How are you, Bo?" Wes said as he came over and hugged him. "I haven't seen you since you serviced us as a sub a few years back."
"I didn't know if you would remember me," Bo replied.
"I remember that ass being quite nice!" Bart said as he squeezed Bo's butt.
"Don't mind him," Wes said as he invited Bo into the living room. "He's still horny from the travel."
"Did you come down from New York today?" Bo asked as he sat down.
"This morning," Wes said. "We are staying for two weeks to help John move and attend your wedding. I wouldn't miss seeing you get hitched to that cute boy of yours. I was thrilled we got to hang out and got to know him more recently. Matt is certainly a catch."
"Thanks," Bo replied. "I don't know if I would refer to him as my boy, though. Well, at least not formally."
"So, what is going on with you and your role?" Bart asked. "It seems confusing."
"I've settled on switch," Bo replied. "I'm a boy to my master Todd and Papa, his boyfriend, Rob. To Matt, sometimes we are equals, sometimes he is my boy, and other times, it is fluid. I just go with what feels right that day."
"That's a good way to approach it," Wes said with a wink. "When I was younger, I went through the same transition process. I was a complete sub when I was in college and later was a switch for many years before transitioning to dominant."
"Let's be honest, babe, you are a subby dominant, though," Bart interjected.
"And that is a problem?" Wes asked with a grin.
"Not at all!" Bart said with a laugh.
"Here is your drink, Sir," Drew said as he walked in with a glass for Bo.
"Thanks, boy," Bo said as he sipped it. "Whew! That is strong!"
Bart laughed.
"I trained him that way."
"Did I hear Bo come in?" John shouted from the top of the staircase.
"I'm here!" Bo replied.
"I'll be down in a moment," John added.
"He's been busy with work all day finishing up paperwork on his last case," Bart replied.
"No worries," Bo said.
"May I rub your feet to relax you, Sir?" Drew asked.
"He likes doing that," Wes said with a wink.
"Sure, boy," Bo replied. "But I will warn you. I have been working all day, and they might be smelly."
"That won't bother the boy at all!" Bart replied. "He might not leave your feet!"
Bo laughed as Drew sat on the floor and pulled off Bo's shoes and socks. Drew rubbed his face over them and then picked the left one to start to massage and rub.
"Fuck!" Bo groaned as his eyes rolled back. "I could get used to this!"
"Being a dom has privileges!" Wes replied.
Bo sipped his drink and laid his head back for several minutes until he heard footsteps coming downstairs.
"I am sorry about that," John said as he reached the main floor and walked into the living room. "I didn't expect that to take so long."
John was in his jogging pants and a t-shirt and looked exhausted.
"Can I serve you in any way, Sir?" Drew asked as he looked up.
"You stay right where you are, boy," John replied. "Keep working Master Bo's feet over."
"Yes, Sir!" Drew replied.
John walked around and collapsed in a large, black leather recliner. He let out a long sigh and then lifted the footrest and relaxed.
"Did I miss anything?" John asked.
"We were just catching up with Bo," Wes said as he put his arm on the back of the couch and rubbed Bo's shoulder. "He's made quite a change in personality since the last time we saw him."
"Yes, he has been a good trainee," John replied. "We will do some more talking later. I need to rest a moment."
"No worries," Bo replied. "Matt told me I should expect to be here a while."
"Well, that is for other reasons," John replied. "But, again, we can talk about that later. And I think I will ask the boy to grab me a bourbon on the rocks. That is if I can steal him from you."
"Not a problem at all!" Bo said. "Boy, please get Master John his drink."
"Yes, Sir!" Drew said as he stood and left the room.
"Are you anxious about your wedding?" John asked.
"Maybe a little nervous," Bo said. "But I think I am excited most of all. I can't wait to see my friends, meet your trainees over the years, and of course, tie the knot with my best friend."
"Well, I am looking forward to it," John said. "And seeing all my trainees will be a great bonus for me, too. I have not seen some of them since they graduated. Evan, the first boy I had in my program, is even driving up from New Orleans."
"When did he train with you?" Wes asked. "I forgot how long it has been since you formalized this program of yours."
"Oh, he was with me from 2010 to 2011," John replied. "He began in February after I got the dungeon set up."
"But you did have boys before that, right?" Bo asked.
"Oh, many," John replied. "As I told you, I helped my mentor, Sir Tony, with his trainees for years. He had been having some health problems that year and encouraged me to take over for him and formalize my own program. He encouraged a boy named Evan, who had expressed interest in becoming a better sub, to be the first trainee."
"I miss that old man," Wes said. "His boy, Richard, too. They were a good influence on us."
Bart grumbled.
"Oh, don't you start acting like that," Wes said. "You may not have finished training with us, but you have to admit he made us who we are today."
"I guess that is true," Bart replied.
"Don't mind the old 'coot," Wes said as he nudged Bo.
"I feel there is a story there," Bo replied with a smile.
"I'll tell you about it later," Wes said.
"Here is your drink, Sir!" Drew said as he handed a glass to John.
"Thanks, boy," John responded.
"Yes, Sir!" Drew replied as he sat back on the floor to massage Bo's feet.
John took a sip of his drink and then held the glass to his forehead to let the coolness of the ice cubes penetrate his skin.
"Are you looking forward to your move?" Bo asked.
John smiled as he put his glass down.
"It will be a nice change. The firm I will be working for is well known, and, of course, I will be closer to these men."
"It will be like old times," Wes replied with a smile.
"We were a lot younger then," Bart said with a laugh.
John chuckled.
"I have a house in Queens already under contract, so once I get things settled here, I'll be ready."
A knock on the door interrupted John's train of thought, and Drew immediately got to his feet to answer it. Bo turned and leaned over the side of the couch to see who came in and when the door opened, Jack stepped through.
"Come in, Sir Jack!" Drew said. "May I get you anything to drink."
"Not right now, boy," Jack replied. "But it is good to see you again. My boy Ryan sends his regards."
"Hey, Jack," John said as he got up from his chair.
"Well, look who it is," Jack said as he looked at Bart and Wes. "Tweedledum and Tweedledee!"
"Asshole!" Bart replied with a laugh as he got up to hug the man.
"Good to see you, old fart," Wes replied.
"How are you, Bo?" Jack asked as he walked around to stand across from Bo
"Doing ok," Bo replied as he got up.
"Congrats on the upcoming wedding," Jack said. "Ryan, Johnny, and I will be at the party for John and your ceremony the next day."
"Great!" Bo replied.
"My boys are looking forward to a reunion with all the subs," Jack said.
"Well, now that you are here, Jack, let's head down to the basement with Bo," John said. "We have things to discuss."
"Absolutely!" Jack replied.
"Will you three be ok up here on your own?" John asked Bart, Wes, and Drew.
"I think we can manage," Wes replied as he sat back down.
"Yeah, I think the boy can work on my feet next," Bart said with a smile.
John turned and opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs, followed by Jack, with Bo in the rear. When they reached the main level, Bo could see that everything had been removed from the walls, and all of the dungeon equipment had been disassembled and boxed up.
"Wow," Bo replied. "It looks so empty!"
John smiled.
"For now. Since all my subs are gone, it was a good place to start packing."
"It will be full again once the boys and I move in," Jack said. "I have a ton of equipment that I can put down here."
"Take a seat, Bo," John said as he pointed to some folding chairs arranged in a circle. "I want to discuss your future."
"Yes?" Bo asked as he sat down.
John took a seat, and Jack pulled out a cigar and lit it before sitting next to him.
"You have grown a lot in the last year," John said. "You came to me as a trained subordinate and have explored the duties, responsibilities, and expectations of a dominant, at least from my point of view. And I have to clarify this because there are many types of doms. You will find some that are aggressive, mean, firm, and/or authoritative. You can also find doms that are kind, soft, flexible, and/or reserved. Being a dominant is about control, yes, but it is also about knowing who you are, what you are, and how you want to act. How would you define your dominant attitude?"
"I'm definitely more of the flexible and reserved types," Bo replied. "When I am in that mode."
Jack smiled.
"I sometimes call that a subby dom."
John chuckled.
"And there is nothing wrong with that. I think you are very much that type. In many ways, you remind me of Wes. As your confidence has built up recently, you have become more assertive, but you still have your soft side. Wes was always the mamma bear in the home when I lived with him and Bart. He could be very assertive and dominant in public, but caring and compassionate in social situations, too."
"A big contrast to his husband," Jack replied as he blew some smoke above his head.
"Yes, but Bart has his subby aspects, too," John said. "Believe me. I could list you several times when he was more subordinate than the subs I trained."
"Really?" Bo asked.
John chuckled.
"The point is, I want you to embrace the man, or boy, you are."
"I think that is the single most important lesson you have taught me," Bo replied. "I can't tell you how much it has meant to me to have you as a mentor."
John smiled.
"Sir Tony once told me that the best doms have respect for all individuals and help them excel in their own ways. That is one of the reasons I began my own sub program. I wanted boys to be able to become the best sub they could be and find joy in doing so. But, with my departure, I worry about those subordinates in the area that need that counsel. To that end, Jack here has agreed to work on developing his own program based on what I developed."
"That is great!" Bo replied.
"Yeah," Jack said. "Ryan and Johnny constantly talk about how much they learned from John, and I want that opportunity to continue. But I am going to need some help."
"How so?" Bo asked.
"It is a lot of work to put together and run a program such as this," John said. "I know I mentored under Sir Tony for many years before I learned everything I needed to be aware of, and even then, I had some issues at first."
"What he is saying is that I would value the assistance of another dominant," Jack said. "And frankly, one that is different than I am. I think I am cut from the cloth of a more assertive, controlling dom. Bart and I, for instance, think alike in a lot of ways. However, not all boys want or need that type of control."
"I was fortunate that I can move from one aspect to another," John said. "I can be a very firm and controlling dom if that is what the boy needs, but I can dial it down and be supportive and less 'in your face' as it were, too."
"That's just not how I am wired," Jack replied as he rested his arm behind John's chair.
John smiled.
"So, Bo, I wondered if you would be interested in partnering with Jack as he sets up his program. He would be in charge and run it, but you could assist, offer advice and counsel, and work with subs that might not be as compatible with him. You could share your viewpoint as a former total subordinate and now as a switch."
Bo's eyes widened, and he sat back.
"I know it is a big ask," Jack said. "But I would value your assistance. I think we could work well together. That session we had with Matt and Tim was a test to see just how well. I was impressed with how you handled yourself. You still need to grow some, but we can work on that."
"I would have to make sure Todd and Papa were ok with it," Bo said. "And I would need to discuss it with Matt, of course. But yeah. I would be interested. It would give me more opportunities to explore aspects of myself, too."
"Perfect," Jack said.
John smiled and stood.
"I'll be right back."
Jack pulled out a case from his back pocket and pulled out another cigar.
"Do you smoke?"
"Sure," Bo replied as he accepted the stogie from the man.
Jack flicked open a lighter, and Bo lit and puffed on it till it glowed.
"This is good!" Bo said as he blew smoke above his head.
"Nothing but the best for a good dom," Jack said with a nod. "I'm going to look forward to working with you."
John returned from the side room carrying a black box. He handed it to Bo before sitting down.
"There are two things in there," John said. "Open the small one first."
Bo put his cigar down on an empty chair and opened the box. Inside were a small and a medium-sized envelope. He picked out the small one, and a gold tag slid out when he opened it. On the front, it read 'Bo', and on the reverse, it read 'Boy to Todd and Rob / Dominant & Mentor to Others'.
"I think it is time to replace your tag on your collar," John said. "And yes, I cleared that with Todd."
"Thanks," Bo said with a smile.
Bo then picked out the other envelope. It was heavy. Inside was a metal coin. On the front was an emblem that included the leather pride flag and a boot. On the back, there was a quotation, "A dominant understands the fragile nature of mind and body and never violates the trust given to them."
"Sir Tony gave me that when I began to train boys with him," John said. "I would like to pass it on to you as you continue your journey of self-discovery."
"Thanks a lot!" Bo replied. "I am honored."
John stood and smiled.
"Well, I know you two have a lot to discuss, so I will leave you to it."
"And what all did you discuss?" I asked as I stared up at Bo.
He grinned.
"Quite a lot, actually. We spent a lot of time getting to know one another first. He discussed his thoughts for the program and picked my brain on what I thought was most valuable to me when I was training as a sub. We even pulled out some paper and worked up some contracts, schedules, and things that he and I felt needed to be included."
"That is amazing," I replied. "I have to admit, I have always seen Sir Jack as very intimidating. I love servicing him, but I can't imagine talking to him normally."
Bo laughed.
"He really is a nice man."
"So that is why you were so late?" I asked.
"Well," Bo said as he played with my hair. "I figured since there was a sub there and I was in the mood, it was a good opportunity to get some service. So, I took Drew to the guest room and used him for a while. He has a very talented mouth and ass."
I laughed.
"I never would have ever considered you a sub trainer."
"Well, it will be Jack's program," Bo said. "But I'll be a big part of it. Do I take it I have your blessing, though?"
"Of course!" I replied. "You know our master will have the ultimate say on this, but I don't know why he wouldn't tell you to go for it."
"Sweet!" Bo said with a grin.
"I am proud of you, baby," I replied. "But can we get some sleep? I am tired."
Bo leaned over and kissed me.
"You got it, boy."