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Chastity and Service
A Toast to John
As I stepped out the back door to our house, I saw Rob was helping Todd under the large white tent we had rented. It covered most of the grassy area of the yard behind the pool. The tables and chairs were all set up inside, and they were getting some lighting issues addressed since we would be using the area for the wedding rehearsal in the late afternoon. I had just showered and trimmed my hair and groin area to look my best for all the subs and doms that would be showing up soon.
Bo was out of bed before the sun came up to service Todd and Rob and then stepped out to run a few errands to pick up some last-minute items. We had catered a brunch and expected the food to arrive just before our guests' 9 am arrival time.
"Can I help with anything, Sirs?" I called out.
"We are good, boy," Todd said as he put some cords down and headed my way. "We need to get dressed anyway."
"Well, I have the table set up in the living room so that everyone can register and get their name tags, and I cleaned up the guest room so we can use it as a place to put the subs' clothes as they come in."
"Perfect," Todd said.
Rob ran up behind him, kissed his neck, and then smiled at me.
"You all ready, boy?"
"Yes, Papa!" I replied.
"Let's get inside, babe," Rob said. "I want to take a quick shower before everyone arrives."
"Yeah, I'll join you," Todd replied.
I opened the door for them, followed them inside, and saw Bo in the kitchen with some bags.
"Did you get everything?" I asked.
"Yeah, we are good to go," Bo replied. "Can you start unpacking all of this? I need to change."
"Sure," I replied.
As Bo left, I moved around and pulled out the extra paper plates and silverware he had gotten and the napkins. We were short on orange juice for mimosas, so he had picked up three more gallons, which I put in the second refrigerator we had in the garage. I had just finished cleaning the countertop when Bo walked back in completely naked and in his chastity cage.
"What is this?" I asked. "You haven't been in your cage in weeks!"
"This is a celebration of John's sub program," Bo said with a smile. "So, I am a sub for the day. But, I am still your Alpha."
I chuckled.
"I figured."
The sound of the doorbell caught us off guard, and we walked around to see who it was. I saw Kenny and Max smiling back at me as I opened the door.
"I know we are early," Kenny said. "Should we drive around for a while and come back?"
I laughed.
"Get in here, Sir! You are always welcome!"
Kenny walked in and hugged Bo and me, and then we embraced Max after.
"Where can I strip down?" Max asked.
"We are having the subs undress in the guest room," I said. "You know where that is. Just fold your clothes and put them somewhere in there."
"Perfect!" Max said as he left.
Kenny was wearing a leather vest over a dark green t-shirt and jeans, and he looked like he had lost some weight as they were a little loose on him.
"Been exercising?" I asked.
Kenny smiled.
"I've lost ten pounds already."
"You look really good, Sir!" Bo replied.
"Thanks!" Kenny replied. "Max is coming with me, but he had less to lose."
"Well, we have name tags for the doms and subs," I said. "Come over to this table, and I will give you yours.
I checked Kenny in and gave him his tag. The doms had their names in big, bold letters, and their collared sub or subs were listed below. The convention was reversed for the sub's tags, but those were color-coded as yellow, red, or green to match what collar color they trained under. Mine was yellow, and Bo's was green. When Max came back in after stripping naked, I handed him his red one and a cord to attach to it to hang around his neck.
"Thanks," Max said as he grabbed the cord. "I was a little worried we would have to stick these on our bare chests!"
Bo laughed.
"Yeah, we thought about stickers, but that idea didn't last long with all the hairy-chested subs."
"Are people here already?" Rob asked as he walked in.
Rob was in a pair of jeans with bare feet. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but he had on his leather vest similar to Kenny's.
"It's Sir Kenny and Max," Bo replied.
"Hey guys," Rob said as he came over to hug them.
"Wassup!" Todd said as he walked in next.
Todd was bare-chested and wore a very tight pair of black jeans that showed off his package.
"I love those pants on you, Sir," I replied.
"I made him put them on," Rob said. "Shows off the goods."
Todd laughed.
"How are you, Kenny?" Todd said as he shook the man's hand.
We all talked for a while, and then everyone but Bo and I walked out to the backyard. About fifteen minutes after they left the room, the food arrived. Bo got Max to assist him with bringing it into the backyard as the guests arrived.
Jack and his boys, Johnny and Ryan, came in first, followed by Greg and his boy, Dan, who lived in Sandy Springs. A few minutes later, Dusty and his boy, Alex, appeared, followed by Bear with Tim, and Paul with Ben. The guest of honor walked in right after.
"Hey, Sir!" I called out as John walked in carrying some clothes.
"Hey, boy!" John replied.
The men and boys signing in with me shook hands with him before he walked around and leaned in my ear.
"I need to change clothes."
"Yes, Sir!" I replied. "Use my room. The one next to the bathroom in the hall. You know which one."
"Thanks, boy," John replied.
When the door opened again, I saw a very fit Gabriel walk in with Mateo not far behind him.
"Well, I am here!" Gabriel announced. "The party can now begin!"
I laughed and helped check him in as Mateo went back to undress. When I had finished pulling out their tags, I noticed John had come back inside. He was dressed in his black leather jock, vest, and chaps, just as we always saw him during our ceremonies at his house.
"Now you are looking just damn hot, John!" Gabriel remarked.
"And you look like you have lost more weight and put on muscle!" John replied with a smile as he came over and hugged the man. "Congrats!"
Bart and Wes and their boy Drew came in next, with my old sub brother Jay right behind them. His master could not come, but I was thrilled to see that he was able to drive up from Savannah. After embracing me, he stripped down and then joined me at the table to help check people in. Hunter, a boy from Birmingham, Alabama, wandered in next. I had not ever met him, but he had trained with Drew and Ryan, so they quickly found him and took him outside to catch up.
There was a pause before the next two subs showed up. They both were close to my age and smiled as they came to the table.
"Well, I recognize the collars there!" said the one with a green collar. "My name is Hudson, and this is my sub brother Santiago."
"Hello!" Santiago said as he adjusted his yellow collar. "I am glad to see another yellow sub!"
"That's me!" I replied. "We will outnumber the greens and reds by one sub here today."
Santiago laughed.
"You know we are the better color anyway."
"Whatever!" Hudson said with a laugh.
"Are you two collared by the same man?" Jay asked.
"Oh no!" Santiago replied. "Hudson lives in Orlando, and I live in Nashville. "But we decided to share a hotel room here in the city and catch up. My master Caleb could not attend, nor could his master Dylan."
"Well, I will show you where the changing room is to strip down, and then we can get your tags!" I said.
"Perfect!" Hudson replied.
As I was returning from showing them the way to the guest room, the door opened a final time, and a slightly chubby man with dark skin and a big smile poked his head in.
"I guess I am in the right place, judging from all the naked subs!"
I laughed as I walked over to let him in.
"And what is your name?" I asked.
"I guess I am the most famous one here next to Sir John," he said. "My name is Evan. I was sub number one."
"Oh, I am so glad to meet you!" I replied as I hugged him. "My fiancé Bo told me that Sir John mentioned you were driving up from New Orleans."
"Yeah, I got in last night," Evan said as he took his shoes off. "I feel awkward with clothes on. Where can I get naked?"
"Come with me," I replied as I showed him to the changing room.
After Evan's arrival, the guest sheet was complete, so I ushered everyone into the backyard, and we grouped the subs into tables by color. I wanted to make sure that everyone could meet and talk with people they may either not know or have not seen in a while. I was afraid if we didn't do that, everyone would group with their sub brothers and not mingle as much. However, I was concerned for nothing as everyone was introducing themselves and greeting each other as though they were all old friends.
Being in the program made us part of an exclusive club. It was great putting names to faces of people I had heard about from my sub brothers or from photos that had been on the wall in John's room. Evan spent most of his time talking with Hudson, Max, and Jay. Hunter and Ryan seemed to bond instantly, and at one point, I saw John and Gabriel talking with the two subs at their feet, massaging them.
I could tell John was pleased to see everyone. He could be a hard man for me to read at times, but he had a constant smile and was laughing and joking with everyone, no matter their role. He even introduced Bo and talked about his dominant training, though the consensus was he looked terrific as a sub in his cage.
Hudson and Dan stepped in to help me serve the food. We had a spread of scrambled eggs, bacon and eggs, pancakes, fruit, cereals, and plenty of champagne for the mimosas. I tried only to sneak a glass or two to stay as sober as possible as I had a long day ahead, but I still tried to have fun. We had set up the dungeon area in our house if any of the doms wanted to use it, but only Dusty took advantage of it, stealing Hunter for a while to pound him in the sling.
"This is a great turnout!" Tim said as he walked over beside me.
"Yeah, I am pleased," I replied as I plated some food for Jack. "How is it going with Bear, by the way?"
Tim grinned.
"I love Master to death. He is exactly what I was hoping for in a dominant, and he is such a hot man. Both our sex drives are in perfect sync."
I laughed.
"Well, I am glad it worked out."
"He told me you had a hand in things," Tim replied. "I want to thank you for that."
"Well, I might have pushed things along, but I am sure he would have noticed you, regardless."
Tim grinned and turned around. I saw that his lower back had been shaved, and he had a brand new tattoo. It had a bear paw with some curly lines on either side. Above it said, 'Property of Master Bear' and below it had the date of Tim's collaring, 'March 24, 2018'.
"Wow!" I replied.
Tim looked back at me and beamed.
"It was my idea. I wanted something special to commemorate things."
"I love it!" I replied.
"Showing off your tramp stamp, cubby?" Bear said as he moved to get some food from me.
I looked up at the large man and smiled.
"I love it, Sir!"
Bear laughed and turned to show his upper right arm. It had been shaved, and a new tattoo of a cub with a lock on his groin next to a bigger bear was pictured. It read 'Daddy Bear and Boy Tim' and below had the same date.
"That is so cute," I replied.
"I love my locked cubby."
Tim kissed my cheek and then smiled and left as I handed the plate to Bear, and he moved down the line. Once everyone had made their way through, I grabbed a plate and walked over to Evan, who had finished eating.
"This seat taken?" I asked as I pointed across from him.
"It is all yours!" Evan replied. "Just finished a delightful conversation with Max and Jay. They speak highly of you!"
"Thanks," I replied as I sat down. "We are closer than my biological brothers, and one of those is my twin!"
Evan laughed.
"So, there are two of you? Are you both locked?"
"Oh, no!" I replied. "Steve is not into that. He is mostly top. Well, as far as I know, anyway."
Evan laughed again.
"It is great to be back here and see how much this program has grown. It has evolved since my time."
"So, tell me about that," I replied. "How did you come to be the first sub?"
Evan smiled and took a drink before telling me the story.
The summer of 2009 had been an oppressive one in Atlanta. Hardly a drop of rain had fallen since May, and June had broken temperature records on several days. By July, the heat had moderated, but it was still unpleasant out. Evan had decided to brave one Saturday evening and head out in his gear to the Eagle for leather night.
He had always been the more timid type. Drawn to men who took charge, he had, unfortunately, a series of bad relationships that had soured him on ever finding a life partner. Still, his circle of friends was tight-knit and connected to the leather community in the city. Tony had taken him under his wing years before when he had moved from Houston. The older man had taken one look at him at the bar and sized him up instantly.
Evan secretly had a crush on Tony from the first time he met him. Yes, the man was older than his father and used a cane to walk, but he checked all his boxes for the epitome of a sexy polar bear with his bald head, white beard, and furry chest.
As Evan walked up the back steps to the lower deck of the Eagle, he saw the man leaning against a post, smoking a cigar as he usually did.
"Good evening, Sir!" Evan said.
"Ahh, young Evan," Tony replied. "So glad you could make it out here. Come over here and give me a kiss."
Evan smiled and hugged the man, then tasted the tobacco on his lips as they met. Tony reached down and groped Evan's ass at the same time before spanking it playfully.
"So, I got your email," Tony said. "Interested in training with me, huh? You must have been talking to one of my former subs!"
Evan laughed.
"Yeah, I ran into Jimmy at Woofs a few weeks back, and he told me how much he learned from you. I am ready to start looking for a good dominant to collar me, but I am afraid of getting into another bad situation."
"I understand, boy," Tony said as he put his arm around the man and rubbed his shoulders.
Evan could smell the man's musk from his pits, and he leaned in to rub his nose in them as Tony smiled and smoked.
"Well, a fellow dom named John has been assisting me with the training of my boys for the past several years," Tony said. "I am about to step back from mentoring due to my health, but if you are willing to work under him, I can guarantee he can help you learn more about embracing your subordinate side and put you in contact with dominants in the community that have good heads on their shoulders."
"Are you ok?" Evan asked as he lifted his head and looked concerned.
"Just issues with my ticker," Tony said as he touched his chest. "Doc wants me to take it easy for a while. As I am approaching eighty years old, it is long past time that I pass the torch to the next generation."
Evan looked down, and Tony smiled.
"Not to worry, boy. Otherwise, I am fine, and I will be around to assist John with your training should you wish to move forward. But he would be your primary dominant mentor."
"What all would be involved in this program?" Evan asked.
Tony laughed.
"Well, it will be a work in progress, boy," Tony replied. "We already have a couple of boys we are working with, so you would partner with them for a few months till we figure things out. John will probably have you come to his house regularly to discuss the lifestyle, what you want out of it, and what you are looking for in the future. As important as it is to understand how to serve as a sub, it is equally as important to understand the psychology of being subservient and having a happy and healthy life as one. But the specific BDSM things you will experience and learn about will have to be worked out."
"How long are you expecting this to take?" Evan asked.
"In the past, most of my boys have worked with me for at least a year," Tony said. "I expect you would do the same with John. But, you can have some input on that. If it needs to be shorter or longer, that is something you can discuss."
Tony rubbed Evan's shoulders as he smoked.
"Any thoughts, boy?"
"It sounds interesting, Sir," Evan said.
"Good, then go get me another beer, boy," Tony said. "Then we can talk more about it."
"Hey, babe!" Bo said as he leaned over and hugged me before sitting down.
"Hey," I replied. "Evan was just telling me how he came to be in Sir John's program."
"Oh, nice!" Bo replied with a grin. "I heard a lot about that the other day when I was at his house. John said you helped him formalize everything that we do now."
"Well, eventually," Evan said with a smile. "I had not got to that part of the story."
"So, did you start that summer with Sir John?" I asked.
"No," Evan replied. "Some things came up, and then Sir Tony's health got worse. Things were in limbo for the rest of the year, and I was unsure if anything would come of it. When Sir Tony later died of a heart attack in January of 2010, I thought that was the end of everything."
"I'm sorry," I replied as I reached out and squeezed Evan's hands.
Evan smiled.
"It is ok. It was a long time ago. But, after the funeral, Sir John contacted me. He told me that Sir Tony's sub and partner, Richard, had given my name to him, and he asked me if I was still interested in training. Sir Tony had left all his equipment to him, and he had used it to furnish his dungeon area. He was getting ready to start his own formal program as a way to honor Sir Tony's legacy."
"Wow!" Bo exclaimed. "So, all of the things in there belonged to Sir Tony at one point."
"Just about," Evan replied. "Once everything was in place, Sir John invited me over, and we discussed the program and the contract for my year service, and I was collared as sub number one. Sir John's favorite color was yellow, so that was my collar color."
"So that is how that got started!" I replied.
"Indeed," Evan replied. "When Stan was brought in, his favorite color was red, so that was the next collar. Stan only trained for six months before a dominant took him in, so a new boy named Louis was brought in to take his collar, and then Hudson, who you have already met here, came in as the third sub in our group."
"And let me guess," Bo said. "Hudson's favorite color was green."
"Yes," Evan replied with a laugh. "But the three of us did have a lot of influence on the program and its development in that first year. Sir John was still finding his way on his own, and it took a while to get into a routine. I suggested that us subs come over at least once a week to help clean his house as a way of service and to thank him for his time and effort, so you can thank me for that tradition."
"When did you finish the program?" I asked.
"February 12, 2011," Evan said. "I never will forget seeing my future Master standing next to John and going through the formal collaring ceremony that is much like it is now from what I hear. Master Logan was the one that had come up with the idea of cumming in a jar to soak the tags in, and Sir John liked the idea so much that he adopted it as part of the ceremony."
"What about the banners?" Bo asked.
"That was Louis's idea," Evan said. "He is a very creative soul, and he designed them all by hand for my ceremony."
"Amazing," I replied. "I wish I had more time to get to know you better."
Evan grinned.
"Well, I will give you my email address and cell number. We can always keep in touch. Maybe I can come up and visit again in the future."
"That would be awesome," Bo replied. "You would always be welcome here. You are a sub brother after all."
The clink of a glass distracted us, and we looked over to see John standing on a box, getting our attention. Everyone took their seats, and he coughed to clear his throat. It was clear he was a bit emotional.
"I want to thank you all for coming," John said. "You all have made me very proud. I have only been running this program on my own for eight years here, but in that time, I have seen some excellent boys graduate and join the community at large. I appreciate all the emails, letters, and phone calls you have sent, and I assure you everyone that could not make it today did contact me to express their regret and pass on their well wishes to you all."
"We love you Sir!" Dan called out from the back of the tent.
Several other subs hooted in agreement, and John smiled before continuing.
"I love you all, too. This is tough for me, but I take solace that it is not a true ending. As my mentor passed his program to me, I am passing this program to Jack. He is purchasing my house and will continue the program there. Jack is a man I have come to admire, and I know that future subs here in Atlanta will greatly value his steady hand, as has his two boys, Ryan and Johnny. But I want to recognize one other person here. Bo, please stand."
Bo looked at me wide-eyed, and I pushed him to his feet.
"While young Bo is a locked boy for this event, don't let that fool you. He is equally as handsome and talented as a dominant, as I have come to realize over the past few months as he has trained with me in that role. Todd, if you please."
Todd rose from the side of the room, walked over to Bo, and stood in front of him. He bent down and used the key to remove the chastity cage from Bo's cock before standing beside and putting his arm around him. Bo was shaking and did not know what was happening.
"Bo, let's leave the cage off for the rest of the party," John said. "After all, you have agreed to work closely with Jack to advise him and provide your input as we mold future subs into a life of service. My good friend Wes taught me a long time ago that switches should be recognized for their unique insight and ability to be subordinate and dominant."
John then smiled and lowered his voice.
"Believe me, when Wes is subby, he knows how to pleasure you, and as a dom, he has a great attitude and cock to pound with."
"Fuck yes, he does!" Bart shouted.
Wes turned a shade of red, and the room erupted with laughter.
"Thank you, Bo, for your service in both roles, and I wish you all the best as you take your partner Matt's hand in marriage. Can we all toast the couple, please?"
"To Bo and Matt!" John said as the room held their glasses up and repeated the toast.
"And to John," I said quickly after. "A dominant we all have come to admire and respect."
"To John!" the group replied.
John wiped a tear from his eye and waved as he sat down.
"You need to tell me more about this dominant training!" Evan said to Bo with a laugh.
The party continued till the early afternoon, but since we had a wedding rehearsal and family would be arriving later, Todd and Rob helped wind things down. I shook Evan's hand again and wished him the best before making my way around to greet everyone and give them hugs as they packed up. John was one of the last to leave as he wanted to provide a personal send-off to each of the subs that attended. When the last person left, Bo and I wandered out to find him sitting and talking to Bart and Wes.
"I hope you enjoyed the party," I said.
"It was delightful," John replied. "I can't thank you enough. But we need to be going."
"Yeah, we still have a lot of packing to go," Bart added.
Bo walked around and threw his arms around John and hugged him, taking the man by surprise.
"Thank you so much," Bo said. "You don't know what you mean to me."
"Just pass on what you have learned," John said. "That is all I ask."
"I will," Bo said with a smile.
The three of them hugged us once more and then left as Todd and Rob walked out to help clean up and reset the tent for the start of our wedding weekend. I was emotional to start with, but the next 36 hours would be a real roller-coaster.