It was about 6 weeks after frankie had graduated from academy and had started working shifts as a rookie. At the start, he'd change into his uniform at home, with Kevin, and then wear it back home. That had to stop because the sight of frankie dressed in that uniform got Kevin so hot, that he wouldn't let frankie leave without having SOME form of sex. One time, Kevin enjoyed himself taking frankie so much that frankie got to call late and got written up. Frankie thought that Kevin was looking for an excuse to get him out of the police force and at home all day, so he didn't tell him. Of course, things leak into the grapevine, and Kevin found out. When he did, he was all set to punish frankie for not telling him. Over lunch with Ray, Ray suggested that he NOT mete out any punishment this time.
"Save it. You'll have plenty of opportunities. Wait and see." He smiled. "brent tried a few things at the start, testing out a new DOM. I enjoyed giving him a general punishment." He sat back in his chair and licked his lips. "AH, that boy begged so much after two weeks of chastity. After 3, he was pretty much weeping. Of course, I WAS fucking him every day, and started using a few new ways of making him suffer." He giggled. "You ever consider taint torture, Kevin?" Kevin looked up. "I don't even know what that is." Ray dropped his fork and opened his mouth in mock surprise. "KEVIN MORRIS. YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF TAINT TORTURE AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A DOM? "He explained what he meant: just tie that big stud down, spread his legs and, when he thinks you're going to plow him, just rub something gently over that inch. If you feel especially diabolical, a tongue will drive him crazier than just about anything."
"I'm getting hard thinking about it," Kevin lowered his voice and saw Ray smile. "Trust me. He'll give you a reason to do it sooner than you think. And, by the way, when do you want to schedule that session on pain points?"
Ray had studied acupuncture, and while most people knew about how it was used to ease pain and for a therapeutic end, there's another side of it. Ray had also studied how to cause pain of different degrees, how to make a man unconscious, how to stimulate a hard-on, and all kinds of other things. Kevin was interested in learning. "I'll keep you posted. I may need some new techniques sooner rather than later." Kevin had been thinking that while frankie was certainly enjoying his new job and he enjoyed seeing his sub swagger every now and then, there was more back-talk and more insubordination than he liked. He needed to rein in frankie soon. He just wanted a good reason to do so. Very soon, he had it.
Kevin kept up his friendship with frankie's mom: he still called her Mrs. Connor, and he made sure to have lunch with her once a week, or if frankie had an evening or weekend shift, dinner. It was at one of those meals that Kevin got his excuse.
"Oh, Kevin, I'm sure you're excited about frankie's trip to the marksmanship tournament." Kevin smiled. He knew nothing about this. Mrs. Connor must have sensed it was a surprise to him because she added "I'm sure he simply forgot to tell you. He's been working all those shifts with that nice Lieutenant.
"Yes, they keep the rookies busy, Mrs. Connor, that's for sure." He shrugged his shoulders. "Did you ever think that frankie was going to be such a big shot -- pun intended?" Mrs. Connor laughed. "Oh, NEVER. See, Kevin, frankie's dad and I both saw how he tried to be King of the Hill at school, and of course, we knew that they said once he got on the field `frankie ALWAYS got his man," when he passed, but you know, he was always quiet at home, very withdrawn. I guess, well, I guess he was figuring out that he wanted something different than we all thought he did." She looked up and smiled. "BUT I guess what they said was true." She put her hand on Kevin's. "He STILL always gets his man." She blushed and tittered. "I'm sorry, Kevin, I shouldn't have said that, but... by the way, neither of you ever told me: how did you find each other." Kevin was ready for this. He had the story down pat.
"Well, Mrs. Connor, you remember that reunion last year? I knew that I would be moving the company here, so I decided to attend. Of course, I remembered frankie from high school." Frankie's mother smiled: she knew how her son had tormented Kevin over those years, and she hoped he didn't bring it up. He didn't. "Well, let's just say that frankie had a little too much to drink that night and there was no way he was going to get home on his own. So, I offered to drive him back. "He sighed. "I guess I took advantage of a situation. He was sitting next to me in the car, and he looked so handsome, so sexy, that I drove him back to my house. I told him that I'd take him home the next morning." He sighed. He said "I appreciate it bud. I owe ya a kiss or something. Well, I took it. And a kiss led to... I'm sorry Mrs. Connor, I shouldn't be talking about sex to you."
"No, no, it's ok, Kevin. There's very little that shocks me anymore." Kevin smiled and thought that if she saw what he did to her son, she might be shocked. "The next morning, he looked at me and said `we need to see each other again, Kevin. And when a big handsome guy like frankie says that..."
"I understand, Kevin. That's all I needed." She sighed. "People talk you know. And the stories they tell. OH, I want to just slap them silly and tell them to get lives."
"Well, maybe you should, Mrs. Connor." Kevin began thinking: he wanted to find out about this "trip." He checked in with Lieutenant Leonard, who laughed. "That's a howler, Morris. Frankie may be good, but he's a newbie. Protocol is protocol. We get to send two guys every year, and seniority counts. No, don't worry. Your boy isn't going anywhere.
"Well, that's good to hear, Mike. One other question: frankie seems to be working an awful lot of extra shifts. Are you guys shorthanded?"
"Hmmm. No, let me check the duty roster. Nope, frankie has a normal schedule. Nothing extra. We haven't paid out any overtime to rookies. Can't."
"Is he working tonight? Or practicing shooting?" The lieutenant checked a second time.
"Nope. He's off at four. Just like usual. You need me to check in on him?"
"Nah, that's okay Mike. I guess we'll see you and Justin at the big D/s party in a few weeks.?"
"You know it, stud. Can't wait to see frankie all in leather. You're shaving him too, right?"
"Don't tell him. He's getting shaved this weekend. But yes, he'll be nice and smooth."
"Nothing hotter than a shaved jock," Leonard added, and Kevin responded:
"Except maybe a silver foxed police captain with piercing blue eyes."
"DAMN you just made me ... happy, Kevin. I gotta go. Take care."
What was frankie up to? Well, it probably won't surprise: the marksmanship class he told his mother about was a trip he was making to get out of his situation. He didn't WANT to be a 24/7 sub. He wanted to go out with a woman again. And he wanted to use his cock. The extra shifts he told Kevin about were trips to bars where he'd talk with women and, sometimes, men. Frankie realized that, while everyone knew about his relationship with Kevin, most assumed he was the one on top, and more than one guy had said "if you ever have some free time, come and visit. I'd love to service you," or something to that end. Kevin began to find out about it, and he needed to put an end to it. Fast.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Connor, but your card has been declined." Frank was trying to make a flight reservation, one way, to a city about 2500 miles from where he lived with Kevin. He had already tried to make the reservation via internet, but he kept on getting "error" messages. He thought it was a software problem, but now...
"How could that be?" he asked the reservationist. "I have a zero balance and my limit is way over the ticket price." "I can't really tell, Sir. This is an issue you have to discuss with your credit card company. I'll put the reservation on `hold' for 24 hours." Frank took a deep breath. "Thank you. I'll get back with you as soon as I can." He got off the phone and then dialed the number on the back of his card. Eventually he got through to someone, who took a bit of time to look things up.
"Mr. Connor, according to our records, to use that card, there has to be a pre-approval from a Mr. Kevin Morris, and we don't have that on record." Frank felt his stomach sink. He got off the phone and then tried his other three cards. Same thing. "WHAT THE FUCK?" he thought, and he began to get angry. He knew that Kevin had extremely superb computer skills, but he never, NEVER thought. They were going to have to discuss this. Or more to the point, Kevin needed to fix this.
"ARE YOU HOME KEVIN? WE NEED TO TALK NOW!" Frank forgot himself, and slammed the door as he entered the living room. He was beginning to sweat. "KEVIN IF YOU'RE HERE I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL FIND YOU!" Frank was so focused, he didn't hear Kevin behind him, or feel the arm curl around his throat until it was too late. He reached up to try to pull off Kevin's arm, but it was like a steel band. "You forget your manners, frankie?" Kevin whispered into frankie's ear. "I'm SIR Kevin, or SIR." Frankie began to choke for air.
"YOU'RE SHIT IS WHAT YOU ARE. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY CREDIT CARDS, ASSHOLE?"
"Subs don't need credit cards, frankie. Their DOMS determine what they can spend."
"THE HELL WITH THAT." Frankie began to gag. He was weakening, and soon, his knees buckled. Kevin went down with him and rolled him over on his back. Before frankie could defend himself, Kevin was straddling his torso. He was grinning.
"LET ME UP! LET ME THE FUCK UP!" Kevin laughed at him. "Not until we get a few things straightened out, boy. "He licked his lips. "You look so HOT in that shirt, frankie. White is your color. And it fits you so well. Look at those little titties just begging, JUST begging for...." Kevin curled his fingers back and began stroking frankie's nipples through the shirt. Frankie struggled and tried to get Kevin off him, but he couldn't. The sensation that he always got when Kevin toyed with his nipples began to flow through him. He moaned out an "OH GOD." Kevin stopped for a minute. "Get your hands out to your side as if you were tied down, frankie. And apologize for forgetting I'm your DOM."
"FUCK YOU!" Frankie bucked hard, and Kevin responded by squeezing his nipples harder.
"AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!" He felt his strength leave him, and then he began moaning again. Kevin was unrelenting. Frankie was breathing hard, and he shuddered as he put his hands in the position Kevin had told him to. He thought Kevin would give him a break from the nipple torture, but it continued.
"Now, you wanted to talk, so we're going to talk. Marksmanship competition? THAT'S what you told your mother?" Frankie moaned. Kevin knew everything.
"Subs don't need credit cards because they do the sort of stupid thing you tried to do." Kevin stopped squeezing frankie's tits so he could open his shirt and smack them. "You were planning to escape, weren't you?" He began squeezing again, and frankie was moaning.
"Yes, Sir. I was. I was. I...ooooooooooh" He felt Kevin's tongue lapping at his nipple. He felt his cock getting harder. And harder as Kevin continued.
"No more credit cards for you, frankie. Brent doesn't have credit cards because he tried this shit too. You understand that?" Frankie clenched his teeth. He didn't want to give in, but the torment was so great. His head rolled back and forth.
"You asking for a hickey boy? I'll give you one?" "NO SIR, NO. You're right. You're right. You should be controlling my cards."
"I do, bottom. And you won't have any. I'll give you cash but it's MY decision."
"YES SIR YES SIR. OH GOD, MY NIPS..." Kevin stopped working them. "Now, of course you'll be punished for this, and I have an IDEAL set of penalties. You know those tank tops? The ones that say "Taken?"
"Yes Sir. I wear one every day."
"Well, you're switching to OWNED. Everyone knows anyway, so you'll just be showing the obvious." Frankie was silent, and Kevin pressed a knee to his crotch. "Problem with that, fuck toy?" Frankie whined but answered "No Sir. None. None at all."
Kevin continued: "I wonder if I can get gym shorts made for you, with a bullseye right at the butt. Or that say `taken.' Hmmm. I have to remember to check tomorrow." Frankie's mind was racing. "SHIT. The shirt was one thing, but shorts? Over his ass?"
"There will be more, frankie wankie, for sure. Start thinking about Friday caging."
"BUT I WORK ON FRIDAY SIR." Kevin smacked frankie's nipple. "Keep up your whining, and it'll be Thursday and Friday. And... I bought a toy today... a blue tooth butt plug."
"What's that, Sir?"
"Ha ha. It means that I'll be able to REMIND you of who controls that ass of yours anytime I want to. I can't imagine how Leonard is gonna laugh when you jump in the squad car. Now...GOD seeing you underneath me gets me horny. I'm letting you up. You get undressed and get into the bed. I'm having some fun tonight."
"Yes Sir. Right away." As frankie got to his feet, Kevin said "WAIT. One thing first." He came up to frankie and pulled him close. "Open your mouth, boy." When frankie did, Kevin shoved his tongue down his throat and again pushed a knee against his crotch. He stopped for a minute and looked at Kevin. "What's her name?"
"Who's name, Sir?" A chuckle came out of Kevin. "Oh, you just want to keep lying to me, don't you? She chews mixed fruit gum. I can SMELL it. Now, unless you want to be pulling chewed gum out of your pubes, WHAT'S THE NAME OF THE BITCH YOU'RE HANGING OUT WITH WHEN YOU SAY YOU'RE WORKING?" Frankie gulped: "It's Lucy, Sir." Kevin stood back with his arms folded. "Does Lucy kiss you the way I do?"
"No Sir."
"Does she give you the thrill I do when I shove my cock in your ass?"
"No Sir."
"I didn't think so. Go get yourself ready for me. MOVE!"
"Back or belly, Sir?" "Get on your back. I want you to see EVERYTHING that happens to you tonight, you disappointment."
"You disappointment." That hurt more than anything else. Frankie had a need to please, and now, it was clear, he hadn't. He wanted to make it up but...how?" Kevin came into the room and saw frankie lying there, naked. His dick was pointing up in the air. He pulled the metal cuffs and locked frankie's wrists. Frankie was puzzled when Kevin pulled up his ankles, because he was still dressed, even though frankie was naked. Then, Kevin pulled out two sets of longer restraints and cuffed frankie's ankles to his wrists. "Now, I have a FULL view of your hole. Something I don't have photos of. Let's get some. Who knows? Someone besides me may be interested in it." Frankie was frozen. The photos had his ass and his face in it, so there was no question that it was his ass. When he was done, Kevin started making circles around frankie's hole. The nerve endings that were stimulated, were driving frankie crazy, and he began to bray like a donkey.
"Oh, this is gonna be fun, you stud. Ray and I talked about new techniques today." Kevin wet his thumb and forefinger and then, as if he were snapping his fingers, he moved them across the skin between frankie's balls and hole: his "taint." Frankie had heard the expression "taint gate" for a hole but had never thought about it. Now, as Kevin talked about "taint torture," his whole body was wracked with sensations. He was moaning so loud, he thought Kevin would gag him.
"I need to do Ray one better, but not this time. Next time, maybe a little mild stimulation with a crème. Or something. Or maybe a toothbrush. Whatever it is, we're gonna get you nice and primed for..." That's when Kevin dropped his pants. Frankie saw how he had been dripping. He couldn't help himself: he felt proud that he made his DOM excited and horny. "Fuck me, Sir. Please fuck me," he whispered, almost crying.
"Oh, don't you worry, boy. You're getting fucked now, tomorrow, and a lot more than you have been." Frankie didn't know how that would be possible. Already, Kevin fucked him at least once a day, sometimes twice, and on occasions, three times. Now, though, he only thought about the cock that was boring away inside him, finding the sensitive spots in his cavity. His legs had begun to cramp, but he didn't dare say anything.
"This position makes you so much more accessible, frankie. And to think about how tight assed you used to be. NO ONE was ever gonna get into your ass." Frankie winced as Kevin pulled his cock back and slammed in harder. "NOW who takes your ass?"
"You do, Sir?" He saw Kevin's face and felt the slam of the cock and the slap of Kevin's balls against his butt.
"Wrong answer, frankie. ANYONE gets that ass IF I give permission. For now, it's all mine."
Whining, frankie repeated "Yes, Sir. All yours. All yours. OOOOOOOOOH."
"I thought of something else, stud. When you work out, you wear your arm band. On the right. That way there's NO DOUBT about what "OWNED" means. Hmmm. Maybe I should get you athletic shorts with my company name on them. Make sure things are so clear, no one could doubt it." He slid his cock back so that the head rested against frankie's prostate. He kept still as frankie squirmed "like a speared fish," Kevin said. "Like a big, beautiful fish that's finally been hooked by someone worthy of it." He began to pump, faster. And faster. "All those little babies going into you, frankie. Ha, ha. I wonder if we should tell your mom how hard we're trying to give her kids."
"Please don't tell my mom, Sir. PLEASE." "Oh, I know. Your mom is under the assumption that you're the one on top in this relationship." He saw frankie's face. "I didn't disabuse her of that belief. If that's what she needs, she'll keep telling me things like your marksmanship tournament." Frankie's mouth dropped. "MY MOM told you about it?" Kevin grabbed frankie's nipples and said nothing. He squeezed hard.
"I'm sorry Sir. My mom told you about it, Sir?"
"Darn right, she did. Your mom loves me. And right now, I really like you a lot. Especially your ass. TAKE YOUR DOM'S LOAD YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL SUB." Kevin began shooting his load into frankie, who felt like it was a relief: it was almost cooling medicine for the rough fuck he had just taken. His own cock dripped incessantly. Kevin unhooked the ankle restraints.
"I think... it may be time to get those pubes and those pits cleaned. Yeah, better now instead of later." He moved away and came back with clippers. The clippers always scared frankie way more than the razor did, and Kevin knew it. He worked methodically at frankie's crotch first, "so some of that pube smell can get into those pits, big guy." And it did. Frankie cleaned the hair out of the clippers but didn't wash them. Frankie began to breathe more easily. He had come to like the feel of being shaved. He felt it made his dick look bigger -- when it wasn't locked up of course -- and he thought he sweated less and smelled better with the shaved pits. His shaved torso showed off his muscles.
"THERE YOU GO. DAMN you look so good that I wish we were going out tonight, stud. But there's the weekend. I can't wait to see you model your harness to people. Now, I just have to set something up because we're going to be very busy this weekend." He pulled out his cell phone and punched in a number. "Rayman? Yeah, what kind of schedule do you guys have? Saturday afternoon? PERFECT. It'll give the lad time to recover before Sunday Sundown happens. Mr. Connor is going to be modeling his harness. HA, HA. Brent barechested? Well, that'll be fun. Hey, I wish they weren't so mismatched size wise. Could you imagine a wrestling match between our boys?" Frankie heard Ray's voice going on, on the other side. He saw Kevin smile. "Now THAT is a capital idea. Let's think it through. Meantime, we'll see you Saturday."
Kevin put away his phone and ran a finger around frankie's lips. "THAT, my sweet fuck toy, is a date for this weekend. Ray is going to teach me ALL about finding your pain points: the spots where, if I go one way, you'll moan in pain, and if I go the other way, you'll moan in pleasure."
"Sir, you already know those."
"I bet I only know some because I bet YOU don't know them all. Oh, it's gonna be fun. But poor brent is gonna be the demonstration model. That may make things a bit strained between the two of you, but you'll get over it. "Kevin rolled on top of frankie and put his chin right on frankie's neck, as if he were going to scruff him. "Oh, I bet you regret ever bullying me frankie. But ya know what? I would've come for you anyway. And you would have surrendered. It's destiny.
Frankie believed him.