Frankie was in trouble, and he knew it. He could see Kevin's face as he drove, and it was frozen in a tight scowl. They were coming back from dinner at his mom's -- a full family dinner where his sister had too much to drink. Frankie's sister often said things that she or others would regret and that night, she had said things that frankie knew HE was going to regret. It had all started simply enough. She was sitting next to Kevin and looked at him and smiled.
"You picked out the shirt frankie is wearing, didn't you?" In fact, Kevin did, and he smiled as he told her. It was a white button up shirt, but Kevin had had it custom made, and it fit frankie like skin. So did the dark blue pants he had made for frankie. With the two buttons opened and the cuffs back, plus the tan frankie was getting from working shifts outdoors, he looked, well, delicious. Kevin had told him that the night before, just prior to fucking him.
"I knew it!" she went on. "You know, it seems to be a thing: if a man looks good, you know his wife bought him what he's wearing." Frankie began to sweat. Kevin smiled. "Oh, is that true? I wouldn't know. I've never had a wife, and as far as I know, neither has frankie."
"Oh, well, yeah, I know there's different terminology for you gay guys but, well, isn't there always one who sort of plays the woman's role in the relationship?" Frankie felt Kevin's hand begin to run up and down his spine. He knew where that hand was heading: the spot Ray had found on his shoulder blade: the one where a simple change in Kevin's thumb position could make frankie moan with pleasure or scream with pain. Kevin found it, and he simply left his thumb there, not moving it.
"Again, I'm not sure I can respond to that, "Kevin answered frankie's sister. I guess that there is that kind of role making in SOME relationships but, I can assure you, and frankie can as well, that I don't act like or play the role of a woman." He pressed his thumb gently onto the spot. "Isn't that right, frankie?" Frankie suppressed the groan even as Kevin pressed his thumb in harder as they waited for an answer.
"That's right, sis. It's not that way for us."
"OH, my mistake, frankie. I misunderstood what you meant when you told me that the two of you were like your other relationships with women." She took another sip of wine, and guffawed. "I CANNOT tell you how many of frankie's girlfriends would come to me about how he had almost ripped them open when..."
"ENOUGH, SHARON!" frankie's mother shouted. "This is totally inappropriate conversation for the dinner table. Probably even for the ladies' room at a bar. ENOUGH!" Kevin smiled. Yes, it was enough. He had been having trouble with frankie's behavior lately, and he had begun disciplining him. It was clear to him that more was needed.
The issues had begun after frankie had to start wearing the "OWNED" tank tops to the gym. He thought that he'd get teased about it, and he was. "Tell us something we don't know, stud," one guy said as he walked by with a friend. Someone else had said "At least you got bought by someone with money. Good for you." A third guy had asked him, while they were changing in the locker room "So, does your owner rent you out because if he does, I am interested," before he blew a kiss at frankie. It was a few days later that when they were in bed, Kevin reached over to turn frankie on his back, and frankie had pulled away. Kevin laughed at first. "Oh, a good struggle is always fun, but I'm ravenous tonight. Roll over frankie." Frankie tightened up.
"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD, SIR."
"But I am..." he heard Kevin whisper into his ear before he twisted frankie onto his back. As Kevin kicked away the blanket, frankie saw that his cock was big, red, and stiff.
"I thought you knew that you NEVER deny your ass to your DOM, frankie. That's fundamental." He pushed frankie's legs up in the air. Frankie sighed "Yes, Sir. Whatever."
"WHATEVER?" Kevin's tone was angry. "Whatever?" There IS no `whatever' from a sex slave, bitchboi. There's only "Thank you Sir."
"Yes Sir, thank you Sir" frankie said half-heartedly, and in return, rather than proceeding in gently, Kevin rammed his entire cock into frankie's ass as once. "I guess we have to re-establish who's in charge around here, FUCKTOI." Kevin began to power fuck frankie, driving in fully, then pulling out, and repeating. Kevin could top with finesse, but that night, it was just sheer power with some anger mixed in.
"It's really not possible to fuck attitude out of someone, but I'm gonna do my level best, stud." Kevin's eyes gleamed as he pounded frankie. Frankie had gotten used to how Kevin's dick felt just before he came, and he felt it, getting ready for the shot. Instead, he felt Kevin ease out.
"Not yet, bitch boy. Not yet. Roll over on your belly. Gonna finish you doggy style, because you're just like a trained dog." Usually, Kevin did cause pain to frankie when he fucked him, but tonight, he did. He knew Kevin was capable of causing him more pain, so he rolled over, and took a position that gave Kevin good access to his ass. Instead of feeling Kevin's cock, he felt one, then two fingers go into him.
"I think I have to start getting you ready for bigger things, frankie. See, too many people are interested in having a piece of this cake, and you know, some of them are hung more generously than I am." Then he slammed his dick into frankie, as his bottom was still trying to figure out if he understood Kevin correctly: he was going to give other men a shot at his ass? Kevin felt the tension in frankie's body. He had no intention of sharing frankie's ass with anyone, but his mouth, well, that might be a different story.
"YOU NEVER DENY YOUR DOM YOUR ASS, BOY." Kevin had his arm around frankie's throat, and he was pulling his head back. When frankie's tongue stuck out, Kevin released the choke, and his load.
"OH, that felt so good, frankie", Kevin purred after he finished cumming. "I need to get pissed off by you more." He nibbled frankie's ear. "Your punishment isn't over, stud. There's a whole section of the playroom in the attic that we haven't explored and this weekend, you'll spend a few hours in the humbler."
Frankie spent a little time researching "humbler" on the internet the next day. The photos, and videos, scared him, and aroused him. He was so engrossed; he didn't feel the hand on his shoulder. He heard Lieutenant Leonard's voice.
"Looking at props, Connor? That usually comes later in the relationship." He chuckled. "Joey doesn't really care for it when I make him wear it. You probably won't either." Frankie blushed.
"Sorry, Lieutenant. I shouldn't be doing this at work. Kevin mentioned it last night and I had never heard of them.
"OH, you must have been a REALLY bad boy if he's going to use that on you. Trust me, frankie, you won't really enjoy it." He began walking away, then turned. "Incidentally, Joey is always interested in making sure that new subs are ok with what they're doing. If you wanna talk to him, just let me know. Or just head to his office yourself. He doesn't bite," he smiled. "And if he tries, that's why God invented gags."
The lieutenant was right about frankie not liking the humbler. They went up to the attic that Saturday and, after Kevin made frankie get undressed, he locked him in the humbler. He set a timer and put it out of reach of frankie's body.
"An hour should be plenty of time for you for a first punishment, frankie. Of course, if you can push the timer up to the alarm, it'll go shorter. See you in an hour."
And with that tease, Kevin made sure that frankie learned how painful trying to stand up when you're in a humbler could be. He also learned how sensitive it made his whole ball sack, because when Kevin jerked him off later, before he fucked him, frankie almost passed out from the sensation. The fuck Kevin threw into him included Kevin playing over frankie's prostate for about ten minutes. Frankie was so stimulated that what was usually pleasurable hurt somewhat. Kevin's warning was a bit frightening. "Trust me, big boy. Things can get MUCH more painful for you. I'd start remembering your role."
The time in the humbler stuck with frankie -- at least for a while. The teasing about his tank tops got worse, and when he mentioned it to Kevin, the answer he got was not one he expected: "Hmm. Maybe it's time for a change. You know my company has its own private gym, frankie, don't you?" The color left frankie's face. "Yes Sir, you mentioned it."
"Well, if you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen as they say. I could get you privileges at the company gym," he sat back and smiled. "And that way I could keep more of an eye on you because, you know what stud? I see you have a wandering eye. Men AND women." Frankie gulped. He knew what the correct answer was "I'm sure that I could get a good workout wherever you wanted me to get it, Sir." Kevin leaned back in his chair. "You give it some thought, frankie. Right now, though, the thought of being able to see you grunting and sweating while I'm at work is making me hard as stone. I think I could use a proper blow job, so, you know what to do."
"Yes Sir," frankie answered, before he got down on his knees in front of Kevin, opened his Master's pants, and took the cock in his mouth. "Slurping noises, frankie. I want a nice, NOISY one. No more checking out people either. I know when you do."
Frankie fully expected that he'd be disciplined more severely than the humbler if he disobeyed Kevin again. Yet, he did. Later, he'd wonder why he did, and if Kevin set him up. He never got answers to those questions.
Kevin was not consistent in locking up frankie's cock. Sometimes, he'd lock it for a day. Sometimes for three days, and sometimes he'd just not lock it up at all. One thing was absolute though: frankie was NOT to pleasure himself without Kevin's permission. Usually, when he DID get to shoot, it was with Kevin jerking him off, or playing with one of his sensitive spots while frankie jerked himself. One afternoon, though, when Kevin was working late, frankie came home after having seen a body builder he idolized at the gym (he decided to stay with his original gym and Kevin ok'd it). Frankie had been thinking about men more and more over the last few months, and women less and less. Kevin wasn't around, and he hadn't cum for four days. He knew it was risky because, if Kevin wanted to jerk him off, and he couldn't, well... But frankie was desperate. He went into the bathroom and began doing something he hadn't done in a long time: he was masturbating without Kevin watching him.
At least that's what he thought. Kevin's strong hand on the back of his neck spoke to the contrary.
"FUCKING DISOBEDIENT BITCH. WHAT'S THE RULE? WHAT'S THE RULE, MANCUNT?"
"No jerking off without permission, Sir."
"DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION?"
"No Sir. You didn't."
"Well, we're not discussing this any further. Up the stairs. The attic. Position yourself on the X cross. Back to me."
"Yes, Sir". Kevin had used the cross before, but never with frankie facing away from him. Usually, he'd tie frankie to the cross after sex, take the cage off, and jerk him. He'd leave a marker on the floor and if frankie's jizz passed the mark, he'd get a day without the cage. If he didn't, it meant two days with it. Now, though? He heard Kevin's footsteps coming up. They sounded angry. When he yanked frankie's wrists to chain them to the cross, and then his ankles, it was clear that Kevin was furious.
"I SWEAR, YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL BASTARD. I THOUGHT I WOULD NEVER HAVE TO DO THIS, BUT..." From the corner of his eye, frankie saw Kevin selecting a flogger. He heard the "WHOOSH" through the air. "You're getting at least ten, frankie, and if your apology isn't sincere enough, then you'll get more, until I'm satisfied." The first strike against frankie's ass provoked such a loud scream that Kevin stopped and picked up a plug gag. "For the first ten." He continued. Frankie's muffled screams leaked out of the gag, but they did nothing to stop Kevin's punishment. After ten, Kevin stopped. He grabbed frankie's neck and pulled his head back. "You ready to apologize, BITCH?" There were tears in frankie's eyes, as he tried to shake his head yes.
"Let's hear if it's sincere." Kevin took the gag off, and frankie sobbed out "I'M SORRY SIR. I KNEW IT WAS WRONG AND...I DESERVE THE PUNISHMENT. I'M SORRY."
"How about I flog your balls and cock? You're still hard. Tell me who was in your mind." Frankie gulped. When he was silent, Kevin yelled "YOU DON'T WANNA TALK? TIME TO PUT THE GAG BACK IN AND GIVE YOU ANOTHER TEN."
"NO, SIR, PLEASE. PLEASE. I'LL TELL YOU. IT WAS...." Kevin began to laugh. "The queen of `roid rage? With a cock the size of a pinkie and an attitude as big as your ass? HA HA. I haven't seen a good comedy in a while. What were you thinking of? Him fucking you?"
"No, Sir. I was thinking of me dominating him." Kevin snorted. "Well, you've probably learned from one of the best, but...you're never going to be anything but a power bottom, you fucking steer. Now, you're gonna have to wait for relief because, DAMN IT giving a stud a good beating gets me hard." This time, Kevin took frankie missionary style. The welts on frankie's ass had begun to hurt and it was hard for him to tell what sensations were from the whipping and which were from the fucking. Whichever it was, he was so overstimulated that he began shooting, without permission. He began crying out right away.
"I'M SORRY, SIR, I'M SORRY. I'M TRYING TO CONTROL IT BUT... I CAN'T. " Kevin gave him a look. "Three days in the cage. No arguments."
"Yes, Sir."
"And tomorrow, you're getting something that'll bring you and brent closer. After work, we're taking a trip to a friend of mine."
The next day, frankie barely had enough time to get out of his uniform and into jeans and a t-shirt before Kevin pushed him into a car and drove to what looked like a deserted warehouse. He gave a password, and the door opened.
"KEVIN! So good to see you." He looked over frankie, and frankie had a recollection of seeing him before. "Your body builder crush? This is his DOM. He's also a tattoo artist. You ever see the tattoo on brent's left thigh?"
"Yes sir. The one that reads `SLV566?"
"The very same. It means brent is the 566th slave on our registry. " He laughed with his friend. "What's georgie's number?" The tattoo artist, named Max, laughed. "He's SLV 1. Four changes of ownership."
"And Captain joey?"
"Oh, he's SLV206. Changed hands once, too." Kevin explained that the registry kept track of who owned each slave, and of any transfers. "Drop your pants, frankie boy. What's his number gonna be, Max?"
"It's been busy since the old days. Your property here will be SLV1212." Kevin motioned to what looked like a medieval set of stocks. "For your legs, frankie. Keep `em still while Max works." He looked at Max. "I miss pillories, don't you, Max?"
"Damn right. Standard print?"
"Standard print." And an hour later, Kevin and frankie were back home. Frankie kept on wincing because, even though the tattoo was covered with some serious gauze, his jeans rubbed up against the spot, and the welts on his ass were sore.
Next day, he was on patrol with Lieutenant Leonard, who noticed frankie's physical discomfort when the driving got rough.
"Get fucked too hard last night, Connor? I think joey is wincing a little today too. Happens when we watch certain tv shows."
"I don't think that's it, Sir." Then frankie told Lieutenant Leonard about what had happened. Leonard pulled over the car and looked at frankie.
"Do you WANT to be a sub, Connor?" Frankie began to cry. "I don't know, Sir. Some months ago I would have said absolutely not, but...now I don't know."
"Let's go and talk to joe this afternoon. Rather, you talk to joe. I'll just make sure you make your way there."
When they got to Captain Remnick's office, frankie saw a good-looking, well-built man with a full head of silver hair -- more silver than gray. The captain had bright green eyes, and he wore wire frame glasses. He smiled at them.
"Sir! I didn't expect you this afternoon." He came over and put his hands behind his back as the lieutenant kissed him. "Thank you, Sir. And you? You must be Frank Connor. Kevin's boy."
"Yes, Captain. I'm frankie."
"Joey, Connor here needs a bit of counseling. Can you take care of that?"
"I'll do my best. Sit down, young man." He saw the look on frankie's face. "Unless of course, you'd like to stand."
Two hours later, frankie left the captain's office, thanking him. He still didn't know what he wanted, but he had a series of questions to think about. He hadn't made up his mind by the time they had the family dinner where his sister spilled the beans on what he had told her about his relationship. And now, he was in trouble again.
"When we get in the house, frankie, get the restraints from the attic and bring them downstairs. Then get in the bondage chair and make sure you're in perfect position, because if you're not, I SWEAR I may just castrate you tonight." Frankie believed him.
Frankie felt the metal as it cut into his wrists. Kevin had already restrained his calves to the legs of the chair. He was contemplating a gag but didn't use it. Kevin stood in front of him and began to lightly tease frankie's nipples through his shirt.
"So. According to your sister, you wear the pants in the relationship, and I wear the skirt. Is that right?" The gentle play was worse for frankie than vigorous play. He whined as Kevin continued.
"I lied to her, Sir. I did."
"Why? You ashamed of being a sub bottom?" He squeezed frankies nipples tighter and frankie moaned.
"I don't know, Sir. I didn't know how she'd react if...if..."
"If she knew my cock were in your ass every night?" Frankie squeezed his eyes shut. "Yes Sir." Kevin walked behind him and put his mouth over frankie's ear.
"But it is."
"I know, Sir. I lied."
"Maybe next time I'll tell her I'm glad you have childbearing hips and let her figure out what that means."
"PLEASE, SIR. NOT THAT. I'LL TELL HER MYSELF. I PROMISE. I PROMISE."
"Maybe we'll take a video tonight and send it to her. Of the fucking and..." he laughed. "Something new. I spent a lot of money on this toy and it'stime to try it out. " He untied frankie.
"Strip down. Then on the bed."
"Yes Sir." Frankie went off to the bedroom. Kevin came in carrying what looked like a large suitcase. He put it to the side as he strapped frankie down. He unlocked the cage and frankie's cock shot out.
"What we've got here, frankie, is a milking machine. I decided that if and when you jerk off, it'll be with this machine." Frankie looked horrified and scared, as he saw the parts come out of the suitcase and felt the cylinder SNAP onto his dick. Kevin played with some controls, and frankie felt a tube inside the cylinder start moving up and down his cock, massaging it.
"Nice and slow to begin, frankie. Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Sir. OH SHIT SIR" Since Kevin had his hands free, he began working on frankie's nipples. Frankie got hard to a point, and then not harder. Kevin flipped a button, and the massaging got faster.
"We're at 100 strokes per minute, frankie. How's that feel?" He continued to work on frankie's tits, until he got the milker up to 135 strokes. He didn't want his sub to pass out, so he just sat back, watching the contortions in frankie's body. When he kicked it up to 150 strokes, frankie's moans became guttural and he fought to say "SIR, do I have permission to cum?" Kevin slipped a finger between frankie's legs and said "Sure."
"FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!" escaped from frankie as his jizz started pouring out. He could hear the suction as the device pulled it away. His dick was more sensitive than he could ever remember.
Then, Kevin kicked it up to 180 strokes. "I'll just leave it at that speed until I'm convinced, you're going to tell your sister the truth." Kevin stood up with his arms folded, listening to frankie moan. He knew he was going to break him yet again, and frankie moaned: "Yes sir, I'll tell her. I'll tell her everything."
"One more thing, frankie. I've decided that you don't have any choice in it anymore. You'll work out at my company gym."
"YES SIR! YES SIR! ANYTHING YOU SAY. PLEASE SIR, JUST TAKE THIS OFF ME."
"Take it off you? Hmmm. Anything else you want, sub boi."
"YOU TO FUCK MY ASS SIR. FUCK ME HARD. FUCK YOUR SUB. FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME."
"Well, I can't deny that request. Let's get you unhooked, and then get your legs nice and high." Kevin pushed his tongue into frankie and then stopped. "GOD you're wet in there, boy. I guess SOMETHING got you excited." Then his head disappeared, and he began eating frankie's ass until the boy was SCREAMING for cock.
"How could I refuse you?" Kevin mused, before he took frankie, this time slowly and deliberately. At one point he spread down over frankie. "Kiss me, bottom boi. Kiss me like a man who realizes: he was born to be a sub." Frankie devoured Kevin's tongue as Kevin's dick pushed into him. They both realized that a bridge had been crossed that night. There was no turning back.