At the gym on Friday afternoon, Frank tried to figure out what was going on as he did his cardio. Kevin seemed to have him over a barrel: he had the pictures, and he had surprised Frank by proving he was stronger. Frank HAD struggled in the test of strength. He thought it would be easy. He laughed to himself: "Well, it WAS, just not how I thought it would be." He thought about being tied up, and how much he hated it. He thought about Kevin shoving his cock in him and how much he hated it. He thought about how Kevin was winning over his mom and he hated that too. There were many things.
And yet, he had a hard on. He realized that into his second mile. There was no question about it: it had started when he thought about the bondage, and the fucking. And now, there was something new that was making him get hard even faster. Kevin kept on talking about things like submission, and slavery. Of course, Frank knew about slavery: he DID get a B in American history after all. Submission? Well, he thought it had to do with professional wrestling, and that Frank was going to make him wrestle and make him submit before he fucked him. Then he looked it up on the internet. He remembered his initial response: "OH, FUCK, this is SICK!," and then he just kept on watching. He watched videos, and read some articles. He realized, more than once, that his hand had dropped down to his crotch. "WHAT IS GOING ON WITH ME?" he thought, as he recalled that. He shook his head. He didn't know but... he had to figure out a way to get out of this.
The cardio was the end of his workout, and his muscles ached. "GREAT," he thought. "Makes it even easier for Kevin." He wondered: clearly Kevin worked out, but where? Frank thought he was at the best gym in the area, but Kevin didn't come here. What didn't he know?
He dressed -- in the clothes that Kevin had picked for him: a dark brown button down shirt, pale colored pants. He made a face as he pulled on his sneakers. Kevin had prepared them just the way he had prepared other sneakers: there was Velcro in them, and fiberglass. It made it impossible for Frank to get away from Kevin, and his feet were on his mind all the time. He couldn't not wear them, either, because they were very distinctive, with blue streaks and the white toe line. Kevin would know, and not following Kevin's orders meant tickling. Now, Frank thought of the way Kevin dug his fingers into his pits, and the howls that came out of him. No one had ever tickled him as hard as his father, until Kevin came along.
He looked down at his chest as he buttoned his shirt: smooth from Kevin's last shaving. He had to admit: it looked good. He remembered Kevin talking about "shaving his man pussy," which Frank guessed was his pubes, but it hadn't happened: only his chest and pits. He wondered if Kevin had forgotten.
He took a quick look in the gym's mirror. Kevin had said they were going out to meet Brent that night. Frank remembered Brent vaguely: school egg head. Kevin was the math and science geek, and Brent had aced all the social sciences. He never seemed interested in Frank, so he wasn't "low hanging fruit" the way Kevin had been. Frank had heard that Brent had gone to law school and practiced law a town over. He had also heard that he had gotten divorced about two years ago.
"No more getting tied up," he thought as he left the gym. He headed over to his car, and he heard the honk of another one, and then Kevin's voice.
"HEY FRANKIE! How about leaving yours here and we'll pick it up tomorrow?" Frank saw Kevin standing at his driver's side, smiling. He also saw what looked to be boxes in the back seat.
"Sure. That works," Frank answered. He knew by now that Kevin's "questions" were commands, and there were penalties there, too. He came over with a weak smile on his face.
"Oh, frankie, I took the afternoon off after the morning from hell and, well, I went over to your mom's house and loaded some stuff up." There was a look in Kevin's eye: an evil glint. "You mom insisted that I take your uniforms, since you won't need them until you move in."
"YOU WENT TO MY HOUSE AND...." Kevin smiled "Frankie, it was your mom's idea -- with a little help from me, of course. That way, I could pick what I liked, and leave the rest. OH, also, I spent a little time shopping this afternoon. Got all kinds of stuff we can use." "Like what?" Kevin giggled. "You'll see, thong boy," and he took off. "I better warn you, stud, when I get stressed at work, I get horny, so, we're gonna need a little time before we go and meet Brent and Ray."
"Who's Ray?" Frank asked. He couldn't remember anyone by that name.
"Ray is Brent's DOM, frankie. I want you to meet a DOM/sub couple -- at least your first one. There's more than one around here, you know."
"No, I didn't know." He winced. Kevin had moved a hand to Frank's thigh, and the jolt it gave to his cock made it hurt: he was THAT hard. "Brent is a SUB?"
"Oh yeah. Long, interesting story. See, Brent wasn't really careful about how much he drank and, one night, this guy picked him up in a straight bar. Took him home, tied him up, and got to work on training him."
"Sounds familiar," Frank muttered. Kevin ignored it. "Well along the way, his DOM and brent met Ray, and Ray had such a thing for brent. Donovan shared him a bit but, well, the ultimate came at the poker game. Ray's quite a player and when Donovan lost all his money, he put up Brent."
"HE GAMBLED HIM AWAY? WHAT?"
"Frankie, boy, subs are property. Just like furniture, or gold, or anything else. Ray was so happy he had what he wanted that he gave Donovan back all his money. The first thing Don did was move away. Now, Ray and brent live in the house: brent became Ray's sub." He began pulling up in front of his house. "GAWD. Telling that story made me even hornier, frankie. Let's grab these boxes. Bring `em to the bedroom. By the way, I LOVE how your pits are sweating. You nervous, frankie?" Frank shrugged his shoulders. "Don't be. When it happens, it'll be very easy."
"IT WON'T. I'M NOT YOUR SUB."
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"Take a look at the dresser, frankie. The bottom two drawers are yours. Frank looked in: t shirts, muscle shirts, thongs, songs. "I bet they're all a size smaller," he grimaced.
"Indeed, they are, frankie. Your clothes are much too loose. "He paused. Frank saw the look in Kevin's eyes: he knew what it meant. Kevin dropped his voice: "get on the bed, frankie. On your back."
"Kevin, can we talk about this?"
"No, handsome. And if you don't stop, I'll gag you before I fuck you. On your back." Frank sighed and got on the bed. Kevin had stripped and got on top of him. He began kissing frank's cheeks, and his lips. "Open up frankie boy." Frank felt Kevin's knee at his crotch. "And spread your legs, muscle boy." Kevin's tongue shot down frank's throat when he opened. He heard the "mmmms," and slurping as Kevin got to work, and his groin tingled more as Kevin's knee moved back and forth. He felt Kevin's tongue move to his ear.
"I LOVE licking your ears, frankie. It makes you moan so hot. But when I'm REALLY horny. I bite. GRRRRRRRRRR." Frank gasped as he felt Kevin's teeth gnaw at his ear. He felt something else.
"You didn't shave today."
"Nope. And if frankie doesn't behave, he's going to mom's birthday with a big ole' hickey." Kevin began opening frank's shirt, and then his mouth went to frank's nipples, one after the other. "I wish I could tell you I'll be gentle with you tonight, frankie, but I won't be. I'm gonna RAM inside of you so hard, you're gonna scream."
Frank had begun to pant: the chewing of his nipples was getting him more and more aroused. "I have a deal for you frankie. I am SO ready to fuck you but...you feel like having your ass eaten?" Parts of frank were yelling "NO" to him, but his answer to Kevin was "Yes. OH GOD YES".
"Well, that's only gonna happen if you put your wrists through the straps, frankie. Tied down, eaten, and fucked, or just fucked. Your choice." Frank was about to beg, but he sighed, and found the restraints. He saw Kevin's smile and saw him slipping off his pants. Then, Kevin lifted up frank's ankles and...
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH." "Heh, heh. You thought I forgot how much you like that, didn't you frankie?" Frank couldn't answer. He just kept moaning. It had been a while since Kevin had done this to him, and when he reached up and squeezed his nipples, he nearly passed out.
"I'm so fucking hard, frankie. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO hard." Frank soon knew how true that was. Usually, it took a few minutes before Kevin came to "full mast," as he called it. Not tonight. He was harder than frank ever remembered, and Kevin was being far from gentle. Frank's moans were interspersed with little cries of pain. He tried to suppress them because they inspired Kevin, and he screwed frank harder.
"NO ONE is gonna get fucked harder than you tonight, frankie." Frank believed him. His ankles weren't restrained, and he knew that Kevin liked to feel his glutes contract, so he did that. "HELL YEAH, FRANKIE. YOU ARE A GOOD LEARNER." Kevin smiled. He looked at frank as he fucked him. "You been studying, frankie?" It slipped out of frank's mouth. "Yes Sir" He saw Kevin smile.
"Are you a top or bottom?" Frank gulped. "A bottom." Another big smile from Kevin. "And soon, not just a bottom, but a total and complete SUB."
"HOLY SHIT THAT HURT," Frank yelled out, but Kevin's yell as he jizzed into frank was even louder. The cum just kept on coming. Frank saw his own cock, hard and standing at attention. When Kevin caught his breath, he asked, in a meek, beseeching voice: "Kevin, I need relief. May I?" Kevin gave him a look. "Ten minutes of tickling." Frank knew it was going to happen anyway, so he just shook his head yes. Soon, if you walked past, you'd have heard the loud, boisterous laughter as Kevin probed frank's pits, and his navel. When frank accidently slipped a wrist out of the restraint, Kevin put it back in and announced there was a five minute penalty. It was during that penalty that frank couldn't hold it anymore, and blew a load without touching his cock. Kevin smiled. "So I can tickle you to orgasm. Good to know." He kissed frank. "Let's get a little cleaned up and then go meet Ray and brent. We're gonna have a meal together too. It'll be fun.
"HEY WAIT! THIS IS A GAY BAR." Frank's voice carried on the street outside "Pockets" and a few guys who were leaving laughed as they went by. He froze, and he felt Kevin's hand on his bicep.
"What did you expect, frankie? Now, come on. It'll be alright." He paused and frank saw his teeth in his smile "Everyone appreciates new meat, especially when it's big, hot and handsome." Frank didn't move his feet. "IF I GO IN PEOPLE ARE GONNA THINK..." Kevin tightened his grip. "I think you're gonna find out, frankie, from seeing you with me, people already... including your mom."
"FUCK NO! You didn't tell her anything did you?" Kevin shrugged his shoulders. I told her nothing. She told me. She said she was glad that you found someone decent instead of your sluts. Male or female didn't matter to her. Now, frankie, you're going in with me, and if you give me any more trouble, well, I keep on telling you about the attic. If you think I have ways to get you to behave in the bedroom, just imagine what the big stuff can do." Kevin heard frank's sigh, and he felt the resistance sort of melt out of his muscles. "Good boy, frankie. Now let's go." Frank thought about trying to get Kevin's hand off his arm, but thought better of it. They went in. Frank was trying to adjust his vision to the darker room, and he felt himself jostled by someone who walked by. "'Scuse me, hot stuff," he heard the guy laugh as he went by. He heard another guy whisper "Yeah, that's Kevin's bitch. That means hands off." The room was too dark for anyone to see frank blushing, and he did because he recognized three or four of the guys -- and they recognized him. He could tell by the smiles. Then he heard a high pitched, almost girlie scream.
"KEVIN! We're over here!" He saw Kevin smile. "Yeah, Ray surprises a lot of people." He led frank over to where a thin, Asian man stood with a chunky blond guy next to him. The blond guy was looking down, and he had his hands behind his back. "Brent," thought frank. "He still looks the same. Blue eyes, I think. I can't see." What he did see was Kevin and this new guy, Ray, embracing each other. "MY GOD KEVIN! How long has it been?" Then he looked at frank. "OH YEAH. You weren't exaggerating. Sexy as fuck." The high-pitched voice came back. "So, you're frankie, the guy who Kevin's making his sub. Nice to meet you. I'm sure he told you about me. OH, and RIGHT. Brent, do you remember frankie from your school days? You can look up, boy?"
"Yes Sir. He played football. A star."
"That's right. And he's a star in bed too, aren't you frankie?" Frank felt Kevin's hand on his ass. He squeezed it. Then he laughed. "This is frankie's first gay bar. At least, that's what he tells me." "IT IS" Frank gritted through his teeth, as he tried to figure out a way to get out of the place. It didn't seem possible. He saw Ray rub his hand over brent's stomach. "This is what won me over. This and his pretty face. Just couldn't help myself. I was SO jealous of his old DOM, and all I did was think about how I could get him for myself and now..." He squeezed brent's belly. "I DO have you, don't I babe?" Frank could see brent suffering: Ray clearly had one of his hot spots, the way Kevin worked his. He answered "Yes sir," as he squirmed, trying to avoid the touch. That just made Ray purr.
"MMMMM. You're not usually this sensitive baby boy. I think I know where I'm starting once we get home." He looked at Frank. "So, you ready to submit?" Frank looked at him. "NO." Ray laughed. "Oh, I guess you're like brent here. You like being per............suaded."
"And I like persuading guys, you know that," Kevin answered. He whispered, but Ray and brent both heard, as did frank: "Sunday, frankie. Sunday's the day. That's the day you're gonna accept your new life. You'll see." Ray smiled. "You have the attic set up?" Kevin laughed. "I was gonna make this big guy do it, but I had more fun this way. Now, it's ALL gonna be a surprise. How long do you think it's gonna take?" Ray looked over frank. "Hmmm. He looks kinda ripe and ready. Not more than 4 hours."
"I'll let you know," Kevin answered. "Hey. We gonna take these boys to eat or not?" "I could use a bite. The Den?" "The Den. Let's go."
Frank knew about The Den. It was a 24 hour elevated diner, where it was said you could find just about any type of relationship you were looking for. When they got there, Ray indicated with his head that brent was to sit inside the booth, against the wall. "Bottom's position. You, too frankie."
"But my legs..." Frank always wanted the aisle because his legs were so big. "No. Inside. Makes it harder for you to escape. Brent tried that once. Well, what happened, Ray?" Ray grinned and rubbed his hands together. "When I caught him, I tickled him for 3 hours. Two more than his everyday tickling. He wet himself, he begged, he pleaded, and eventually, I fucked every hole I could find on him. Right, brent?" Brent was blushing. "Yes, sir." "He hasn't tried to get away again. I think he knows better."
"Hear that, frankie? With training, you'll learn everything." A waitress brought over menus: 3 of them. "Hey, Ms -- he doesn't have a menu." Frank pointed to brent, who was shaking his head no, and reddening. The waitress smiled and walked away.
"Frankie, brent submitted. He submitted twice. Once to Don and once to Ray. When you're a sub, you don't have any choice about what you get served." He squeezed the back of frank's neck. "So, choose while you can, stud. Soon, I'll be choosing for you." As he said that, he wrapped his foot around frank's ankle, and licked his ear. "He is SO HOT, Ray. Gonna make the perfect sub. A sub police officer."
"You have any photos of him in uniform?" Kevin smiled. "Taking some tomorrow." He saw the look on frank's face. "Relax, handsome. I didn't show you the one I bought for you. I'm not using your `official' duds: they're cut WAY too big. I got you a nice, tight one. Got you a LOT of new stuff. You're gonna be quite the fashion plate at your mother's party tomorrow." Frank kept on thinking "how did I get into this shit? How do I get out of it?"
Back at Kevin's house, as they got undressed, Kevin spoke "You looked mortified, frankie." "That's because I WAS. I still am." "Well, look at it this way, stud. You'll never be in that position again." Kevin came up behind frank and covered his ear with his mouth. "Remember how getting fucked the first time was so tough? Well, I think you like it now." Frank didn't answer and Kevin got to work on his earlobe, licking and nibbling. "You like it frankie? You like the feel of a cock deep inside you?" Kevin had his arm around frank's middle, and even though he knew it wasn't going to do any good, frank squirmed and wriggled. "You like it frankie?" Kevin repeated. "Cause I like it. Feel it? You've got me hard again. Hard for your ass. But only if you like it. You like it, frankie?" His hands went up to frank's nipples and squeezed. Frank was breathing hard. He knew what was going to happen, and he couldn't control himself.
"Yeah. Yeah. I DO like it."
"You want it, big boy?"
"Yes. I want it."
"On your back stud. The way you like it best." Kevin climbed on top of frank and held down his wrists. "I LOVE pinning you, frankie. LOVE letting you know: you're not getting away and I'm just gonna ram my piece into you." He did. Frank groaned and gasped, and then as Kevin got into a rhythm, he began to think about Ray and brent. Brent was probably getting fucked right now too, by a skinnier guy who wasn't as attractive as Kevin was. Or as good a kisser, he thought, as Kevin forced his tongue down frank's throat. "It could be worse," he told himself, as Kevin pulled his tongue out. "I can't wait to put you in the uniform tomorrow, frankie. And dress you for the party. Oh, my. The two of us are gonna give all those old chicks orgasms for the first time in a LONG time. Just like I am gonna have one now, BOTTOM!" For the second time that day, frank felt a load of Kevin's jizz fill him. And for the second day, he was hard too. Only this time, Kevin shook his head no. "I bet being tied up as a cop is gonna make you as hard as it makes me. You'll get relief tomorrow, frankie. For tonight, it's bedtime."