Jack—Sir—was right. My nipples were sore until Monday, and I'm not complaining. In fact, jerking off was a whole new adventure now because all I had to do was toy with a nipple a little and I was just about ready to shoot. Oh man, he was turning me into a pain slut. And I wasn't complaining about it. Faggot. Submissive. Slut. All these words were becoming part of my self-image, I realized. I started wondering what I would learn next.
I found out that Sir was spreading things about me to others, boasting about the success he had with me and encouraging his Dom buddies to continue my "education.". Even Danny pulled me aside Saturday night when he had a chance. "I hear you had a nice time with Jack Kane the other night."
I was a little embarrassed because I didn't know what he had found about.
"Yes, it was really good," I answered.
"He wasn't too rough with you?" Danny actually looked a little concerned. Bless him.
"Nah. Surprised me in a couple ways, but I'm fine. I mean, I was fine with him. I liked all of it."
"Interesting," Danny replied. Someone at the other end of the bar was gesturing to him. "don't go anywhere. I have a couple things to tell you. So stay put . . . boy . . " and he winked at me. Uh-oh. Sir told him a lot, I guess.
While I was waiting for Danny to come back, this really hot-looking guy in a denim shirt squeezed in between me and the wall. As he reached out to the bar, he stopped his hand at my neck and gave it gentle squeeze. "You ever need any help, kid, you come right to me. Get it?"
"thanks, I guess," I replied.
He chuckled. Danny was back by then and he gave the guy a dirty look. The guy took off. "You okay?"
"Sure. He offered to help if I have any trouble."
"Greg, my boy, that guy IS trouble. Sure. Go to him when you're having a hard time and he'll take total advantage of the situation and you'll end up having even a worse time. I kid you not. His name is Cotter. Just ask around about him. Don't just take my word for it."
"Hear ya, Danny. thanks a lot. I really appreciate all you've been doing for me."
"You're welcome. It's my pleasure, boy. Now I have just two important things to tell you, especially if you ever decide to let Jack have you again. First thing: Don't ever be afraid to say NO. Second thing: "Don't every be afraid to say STOP. You say those things to a guy like Jack he'll understand and will never give you a hard time about it. You try to say those things to Cotter and he'll punish you for saying it. Again, I kid you not. Ask around."
Danny gets called away again. After all, his job is to tend bar, not to play pledge-Mother to a twenty-year-old submissive newbie. Shit! Listen to me! I'm starting to think of myself as submissive. All because of one night with Jack. Maybe I shouldn't jump to conclusions too soon. But then again . . . I remember Sir ordering me to lick his dick clean after I blew him and swallowed his cum. I didn't even think. I just did what he told me to do.
That was my purpose right then and there: to obey him because it was making me feel something really nice because I was being a good boy for him. Wanting to please him. Make him happy with me. Hear him praise me a little every now and then. Fuck.
And then I remembered what he told me: keep an eye out for take-charge guys. The problem was that I didn't have the slightest idea how to do that. Once again Danny came over and had something to tell me. "Go stand against that wall over there and keep your eyes lowered. If anyone comes up to you and touches you in any way, look up at him. Then see what happens. I'll keep an eye out. But if Cotter comes up to you, just shake your head no. Walk away if you have to. If he keeps after you shout "leave me alone" as loud as you can. You'll be fine."
I ask for another beer. "that's your last one, kid. Especially if you're looking around for some dude to play with." I'm about to protest but he looks sternly. "Listen to your big sister, faggot," he says in a mockingly mean voice, then winks at me and walks away.
I stand at the wall for a while drinking my beer and wondering if anyone would want to be bothered with a queer kid like me who has a green "newbie" sign hanging from my neck. I can't help but look around every once in a while but then lower my eyes more.
Funny thing, When I stand there with my eyes lowered I'm able to imagine that I'm on display at a slave market. A real high-class slave market where the slaveboys are displayed with clothes on so their Masters can enjoy watching them strip naked in private, just for them. Or so I guess.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 100: A sub advertises its status by keeping its eyes lowered.
After a while I lift my eyes and look around again, wondering if this isn't just a fucking waste of time. This guy at the other end of the bar catches my eye. Fuck, he made such strong eye contact that I couldn't look away. Then he got swallowed up by the crowd. It was really getting crowded in here tonight, but then again, it was a Saturday night, so what did I expect?
What I didn't know was that the guy with the magnetic eyes had set his sights on me and was weaving himself across the dance floor until he came near me and I raised my eyes on impulse and he caught mine in his. He came right up to me. "do you know what they do to subs who think they can just look around like normal guys? didn't anyone ever teach you to keep your eyes lowered, faggot?"
My first impulse was to get resentful and tell him to fuck off. Until he put his hand to my chest and managed to press his thumb into my left nipple making me gasp. I lowered my eyes immediately. "Good boy," he said to me. "Take a deep breath and let out your resistance. You'll be glad you did, boy."
He took his hand off my pec and traveled it down my chest and belly until he stuck a finger down into the top of my jeans, lifting the end of my t-shirt out of the way so he could touch my bare skin. Immediately I pulled in my tummy so he could get more room to operate.
"Making yourself more available to me. Good move, son. I could tell you are smarter than most of the horny twinks around here. I dare say you're even better than horny."
"Better than horny, Sir? What is that? I'm sorry I `m new and don't understand a lot of things, the way some of you talk here."
"Never be afraid to be honest about what you don't know, or what you don't want, or what you don't understand? Don't ever play those types of games and you'll do just fine. No real Dom will be scared away by a beginner as long as he's honest about it."
"Dom, Sir? What is that?"
He smiles at me and touches my nose then my lips. I stick out my tongue to lick his finger but he already moved it away. "Dom? Dom is an abbreviation of the word Dominant. I am a Dom just like you think you might be a sub. Vocabulary lesson is free of charge unless you can find a way to thank me, faggot."
I take an involuntary deep breath at the word faggot, because for some reason he's using it exactly the way Jack was when he called me that the other night. "How would you like me to thank you, Sir?"
"You at my place naked sucking my cock. If you're serious about thanking me that way, you can follow me there in your car. I assume you drove your own car here tonight?"
"I did, Sir, and sure, I'll follow you. Can't make any promises yet, but I'm willing to follow you."
"that's all I ask for at the moment, son. My name's Major. You can use it for now."
"Yes, Sir. Thank you. So I'm ready to leave whenever you want, Sir."
"Finish your beer." He takes it out of my hand and looks over the bottle. It's still half full. He lays it down on the ledge. "You've had enough. I'll give you something nice once you're naked the way you should be when you're alone with a Dom." I hate to waste the beer, but I'm afraid to sneak in another mouthful. He turns around and walks out without giving me another look. I hasten to follow him through the crowd, past the main far. Danny sees me and who's leading me out of the bar and gives me a thumbs up. That's great. Really settles my nerves. A lot.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 6: Any Dom may restrict a boi's use of alcohol. Number 18: Intoxication merits serious punishment.
He's parked right in front. "Get in. I'll drive you to yours." "I'm in the back of the parking lot," I tell him. "Blue VW." He drives me right over there. "If I go through a light and you get stuck when it turns red, I'll pull off to the side a bit ahead and wait for you. Blink your brights when you see me then let me pull out in front of you."
Damn. He thinks of everything.
We drive for a while, heading down to the waterfront. Never been down here before. He drives through a series of parking lots and finally comes to a stop in front of some huge building, so huge that it actually has full-grown boats on display inside. I see a sign which says "Marina" but I can't read the name on it.
He has a key. He unlocks the door and lets me inside then leads me through this amazing showroom. "Ever see one of those maritime movies where some sailor gets bound to the mast of a ship and flogged by the captain?"
Shit! I always liked to watch those. I answer nothing. Too damn embarrassed.
He's obviously wise to my embarrassment. "Sometimes, boy, a bad sub needs to get whipped. Only way to straighten out some of you faggots. Sometimes punishment is the only option. Check it out in your Handbook."
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 8: Punishment is the best way to form a slave's behavior. Number 8b: Unless it's a sub's hard limit they all need regular punishment more than they realize, despite any protests.
That fucking Handbook. Almost everything I read in there both upsets me and turns me on at the same time. I swear I'll never agree to live like that. But then, after a while, the idea stays in my mind, and something changes inside me. "Um . . . " I say, starting to get nervous. Right away he picks right up on it.
"sorry, kid. I'm only toying with you. Have no intention of having you punished for anything. You're a good boy, and I'm looking forward to you showing just how good a boy you can be for me. I told you exactly what I want from you: you on your knees naked, sucking my dick then swallowing my load. Anything more than that we'll save for another time."
Another time. Hmmm. Am I allowed to refuse if he summons me again? I didn't see anything about that in the Rules.
He leads me through the showroom and into a long wide office with a couple desks and couches. The whole wall of the office facing the boats is made up of glass panels, so everything is completely open. Kind of awkward.
"Don't worry: no one will come in here." He lets me in, then closes the door and goes to sit on the couch. "Okay, boy. Strip. Right where you're standing. Take your time."
I'm getting kind of used to this now, being watched this way. It's really humiliating having to take off all my clothes in front of a complete stranger in a weird place all out in the open like this. Silently, I take off my shirt first then kick off my sneakers and pu s ll my jeans down. I go to take off my socks and he tells me to leave them on.
"Turn around. I want to watch you pull those underpants down exposing your ass to me." I do it very slowly, guessing that he'll like a show. Shit, I've pulled down my bvd's plenty of times in gym locker rooms, but never just like this, knowing full well that some man is going to be getting off on watching me expose my bare ass to him.
"Nice. Now turn around and finish so I can see your dick."
I let them fall to the ground and then kick them away. "Your mother still buy your underwear, boy?"
Blushing I have to admit it. "Yes, Sir."
"fuck. You are over 18, aren't you?"
"yes, Sir. Promise. 19. almost 20."
"Okay. Just checking. they usually don't let underage guys in the gay bars. Can't risk it. Anyway, one of us will have to take you shopping; those tighty-whities have got to go. From now on your mother won't buy your clothes; we will. Of course, it's always better for a boy like you to be naked. But enough about that." He stands up and puts his hands on his waist. "Kneel down here, open my pants and take out my dick, faggot. You want my dick, don't you, boy?"
"yes, sir. Sure do."
"Gonna suck it nice for me, kid?"
"will do my best, Sir."
"Who taught you to suck dick, boy?"
"Um, Danny from the bar and another guy named Jack, Sir." "Ah, Jack. So that's why your nipples are sore. When did he work you over?"
"Um, Thursday night, sir."
"Two nights ago. I get the picture. so suck me nicely and I won't make them hurt much. Not much more, anyway. I don't know if Jack told you, but boys like you should almost always have sore nipples."
"Never told me that, Sir."
"Well then, I'm telling you, boy. Come on, get my dick out. Show me what you can do with a hard dick. Show me how much you like to serve the D, faggot."
It's really nice and not too big. I'm kind of surprised, considering how much of a take-charge guy he is, or I guess I should just say Dom now since that's what he told me he is.
I swallow it whole then then slowly slide my mouth up to the tip, holding everything tight. "Yeah, faggot, milk my dick." he starts messing with my hair then starts moving my head up and down on his dick the way he wants. "Keep that mouth tight, boy."
We do that for a while but then he stops and pulls out of my mouth. "Have a idea, faggot. Something I think you might like." Sit back on your heels, for me. Just watch. I do so. He take hold of the buckle of his belt and with one quick move pulls it all the way out of his pants and folds it over.
I watch what he's doing. I feel really strange. Afraid but not afraid at the same time. Is he gonna hit me with that thing? Holy shit, all that talk about sailors getting flogged and boys getting punished, is he into that shit? fuck! But then I remember what Danny told me, don't be afraid to say no or to say stop. Well, here's the test. For some really weird reason, I don't wanna say no, so I guess I'll just have to find out what he's got in mind.
"I'll be gentle, I promise," he tells me. "Just wanna start breaking you in." He waits for a reaction. I just look up at him. "I see both fear and desire in those eyes, boy. Your eyes give away all your secrets. they're saying "please hit me" and `don't hurt me' both at the same time. Why don't you be a good boy and get on all fours for a while like a good sub?"
I do so and for some reason I'm really not afraid. He lays the belt across my back a couple times, light as hell, then he swings the belt and raps me across my ass and I yelp and put my hands back to rub where he hit me. He grabs both my hands and puts them up behind my back, holding them in place. "I want to give you three more of those,:" he says, and then just goes ahead and does it. I only cry out on the third one. He lets go of my hands and I rub my ass again.
"Now are you ready to give me the best blow job you've ever given anyone before, or do I have to keep whipping you?"
"No, sir, please. Just let me suck your cock?"
He sits on the couch again and takes me under my arms and pulls me over to him then pushes my head down on his dick and I suck it with long slow strokes and this is really the hottest thing I've ever done before.
"Feels different, doesn't it, boy, sucking the cock of the man who whipped your ass? Don't speak, just nod."
I nod my head emphatically yes and just keep sucking. I'm well aware that the belt is on the couch next to him. Part of me wishes he would pick it up again. I realize right then and there that part of my list of things I like will include getting spanked with a belt. After he hit my ass those few times I wanted to worship his cock even more than I did the other night when Jack made my nipples hurt. Hmmmmm...
Nothing much to report after all that. I kept sucking. He shot a load, not too big, and I swallowed it without even tasting it because he had his cock all the way in my mouth when he came. He pulled out of my mouth without making me do anything to clean him off, stood up and started getting himself put back together.
"Tell me, boy, will you be able to spend the night? I could bed us down in a real comfy stateroom on the biggest ship we have here?"
"No Sir, I'm sorry. I still live with my parents and they'd freak out if I didn't come home sooner or later."
"Well then I'll plan ahead next time, bring you on board and turn you into a galley slave for the night. Sound good, cocksucker?"
"sounds hot, Sir. Never been a slave before."
"then you're overdue. Now put your clothes back on; I'll walk you out to your car."
AS I'm getting dressed I have to wonder whether or not he'll make me stay barefoot. . . . I guess that's not his thing. Everyone has different things he likes to try. As for me, so far I like it all and can't wait to find out who's gonna train me next.
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