The next time I was at the bar I saw a hot looking advertisement on the walls. The pic was of two tough-looking men, one in a leather jacket with a leather cap on his head and the other stripped to the waist but holding a riding crop and using it to slap his other open palm. It was announcing an event at a place in the city called the "Cellblock." The event was "Leather/denim testing night: what can you handle?" Then the date and time (11 pm-11am) and a phone number.
"What can you handle?" I couldn't stop looking at it, wondering what the question meant. Some guy came and stood by me. He pointed to one of the nipples on the guy's bare chest. "Look closely. What can you notice?" I tried to see what he was getting at. I had no idea.
"That nipple has seen some work," he says to me, and the thought causes me to automatically put my fingers to my right nipple which was just about okay again. "Yours as well, I take it."
I quickly take my finger away. "Once, last week," I confessed.
"You ever been to the Cellblock?" he asked me.
"Honestly? Never been anywhere like that in the City. Have only been there a couple times."
"Sorry. I shouldn't have assumed. Shit, you're just a young pup. But somebody made you a little sore, it seems. And I suspect you would do it again."
I can't help but smile and blush at the same time, wondering if he's offering anything.
"Did you suck his dick? when he was finished with those baby nipples? I nod.
"Tell me if I'm wrong, but I have a hunch that spanking you made you suck a lot better cocksucker then before he ever touched you."
Somebody pushes he way between us to look at the poster. Rude. I use it as an excuse to go get another beer. When Danny hands it to me he says "That guy's okay. He's good for a baby like you." this is fucking awesome, having Danny keeping an eye out for me. I feel really safe. He'll put a stop to any creeps trying to get at me.
It isn't long before the guy who was toying with my mind over at the poster comes and sits on the stool next to me. Danny comes by to say hello. His name is Cab. Butch name. Only one syllable.
Danny asks him if he's planning to go to that event. "Most likely," he says. "Depends on if I find some sub to bring along or if I decide to go alone. I assume the age limit is 21. Do you know?"
"Definitely 18. A friend of mine set the whole thing up. They're trying to attract curious twinks. They have a couple of amazing ads in city bars and clubs that have a young crowd. One actually just says `It's always okay to say no.'"
I crack up when he says that. "That's exactly what you said to me last week," I said.
"Well who the hell do you think gave him the idea?" Danny says, laughing.
Cab asks "Did you tell him about the one about saying stop?" Danny nodded. "I'm kind of protective of this baby sub. Took his virginity so I feel somewhat responsible."
"DANNY!" I say, whining.
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 66: A sub has no right to privacy or to keep secrets. Number 66b: A sub's sexual history is open information.
"You should be proud, kid. Danny doesn't usually play with virgins. He must see something in you."
"It's embarrassing he told you."
"A boy like you should expect to be embarrassed, but it's good for you, kid. Helps form a healthy attitude."
"a boy like me?" Don't know if I should be offended.
"A boy who could stare at that poster over there and stroke his nipple while he's looking at it. That type of boy. A boy learning his place. A boy learning what it's like to be taken care of as well as taken control over. Care and Control. Both are always necessary."
I like that last thing he said. "Care and Control." Hmmm. I think Major was much more into control than care. And Jack? For some reason I felt care . . even when he was making me feel pain and bringing me down that path. I think I'd be more willing to be with Jack again than Major. That boatyard gave me the creeps. And being made to be on all fours like that? why do I keep thinking about it so much now?
My mind is wandering until Cab turns his stool to face me, opens his legs, and then stealthily manages to get me standing between them facing him. "It's good you've somehow earned Danny's affection and protection even though he knows that you are looking for something he doesn't get into. At least you know he'll never let you get into the hands of someone he doesn't trust. That's damn lucky for you, boy. What's your name?"
"Greg, Sir." fuck. the Sir just popped out automatically.
He moves his legs more closely together, squeezing me between them. "Was Jack the one who toyed with your nips?" I nod. He moves his legs apart and then presses them into me. "when I ask you a question, always answer me with words. Do you understand me, Greg?"
And now comes the moment of truth. This guy is really big into words. I can live with that. Plus, Danny said he'd be safe. Oh what the hell? I can always say no if I need to. "Yes, Sir. Understand. Sorry for just nodding my head before. I'm just very shy sometimes until I'm comfortable with someone."
I raise my bottle to take another drink but he puts his hand out to stop me. "How many beers have you had so far tonight?" What the fuck is this with guys keeping track of how much I drink?
"This is only my second one, Sir. And may I ask a question?"
"Of course, Greg. You can always ask me anything. As long as your mouth isn't occupied doing something else."
Fuck I like the way he talks. AND how he' s making me feel. "You're the third man who's asked about how much I'm drinking. Is that common? Is it just me for some reason?"
. . . from "Sub Protocols: Rules for bois." Number 6: Any Dom may restrict a boi's use of alcohol; Number 18: A boi must never get intoxicated.
Cab chuckles. "Good question. Yes there's a reason. When a twink gets too high or drunk his judgment is impaired. He might get into something he wouldn't be able to handle at a time when his resistance is already almost non-existent. If that happens too often, the bar will get bad publicity and twinks will stay away because word gets out that it's a dangerous place."
I think about that for a while and I'm really surprised at how wise they seem to be around here. "So not only are you protecting the um twinks, as you say, you're also protecting the bar."
"Right,. We like it the way it is here, with all you pups and twinks and baby subs hanging around like fresh fruits ready to be plucked from the stem and gobbled up for a while."
Fuck. "But in the long run, it's the baby subs like me who end up doing almost all the gobbling up."
"As it must be, boy, as it must be."
"Understood, Sir."
"Good boy. So now I have a question. When Jack had you, did he spank you before he made you suck his dick?"
"No, Sir." Right away I think of being on all fours again and fuck, I start getting hard. "Someone else did. Just a few cracks with his strap. Made me yelp once in fact."
"Were you a good cocksucker for him after he was done hitting you?"
"Yes, Sir. He told me he was impressed."
"Now all you have to do is find someone patient enough to help you explore your reactions to other types of pain. I think you're already starting to figure out that it usually goes with the territory."
"Beginning to understand, Sir. It's somewhat scary, though."
"Of course. The unknown is always scary in one way or another. Until it becomes known. It isn't just with getting spanked."
"Please don't get the wrong idea, Sir. I'm a little scared but I also realize I need someone to help me find my way, find where I belong."
"I get the idea, boy. Let me tell you what I can picture for you. Would that be okay?"
"Sure, Sir. I'd like to know. It would help me be less scared, I think."
"Indeed. We'll be somewhere nice and comfortable, maybe a living room with thick soft carpeting and soft lighting. I'll be seated on the couch with some kind of a case at my side. You'll be starj naked, on the floor in front of me, on your knees, sitting back with your legs spread so your dick and your balls are easily accessible if I want to touch them. I'll order you to keep your hands behind your back. I'll explore your body, toy with it, take possession of it, experiment with different ways of hurting and controlling you to see what you're ready for and how far you're willing to go. As always, you'll have safe words. Yellow for slow down a bit and red for stop immediately. And, at least for this time, you can always shake your head no if I try to do something that you aren't willing to let me do, not yet."
My dick is hard and leaking a bit. Good think I'm not on the floor naked before him right now. But then again, I really wish he'll make all this come true, everything he just described.
"You will suck my cock and eat my balls and since I know that Danny has already broken you in, I'll make sure to fuck you before I let you go home."
What the fuck do I do now? Just beg him? Is he really gonna do all that? Oh, I know what to say. I lower my eyes and say in a faltering voice, "Please, Sir?"
"Good boy." He takes the bottle out of my hand and puts it down. "You've had enough because you have to drive and follow me home. Then you'll give yourself to me. I'll help you find out just how far you're ready to be taken."
Without saying anything else, he walks out of the bar with me hurrying after him, and I can feel Danny looking at me and nodding his approval as I follow Cab out of the bar. He has a Jeep. (How fitting!) I follow him home in my little bug, feeling very little indeed, keeping my thoughts focused on what it will be like to be on down on the ground before him. Naked with my hands behind my back.
It's a nice looking house in a quiet neighborhood. We pull into a long driveway. there's room to park next to him in front of the house. Everything's pretty excluded. Not gonna focus on that. Don't wanna scare myself and ruin everything.
As soon as I get inside the house he orders me to strip. "Just leave everything right here by the door. You won't need any of it again until I let you leave."
Figure I should set a boundary. "I live with my folks so I have to be home eventually. It doesn't matter how late. I just have to be there in the morning when they wake up. House rule."
"I can live with that. It's for the best. Safer for you. Take everything off then get down on the ground and crawl inside to me. You already know how I you. Show me how much you want to be a good boy for me. Try to maybe make me proud of you, pup."
Pup? Wow. There's just something about the way he words things that sends thrills through me. Feelings I've never had before. I really want to be good for him, make sure he doesn't think he just wasted his time on me. Maybe this is the way a sub is supposed to think. I hope so because it sure feels right for me to think this way for some odd reason.
I just throw everything off as fast as I can then start crawling inside to him. Never crawled this way before. A variation of being on all fours but now even more humiliating because I don't even have the fucking right to stand up and walk any longer. Not now that I'm naked in front of someone I only just met tonight, on the floor at his feet, my legs spread open, my junk exposed.
I can't help but look up at him sitting there and it's the first time I realize how he's dressed in denim, a leather vest and leather cap, a thick belt around his jeans with silver studs in it.
Holy fuck. I'm on my knees totally naked under the control of a dude who's been talking to me about exploring my reactions to pain.
"Put your hands behind your back."
I obey.
"Keep them back there at all times. If you take them from behind you I'll put them in handcuffs. And keep your eyes lowered at all times. If you can't manage to do this on your own, I'll just have to blindfold you."
Sub Protocols: Rules for bois. Number 90: A slave is kept informed about the consequences of misbehavior.
I drop my eyes. The power his words have over me . . . holy shit . . ... I want to please him, I want to please him. I want to be a good sub for him.
He puts a finger to my lips. "Suck it. Show me how you promise to suck my cock."
I open my mouth and actually go down in his finger, trying to show him what a slut for cock I can be. He starts fucking me with it. He takes it out and orders me to stick out my tongue. He actually takes hold of it and pulls it out a bit more then puts it back in site my mouth but toys with my lips with his fingers now, then gets my tongue again then fucks my mouth with several fingers before taking them out and lightly slapping my face over and over.
He changes hands and slaps the other cheek several times, then one hand after the other and I actually start crying out. He stops and caresses my reddened cheek with his hand and then takes over my mouth again with one hand while his other hand reaches down and takes possession of my right nipple and slowly brings back the pain I felt last week. He toys with my nipple and it gets sore again. He keeps on slapping my face then prying my mouth open with his fingers.
He spits right into my mouth. Holy fucking shit! This should be gross but for some reason it feels hot as shit.
"Swallow, faggot!" I lock my eyes onto his and do what he just told me to do.
O.M.G. I want this I want this I want this I want this I fucking need this! Please, Sir, guide me. Please Sir, train me.
Oops! I just said the last part of all that out loud.
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