Southern Chastity

By Locked Cub

Published on Mar 15, 2021

Gay

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Southern Chastity

Chapter 10: Interviews

My Monday morning was going about as it usually did, slowly. I had a lot of things that piled up, mostly because I had let them, and I was buried in a task when my phone went off. It was a text from Sir.

"How is your first day in service to me going boy?" he said.

"It's going ok, Sir. I am proud to be in your service, but it's a slog at work. I'm buried under paperwork."

"I understand," John replied. "Strip and take a picture of me to show me that hot body."

I went over to the door and closed and latched the lock and then took my clothes off and knelt on the floor of my office and set up the camera to snap a picture with the timer. My hands were behind my back and I faced forward. After I saw it and was pleased with the focus and framing, I sent it off to Sir.

"Very good boy," John said. "Check your email after dinner tonight for a task."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

After work, I was walking back to my car when I got a call from my twin brother Steve.

"What's up, bro?" I said.

"Hey," he replied. "Not much. Work has been a bitch. They had me on call over the weekend and I had to go in to cover for some people. I'm just exhausted and its only Monday."

"I hear that," I said. "It's not been any better here, but I managed to whittle down the paperwork a bit."

"I got ya," Steve replied. "Well, I was calling to see if you wanted to come over for dinner. I'm making a chicken casserole and it would be nice to catch up."

I was tired, but I did miss seeing him, so I told him I would come over, but I could not stay too late. He asked me to pick up some beer for him and I got over to his place about 6:30 pm.

I used my key to get into his apartment and saw Steve in the kitchen with his `Kiss the Cook' apron on. He always had that on when he was in chef mode.

"Heya Matt!" Steve said. "Did you get the beer?"

"Right here," I said.

"Good," he replied. "Open one up for me."

I sat the beer on the counter and pulled one out, unscrewed the top, put it in a koozie, and handed it to him. I then moved around him and put the rest on the fridge.

"You don't want one?" he asked as I reached in for a soda.

"No," I said. "I'm just tired and I'm not in the mood."

"No worries," Steve said, "I get that."

He was still in his scrubs from the hospital. He had taken his shoes and socks off and put the apron on, but that was as far as he got. He worked in the radiology department at Emory Hospital, a job he had taken about six months prior for a lot more money than he was making at the ER at the hospital near us in Cobb County. But it did keep him busy and we did not get a chance to see each other as much.

Steve and I were identical twins. Even as we got older, it was tough to tell us apart. Sometimes I put on a bit more weight and sometimes he did, but even our beards had the same white streaks. The only real difference were some birthmarks he had on his chest, which I did not have. When we were little, it was the only way my dad was able to determine who was who.

As much as we were the same, we were very different. Yes, we were both gay and had similar tastes in men, but he always excelled in the biological sciences and I hated them. I did well in the natural sciences and history, and he hated that. I was fine in an office doing a desk job and he was happier on his feet in a hospital. He liked playing football in high school and I was the band geek. I liked quiet vacations on the beach, and he did destination ones that involved adventure.

These differences also came into play in our sex lives. He was all dominant and nearly always a top and I tended to be mostly a subby bottom. He had had a few girlfriends in high school and fucked quite a few after but thought of himself as mostly gay. I had never been with a woman and never had any interest in doing so. But, mostly, he was the secure one with his sexuality and I was the one that always had issues growing up. Thus, he was my bigger brother that was always there for me even though we were only separated by a few minutes in age.

They say twins have a sixth sense when it comes to each other. That you can tell when one is sad, or something is up. That was true for us in a way, and I think Steve intuitively knew something was different about me. That was pretty much confirmed when I took off my dress shirt to help him with the cooking and he saw the collar around my neck.

"Wait a moment," Steve said, pointing with a spoon in his hand. "That is new."

"Yeah," I hesitated, trying to determine how this was going to go.

Steve leaned in and read the silver tag on my collar.

"Chastity sub?" Steve asked, totally surprised. "What the hell does that mean?"

"It means I'm wearing a chastity device," I said. "And it means I have started to train under a guy to learn more about being a sub."

Steve just stood and stared at me for a moment. I think he was trying to determine what to say, but the words were escaping him.

"Don't be freaked out please," I said. "I just did this yesterday, so I am just getting used to it myself."

Steve turned to finish putting things in a pan and placed it in the oven. He then turned around and grabbed his beer and took a swig, leaning on the counter opposite of me.

"So, tell me how you met this guy," Steve said.

I explained the past two weeks in as much detail as I could. I told him about playing with Chris and Rick and how I met John. I told him about the trial session and then the contract and the collaring ceremony yesterday afternoon. The whole time he sat there and just drank his beer without much emotion. I was having trouble reading him for one of the first times in my life.

When I finished, Steve spoke. "Well, that is definitely quite the tale. I've always known you were much more subordinate, but I know you can be vulnerable at times too. Please just be careful, that is all I ask."

"I will bro," I said, relieved that he was being ok with this. "I want this. I want to challenge myself and push my boundaries and I trust Sir. I also really like my sub brothers as well."

Steve shook his head and smiled a bit. "Sir, huh? Sub brothers? You really are into this. Ok, you gotta show me the cage. I mean, come on."

I blushed a bit and unzipped my pants to show him the chastity cage. Growing up we had just about the same size penis, though his was a bit longer and girthier than mine. Knowing what I had and seeing it all packed in a small package shocked Steve a bit.

"Damn bro!" Steve said. "Better you than me. I could never do that."

I zipped my pants back up and said, "Meh, I'm still learning to get used to it."

"Well, just promise me you will talk to me if anything seems weird," he said.

"Oh, I will," I said, and I pointed at the stove. "Now, you better stir that mac and cheese before it burns."

After dinner, we chatted a bit more, but I was ready to get home and I knew I needed to check my email for a message from Sir. I gave Steve a hug and we parted ways and I got back to my apartment at about 8:30 pm.

Once I entered and had stripped all my clothes off and folded and put them next to the door, I went over to the couch and opened up my computer. I had one email from Sir that came in about an hour ago.


Boy,

One of the first tasks I have new boys that train with me perform is to interview one of my graduated subs and their master. I talked to my friend Greg and he said he and his boy Dan had already met you. I have set up an appointment for you to meet them both at Greg's home tomorrow evening. You are to arrive there at 7 pm and do not be late.

In preparation for this meeting, you need to review the attached form. I expect you to have this completed and submitted back to me via email tomorrow evening after you arrive back home from Greg's home.

Remember, you are now one of my boys and a reflection of me. Be respectful. You will strip when you enter his home and fold your clothes and put them to the side just as you do in your home and here. You will address Greg as Sir and while Dan is a sub boy, he has graduated from my service, so he is the alpha sub, and you are the beta. You will show deference to him if he asks you to do anything.

Have a good day tomorrow and I look forward to your report.

Sir


I had forgotten to message Dan to tell him that I had accepted Sir's collar and service contract. I decided to text him after I finished reading the email and confirm I would be at his master's place tomorrow.

"Looking forward to speaking to you again," Dan replied. "If you have the ability to record voice, I suggest recording our conversations with your phone and then writing it up after when you get home. That is what I did, and it was a lot less of a hassle."

"That's a great idea," I replied. "I can definitely do that."

Dan sent me the address for tomorrow evening and told me to be sure to eat before I arrived and then wished me a good evening. After I put my phone down, I opened up the attachment Sir had referenced.


INTAKE INTERVIEW

Questions for the Sub

  1. What made the sub decide to enter into the training contract with Sir John? 2. What were the sub's most challenging aspects to their training? 3. What was a low point the sub faced and how did he overcome this? 4. How did the sub grow over the year of his training? 5. What advice does the sub have for the trainee during his contract period? 6. How did the sub find his master? 7. What has the sub found most challenging as a graduated and collared sub? 8. How does the sub define his role with his master? 9. Where does the sub see himself in ten years' time?

Questions for the Master

  1. How did the master hear about Sir John and his sub training program? 2. What aspects of the training program have proved most valuable for his collared sub? 3. What does the master look for in a sub? 4. What responsibilities does the master have for his sub? 5. How does the master define his role over the sub? 6. What advice does the master have for the trainee?

It all appeared to be pretty good interview questions designed to help me understand why Dan came to be where he is now, but also what Greg was looking for and how he and Dan interact. I was looking forward to the session and would be interested to see how things played out.

For now, though, I was tired. So, I propped my feet up on the table and played some video games to unwind and then got ready for bed. The night before I actually slept through the night and only woke up once briefly from where my balls had caught in the cage a bit. I was really adapting quickly to the cage and looking forward to when I could sleep without a break.

Tuesday went by pretty quickly. I had to go to the bathroom a few times to adjust my cage, but I was doing ok. My amazon order of the strap to help support the cage showed it would be in later in the week, so I figured that would help a lot. However, I was leaking precum a bit in the cage. When I sat a certain way in my chair, pressure hit my balls and it stimulated me to the point where I would start to dribble. I had grabbed a sock on the way out the door in the morning and had put that in my pants to help and that seemed to keep me from making wet spots in my pants, but I needed to figure out a better solution.

By the end of the workday, I had things pretty squared away, so I left a few minutes early to grab some dinner on the way home and still have time to change into casual clothes before going over to Greg and Dan's place.

The address I was driving to was in Sandy Springs, on the northside of Atlanta, but traffic is a bit of a nightmare, so I was really worried I would be late. Fortunately, I knew some shortcuts taking some of the side streets and I pulled up to their gated community with just a few minutes to spare. I buzzed their number and the gate opened and let me in. I took the road around and found their two-story condo on the second street to my left and I pulled into their driveway.

After I walked up the steps to the door and knocked, it opened to reveal Dan. All he had on was a jockstrap that supported his chastity cage, clearly visible in the white mesh, and his collar.

"Great to see you again Matt!" he said.

"Good to see you as well!" I replied.

When I entered, I took off all my clothes down to my cage and collar and folded them on top of my shoes next to the front door. I held on to my phone so I could record the interview tonight, but I put it on silent mode.

"It's really good to see that collar on you, Matt," Dan said. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," I said. "And thanks for talking to me at the bar the other day. It really put my mind at ease and helped me make my decision."

"I am glad I could help," Dan said. "Come with me."

Dan led me through the living room and into the kitchen in the back. It was a small place, but nice. The living room was in front and there was a small half bath on the left as you walked down the hall. In the back was the kitchen and dining area with a nice deck off the back. A staircase went up to the left when you walked in the front door and at the top was a landing that led to two bedrooms, one in the front and one in the back, and a full bathroom in the middle.

Greg was in the kitchen sitting at the table with some coffee reading the news on his iPad when I entered. He had on a tank top and was wearing some pajama bottoms and was in his bare feet.

"Nice to see you again, boy," Greg said looking up at me. "You look much better in the cage and with a collar."

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

Dan sat down opposite of Greg and pointed to the floor next to the wall.

"You can sit there," Dan said. "Sir does not allow subs in training on any of the furniture."

I got on the floor and sat cross-legged and looked up at Greg.

"So, how are you feeling about everything so far, boy?" Greg asked.

"It has been good so far," I said. "I am just getting started, but I am spending time memorizing all the rules and learning what is expected of me."

Greg finished off the last of his coffee and then said, "That is good. You need to know your place and how to behave. Dan here learned very quickly from what I understand. I hope you learn a lot from him."

Greg stood up and then turned to look down at me.

"I am going up to relax a bit. You can interview Dan down here. When you are done, Dan will show you upstairs and we can continue the conversation there."

"Thank you, Sir," I said as he turned to leave.

Dan got up after Greg left and took his cup and saucer from the table and went to the sink and washed them and put them back up in the cabinet. He then got the coffee pot and cleaned it out too. When he was done, he went back over to the table and sat down turning the chair to face me.

"I hope you are not nervous," Dan said. "I know I was when I did my interview when I was starting out. Like I told you before, I want to help if I can, so please feel free to be open and honest."

"Thanks a lot," I said.

I pulled out my phone and turned on the recording and then pulled up the questions that I to ask Dan.

"First question," I said. "What made you decide to enter into the training contract with Sir John?

Dan sat back in the chair and thought for a second. "Well, I grew up outside of Memphis in a place called Germantown. It wasn't too bad, but definitely not an open place if you are gay and into kinks, for sure. I attended the University of Memphis out of high school and that is where I had my first experiences with guys. I would answer ads on craigslist or meet people on campus through friends and I felt myself drawn to men that would dominate me. It was a huge turn on. When I neared graduation though, I really wanted to get out of town."

He paused and scratched his chest before continuing.

"So, I started looking at craigslist ads that were in other cities and I talked to folks on social media sites catered to the BDSM community. That is when I ran across the ad that Sir John had put up stating he would have an opening for a boy in his training program. It was a pretty detailed ad with a lot of what was in the contract we signed, and I was really drawn to it. I reached out to him and after a few phone interviews, he flew me here to Atlanta for a few days for a trial run and I stayed in his pool house out back. It went well and he agreed to take me on. He also got me set up with a job here locally as well, so I was able to start the training that September in 2013 after I graduated."

"So, you really started fresh here then," I said.

"Yeah," said Dan. "But I do not regret it. It was a great experience for me."

"Along those lines," I said, "What were some challenging aspects of the training and did you have any low points you had to overcome?"

Dan crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his head back on the wall.

"Oh, I faced a lot of challenges," he said. "I mean, first off I was young, I was only 22 at the time and so green when it comes to sexual experiences. My sub brothers Ryan and Hunter were older and much more experienced. But they helped me a lot and I think the biggest issue I had was being willing to fully trust and be open to Sir John's training, requests, and guidance. I was hesitant a lot at first and made a lot of mistakes, but I grew quickly."

Dan looked down at me and said, "one good piece of advice is to know that he has your best interests at heart and to do what he asks without question. Open yourself up to new experiences, it will be worth it. Trust your sub brothers and rely on them to help you through. Hunter was the elder brother for me when I joined and he was my rock I relied on in many instances in my first three months, especially being a new kid to the city."

"So how did you grow over your year of training and what other advice do you have for me?" I asked.

"Oh, I made leaps and bounds of progress I would say. I'll admit, I rapidly evolved into a bit of a pig, sexually," Dan said with a laugh, groping his cage under his jock a bit as he thought.

"But I really learned to crave seeing the satisfaction and pleasure that comes over a guy when you are servicing him. Hearing them grunt and growl when they are breeding you, seeing the pleasure on their face when you suck a load out of them, knowing they are relaxed and well taken care of as you clean up the house or give them a massage, these are intoxicating for me and I really look to please men like my Sir wherever and whenever I can."

He leaned on his legs and faced me and said, "that is the biggest advice I have for you. Learn to enjoy that as well and you will be a much better sub."

Dan stood and walked over to get a glass of water and then returned to sit at the table.

"Well, the next questions involve your Sir, Greg. How did you find your master and what is most challenging as a graduated and collared sub? Also, how would you define your role in the house and where do you see yourself in, say, ten years?"

"Humm," Dan said as he sipped his water and leaned back in the chair again.

"Well I met Sir at one of Sir John's parties. He took a liking to me pretty quick and was fucking the hell out of me one holiday party. Later, he asked to borrow me and Sir John agreed and we had some trial sessions here at his house where he determined if I would be a good fit for him."

Dan leaned down to face me again.

"I found him very attractive and really loved the way he treated me and the things he wanted me to do for him, but there were challenges. He has specific boundaries he sets with a sub. We are not romantic, and this is not a normal boyfriend or partner relationship. I am his sub and I am here for his pleasure and to keep the house clean. I would not say I am a slave, because I am allowed to have my own life and see other people, for instance, but Sir is my primary focus. That was very tough for me at first, especially after I was collared, because I initially wanted more of a close relationship with him, but over the past six months, I have found my place and I am happy."

"And where do you see yourself in ten years?" I asked.

"Hopefully still serving Sir," Dan said. "And, of course, any partner or partners he ends up having. He has also discussed getting a bigger place one day and taking in another sub, so I might be the alpha sub one day too. But, if he decides to let me go in the future, I will likely seek out a similar arrangement. This is something that makes me happy."

I stopped the recoding on the phone and looked up at Dan.

"Thanks so much," I said. "This has been great so far."

"Well," said Dan, "then it is time you go up and see Sir then."

Dan went over and rinsed and washed the glass he had been using and then dried and put it away, then he told me to get up and I followed him back into the living room and up the staircase. At the top of the landing, he told me to wait and he went into the back bedroom to talk to Greg and let him know I was ready to interview him.

Dan came back out after a few moments and said, "he is ready for you. Go in and stand to the right of the door near the wall. I will be downstairs when you are done."

Dan squeezed my shoulder and then returned downstairs.

I walked across the hall to the bedroom which was lit by two lamps in the back on either side of a large king-sized bed which provided the room with a warm glow. On the bed Greg was sitting with one leg outstretched and the other bent. He was propped up on several pillows and had been reading something on his iPad, which he put away. He was completely naked, and a large soft cock was nestled in a bush of dark hair with a trail of light fur that ran up his muscular chest. He had one arm behind his head and the hair from his arm pit was matted a bit.

I have to admit, my nub started to swell as much as it could in the cage and a bead of precum started to form, which I felt and grabbed and swallowed really quickly as I stood next to the door against the wall facing him.

"How did the interview with my boy go Matt?" Greg asked me.

"Very good, Sir," I said. I could feel another dribble forming at the end of my nub as the head started to squeeze between the bars of the cage.

"Looks like you are a leaker there," Greg said, noticing my swollen nub and the large drop forming.

"Yes, Sir. I always have been," I said as I reached down and collected and swallowed the precum again.

"That is normal, do not worry," Greg said. "So, what questions do you have for me boy?"

I looked at my phone and turned the recording on again and then looked at the questions I had for him.

"First off," I said. "How did you hear about Sir's training program and what aspects have you noted as being valuable for Dan?"

"Well, John and I have known each other for a long time. We train at the same gym with your friend Rick as well. So, I have been to his house many times, I have seen many of his subs and attended parties where they have serviced me. However, Dan caught my eye. Apart from his wonderful ass, which is a great pleasure to fuck, he really has a good attitude and is very attuned to my needs. He often is doing something before I ask him to, and he never backs away from me when I ask him to do something new. I have found that John's program really helps to produce well-rounded subs that are experienced in so many techniques and fetishes and yet are moldable and follow rules without question."

Hearing a pause in his answer, I asked, "and what do you look for in a sub? How do you define your roles and what responsibilities do you have for him?"

"I do like younger boys," Greg said. "That is just one of the things that turns me on. But I have had older boys in the past as well. I basically look for a well-disciplined boy that is self-sufficient yet ready to meet my needs. He also needs to understand that I am not looking for a partner or a boyfriend. I want a servant for the house and to bring me pleasure, but also one that will serve those that I date and bring in the house as well. As a dom, I define myself as the one in charge. This is my household and my needs come first. I treat my sub with respect, but his needs are secondary to mine. He can have autonomy, but it cannot infringe on my expectations or things I want to see done, for instance."

"And what advice would you have for me?" I asked.

"Learn everything you can boy," he said. "Explore as many kinks as John can expose you to. Seek out opportunities to practice with other men and learn to be the best sub you can be. Become a sub that can anticipate what a dom needs and be there to provide it. Most importantly, respect the men you serve and draw pleasure from the service you provide."

I turned off the recording and said, "Thank you. That is good advice."

"I know you are just starting out boy," Greg said, "but I can see you have the raw talent and attitude you need to progress. I'll be honest, Rick, John and I talked about you at the gym yesterday and John is looking forward to molding you into a better sub."

I blushed a bit and said, "Thank you, Sir."

"John also said you know how to give good head as well," Greg said as he got up and moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

He started to stroke his cock, which started to grow.

"Kneel before me boy and pleasure me," Greg said.

I put my phone on the floor and walked over and knelt in front of the large man. His cut cock was long and thick and glistened as a bead of precum formed at its tip. I reached up to grab the base of his shaft and pulled my thumb under his balls into his bush. I then placed the head of his cock in my mouth and slowly started to lick and suck, savoring the sweet taste of his juices.

Greg grabbed some pillows and put them behind the small of his back and leaned back on his arms and looked down at me.

"That's a good boy," he said. "I want you to savor a real man's cock."

I started to go down on him and use my hands to move up and down on his shaft as well. I licked down the length of him and put my nose deep in his bush and smelled his musk. It was pungent but intoxicating. My nub was straining so much it cut off the ability for any precum to come out.

I took in one of his balls and rolled it around with my tongue and did the same to the other. They were massive and I bet could breed a boy well. Greg was moaning while I did this and reached down and grabbed the back of my head, forcing me back into his crotch again.

"You like that scent don't you boy?" Greg said.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"It's a man's scent," Greg said rubbing his crotch over my beard and marking it. "You'll be wearing it home boy."

He let me get back on his cock and I continued to work his shaft with my hands and mouth. I adjusted my head a little bit so I could try to get more of it in my mouth, but I was struggling. I continued to fondle and sniff his crotch as much as I could.

This went on for about ten to fifteen minutes. He would occasionally tell me to back off and would grab his cock and slap its entire length on my face. Sometimes a little rope of precum and spit would fly over my head and face, landing in my hair and beard. Then he would force me back on him and I would continue.

Eventually he grabbed my head and shoved me down as much as I could go. His thick cock filled my whole mouth and his head hit the back of my throat and made me cough just as he erupted and cum started spewing down my throat, up my nose and out onto my beard. He kept cumming too. It seemed to last forever and was running down my beard and onto the fur on my chest. I struggled to breathe a bit.

When he finally came down off his orgasm, he pulled my head off and I gasped for air. I was covered in his cum and musk. He reached down and used his fingers to feed me some of the cum on my face and then he rubbed the rest into my beard and chest hair. He squeezed the last out of his softening cock and fed it to me as well.

"Very well done, boy," Greg said. "John and Rick were not kidding when they said you knew how to orally please a dom."

"Thank you, Sir!" I said with a grin.

Greg put the pillows back at the headboard and moved back to his original position.

"You may go now boy," Greg said.

"Thank you, Sir," I said.

I started to get up and I felt my nub move. The head had swelled so much in the tight space it was in that it squeezed the urethra completely closed and trapped a large amount of precum deep inside me. When I went to get up, the movement caused the tube to reopen and at least a teaspoon of precum came flowing out of my nub. I was able to grab it just in time before it hit the floor and collect it all in my hands and swallow it.

Greg was watching as I was doing this and smiled. I then turned and reached down to grab my phone and headed downstairs.

Dan was in the living room when I came down. He saw the matted chest hair I had and the bits of dried cum in my beard.

"Looks like you had a successful interview there," he said with a grin.

"Yeah," I said with a slight laugh. "I guess you could say that. He marked me pretty well. I can still taste and smell him."

"His scent is intoxicating, Dan said. "I'm a lucky boy to serve him."

Dan looked down and saw some last bits of precum dripping of my cage. He reached down and grabbed it and licked his fingers.

"Apparently you got a little leaky too!" he said with a grin.

I blushed a bit. "Yeah, that is pretty common for me."

"Just wait till you are in permanent chastity," Dan said with a chuckle. "You will be constantly leaking."

I turned to put my clothes on and head back home. After I put my shoes on, he leaned in to hug me.

"As I said before, feel free to reach out anytime. I'm glad to help," he said.

"I appreciate it," I said as we embraced.

I turned to leave and headed back out to the car. As I got in, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw the state of my beard. You could tell I had just been coated with a load. It was a good thing I just had to head home. But I did not mind it at all.

Once I got back home, I came in and stripped down and went over to my computer to type up everything and send it off to Sir. It was a good day, I thought.

Next: Chapter 11


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