The Book Club--The Lords of Discipline ------------------------------------------------------------ Totally fictitious, any names, places, etc. purely coincidental. Straight, gay, lesbian, BDSM, chastity it's all here. Third chapter in 'The Book Club' series. If you are enjoying this series, please consider a donation to Nifty. ------------------------------------------------------------ "OK, Señor Jones, está completo."
Maria had released the constraints securing Jack to the grooming table and he climbed down off it with a sigh. He pulled on his robe and headed out to find Lisa.
"Oh, all done Jack?" she said brightly as he entered the kitchen where she was making tea.
"Yep, all done" he replied, looking in the fridge for a cold drink.
"Well, let me have a look."
Jack had grabbed a YooHoo and started drinking it as he turned to his wife and dropped the robe.
"Very nice," Lisa exclaimed, "you look great."
"Yeah, easy for you to say, you didn't just have your balls and ass waxed."
"Oh, poor baby," she cooed as she massaged his scrotum, "besides, you only had the bottom of your balls waxed." Lisa didn't like Jack to be shaved like a pre-pubescent boy, preferring a nice trim of his pubes, retaining the furry 'honey trail' of hair leading from the base of his pecs down to his groin and leaving just a layer of peach fuzz on his balls--except for the bottom of his scrotum, that she liked baby-butt smooth.
"I need to leave soon, so let's get you ready."
She grabbed her tea and Jack followed her to his bedroom. She went to his cage drawer and made her selection.
"Oh no, not the 'Master Blaster'!" he cried. The cage she had chosen was the largest one he owned and it was more of a full-blown chastity belt than a cock cage. He had named it the 'Master Blaster' after the codpiece worn by the giant that Mad Max has to fight in 'Beyond Thunderdome'. Lisa thought it was cute how he had named all his cages.
"Sorry Jack, you know I am leaving for Toronto and I don't want you playing with yourself until after I hand you over to Jake."
Jack looked at the floor knowing she had him. The lovemaking session they had a week ago had been, well, exceptional. They had a great meal, champagne, danced on the patio and then made torrid love, multiple times. Then Lisa had told him that his next release wouldn't be until he was at Jake's, if at all. Jack was so frustrated he was ready to cry, but he knew that it wouldn't do any good.
This last week had been hell for him and it was as if Lisa had been getting him ready to go off to war. The next morning after their love session, and she had even let him sleep in her bed that night, he was turned over to their personal trainer, Melissa, who began a bootcamp week with him that had only ended a few hours ago when he was groomed by Maria.
The training that Melissa put him through was intense and he pretty much spent the week wearing only a jockstrap. The only time he left the house was on the runs she ran him on around the estate. She had control of everything he ate, she watched him when he took shits and then examined what he left in the toilet. Four times a day she gave him various supplements and at night he slept restrained naked and spread-eagled to his bed. Each morning Melissa would come in and wake him with a half-hour long ball massage, his morning wood achingly erect until she let him loose so he could pee. It was murder.
Jack had to admit that whatever supplements Melissa gave him, along with the intense workouts, had an effect. He felt energized and vibrant and had clearly lost fat even though his weight had not changed. It hadn't been all bad, after a long day she had him do laps in the pool and then a session in the hot tub. This was followed by a deep massage, the first two or three days being incredibly painful, but later very relaxing and therapeutic for him. After dinner he read "The Lords of Discipline" by Pat Conroy, which was the reading for the upcoming Book Club, before she put him to bed.
Lisa crouched and fastened the belt onto Jack, looping the crotch-strap up under his groin, pushing the attached plug into his anus and snapping the whole thing shut, the lock being at the back of the belt.
Jack grunted and then grabbed the huge front piece to adjust its position on his waist. He also thought about how contained he was. He could pee, but it would dribble all over from a small slot at the base of the metal pouch, but he could not take a shit. He was completely at the mercy of whoever had the key. Then Lisa attached the key necklace around his neck.
"I'm trusting you, Jack, to turn this key over to Jake when you get to his place."
Jack was shocked, he had never been allowed to wear one of his keys, but now he was anxious to get going to Jake's apartment.
"Get dressed," Lisa said, "I'll bring the car around. Don't forget your pack."
Lisa had laid out a T-shirt, a pair of jeans, his sneakers and some socks for him next to his knapsack. Jake was explicit on what he was to wear and to bring, just some extra briefs, a jockstrap and his toiletry items. He pulled the T-shirt on and wiggled into the 501s, the belt made his bulge huge, but there was nothing he could do about it.
He fingered the key at his neck gingerly and wondered how fast he could get out of the strap, pull one off and then get back in. Then he thought better of it, pulled the knapsack over his shoulder and went out the front door to where Lisa was waiting.
He slid into the front seat of her Maybach and the door shut with a soft click.
"You were thinking that you might get the belt off and wank, weren't you honey?" she asked with a knowing smile as she guided the sedan down the driveway to the gate.
"Yes, ma'am, I considered it, but only for a moment," he replied brightly.
"Jack, Jack, Jack, what am I going to do with you?" she laughed and then reached over to give his bulge a few knocks with her fist making a muted clunking sound each time.
"Well, for one thing you are turning me over to Jake and I don't know where that will go," he replied dejectedly.
"Good grief, Jack, you know exactly where it is going to go. If I recall, a month ago you seemed quite willing to have him redden your ass with his...what was that he called it?"
"The Whistler," Jack said quietly.
"I think you'll have a good time, sort of like you are going off to camp," she told him.
"What was all that business between him and Ian, anyway?" Jack asked, not wanting to change the subject, but he had wanted to ask her about it.
"Well," Lisa replied, "That's complicated. Ian is...well, he's one of Jake's gimps."
"Gimp? What's a gimp?"
Lisa giggled, "A gimp is a man that another man, a top, and you know what that is don't you?" Jake nodded. Lisa continued, "The top puts the gimp into a full body suit, usually latex or rubber, and then does BDSM things to him, locks him in a box, breath control, all sorts of things. I'll add that it isn't just a gay thing, dominatrixes have gimps as well."
Jack was a bit put off from hearing this, he had no idea that Ian had a weird fetish like this, then he asked nervously, "Is that what Jake is going to do to me? Make me a gimp?"
"Oh no," Lisa laughed, "He's going to make you his boy, in fact, from what I saw at the party, you already are. He may do some puppy play with you as well, but he won't gimp you. You are what leathermen call an Otter, and Jake," she continued, "Is clearly an Alpha Bear."
She almost seemed, Jack thought, to say "Alpha Bear" almost wistfully, and he knew that she had a past with Jake that was clear at the party.
"Jake was once a cub, and what a cub he was!" she said with a sigh.
"You knew Jake that long ago?" Jack asked innocently.
"Watch yourself!" she chided, and at that point he knew why she had married him, he was her cub.
Lisa had pulled over to the sidewalk, saying "This is the turn for the airport, you can walk the rest of the way to Jake's."
Jack looked at Lisa, his eyes wide, "You are coming back for me, aren't you?"
"Oh you poor dear," Lisa said, touching Jack's face, "Of course I am coming back for you, I love you." She leaned over and pulled his head to hers, kissing him deeply.
She pulled away, "Now get going and try to behave!"
"I love you too, Lisa" Jack said as he got out of the car.
As she pulled away, Jack realized how much he loved her. Yes, she was older and almost more a strict mother rather than a wife, but he still loved her. He headed towards Jake and Ian's apartment building with a spring in his step.
Just like the last time he went to Jakes, he received a lot of catcalls from the men in the neighborhood and when he was almost to the apartment building a huge leather top who had been leaning up against the wall stepped into his path.
"Well, what's a cute young pup like you doing out and about all alone?" he asked.
Jack was stopped in his tracks, the man was the quintessential leather top. Storm trooper officer's hat, weathered face with a trim, white beard, a skin-tight brown leather shirt with a harness that framed his upper chest, the shirt tucked tightly into work jeans with calf length polished boots.
"Sir," Jack said respectfully, "I'm on my way to a friends place."
The man moved closer, grabbing Jack by both biceps. "You ARE a perfect boy, why don't you come with me instead?"
Suddenly the man dropped his hands away and stepped back with a frightened look.
"Because he's MY BOY, Bruce. Back off before I hurt you" Jack heard Jake's booming voice behind him.
Bruce backed away, clearly unnerved. "But...but he's not wearing a collar, Jake."
"Oh, I'll be fixing that soon enough." Jake put his hands on Jack's shoulders and spun him around, and then gave him a bear hug that took his breath away.
"How are you boy?" he boomed.
"I'm good, Sir, thank you." Jake said, catching his breath. Jake put his huge arm around Jack's shoulders and said, "C'mon, we need to get you collared before any more of these low-life try to grab you."
Jake gave a dirty look over his shoulder at Bruce, who moved slowly backward and away from the two of them. "That's a fine boy you got there Jake," he said cautiously as he slinked away.
Jake and Jack went into Jake's building and up to his apartment. When they were inside Jake ordered Jack to strip and he did so without hesitation.
"As perfect as I remembered," Jake said, looking Jack over as he stood at attention in front of him. Jake took the key necklace off of Jack, spinning him around so that he could remove the belt. Jack's cock was already hard and now it sprung free.
"Whoooo boy, that's quite a boner you have there. When did your lady last let you get off?"
"A week ago, Sir!" Jack sighed, relieved to be free of the belt.
"I see," said Jake, roughly rolling Jack's balls in his hand, "we'll have to see if you can earn a cum or not."
"I hope so, Sir," Jack replied.
"Come over here, I have a present for you." Jack followed Jake into the kitchen and saw a polished stainless steel band lying on the counter. "Lisa had this shipped here for you along with some other kit, I hope it fits" the huge top said as he took the heavy collar and snapped it around Jack's neck. "You know she won't let anyone put anything on you that isn't custom made," Jake explained, "this one came from some guy in Germany. It's the most perfect collar I have ever seen and I can't wait to show you off in it tonight."
The collar did fit perfectly and had brass rings attached to the front and back. Jack wasn't quite sure how it was removed, it appeared seamless and he knew that he would be wearing it at least until Book Club. He also knew that Dr. Engerschwanz was who made it and it would not come off without the key.
Jake led him down the hall and into an expansive bedroom with floor to ceiling windows and a huge poster bed against one wall. The bed was made and Jack could see various items laid out on it. Jake motioned towards the items, "Put those on," and Jack complied. There was a black leather posture harness that covered his shoulders and looped under his armpits, with a folded over collar like on a shirt. In the huge mirror on the far wall he could see that his cub collar rode smartly just above the collar of the harness. Then there was a thick leather jock with two huge snaps at the top of the pouch with finger posts so that it could be snapped off without removing the butt straps. Lastly, there were black leather boots to match the harness and jock.
He put the gear on and Jake smiled approvingly. One last thing boy. Jake was holding a black leather bow tie that he fastened around Jack's neck over the stainless collar.
Jack stood again at attention while Jake looked him over, giving a low whistle of approval.
"Go on out to the kitchen boy and get yourself something to eat while I get dressed, the bathroom is down the hall if you need it."
Jack said, "Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir" and headed back towards the kitchen. The fridge was full of food and Jack grabbed a roast chicken leg and a bottled water, he didn't want to overdo it because he knew it would be a long night. He also knew he was starving and made short work wolfing down the leg, took a swig of the water and then went into the bathroom off the kitchen.
He pulled the jock off and sat down on the toilet, more to take a break than anything else, but after he peed he started rubbing his balls, balls that had not had release in a week and had been aching for days. Before he knew it he was pumping his erect cock like no tomorrow and that's when the door opened.
"Boy, that was a big mistake," Jake said, standing in the doorway in his full leathers. He did not look pleased.
"But, Sir!" Jack said weakly, quickly turning red with embarrassment at being caught wanking. "No buts boy, get out here!" Jake ordered.
Jack bent down to grab the jock, but Jake stopped him with "Forget the jock, I want you bare assed!"
Jake went out to the living room and Jack followed, his head hanging in remorse. Jake sat down in his huge leather chair and motioned to Jack. "Over the knees, boy." Jack took the position, his butt up and exposed for what he knew was coming.
"Now boy," Jake explained, one reason you are here is the need for discipline and discipline is what you are going to get. What you are going to have right now is just the warm up, later we're going to tan your ass proper, but for now this will have to do." With that he brought his hand down smartly on Jacks tight butt and Jack jumped with the force. Then he started spanking Jack with a ferocity Jack had never known. Jack jumped and squirmed but Jake held him firmly with one huge hand on his neck. After ten or so swats Jack's ass was getting seriously red and Jack pleaded, "Please Sir, I'm sorry Sir," but that did not stop Jakes hand. After twenty swats Jack was crying and begging Jake to stop, but the big man didn't let up until Jack's ass was glowing red with heat.
"All right boy, get that jock back on and go stand in the corner, hands on your head, until I am ready to go," Jake commanded.
Jack sniffed, climbed slowly off of Jake's lap, pulled the jock back on gingerly and went over to the corner that Jake had indicated. Jake was pleased at the whole incident because Lisa had told him that it would not be long until Jack screwed up. Jake liked taking a boy to the club with a red ass--everyone would know what happened.
Jack didn't know what to think, in fact, he had a hard time thinking with the sharp fire on his butt cheeks. He was mortified that he had done what he did and was resolved to not listen again to his cock calling out for relief.
After about ten minutes Jake said, "C'mon boy, let's go!" Jack turned around, head down and followed Jake out the front door. Jake turned to him, "I don't believe in leashes boy. You will walk behind me and to my right, you will speak only when spoken to...and, hold your head up and show everyone you are proud to be my boy!"
"Yes, Sir!" Jack brightened and stood taller. Again he felt good to be under the control of Jake.
The leather bar was a block from where Jake's apartment was and Jack didn't feel self-conscious at all wearing the harness and leather jock since he was with Jake. There were a lot of leathermen, boys, pups and even a few gimps on leashes as they approached the bar. As they entered Jack was assailed by the heavy odor of testosterone and leather, man musk and semen. He saw Bruce over by the bar and as they approached he stood up and said to Jake, "Look man, I'm sorry about the thing with your boy, can I buy the two of you a drink?"
"That would help patch things up," Jake said gruffly. "Whiskey...and a beer for Jack here."
"You are one fine looking boy," Bruce said to Jack as they waited for their drinks, "and your master is second to none."
"Thank you, Sir," Jack said respectfully to Bruce as Jake handed him his beer. Jack was amazed at the different men in the place and stood behind Jake as he sat talking with Bruce at the bar. He also got the feeling that Jake was some sort of leather royalty as various tops came up to him to pay respects and comment on Jack. Jake enjoyed showing Jack's red ass to each of them, laughing and giving him a smack every so often to keep the color up. Jack didn't mind, he was feeling good just with the whole zeitgeist of the moment. His cock was straining at the confines of the leather jock and he wondered if he might get the chance to get off soon.
Jack had been standing while Jake sat on a barstool talking with the various men who came into the bar. After a bit Jack noticed that there was what looked to be a wooden toilet seat lid folded up against the front of the bar. Jake saw him looking at it and said "Where are my manners?" and reached down and flipped the seat out. "Sit," he commanded and Jack gratefully sat down, the heat on his rear having finally dissipated. Then Jake explained, "We call these 'cub seats' for the obvious reason, no boy should be sitting while his top is standing nor should he be sitting equal or above his top." Jack marveled at the complexity of the leather lifestyle and was given a parade of participants and lessons on it as he sat with Jake.
"What is it boy?" Jake asked, seeing a look on Jack's face that told him the cub wanted to ask a question.
"Well Sir," Jack stammered, almost afraid to ask his question, "I was just wondering if there was going to be some sort of show or event."
Suddenly Jake roared with laughter, causing many of the men standing about to look over towards them. Immediately Jack regretted asking.
"You ARE the show, Jack," Jake laughed, using his name, then adding, "we're also waiting on someone."
Jack took another sip of his beer, his second of the evening, and wondered what that was going to be like. He didn't have to wait long.
"Jake, you sorry bastard!" he heard a voice boom from near the entrance to the bar. Jake stood up and Jack immediately followed.
"I'm not the one who's mother was a whore," Jake boomed back as Jack looked at who he was talking to--a huge mountain of a black man, easily the size of Jake, but rippling with far more muscle, if that was possible. He was wearing short leather pants and what looked to be long-laced leather wrestling boots. He also sported a complex harness that looped and twisted around his bulging brawn. He angrily rushed towards Jake and Jake did the same and as they came thundering together they...kissed. A deep, growly kind of kiss like Jack had never seen. There was a cheer from the crowd in the bar and one man yelled out "Marcus is here!"
Finally, the huge bears ended their kiss, slapping each other with their huge paw-like hands and trading punches, then Marcus bellowed, "Where's my goddam drink?"
Chad, one of the bartenders, came running over with what looked like a fancy wine glass, or even chalice, with a deep green liquid in it.
"Here you are, Sir, fresh made with cane sugar."
Marcus grabbed the glass from him, looked at it closely, and then took a sip.
"It will do."
Chad turned and went back behind the bar, clearly relieved.
"You and your green fairy shit," Jake chided.
Then Jack realized what it was. Absinthe! He would never have guessed, especially with a top like Marcus.
Marcus placed his glass on the bar and turned to Jack. "So this is your cub?" he said as he grabbed Jack by the shoulders, looking him over.
"Yep," Jake said, sipping his third whiskey of the evening, Jack had been counting.
"Pull that pouch off boy and let me have a look at what you've got," Marcus ordered.
Jack looked at Jake, who nodded assent, and then pulled at the two snaps on the jock, which caused the pouch to pop off, freeing his cock and exposing his balls.
Marcus reached forward with his free hand, taking another sip of his absinthe, and fondled Jack's cods.
"Not bad, impressive set of balls on this boy. Is he ballsy?"
Jake roared with laughter, "I caught him wanking without permission before we came over here. You missed the red ass I gave him!"
Jack's face grew as red as his butt had been earlier, but he stood still while Marcus continued to knead his junk, his cock growing with the stimulation in spite of his embarrassment.
"These balls feel pretty heavy boy, I'll bet you'd like to empty 'em," Marcus said casually.
"Yes, Sir! I really would."
"OK then, get up on the bar!"
Jake held the cub seat down so that Jack could climb up onto the bar. The rest of the crowd had grown silent, every eye in the place on the show about to unfold. Jack was now on all fours up on the bar, which Chad had quickly cleared to make a space for him.
"All right boy, head up, back straight!" Marcus commanded. Jack did as he was told and now his cock was as rigid as a pole.
Then Marcus pointed his finger at Chad, who promptly took it in his mouth. Once it was wet Marcus pushed it up into Jack's ass, Jack moaned and pushed his butt back towards the finger, which was huge, like a dildo.
Marcus finger fucked Jack on the bar, pushing deep into his butt, rubbing his prostate while Jack moaned and bucked.
Jake decided to get involved and started slapping Jack's nuts. This was all the young man could stand and even though his cock had not been touched he gushed out with a huge orgasm, a weeks worth of pent up cum splashing out onto the bar. After what seemed like minutes Jack was spent, the deluge over. His head slumped down but he stayed in position as Marcus pulled his finger out of his upturned ass.
Two pups had come forward out of the crowd and cowered before Jake and Marcus.
"Can we clean up his cum, Sirs? Please?"
"Yeah, go ahead," Marcus said as he pulled Jack off the bar. The cubs sprang forward to lap up the gobs of cum that Jack had sprayed out while Jack stood shakily in front of the huge man.
"How was that, boy?" Marcus asked. "It was great Sir, thank you!" Jack said, somehow knowing that the evening had just begun. Then he noticed Chad licking the finger Marcus had frigged him with.
Then Jake said, "Let's go to my place, this boy has a lot of training to go and we don't have a lot of time before the party tomorrow."
Marcus nodded, drained his glass and then the three of them left the bar.
Back in Jakes apartment Jack was ordered to strip and squat by the fireplace. The two leathermen went into the back and returned shortly, Jake carrying a large box. He set it on the coffee table and turned to Jack.
"This is the rest of the stuff Lisa had made for you by that German guy. Come over here."
Jack obeyed and stood next to Marcus as Jake started pulling things out of the box, sort of like a chef on Chopped opening the basket.
"First, the hood." Jake had pulled what looked like a black rubber Balaclava out of the box. He fitted it over Jack's head and, as expected, it fit perfectly. The mask had large dog-like ears and had heavy protuberances starting above Jack's cheeks and narrowing down to his mouth, giving the appearance of a snout.
"Wow," said Marcus, that is the best looking puppy hood I have ever seen."
"Yeah," said Jake, "Lisa spares no expense on this boy. Unlike the others I've seen, this one frees his nose and mouth, he almost looks like a pug." Both men laughed as Jake pulled a pair of long boots from the box and Jack stepped into them. They fitted like gloves and provided a thick pad over each knee and the foot ends were shaped like a dogs paw, complete with claws.
Next from the box was a heavy chest harness that looked to be made of leather with the hair left on. It covered his back with a thick neck piece and a pair of loops at the bottom. Jake fitted it to Jack and now he was really beginning to look like a dog.
Last out of the box were a pair of cuffs fitted with short silicone claws and pads. These covered Jacks hands and would preclude any touching he might do while wearing the costume.
"That's right boy, you are free to wank while wearing this kit, but the only way you do it is if you can reach your meat with your mouth!"
Both tops laughed uproariously at this and then Jake told Jack to get down on all fours.
"Boy," he said menacingly, you will not get off your knees until I tell you, do you understand?"
"Yes, SIR!" Jack replied.
"Wong answer, boy," Marcus said, "Until that kit comes off, you will respond only with barks--understand?" Marcus gave one of Jack's ass cheeks, which were framed and exposed by the loops at the bottom of his harness, a hard smack.
"Woof, woof!" Jack yelled, the best dog sound he could muster.
"Good boy," Jake said, "not bad."
Then he pulled the last item out, a leather belt looking thing with a large curved tail attached.
"You're gonna wanna get this good and wet," Jake said as he pushed the end of the tail, which was a butt plug, into Jack's mouth. Jack could not believe how huge it was, but he licked it greedily, trying to get as much of his spit on it as he could. Jake pushed the plug into Jack and he groaned with the size of it. Then Jake grabbed his balls and forced them into a ring in the belt, finally fastening the whole thing around Jacks waist using the velcro strips on the harness to secure it. Again, it fit perfectly. Now Jack sported a large curved tail and his balls were drawn back and up behind his thighs just under the tail. He had, in fact, been transformed into a dog.
"OK," Jake said, "the first and most important command is 'STAND UP'. Only I may give it and when I do, you stand up. Once standing, you are no longer a dog, understand?"
"Yes Sir!" Jack said excitedly and then realized his mistake. Jake pressed a button on his handheld remote and Jack instantly got a punishment shock to his balls and butt-hole. Jack let out a yelp of pain and then Jake asked again, 'understand?'.
"Woof!" Jack barked and Jake beamed. Then Marcus said, "STAND UP!" and Jack stood. Immediately Jake punished him again.
"Apparently you did not understand!" he said and laughed, "It's going to be a long night. OK, STAND UP!"
Now Jack stood and Jake said, "Good, finally. Now listen up. When you are a dog we expect you to behave like a dog, use your imagination. Of course, there are some things we are going to train you on and you'll need to decide for yourself whether or not the punishment, or reward for that matter, is worth it to you. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, Sir!" Jack replied, "I think this will be fun."
"Good, now here's a few ground rules to get started. If you need to pee, well, you are on your own. You can just pee wherever you like and possibly suffer the consequences, or you can get someone's attention so they can take you for a walk. If you have to take a shit, well, obviously your tail needs to come out. So, if you need to, scoot your butt on the floor and that way we'll know you need to take a crap. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"OK then, back to being a dog!" Jack got back down on all fours and wiggled his tail by wagging his butt. Jake gave him a "Good boy!" and patted his head. Then Marcus and Jake fed and watered him using doggie bowls on the floor of the kitchen. Then they ordered pizzas for dinner.
When the doorbell rang, Jack went ballistic with barking and jumping around to the amusement of Jake and Marcus. When they opened the door and the delivery man came in, Jack immediately started sniffing his crotch and pestering him. "Wow! That is some pup costume!" the guy said as he petted Jack and rubbed his belly and gave a quick stroke to his balls. While the men ate Jack begged for pizza scraps and received a few, but at one point Jake threatened to use what he started calling 'the buzzer', which sent Jack to mope and lie down away from the table. After they finished, Jake asked, "Want to go for a walk?" to which Jack pranced and pawed, anxious to have his leash put on.
The two bears took Jack out and down the block, the young pup acting every bit the dog and loving every minute of it. During the walk they encountered two other pups and while their master's talked they sniffed and nipped each other, barking and having a great time. When they got back to the apartment, Jake announced that it was almost time for Book Club. Sure enough, a few minutes later the doorbell rang and Jack barked up a storm until Marcus let the first guest in.
It was Laney and Lois, no surprise for Jack since he knew they lived nearby. Each of them greeted Jake and Marcus with a La Bise and then asked where the wine was, ignoring Jack. Jake motioned them over towards the kitchen then said "I guess we better let him out," to Marcus.
The two men went over to a large, antique wooden chest that was against the wall. Marcus flipped the latches and then Jake turned the key and lifted the lid. Jack had grown curious and had scampered over to see what was going on. Folded into the chest was a person wearing a shiny black plastic suit of some kind that covered every inch of their body. Jack realized with a start who it was--it was Ian, gimped!
"Out of the box, Gimp!" Jake roared as Ian, stiff from his confinement, shakily climbed out. As soon as he was out he was groveling at Jake's feet, but the doorbell rang and Jack started barking and heading towards the door. Then Marcus came and opened the door and it was Toddy.
"Hello Marcus, you beautiful mountain of a man!" she said as she kissed him. "Oh my goodness, look what you have done to Jack."
Jack was on all fours by her feet, wagging his tail and making excited yips. Toddy squatted down to pet him and get a closer look.
"This is just exceptional," she exclaimed, "I love Jack as a puppy, so cute. So Jack, are you a 'Jack Russell Terrier'?"
Jack almost slipped and started to say "I sure am!" but caught himself after the 'I' slipped out and switched to excited barks. Jake had come over to the door to greet Toddy and said "Boy, you caught that one just in time, didn't you?"
Jack sat back on his haunches and gave Jake a shameful look accompanied by a few whimpers.
"Where's the wine?" Toddy demanded when the doorbell chimed again. Jake opened the door and it was Lisa. When he saw her, Jack started prancing and barking excitedly until Lisa petted and hugged him. After greeting the other guests, Lisa said "Once I get a glass of wine we can get the book club started!"
"Way ahead of you Lisa," Jake said as he handed her a full goblet.
The party moved into the living room as Jack noticed Ian was parked, for lack of a better term, next to Jake's chair, curled up towards the floor in the yoga Balasana pose. Jack took his place on the other side of the chair, feeling a little sorry for Ian. The 'suit' he was wearing completely covered every inch of his body. It was fitted up the back with belts and buckles, like a straight jacket. In fact, Ian's crossed forearms were bound together with straps and there were D-rings positioned all over the suit. At his crotch was a heavy codpiece kind of thing with tubes coming out of it. Likewise, there were tubes coming out of the headgear in front of his mouth and a large piece of rubber sheet with snaps covered his eyes. Jack could tell that Ian could hear, but he certainly could not see and it was hard to tell how he could breathe.
When the guests had quieted down and found seats Lisa said, "Welcome everyone to this month's 'Book Club' and a huge thanks to Jake and Marcus for hosting. As you all know, the reading was Conroy's 'The Lords of Discipline' and I hope everyone enjoyed it as much as Jack did. This month, at Jake's request, we are going to pit Ian versus Jack to see who gets rewarded and who gets punished.
Jake turned to Ian and snarled "Up Gimp! Pay attention!" to which Ian rolled back onto his haunches, like Jack. Jack wondered how Ian was going to participate seeing as how he was confined to the gimp suit and then saw Marcus attach something to one of the tubes coming out of his hood.
"Ok then," Lisa continued, "this is a true/false competition, five statements, signal once for true and twice for false. Let's go, here is number 1." Both Jack and Ian leaned forward towards Lisa as she said "The narrator of the story, Will, is revealing in the book how the school makes men and also so that people can understand why he loves the school so much."
Ian suddenly made a honking noise, which startled Jack, who immediately thought that Marcus must have attached some sort of horn to the tube going to his mouth.
"We'll take that as True," Lisa said. "How about you, Jack?"
Jack immediately yelled "Woof, woof!"
"So, you disagree? You would be right, Will both loved and hated the school and made that quite clear in his writing," Lisa went on, "However, this is not exactly how it is to work, I want you both to give your answers at the same time, do you understand?"
"Woof!" Jack responded followed by a honk from Ian.
"Good, here is the second question. Will says that he can always smell General Durrell coming before he actually sees him."
Jack quickly yelled "Woof! Woof!" as Ian made a honk.
"That was false, he said that about Colonel Berrineau, the Commandant. That's another point for Jack, did you read the book Ian?"
"He had better have!" Jake bellowed menacingly.
"All right, here is number three. The Bear asked Will to be the black student liaison since he wrote an editorial supporting blacks."
Jack made a bark at the same time Ian honked.
"Ok, that was a draw, it was true. So Jack has two and Ian one and here is question four. At the institute, the most unforgivable obscenity in the plebe system was to use the word 'me'."
Jack looked a bit confused and barely got out a bark as Ian honked twice.
"That one goes to Ian, the most unforgivable word was not 'me' but 'I'. Now Ian and Jack are tied with two each, this last one will be the tie breaker."
Jack noticed that Jake was brandishing "The Whistler" about in readiness while Lisa continued, "Will was disgusted at seeing General Durrell's signature on his diploma at graduation and asked 'The Bear' to sign it instead, which he did."
Ian honked twice, but Jack gave a single "Woof!"
There was a bit of a hush in the air as everyone looked at Jack.
"Wow," Lisa exclaimed with a deep exhalation. "Jack, that's the first time you've been wrong."
Jack crawled over to where Lisa sat and whimpered. "That's OK, Lisa said consolingly as she petted him, "You can't be right all of the time."
Suddenly Ian began honking, like he was laughing, unable to believe he had bested Jack at Book Club. His delight was short lived as Jake tapped him on the side of the head with "The Whistler" and barked "Back in your box, Gimp!" Ian scrambled to obey and after he was inside Marcus closed the lid on him.
"This should be interesting," Lois said to Laney. Both were as surprised as everyone else in the room. Toddy let out a low whistle and then drained her glass, concerned about Jack, but just as astonished as the rest. They all looked towards Jake.
"OK boy, stand up."
Jack complied and turned to face Jake.
"It's time to pay the piper," Jake said as he undid the fasteners on Jack's harness and removed it. Then he undid the belt and jock, then the mittens and leggings leaving Jack naked except for his collar.
Marcus had left the room earlier, but was now back carrying a large plyo box that he set down on the floor in front of Jack. Each side of the box was fitted with handles and Jake motioned to Jack to bend over and grab them, bending him over with his butt high. Jake took position behind him kicking at the inside of his feet to get a wider stance.
"Now let me explain my expectations. First, get your head up and keep it that way. You're going to get ten swats from the Whistler and you'll count each one. If you fail to count, I add a swat. If you drop your head, I add a swat. Any questions?"
"No SIR!" Jack replied and lifted his head to look across to the other side of the room, his upturned butt was facing the guests. He trembled a bit because he knew this was going to be much worse than the over-the-knee spanking, but he was just going to man-up and get it over with. Then Jake grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands and Jack jumped.
"Just relax boy," he chuckled, "your glutes are very well-developed, so tight."
Jake continued to massage Jack's butt and ran his hands down the man's legs as if he was sizing up an animal purchase. As he was doing this Jack started to feel more relaxed, maybe it was what he wanted.
Jake's hands moved to Jack's midsection as he kneaded and rubbed the ab muscles, pressing hard into the deep ridges framing Jack's tight six-pack. The younger man sighed as the pressure of Jake's fingers traveled downward to his groin.
"Now let's see how things are going down below."
Jake put both his hands on the inside of Jack's thighs causing him to jump and tremble. With a smile of satisfaction Jake noted Jack's balls draw up as he activated the cremasteric reflex, then he grabbed Jack's sack and kneaded his balls gently.
"Uhhhhhhhhhhh!" Jack exclaimed as his knees buckled at the touch. "Wow! Your balls are sensitive! You know, at your wedding I overhead Lisa tell one of her friends that you had the most sensitive balls of any man she had ever slept with. She said that she could get you off just by stroking your nuts. Is that true?"
Jack's face went a bright crimson as he flushed with embarrassment at the fact that one of his most personal details was pretty much public knowledge. "Yes, Sir," he said dejectedly.
"I like how your crotch is trimmed. Balls left a little fuzzy, but clean shaven at the bottom." As Jake said this he rubbed the smooth bottom of Jack's scrotum lightly with his fingertips. Jack moaned and began to tremble, his dick now as hard as a wooden pole.
"Boy, you are way too tense, I'll need to loosen you up a bit." Jack didn't know what he meant by that, but he did know that he was feeling more relaxed after the massage.
Marcus handed Jake a jar he had brought out earlier. "This should loosen you up," he said as Jack heard the sound of a jar being opened and smelled the distinctive aroma of muscle rub.
"Oh no, Sir, please!" Jack gasped as Jake applied a large dollop of the balm to his nuts. Jake worked the oily salve all over the sack, stretching and pulling the tight skin. At first, it had no effect, but as his hands warmed it the expected burning sensation began.
"Arrrrgh!" Jack cried as his balls ignited. He dropped his head to look back and saw his nuts pulsating, shiny and red from the oily rub.
"You were told to keep your head back boy, that's an extra swat."
Jack snapped his head back up, his teeth grinding at the burning pain in his balls. He squirmed as he tried to relieve the burn. Jake hadn't said anything about squirming.
Jake gave Jack's balls a light pat from below and weighed his shiny and oiled sack with his fingertips. "Much better, much looser. Now the fun one." Jack didn't know what Jake meant by that and wondered when he would get around to paddling him, but then he heard the sound of a Ziploc bag snapping open. "Here you go Jake," Marcus said as he handed something to Jake.
"This is a ginger fig, boy," Jake explained as he held what looked like a peeled turnip in front of Jack's face. The sharp smell of ginger drowning out the smell of the muscle rub. "I'm going to shove this up your ass, it will keep you from clenching up during the paddling. I keep these in the fridge, so it might be a bit cold going in."
Jack felt Jake's hand on the small of his back and then the cold tip of the fig against his anus. Then Jake pushed it suddenly, the cold tuber stretching him open until his hole closed tightly on the narrow end of the plug.
"It's OK for you to try and expel the fig," Jake went on, "I don't want it going too far up in you or we'll have a heckuva time getting it out. Of course, the more you try to get rid of it, the sharper the swats will sting--it's just diabolical!"
Jack bore down to try and get the fig to pop out as Jake suggested, but his ass had a different idea. As the fig warmed it began to burn and his hole just clenched more tightly around the narrow end that Jake had carved in it. Not only were his balls on fire, but his ass as well.
Suddenly Jack heard a shrill sound and then felt the presence of the Whistler across his ass. He barely felt it, just a heavy pressure causing him to squeeze the ginger fig tighter and this just intensified the burning. "Unhhhhhh" he groaned loudly, the fire in his nuts and rectum adding now to the sudden onset of the sting of the board.
"Well, that's not what I wanted to hear boy, now I add another swat!" Jake said happily.
"ONE...SIR!" Jack yelled quickly. "Too late boy, you'll be counting to 12 now" and the board swung again, landing squarely and smartly on Jack's backside. This time he felt the sting intensely as he was now pushing hard to expel the plug and his glutes were loose and open.
"Two, SIR!" he yelled through gritted teeth. Now he was sweating and Jake was just warming up. The big man paused to let Jack settle from his gyrations, then he expertly swung the board up from below to catch Jack's tight bubble-buns at the crease where they met his thighs. This new swing lifted the younger man up on his toes and the crowd gasped collectively.
"Unhhhh...three...SIR!" Jack cried, his entire lower body was burning and sweat was beginning to pour off him. By the eleventh swat Jack was in tears and his entire body was vibrating from the pain and the effort to remain standing. Now his head dropped forward in exhaustion, his eyes closed.
Jake ran his hand through the short wet hair on Jack's head, grabbed and pulled back. "I'd add another one boy, since you were supposed to keep your head up, but this last one will be special and you need an adjustment anyway." Jake reached down and grabbed Jack's loose ballsack, pulling it back between his legs. Then he reared back with the Whistler, bringing it deftly down and up with a sidewards motion. After the main area of the board caught Jack's ass, the edge slipped in and kissed Jack's ballsack, tapping it.
"Eeeeeyow!" Jack screeched as this new pain shot up through his abdomen. He collapsed forward as he gave a weak "Twelve, Sir."
Jake pulled the fig out from Jacks ass as Jack sagged into the larger mans arms. "You did pretty good," Jake said as he held a bottle of Gatorade to Jack's lips, cradling him like a baby.
The End