Date: Sat, 8 Oct 2011 01:41:43 -0400 From: Zachary Taylor Burns Subject: LESSONS OF SUBMISSION- A Young Master-In-Training. Chapter 3 The names of people, characters, products, companies and/or data mentioned within this document are fictitious and are in no way intended to represent any real individual, company, product, or event, unless otherwise noted. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, for any purpose, without the express written permission of the author. That means NO COPYING! Copyright 2011 Zachary Taylor Burns. All rights reserved. Contact Me: If you have any questions, comments or suggestions about this or any other story, please email me at: artistic.revelations@hotmail.com Please be sure to include the story title in the subject line. I look forward to hearing from you. ZTB. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ LESSONS OF SUBMISSION: A Young Master-In-Training by Zachary Taylor Burns Chapter Three "Birthday Wishes" The weeks leading up to my 14th birthday were a bit tense. I knew my parents had planned something big for me, but I had no idea what it could be. All I knew was, every time I walked into a room, they would suddenly become quiet and act all weird. All I could do was wait it out and see what the big surprise was. That didn't stop me, however, from sneaking around trying to figure it out. Whatever the secret was, they were much sneakier than me, and the weeks prior to my big day were spent being frustrated. Time crept past as it always does, and before I knew it, it had been a month since I'd had the chance to be with Jimmy and my training lessons. We talked on the phone as much as possible, and he relayed all he did- who he gave sessions to, their desires, dislikes, etc., and the ways he punished them if they made a mistake. I was on a constant horny buzz, although what teenage boy isn't? By that point I was jacking off at least seven times a day, since it was summer and there was no school. As my birthday drew ever closer, the more I tried to figure out what the big surprise was from my parents, the more frustrated I became at not being able to figure out what it was. Whatever it was, surely it was something major because my parents rarely kept secrets from me. When the big day finally arrived, I was wide awake before the sun even rose. For me, that's saying a lot because I hate being awake that early. I'm just not a morning person at all. I jacked my dick, showered away the cum, dressed and went downstairs for some breakfast. As I was munching on some toast, my father came downstairs, dressed in dark gray slacks and a burgundy button-down shirt, bare feet padding along the hardwood floor. "You're up early," he said in greeting. "Tell me about it," I said with a laugh. "It's a big day, so I wanted to enjoy it." "Oh?" he replied as he poured water into the coffee pot. "What do you have planned?" I figured he was just playing around, so I went along with the joke. "Oh, not too much, just lounging around with my friends, hoping to figure out what the big secret is." "What secret?" he asked, and put ground coffee into the filter, turned the machine on, then looked at me. I couldn't help but smile. "Nothing, because it's a secret and apparently I'm not allowed to know." He gave me a funny look, laughed and said, "You're certainly full of it this morning." My mother came into the room at that point, said good morning, and hugged me for a moment. "What are you doing up so early?" she asked me. I told you I'm not a morning person, and it surprises everyone when I'm out of bed before the sun even comes up. "Just trying to enjoy my big day," I replied with a wink and smile. "Oh? What's the big event?" she asked and wrapped her arms around my father. "That's what I'm trying to figure out," I said with a shrug. They were playing this secret up like crazy! I was bursting with the need to know what my big birthday surprise was! I was also surprised that neither of them had wished me a happy birthday yet. "Maybe we should have agreed to take him along," my mother said to my father. "He might enjoy it." "Take me where?" I asked, my heart jumping into my chest. This was it, the big moment! "Your father and I are going to Niagara Falls for the weekend," my mother said. "We were going to take you along, but didn't think you wanted to spend time with an old couple who just want to do some sightseeing." "What?" I said, stupidly. "You're going away?" "Yes, and we expect you to be on your best behavior while we're gone," my father reminded me. "We're leaving here in a little bit, and we'll be back late Sunday night." "But what about---" I started to say, but stopped. The tears were threatening to erupt. "What baby?" my mother asked, eyebrows furrowed, confused about my reaction. "Nothing," I whispered and ran up to my room, slamming the door behind me. Almost immediately, I sent off a text to Jimmy. It was still early, but he would soon be awake to feed Mark, his house-slave, who had his daily feedings at 7 am and 7 pm. It was ten minutes before I got a reply: "Sorry, was in the shower. What happened?" Me: They're going away for the weekend! Jimmy: That's good, isn't it? You can come spend the weekend with me. Me: It's my fucking birthday! And they're going away! Jimmy: Oh, right. Cheer up. You said yourself last week that you wouldn't be able to be here this weekend cuz you thought they were taking you away somewhere. Now you can. Me: I know. OK, what time can you pick me up? Jimmy: I have a lunch date with an old friend, be there around 1:30 or 2. Me: Thanks Jimmy. Jimmy: Anything to help you out kiddo. So it was settled. My asshole parents could go away for the weekend and have fun at Niagara Falls, and I would go to Jimmy's and have my own fun. Fuck them and their getaway plans that didn't include a surprise for my birthday. I threw my phone on the floor, crawled into bed and cried myself back to sleep. I was awake again at noon, showered, packed and got ready. Downstairs on the kitchen counter was a note: "We're sorry we didn't plan to take you along, but didn't think you would enjoy it. See you Sunday. Love, mom and dad." "No mom, actually going somewhere for my birthday would have been a miserable time," I said as I crumpled up the note and threw it away. After a small lunch of a ham sandwich and chips, I went back upstairs, brushed my teeth, then packed some clothes into my backpack and hung out in my room watching TV until the doorbell rang at 1:15. I grabbed my backpack, ran downstairs to hug Jimmy and we were off to his place. By 2 pm, when we walked into Jimmy's kitchen, I was feeling much better. Mainly because I knew I could take out my aggression on one of our slaves, whoever that might turn out to be. "What's on the agenda for today?" "Later, a new potential slave will be coming over to get acquainted," Jimmy said with a smile. "But that's not until seven-thirty, so we have some time to kill." We spent the afternoon watching porn, Jimmy explaining some of the finer aspects of submissives and their desires, from the need to service another, more powerful man, to the determination to make another happy, at risk of great suffering to himself. "It really is almost like an art form," I said after we had both shot a load of cum, watching a Master tying his Slave up, and forcing him to do things that no "normal" person would ever be able to endure. At five, we put away the porn and I helped Jimmy in the kitchen as we made spaghetti and garlic bread. By six-thirty, we were finished eating, cleaned up, and sitting in the living room talking. At seven, Jimmy told me to stay in my seat because he wasn't ready to introduce me to his house-slave just yet. He disappeared into the kitchen, and then called for Mark to come down for his dinner. I stayed in my seat and watched TV until Jimmy sank into the sofa next to me a few minutes later. We chatted until the doorbell rang promptly at seven-thirty. Jimmy told me to stay seated, as a naked man who could only be Mark came bounding down the stairs. He answered the door, and said "Follow me" to the as-yet-unseen slave. Another naked man came into view, and I remembered Jimmy's rule of session slaves having to cross the threshold, in the nude. I wondered where his clothes were. Mark led the new slave up the stairs and they disappeared from sight. "I'm surprised they didn't notice us sitting here," I said with a chuckle. "It's not like we were hiding." "Mark knows better than to notice me when there are others present who more urgently need his attention. The new kid was probably just too nervous," he explained with a smile. "His name is Tyler, he's eighteen, and this is his first time with me. We've been talking online for several weeks, and he's proven himself to be an able slave on webcam. I've made him do some interesting things, from using clothespins on his genitals and nipples for pain, to drinking his own urine, as well as using various sizes of dildos in his ass. I'm sure he's very nervous, and he's not even tied up just yet. I'm curious to see how he reacts to you being here. If he declines servicing me while you're here, he can come back some other time and you and I will just spend our evening doing something else. If he agrees to us both controlling him, you are going to get your first chance at being in control. He wants to take it slow at first, just making out, maybe a blowjob at first, then move on to actual domination." My dick stood at attention from the thought that I was going to get to control someone! "He's a virgin," Jimmy added with a roll of his eyes. "At least that's what he says. I haven't been able to verify that information just yet, but I'm working on it. I have someone looking into it." "I'm ready," I said. He looked down at my hard dick, nodded and led the way up the stairs and into the bedroom. Tyler's eyes were immediately on me. "Who the hell is he?" I watched Jimmy's body tense as Tyler didn't use the proper term of respect, and I wondered why he didn't handle it. "This is Alex," Jimmy introduced me. "He's in training to be a Master." "He's a fucking kid!" Tyler said in surprise. "You never said anything about anyone else being here!" He jumped off the bed, and I stood with my mouth open, staring at his impressive dick as it swung back and forth. It had to be at least nine inches! He was rock-hard, despite my presence. Once again, I was surprised by Jimmy's inaction regarding Tyler's insubordination and breaking of the rules. "You don't have to do this," Jimmy explained. "I didn't tell you because I didn't expect him to be here tonight, but the situation changed, and here he is." "Is that why you weren't here when I arrived, as promised?" Tyler wondered, hands on his hips. Oh, but he had an amazing body! Muscled, six-pack, the vee that led to his groin that I would grow to love, and completely void of every hair! He was as smooth as I was! "We were in the living room, watching as you entered my house," Jimmy explained with a hint of a smile. "You're too excited about this adventure that you failed to notice your surroundings. You must learn to be more observant." "I'll try," Tyler replied, sitting down on the bed. "So is the kid going to stay?" "Like I said, it's up to you," Jimmy replied, and reached out to touch Tyler's swollen dick. "If you don't want him here, then you can go and we'll do this another time." "What?" he exclaimed, through clenched teeth as Jimmy's hand slowly caressed his dick. "Why should I be the one to leave?" "Because he's my guest for the weekend," Jimmy said, then slid his hand down and rolled the teen balls in his hands. "You're just here to get your rocks off." Tyler stared at me in contempt, then his face softened a little, and he nodded. "Fine, he can stay. I guess he has to learn sometime. How old are you kid?" Jimmy held up a finger, and interjected before I could answer. "If you allow him to stay, he is your superior, and you will address him as either Sir, or Master." "That's bullshit!" Tyler exclaimed, and went to turn away. An instant later he was howling in pain as Jimmy squeezed the balls in his hand, and Tyler sank back down on the bed, panting. Jimmy looked pissed. "First of all, you are here of your own accord, and are free to leave at any time, up until such time that you agree to be mine for the evening. Second, we are your superiors. Alex is as much in charge here tonight as I am. Third, don't ever talk back to me. And lastly, if you want to leave here tonight with all of your body parts intact," he added as he squeezed Tyler's balls again for emphasis, "you will never, ever forget that you are here to serve me, not the other way around! Is that clear?" Tyler's lower jaw quivered for a second, and I thought he was going to cry, but he nodded. "Yes, Sir." Jimmy nodded and released his grip on Tyler's family jewels. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry Sir," he said, tightlipped, trying not to cry. "What else?" Jimmy demanded. Tyler looked lost for a moment. His balls were squeezed again, and he let out a small scream. "I don't know, Sir!" "Have you honestly forgotten all of our conversations, and my rules for becoming my Slave?" Jimmy said, his hand wrapped tightly around the set of balls, yet again. I watched in awe as a single tear trailed its way down Tyler's cheek. His brain worked in overdrive as he tried to recall what he was supposed to say. "I'm sorry, Sir, I honestly don't remember." Jimmy released his balls, and stood up, towering over the teenager, and he looked quite threatening. "You are very lucky that we haven't agreed on the actual contract for being my slave yet you worthless faggot, because otherwise you would have already earned yourself one hell of a punishment for disobedience of the rules." Tyler nodded, silently berating himself for being so stupid, as he knelt down on one knee in front of Jimmy. "I'm sorry, Master. Please forgive me for not remembering my place in your presence, Sir." "That's better," Jimmy said, and then pointed to me. "Now, the same for Master Alex." Tyler looked at me again with a slight frown. I could see how much he didn't like me being there, but he crawled over to me and kissed me right foot, then looked up at me, tears welling in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Master Alex; please forgive me for being so stupid and not remembering my place in your presence, Sir." I nodded, as Jimmy had, and Tyler heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you, Sirs, for granting me forgiveness." "Assume the Inspection position, faggot," Jimmy demanded. Tyler scrambled to his feet, in the position required of him, his legs spread apart to shoulder-width, hands clasped tightly behind his head, and eyes tightly pinched shut. His lower lip trembled again, and I wanted to reach out and slap him across the face, but restrained myself. Jimmy stood up, walked over and stood directly in front of Tyler, so close that I was sure he could feel Jimmy's breath on his skin. "Slave, do you want to be here for the remainder of the evening?" There was a split-second hesitation, and I watched Jimmy raise his hand to strike Tyler's dick. He answered in time, though. "Yes, Sir." Jimmy smiled, and pinched Tyler's left nipple. He winced, but kept quiet. "Do you accept me as your Master for the evening, to do whatever I say, without question?" "Yes, Sir, anything you wish," Tyler said, another tear escaping his eye and trailing down his cheek. "This is serious boy," Jimmy replied, and pinched Tyler's other nipple. "Once you agree, you will not be allowed to leave until I give the say so, or until you say your safeword." "I know, Master," Tyler begged. "Please, let me be your slave for the night, until you agree to let me leave, Sir." "What is your safeword for the evening, boy?" Jimmy demanded as he lightly gripped Tyler's balls again. Not squeezing, just holding. Tyler's jaw trembled again, surprised at the touch. "Grape juice, Sir," he stated. "And that is something you will be able to remember, in case we do something you don't like?" Jimmy asked, lightly squeezing the sperm-makers in his hand. "Yes, Master," Tyler said, and nodded. "I've been practicing, Sir." "And you are aware that once you say your safeword, you must leave the premises immediately, and that a punishment will be issued during your next appointment for using your safeword?" "Yes, Sir, I know," Tyler stated. "Very well," Jimmy said with a nod, and then motioned for me to join him. I walked over and stood at his side. "Have you ever been with a young boy?" "No, Sir," Tyler replied. "That's why I was so surprised, Sir. I didn't know." "Are you willing to submit to anything Master Alex demands, as you have previously stated your desire to serve me?" "Yes, Sir," Tyler said, nodding. "I want to serve both of you, although it might be a bit weird at first. I'm willing to do whatever you ask of me, Masters." "Very well, boy, open your eyes and sit down on the bed," Jimmy directed. "Alex, go ahead and join him." "Thank you Sir," Tyler breathed a sigh of relief as he nervously sat on the edge of the bed. "What would you like me to do, Sir?" Jimmy sat down on the chair, hand wrapped around his dick. "Alex is still almost a virgin. He's fucked one of my slaves, and been raped in a pool bathroom, but has yet to do anything else with someone." Tyler stared at me for a quick second, before abruptly closing his jaw and nodding. "Your agreement for coming here tonight was that you wanted to take it slow at first, just a blowjob and some kissing, is that correct?" "Yes, Sir," Tyler stated. "Very well," Jimmy said with a smile. "Alex, go ahead, have as much fun as you like, and there's no need for the Master/Slave stuff unless you demand it." He turned his attention to Tyler. "And you," he said to my soon-to-be lover, "you will do everything you can to please Alex. You're free to do whatever you wish, until Alex shoots his cum. At that point, you will be at my mercy. Is that understood?" "Yes, Sir," Tyler replied. Jimmy waved a hand in my direction, giving him permission to proceed. "Thank you, Sir," Tyler said, and looked at me expectantly. "Is it all right if I kiss you?" I nodded, completely overjoyed! I was going to get my first chance at being with someone under somewhat normal circumstances. I leaned over, and placed my hand on Tyler's cheek. He smiled, and brought his hand up to cover mine. We leaned forward, and our lips touched in a gentle kiss. He ran his fingers down my cheek, then to my nipples, which he lightly caressed. I moaned into his mouth as our tongues started dancing around. "Suck my dick," I whispered, and he nodded, then leaned down and swallowed my six-incher all the way to the base. He bobbed on it a few times, and I was almost ready to shoot my cum right then and there! I pulled him off, though, because I didn't think it be good for me to shoot my load right away. I was, after all, a Master in training. "I want you to rim my ass," I said, remembering how great Rex's sandy tongue had felt on my hole. I positioned myself face down on the bed. I saw a brief hint of disgust cross his face, but he nodded and did his best. What I didn't know at the time was that Jimmy had held up a finger in warning. He told me about that later. I forgot everything else in that moment, as Tyler's tongue slid across my hole. All that existed was the immense pleasure I felt! He did an amazing job, and before long I could feel his saliva dripping down my crack, dripping on my balls and dick. "Fuck!" I said as I edged myself toward orgasm, barely stopping myself in time before I coated the bed with my jizz. I turned to Jimmy and beamed. "You have to make him do that to you! He's amazing!" "Alex, can I fuck you?" Tyler whispered. My ass tingled at the thought, and I nodded. After all, my hole was already full of his spit. He positioned himself over me, and I could feel his dick pressing against my hole. I pushed back with my ass, he pushed forward with his dick, and we were connected! It hurt for a brief second, nothing like it did that day in the bathroom when I'd been raped. I moaned into the bed, as he slowly fucked my tight ass. I could feel my balls tingling, as his massive pole rammed against my prostate. "Fuck me harder!" I groaned, and he complied, slamming his virgin dick deep inside my bowels. Before long, I was screaming that I was cumming, and he fucked me harder, faster. As I screamed in orgasm, shooting my sperm up against my stomach and the bed, Tyler was moaning and digging his nails into my back, thrusting himself closer and closer to his own virginal release. Jimmy was on his feet in an instant. I'd forgotten he was even there! He grabbed Tyler by the hair on his head, and yanked him off me, his dick slipping out of my hole. He yelped in surprise as he was manhandled off the bed and forced to kneel on the floor, tears streaming down his cheeks. "What do you have to say for yourself?" Jimmy demanded as he threw Tyler a towel with which to wipe his face. Tyler's eyes widened in surprise as he drew the towel over his face and then handed it back to Jimmy. Clearly this was something he hadn't expected. "Thank you, Sir," he stammered to Jimmy. Jimmy slapped him hard across the face. "Not me you worthless bitch!" Tyler dropped his head in shame, and then looked up at me, tears falling from his face. Fuck, he was such a crybaby! "Thank you for allowing me to lose my virginity, Sir," he said to me. I nodded, and looked at Jimmy. He motioned for me to continue. "On your feet, hands behind your head, eyes closed." "Yes, Sir," he whispered, and stood as I directed. "Don't move a muscle," Jimmy demanded, and pulled me out the door. He left it open a crack so he could keep an eye on Tyler, as he spoke in a low whisper that only I could hear. "Congratulations, on using your first slave," he whispered. "But what you did was stupid, allowing him to fuck you like that!" "Why?" I wondered, surprised I was being berated for the sex Tyler had wanted in the first place. "Because, you idiot," Jimmy continued, "it makes you look like just a worthless, sissy bottom. It's like you gave up control to him. You need to go back in there and be extra hard on him now, to prove you are still in control!" "But you said we were allowed to do anything we wanted!" I exclaimed, unhappy at this surprising turn of events. "You still have a lot to learn," Jimmy said with a frown. "I know you didn't do it on purpose, because you didn't know. But now you do, so don't make the same mistake again. You are to always project the aura that you are in charge, even if you aren't. If you want to be a successful Master, you need to remember that you are in charge. Always. I said no moving!" Jimmy said that last part to Tyler, who had relaxed his arms for a moment. He quickly jumped back into position. "I'm sorry," I said. "Thank you for letting me know my mistake. It won't happen again." "I know," Jimmy replied with a smile. "When you're in the comfort of your own home, being romantic with your lovers, it's one thing to let your guard down and be a bottom if you want. Not when you are in this type of situation. Now get back in there and prove to me that you have what it takes to do this." I led the way back into the bedroom. Tyler tensed as he realized we were coming back, and he held his arms behind his head with more gusto. "Slave, Kneel!" I said with what I hoped was genuine authority, as I wanted to see just how well he remembered the rules. Tyler immediately dropped to his knees, legs spread apart, hands clasped tightly behind his head, as the position required. "Recite Rule number 18, Slave." Tyler's lip quivered again, but he said the Rule, exactly as written: "Rule 18, Slave shall regularly be tested for Obedience, to ensure proper compliance, Sir." "Very good," I said with approval, meeting Jimmy's pleasing smiling. "Now Rule 7." Tyler repeated the Rule as requested; I then proceeded to make him recite the remaining set of rules, in their entirety. "Satisfied?" Jimmy asked after I commended Tyler on a job well done. "Yes," I replied, then gestured to Jimmy, to give him a chance to have some fun. Jimmy stepped forward and slapped Tyler across the face. "Suck my dick," he commanded as he pushed it against Tyler's lips. He did as told, and before long, Jimmy was moaning and thrusting as much as he could manage down our slave's hot throat. "Fuck!" he moaned with one last hip thrust, then pulled out and shot his load all over Tyler's face. "T-thank you, Sir," Tyler stammered, eyes still pressed tightly closed, now partially out of obedience, as well as to prevent cum getting into his eye. "Good, you're learning," Jimmy said. "Now, stand up, wipe your face off and assume the Lay position on the bed." "Yes, Sir," Tyler said and took his place as directed. I stared at his tight pink hole as it winked at us, begging for some attention. "Other than what I've made you do for me on cam, have you used anything in your cunt, boy?" Jimmy demanded as he removed four sets of handcuffs from the top dresser drawer. Tyler moaned, worried of what was to come. "No, because you said I wasn't allowed to jerk my dick unless you were watching, and I don't like anything in my ass unless I'm horny, Sir." Jimmy smiled and nodded, then handed me a set of cuffs and pointed to Tyler's right wrist. I snapped one end around his wrist, the other around the bedpost. Before long, we had all four limbs secured in place, and all Tyler could do was pull and wiggle a bit, but he couldn't move much. "What are you going to do, Sir?" Jimmy shook his head in dismay, and brought his hand down with a resounding crack against Tyler's ass cheeks, who howled in pain. "You stupid worthless faggot, you just recited every rule to Master Alex, yet you've just earned yourself a punishment. What rule did you break, you dumb fuck?" "Rule 4, Sir," Tyler said through clenched teeth. "And what is the punishment for breaking one of my rules?" Jimmy demanded. "Twenty-five lashes with any device of your choosing, Master," Tyler wailed. I'm sorry Sir! Please forgive me!" "Alex, hand me the whip," Jimmy said and pointed to the table. Tyler tried looking behind him, but couldn't turn his head very far. "You will now endure your punishment for disobeying the rules." "Please, Sir," Tyler begged, his voice full of emotion, "I'm sorry, I forgot! It won't happen again, I swear!" "These rules are in place for a reason, you worthless bitch," Jimmy said as he held the whip high above his head. I scooted closer, anxious to see how well he endured the pain. "You either learn the easy way, or the hard way. Apparently we have to do things the hard way." "Please, I won't let it happen again!" he screamed. "Please don't hurt me, Sir!" Jimmy pulled his arm back, and I knew it was about to begin. "You better count out each stroke of my whip, Slave. If you screw up, we start over." The whip made contact with Tyler's bare ass, and there was an immediate welt. He let out a bloodcurdling scream. That only made my dick harder. "How many was that?" Jimmy demanded. "One, Sir," Tyler said, body heaving as it was wracked with sobs. Again, the whip lashed across his buttocks. "Two, Sir," he screamed. "Three, four, five," he said through clenched teeth as they were inflicted in quick succession. By the time ten whippings were given, Tyler's ass was bleeding from the wounds, and he was crying uncontrollably. Jimmy knelt down, face to face with his victim. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I thought, for a brief second, that Tyler was going to spit in Jimmy's face, which would have been plenty worse. "Thank you, Sir, for whipping my body like that, and for making me see what I've done wrong in service to you, Master," he managed to squeak out through his tears. I was in complete shock! It was obvious that even though each of the slaves I'd met endured pain and pleasure at the hands of their master, each of them respected him! When I mentioned that to Jimmy later, he laughed and said: "Yes, that's how it should be. You are giving them what they want. They need to be submissive, to be told what to do, how to think. They love the control you have over them, and they respect you for it. They may scream and call you every name in the cussing language during their sessions, but every one of them respects me, and I respect them in return." After Tyler thanked Jimmy for his punishment lashes, Tyler started to beg permission to cum. I shook my head in consternation, knowing that we was breaking rule 4 yet again! "You just thanked me for making you see what you've done wrong," Jimmy said with surprise, "yet you've just earned yourself another set of punishments." "Please Sir, no I've learned my lesson!" Tyler screamed, knowing what was about to come. "Alex, would you like the honors?" Jimmy said to me, handing me the whip. I was unsure about it, since I'd never had the opportunity to do it yet. He pressed the whip into my hands, stared into my eyes with a look that said 'Do it' and stepped away. I nodded, took a deep breath, and tried to mimic what I'd seen Jimmy do when punishing someone. "Count them out," I demanded as I brought the whip into the air, and then snapped it down so that the tip caught the middle of Tyler's back. He screamed out "One!" and I felt such power then. Without a doubt, this was right where I was supposed to be, exerting control over someone lesser than me. My dick was standing at complete attention, begging for release. Jimmy told me later that when I was holding the whip in my hand, it looked perfectly natural, like it was precisely what I was meant to be doing. As the number increased, Tyler's sobs grew more and more distinct, intense. When I lashed the fifteenth across his buttocks, he screamed out "Grape juice!" I halted, the whip in mid-air, as it was coming down for another lash. "Uncuff him," Jimmy said, and I dropped with whip. Tyler apologized over and over as we released him from his binds. "I don't think I'm ready for something this severe yet," he said by way of explanation. "I know we agreed to do whatever you wanted, and maybe in due time, but not just yet." Jimmy was gentle with him, in his answer. "You're new at this. You will quickly learn what you can and cannot withstand. Some people are not into heavy masochism, and I was wrong in my judgment that you were ready for it. However, you do remember what the rule is for using your safeword, right?" Tyler nodded and recited the corresponding rule. "33, Sir. Upon agreement of becoming Slave, it must commit to memory a safeword of Master's choosing. The safeword will release Slave from any situation where it feels it is being used too roughly. If the safeword is used, Slave understands that it will be punished for attempting to defy its Master, and agrees to submit to a future punishment of Master's choosing." "Do you want that punishment now or later?" Jimmy asked. The look on Tyler's face spoke volumes. "I- I didn't realize I had that choice, Sir," he replied. "You always have a choice," Jimmy explained, "even when it doesn't seem like it. You always have the option of your safeword, even if it means a future punishment. My punishment for you speaking your safeword is having your dick locked into a chastity belt for one month." "But I didn't cum tonight, Sir!" Tyler exclaimed, horrified at the thought of having his dick locked away when he was so horny. "If you agree to that punishment, there will be no lashings in the future," Jimmy said with a smile. That smile, I knew, was a precursor to something worse. "However, if you do not take the cage, then your punishment during your next session will be much worse than what happened here tonight." I could see the gears grinding inside of Tyler's mind, as he thought of the choice. Either have his dick locked away for a month with no ability to cum, or a future session filled with whippings. I knew the answer, as I'm sure Jimmy did. "The cage, Sir," he said after about thirty seconds of silence. Jimmy beamed and pointed to the dresser. I pulled the clear plastic cock cage out of the top drawer. "Get me some ice please," he said to me. I headed downstairs and grabbed the ice tray from the freezer and headed back upstairs, handing it to Jimmy. My trainer pulled two ice cubes from the tray and started to rub them up and down Tyler's impressive boner. Before long, his hardness relented and his erection had subsided enough to slip it into the cock cage, where it was locked securely into place. "Thank you, though, for doing this. I did enjoy it," Tyler said as he stared down at his dick, which was now locked away with no hope of emptying his balls for a whole month. "I'll see you online, I guess." That was the end of that, and I watched as he headed out of the room without looking back. "See what I mean?" Jimmy said after Tyler left and he'd explained my earlier question. "Respect. He'll be back, eventually. He loved it, even during the whippings when he was screaming for mercy. I could tell by the way his dick never lost its hardness the entire time." "That, and you have the key," I added with a laugh. Jimmy and I stroked out another load of ball juice, and then he carried me to his bed where we fell asleep in each other's arms. *** The following morning, I awoke to an empty bed. Looked at the clock- 6:47 am. Shook my head, went back to sleep. Woke up, clock was 7:37 am. Ugh. Eyes closed. Sleep. 8:02 am. Finally, I just gave in and crawled out of bed, padded naked to the bathroom, used the toilet, showered, and walked downstairs, a towel wrapped around my waist. "Good morning birthday boy," Jimmy said with a huge grin on his face. "It was yesterday," I pointed out as I sat down at the table across from him. "Not as far as I'm concerned," he replied with a wink. "Your parents didn't do anything for you, so in my book today is your birthday, and it will be treated as such. Go get dressed, because I'm going to take you out for the day." "Where are we going?" I asked as I stood up. "I only brought clothes to wear around the house, nothing nice to go out with." "We can stop and buy you something on the way," Jimmy replied with a smile. "Now hurry." "Yes, Sir," I said with a laugh as I ran upstairs to get dressed. Ten minutes later we were in the car, and on our way to the mysterious destination. "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise," Jimmy replied, and wouldn't say another word; we stopped at the mall on the way out of town, and he bought me a pair of cream-colored khakis, a burgundy button-down shirt with a collar, and a black tie, despite my protestations to the contrary. "Nonsense," he replied when I told him it was too expensive, "where we're going, you should look your absolute best." After I'd changed in the dressing room, I couldn't help but ask, a third time, where we were going. And again, I still had no answer. After buying a pair of nice, shiny black shoes, we left the mall and headed out of town. After getting on I-80, we headed east, and after a while I started seeing signs for New York City. "You're taking me to New York?" I asked, excited. "Yes," he replied with a fantastic grin. "If your parents can go off without you on the weekend of your birthday, then you deserve to have something extra special. I'm taking you to see a show on Broadway, so use my phone and look up what shows you might want to see." I was stunned, speechless. My parents had taken me to New York City was I was ten, but I hated the constant hustle and bustle of the city that never sleeps. I searched online for a list of shows, and named off a few I wanted to see. Top on my list was "The Lion King". "Then that is what we will see," he replied with a nod, dialed a number and held the phone to his ear. After a minute of silence, he started talking to whoever had answered on the other end. "Phil? It's Jim. I need two tickets to 'The Lion King'. Today. Yes, today. I'm on my way there right now. Another hour or so until we get there. Really? That would be great, thanks." He disconnected, and I asked him what was so exciting. He said I would find out when we got there, that it was another birthday surprise. I sighed and settled back into my seat to wait. Before long, I could see the city in the distance, its massive skyscrapers pointing to the sky as a testament to the achievements of man's desire to build, build, build. We spent another forty-five minutes stuck in traffic, and finally Jimmy chose a parking garage. I hoped we wouldn't be doing too much walking, because my feet already hurt from the new shoes. I didn't complain though, not wanting to ruin the day. Jimmy and I walked side by side down the street until we arrived at the theater where "The Lion King" was showing. Jimmy said his name to the woman behind the ticket counter, and she handed him two tickets, which he stuck inside his coat pocket and thanked her before turning back to me. "We still have some time, so what do you say we get something to eat?" "Where is a good place?" I asked, my head constantly turning around and around at the overwhelming sights of the massive city. "We don't have much time though." "How about some authentic New York pizza?" "Sounds good," I said, and we headed down the block for some of the best pizza I'd ever tasted in my life. After we finished eating, me careful not to ruin my clothes, we headed back to the theater, which by now had begun seating for the show. We were led all the way up to the eighth row from the front, center. I was surprised at how close the seats were, and settled in. The show started shortly after, and it was kind of cheesy, but I was enjoying myself immensely because here I was, seeing a show on Broadway for the first time. After the show was over, Jimmy mentioned the rest of the surprise from the phone call to his friend Phil. "We're going backstage to meet the cast." It was, and is to this day, one of my most memorable moments. I can have normal kid moments if I want to. Everyone was so nice, and after I got to meet and shake everyone's hands, we left the theater and headed home. By far, one of the best birthdays imaginable. We arrived home at eight-thirty, where I was surprised to see a bunch of cars parked in the driveway. "You're throwing me a party too?" I asked, unable to believe my eyes. "You deserve it, don't you think?" Jimmy replied as we parked on the street. He turned to me and said, "You're a great kid. The way your parents desert you all the time isn't fair. You've earned yourself an amazing party. Now, I must explain that typically when I throw a party, it is all about sex, drugs, music and having as much fun as you can with as many people as possible. Every one of those guys in there is a Master, and has brought along his own house-slave, so it will definitely be a house-full of people. This is your party. It can be simple- we can go in, have some cake and ice cream, play normal kid games, whatever you want to do. Or, if you want, we can have lots of the other kind of fun. You're in training to be a Master, so all of the other Masters have agreed to give you free reign over all of the house-slaves inside. You can use them however you want, and we'll back you up one-hundred percent. It's your choice. Simple, or sexual." "Oh Jimmy," I said, happy that we had met. "I can't imagine my life without you. You're the absolute best! Yes, I want to be able to show my control over all the slaves in there!" I moved to get out of the car, but Jimmy held onto my arm. "There is only one condition to you going in there and showing off your Master skills. Mark is off-limits. Although he will probably be busy doing everything else, taking care of guests, feeding everyone, you are not to touch him, look at him, speak to him. Is that clear?" I nodded, and we got out of the car and headed inside. What a sight to behold! All those people there, just for me! Jimmy and I made our way around, introductions at a rapid pace that I could scarcely remember all the names. Masters were sitting on chairs, the sofa, recliner or whatever available seating there was, each with a slave at his feet. Each slave was naked of course. Most had collars to show ownership, some had tattoos of their Master's name, but the one thing that was common to all the slaves was the chastity belt. This did not surprise me in the least. We went into the kitchen, where I was formally introduced, at long last, to Mark, Jimmy's house-slave. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Sir," Mark said, eyes downcast, looking at the floor instead of me. Jimmy shook his head in disgust, grabbed Mark by the balls and twisted, saying, "You will show him more respect than that, you worthless shit." Mark nodded and said, "Yes, Sir," before looking up at me and smiling. "Happy fourteenth birthday, Sir." "Thanks," I replied, and Jimmy nodded his approval. Then we went off, leaving Mark to attend to kitchen duties and the needs of the guests. At nine, I was brought center stage into the middle of the living room, and everyone started singing 'Happy Birthday'. Mark came out of the kitchen carrying a cake decorated with what I assumed were whips and chains, and the words 'Happy Birthday To A Great Master-In-Training'. There were fourteen candles ablaze, which I blew out in one breath after making the customary wish. Mark disappeared back into the kitchen, and then returned a moment later to hand me a plate of cake and ice cream. It was delicious, and Jimmy said that Mark had made it while we were gone. I turned to express my gratitude to Mark, but he was already gone back to the kitchen. Oh what a night it turned out to be! Masters having sex with slaves that weren't their own, Jimmy and I taking turns with every slave we could, until my dick was so sore from all the sex, and my balls so empty from shooting load after load. There was so much action that it would take me a hundred pages to describe it all. Finally, at ten minutes past one, I couldn't go anymore, I was exhausted. I told everyone goodnight, goodbye and expressed my gratitude for having an amazing birthday, went upstairs and crawled into Jimmy's bed. I was out before my head even hit the pillow. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~ To be continued... Also be sure to check out the other stories I have on nifty! [1] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/an-expression-of-love [2] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/life-on-the-road [3] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/bisexual/incest/just-between-family [4] http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/little-bro-in-heat