Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2022 08:08:05 -0400
From: Locked Cub <lockedcubstories@gmail.com>
Subject: Chastity and Service - Part 2

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Chastity and Service

A Different Kind of Training (Part 2)

The next day, I had a long schedule of meetings in my home office.  I had
transitioned to working remotely over the past year, and Todd had set me up
an area in the basement for my work.  It allowed me to maintain my dress
code of only wearing my cage at home, except in the rare instance I needed
to be on camera for a meeting.  Even then, I only wore a shirt.  So, I had
to remember to set out some clothes to wear after work to head over to
John's house.

My former trainer lived only about fifteen minutes away, but I had only
been to his house twice since I graduated from his program, and both had
been brief visits.  When I pulled up the driveway and turned my car off, I
experienced nostalgia.  While the program was grueling, it was a valuable
experience for me.  I had met my future husband and became close with three
other subs that trained with me at various points: Jay, Max, and Mateo.
They had all moved on to be collared and start their new lives, but it all
came back to me as I walked around to the side of the house.

The path led to a door on the basement level.  It had a code you punched in
to open it, and as I entered, I saw the cubicles to my right.  When
training under John, you were assigned one.  It was color-coded to your
collar.  Mine had been yellow, and the yellow bin was where I had placed
all of my clothes and belongings after undressing.  John never allowed a
sub to wear clothes inside his home.  Only doms had that privilege.  I
looked at the nameplate on my former box and saw Tim listed.  Ben was
labeled on the green bin, and the red one had the name Kai.  I recognized
that name.  Kai had come over to our house last year when he had begun
training under John.  It was one of the first things you did as a sub.  You
went to a home of a former sub and master and interviewed them both to
understand what to expect and what a true dom and sub dynamic was like.

As I sat there and looked at the boxes, it dawned on me that Kai should be
graduating in another month.  It was hard to believe that time had passed
as quickly as it did.  Bo and I would have been considered old subs now at
this point as the training program moved onward.  I looked to the side and
saw the black bin that was unlabeled.  This was used for potentials when
they were interviewing with John for the program, but it was to be utilized
when you visited his house, too.  I pulled out the bin, undressed, and
folded my clothes inside it before returning it to its place and turning
towards the inner door.  I adjusted my cage and collar and took a deep
breath before opening the door and entering the basement.

The lights were on as I walked into the large space.  It was filled with
various bondage equipment used during training and at parties.  To the
immediate left of the door were three boxes on the concrete floor made of
colored tape.  Within these squares, subs would kneel and wait patiently
for John to come down to greet them.  To the right of the door was a low
table that I remembered was where I had signed the contract to become a
chastity sub for John and start my journey.  Above this were the pictures
of the current subs, and they were naked, wearing only their collars and
cages.  I saw and recognized Kai immediately.  Next to his picture, I saw
one labeled Tim.  He was a short, husky boy covered with dense, dark fur
from head to toe.  The other sub pictured, Ben, was tall and thin and had a
cute smile.  As I admired the pictures, I heard the voice of John over the
speakers in the room.

"Good evening, boy."

"Hello, Sir!" I replied as I turned around and looked at the cameras in the
corner of the room.

"Bo texted me to tell me he is running late," John replied.  "Why don't you
come up to the office, and we can talk."

"Sure thing!" I replied.

I walked down the hall to the left of the entrance and into the door that
led to the staircase to the main floor.  From here, you exited another door
and then took another flight of stairs up to the second floor.  When I got
to the landing, I saw the light from John's office down the hall to the
right.  As I walked in, John was dressed in his business suit but had
removed his coat and tie and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing the
matt of fur underneath.

John was a successful lawyer in Atlanta.  As a sub in training, I traveled
to his office several times to service him in the evenings when he was
working late and needed a stress release.  But, he had a nice office set up
at home that he used pretty regularly, too.  He had placed all the pictures
of the subs that had graduated from his program on the wall.  Twenty were
there now, and I was the seventeenth one.  I smiled at him as I entered,
and he grinned back.

"Good to see you again, boy," John replied as he pointed at the chair
across from his desk.  "Please sit.  We can be more formal later."

"Yes, Sir," I replied as I took a seat.  "I was admiring the pictures of
your subs downstairs."

"They are a good group," John replied.  "They come and go too quickly, it
seems."

"I understand that, Sir," I replied with a grin.  "It doesn't seem that
long ago that I had my first meeting with you at the restaurant with my
friend Rick."

"You were a good catch," John replied.  "Disciplined and intelligent.  I am
proud of how well you have adapted to chastity and service under Todd."

"Thanks, Sir," I replied.  "I owe it all to you and your program."

John smiled and grabbed the glass of bourbon on his desk and took a sip
before leaning back.

"So, you know why you are here," John said.  "How do you feel about Bo
exploring a more dominant lifestyle?"

"It's different, Sir," I replied.  "To be honest, it is not something I
would ever do, but I've seen him evolve.  I think he needs to find who he
is.  If that is more switch, then so be it."

John smiled, stood, and walked around to the wall.  He pointed at the
pictures of two older men that hung there.

"Did I ever tell you about them?"

"No, Sir," I replied.

"The one on the left is Sir Tony, and the one on the right is his sub,
Richard."

"Are they friends of yours?" I asked.

Todd chuckled and stared at the pictures.

"No, boy.  They were much more than that."

"Were, Sir?" I asked

"They have since passed away," John replied as he turned and returned to
his desk.  "As I was your mentor, Sir Tony was mine.  When I was in my
twenties, I was a young, dumb, horny kid that thought he knew everything
about being a dominant.  It took meeting him to get me to understand I had
a lot to learn."

"I see," I replied.

John smiled as he leaned back in his chair and took another sip of his
drink.

"Sir Tony took me in as a sub for a while along with my friends Bart and
Wes."

"Oh, I remember them!" I replied.  "They stayed with you a few years ago,
and Jay, Bo, and I help service and take care of them."

"Yup," John said.  "We lived together in the same apartment back in those
days."

"And you were a sub?" I asked in astonishment.

John laughed.

"Hard to believe?"

"I can't see it," I replied.

"I couldn't either, at the time," John replied.  "Sir Tony told me that the
best way to understand how to act as a dom is to put yourself in a sub's
shoes for a while.  He trained us for a brief period and let us experience
what it was like to be chaste and serve another man.  It was an eye-opening
experience for me and made me realize just how difficult being a goods sub
is and, similarly, how difficult it is to be a good dom.  But the
experience was worthwhile.  I made many changes in my life and, through his
guidance, became the man I am today.  In many ways, he became my surrogate
father.  I think of him often."

I smiled and looked up at the pictures as John continued.

"Richard was invaluable, too.  He mentored me as a sub, and when we moved
on to training as dominants, he was patient and kind and showed me what
true service is.  He had been with Sir Tony for decades, and he modeled a
healthy dom/sub relationship."

"I'm glad you had them to help you," I replied as I looked at John.
"Obviously, you put a lot of effort into your training program, and I know
us subs appreciate it."

John smiled.

"Well, I am glad to hear you say that.  But one additional lesson he taught
me is that the role you take on is not necessarily the one you stick with.
That was especially true for Wes.  He was a total sub when he was younger."

"Really?" I asked.

The thought of Wes as a sub had not even crossed my mind.  He just read dom
to me from the first time I met him.  He was a softer dom, to be sure, but
still a dominant.

"It is true," John said with a laugh.  "He only later explored being a
switch and then moved to full dominant sometime after he and Bart moved to
New York."

"That sounds like Bo," I replied.

"That is what I was getting at," John said as he leaned forward and put his
arms on his desk.  "Bo is going through a transition.  He is still learning
what makes him feel comfortable.  I am willing to take him on and mentor
him in some dominant techniques and help guide him, but I want to make sure
you are comfortable with this."

"Oh, I am fine, Sir," I replied.  "We discussed this already.  I just want
him to be happy with who he is."

"And I discussed this with your master Todd, too," John continued.  "But,
are you ok with him exploring this with you?  I would be happy for him to
work with my subs, but I think it would work better since you two are in
Todd's household together."

"I am ok with working with him," I replied.  "No worries."

"And how is permanent chastity suiting you?" John asked.

"Not a problem at all, Sir," I replied with a smile.  "I still follow your
protocols and haven't been out of my cage except for cleaning since I
trained under you."

"Good boy," John replied.

"I'm very happy being a sub," I said.  "Especially since it sounds like I
might be my future husband's part-time sub now, too."

John laughed as his phone beeped and vibrated.  He looked at the
notification and then at me.

"That is him.  Go downstairs and take your place like you used to.  I'll
bring him down shortly."

"Yes, Sir!" I replied as I stood and left the room.

Fifteen minutes passed between the time I walked downstairs and knelt in
the yellow square in the basement and when I heard the sound of footsteps
coming down the staircase.  I turned and saw John appear first when the
door opened, followed by Bo.  They both had removed their shirts, shoes,
and socks and were only in their pants.  Still, seeing Bo dressed in a
space that we shared as naked subs was a mind trip.  I saw a dark band
around Bo's upper forearm as he approached.  When they both paused and
stood in front of me, I could clearly see it.  It was made of neoprene and
trimmed with thin green lines on the top and bottom.  The word 'Dom' was
written in white letters on the outside.  I smiled up at him, and he
grinned back.

"Stand, boy," John said firmly.

As I got to my feet in front of my fiancé and former trainer, I spread
my legs slightly and assumed a proper attention stand as I had done so many
times in the past.  My collar and cage were on full display.

"As I communicated with you, I will be training Bo here on several
techniques used in the BDSM arena and mentoring him on navigating the role
of a switch between a sub and dominant.  Some of this training will be
one-on-one, but you will be asked to come by to sub for him as he practices
and learns.  Do you formally agree to this, boy?"

"I do, Sir," I replied.

"When Bo is in dominant mode, he will wear this band around his arm," John
said.  "When you see it, you are to treat him as you would me or any other
dominant.  When it is off, you will be equals.  I felt it was important to
have this symbol so you knew how to act responsibly."

"Thank you, Sir," I replied.

"Master Bo?" John asked as he turned to face him.

Bo turned, and I could see the reaction on his face being called that.  It
was going to take some getting used to on my part hearing that title too.

"Yes, Sir?" Bo asked.

"Call me John when that band is around your arm, Bo," John said softly.
"If you are going to explore being a dominant, you need to fully put
yourself into that headspace."

"Yes, John," Bo said with a smile.

"Are you willing to take this boy to be your sub while we train?" John
asked.  "You will have to treat him as I treat all my subs.  While he may
be your fiancé, you cannot show favoritism."

"I understand, Sir," Bo replied.  "I mean, John."

"It's ok, Bo," John said as he reached out to grab Bo's shoulder.  "It will
take some time to get into the right mindset.  But you will get there.  In
the meantime, let's get this started right.  Boy?  Recite the creed I
taught you for your new Master, Bo."

I stared forward and smiled before I spoke.

"I am a sub in training under the supervision of Sir Bo.  My goal is to
serve men in the best way I can and derive pleasure from that service.  My
chastity cage and collar are a symbol of that service."

It rolled off my tongue before I realized it, and Bo chuckled when I
addressed him.  John cleared his throat and looked at Bo to get him to take
things seriously, though.

"Master Bo, please take your boy over to the cross and tie him up," John
said.  "We can start on some flogging techniques tonight."

"Yes, John," Bo replied before moving to the side so I could walk over.

It was a weird evening, to be sure.  Feeling myself being locked into the
restraints by Bo and then feeling the impacts on my back as delivered by
him was an out-of-body experience.  He was tender and soft at first, but
John corrected him, and before long, he was bringing out the color in my
lower back and ass.  I know he must have been concerned about my pain
level, but I honestly was ok.  It wasn't like I didn't get flogged
regularly by Todd downstairs in the basement before he fucked me.  The
session lasted an hour since Bo was inexperienced, but I felt like he made
some progress.

When I was taken down from the cross, I was made to kneel before Bo, and
John walked him through some scenarios.  What would happen if a sub called
out and wanted things to stop?  What would happen if they asked for more?
How do you know what flogger to use and for how long?  These were the
questions they explored together while I sat quietly.  It was a lot to take
in, and I am sure Bo was getting overwhelmed.  After about twenty minutes
of discussion, they had me return to my spot on the floor and then left the
room.  Later, John appeared alone and had me stand in front of him.

"How are you, boy?" John asked.  "Speak freely."

"Ok, Sir," I replied.  "It was really weird, but I am good."

"We will take things further in our next session, but you did well," John
said.  "Bo has returned home, and his armband has been removed.  Todd
intends to cage him up this evening, and you will both be back to being
subs for the time being.  As much as a learning process this will be for
him, so it will be for you.  If you feel uncomfortable or would rather he
train with someone else, you let me know at any time.  You know I am here
and will listen to you, always."

"Thanks, Sir," I replied.  "It will take some time, but I'm sure I will
adapt."

"In the future, you may be asked to complete the session by sucking him off
or providing your ass to him for his pleasure," John said.  "I figured that
might be too much for the first time, so we will save that for another
session."

I smiled.

"May I provide that pleasure to you for your time and efforts, Sir?"

"I'd like that, boy," John said.  "How about mounting the fuck bench for
me."

"Gladly, Sir!" I replied.

John let his pants drop as I walked over and crawled onto the padded wooden
furniture.  I turned back to see his hardening cock as he stroked it.  My
former trainer was well-endowed.  His cock was thick and long, and I
enjoyed feeling it inside me.

"We will forgo strapping you in," John said as he grabbed some lube and
applied it to his shaft.  "But I want you to remain quiet and accept me
inside you, fully."

"Understood, Sir," I replied.

I closed my eyes and took a breath as I felt his large hands rub my lower
back.  The tip of his cock rested near my ass, and precum that had formed
dribbled down my crack.  John slapped it twice on my ass before spreading
my hole with his hand and pushing his lubed finger inside.  I groaned in
response, and as I felt him move deep, my nub instantly swelled.  John
shoved his dick in my ass when the finger was removed in one swift
movement.  My eyes popped open, and I grasped the bench as I felt a tinge
of pain spread through my lower body.

"That's a boy," John groaned.  "I always did love your hole."

I closed my eyes again and concentrated on relaxing to let him inside me.
The head of his cock slid over my sensitive prostate, and fluids flowed
from my cage and dripped to the floor.  John was known for his stamina, so
I knew that I could be in for a long ride, and I was not disappointed.  For
almost ten minutes, he pounded my ass, first with slow, deliberate strokes
and then with a faster motion that made the bench creak as it shifted.  The
smack of his groin against my ass echoed in the room, and I did my best not
to make a sound, though some grunts did slip by my clenched teeth.

My ass was going numb as I felt him speed up once again.  He gripped my
waist tight, and I felt sweat droplets as they fell off his hairy chest and
landed on me.  He had brought his large frame onto his toes for leverage
and was giving me a hell of a rutting.

"Getting close, boy," John groaned.  "Squeeze that ass for me.  I know you
know how to milk a dominant!"

I grinned and applied what pressure I could as his cock pistoned in and out
of me.  As a result, it forced his head to slide more forcefully over my
g-spot, and I felt a familiar warmth in my groin.

"Fuck!" John growled loudly as his dick rhythmically pulsed deep inside me.

The sensation was too much for me, and I went over the edge and came, too.
Cum squirted from my cage, and my head spun as the intensity of the orgasm
flooded my system.  I involuntarily moaned, and John laughed.

"I feel that prostate of yours pumping.  Feel good, boy?"

"Yes, Sir," I said as I tried to catch my breath.

John slapped my ass hard and forced himself into me one more time before
withdrawing.  My ass sat gaping open as he did, and I felt the cum flood
out and over my balls.  My body heaved in response, and I let out a loud
guttural groan.

"Now, I have not seen that nub of yours drain that much in a long time!"
John replied as he reached down and grasped my cage.

"You felt so good, Sir," I replied.  "I'm sorry.  I could not help it."

"Nothing to apologize for, boy," John replied as he stood up and turned to
grab a towel to wipe off.  "You let me cum first, and you were quiet and
respectful as I taught you.  You deserved that reward."

My head was still spinning as I felt John grab my arm and help pull me to a
standing position.  I held onto the fuck bench until I recovered and then
looked down to see a huge puddle of cum on the floor.

"Was that all from me, Sir?"

John laughed.

"Mostly, boy.  Be sure to clean your mess up before you leave.  I will see
you soon."

I turned to see him smile and grab his pants to walk upstairs before I
reached back to feel my ass.  It was covered in cum and sticky.

"Fucking hell," I groaned as I moved into the side room to grab the
products to straighten up, clean, and disinfect the equipment and space.


When I returned home, I saw Todd sitting down watching TV with his feet
propped in Bo's.  Bo looked up at me as I stripped my clothes off and
walked into the room, and he stood and walked over to hug me.

"Thanks for being willing to work with me, babe."

"Sure!" I replied as I reached down to grope his crotch.

I felt the metal cage under his boxers, and I smiled.

"Back to equals," Bo said.

"And you need to get back to my feet, boy!" Todd replied.  "You aren't done
yet!"

"Yes, Sir!" Bo said as he returned to massage our master's paws.

I laughed and went to my room to update my blog and put some of my thoughts
down.  It was the start of a wild year that would see many changes in our
household, but one that saw me grow a lot in my own way, too.