Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2021 17:34:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: jim's younger Dom - installment 10 (conclusion)

So when we began our tale, jim was tied in a chair, remember?  He was
wearing only light colored athletic tights, and his chest hair had grown
in.  He was gagged, roped around his middle, and with his wrists tied
behind him.  Liam, his DOM, was out on an errand.

It had been two years ago that Liam had taken jim, via a very convoluted,
but ultimately successful plot, worked him over, and finally, turned the
big straight guy into a submissive bottom.  By showing some "moxie" as
they call it, and because of Liam's son's affection for his former
fencing teacher,  Liam had kept jim as his sub, after he had completely
broken him - or at least to the point where he knew he'd get what he
wanted, sooner or later.

Marty, Liam's son, had grown out of his obsession with "big jim" as he
called him, but he thought of him as his uncle, not his second father,
and that was fine with jim.   jim still gave him fencing lessons, but not
at the studio.  Liam had decided that, as part of jim's submission, he
was going to be available for whenever Liam wanted him.  They closed the
studio, and jim kept busy by polishing up his old legal skills and, in
addition to being Liam's sub, he became general counsel for the companies
Liam and his father Sam ran from their homes.

When Liam left him tied up and shirtless, jim knew there was nipple play
in the near future.  Liam had various different "games" he played with
jim's nipples, and it was always a guess as to what he was going to do at
a particular point in time.  He was probably going to fuck jim too,
because the last time  he had been in jim's ass was nearly twelve hours
ago.  As he sat there, trying not to let his cock get bigger in the
chastity cage, jim couldn't help but think of the vibrator, which Liam
had slid, in and out of him, before he had fucked him.  jim had been
gagged, tightly, because even though Marty was a smart kid and knew "what
the deal was" between his father and jim,  Liam didn't see any need for
him to know any particulars.

jim's cock had been locked up for three weeks.  Liam was "training" him.
He'd lock him up for a period of time, then release him so that he could
jerk off, and then he'd lock him up for a longer period of time.  He had
another week to go before he'd get relief:  IF he pleased Liam.

He heard the door open, then he heard Liam's footsteps coming toward the
room, and then saw his DOM open the door.
"HEY GOOD LOOKIN'.  YOU KNOW, I HAD YOU ON MY MIND FOR MOST OF THE TIME I
WAS GONE."
"mfimres"  jim's gag let sound out a bit, and he had just muttered
"figures."
"Yeah, I know, right?  You're so goddamn hot, how could I not.  I bet I
was on YOUR mind, huh, stud?"
"mmmph."  jim nodded his head, as he saw Liam pulling up a chair.  Now he
knew what the game was, and he sucked in his belly so his nipples pointed
out.  As Liam ran his goatee over each one, a big whimper came out of
jim.  After Liam had finished with his hair stimulation, he smiled,
looking at jim.
"You know, I betcha ya didn't think it was possible:  they just get more
and more sensitive don't they big jim?  "    Liam was right.  The more
Liam tortured his tits, the more sensitive they were.  Now, if Liam even
looked at jim's chest, jim could feel his cock begin to crest.
Liam followed the beard work with squeezing, twisting, and jim began to
shift in the chair, and moan.  "Plszzzzzzzzzsir"
"Harder? You want it harder?"  jim shook his head no, as Liam teased him,
pushing his knee into his crotch.
"OK, I can do it harder.  You want clamps too?"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN"  Liam was shifting his knee back and forth,
horizontally, over jim's "man pussy" as Liam called it, and the
stimulation was making jim a wreck.  He DIDN'T want the clamps, but he
knew he was gonna get them.
"NNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  he was so
stimulated that he nearly pulled the chair up when the clamps closed on
his tits.
"You wanna get fucked studmuffin?"  Liam pulled on the chain.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm?"  jim didn't answer, he just moaned.  Then Liam dropped
the chain.
"Cause I wanna fuck you. I wanna fuck you so bad..."  He pulled out a
small sharp knife.  jim's eyes bulged.
"I'm just gonna cut a hole in those tights, and fuck you without
undressing you.  But you know what? You're gonna BEG for it."
jim knew this game.  He knew he was gonna lose, but he shook his head no,
as vigorously as he could, as Liam played with the clamps.
"OH, that sweet ass of yours jimboy.  As sweet now as it was the first
time.  " He laughed.  "Maybe a little looser, but hey, that's ok."
jim tried to calculate how many times he had been fucked in the two
years.  It sure was well over 500.  How many blow jobs had he given? Over
300.  How many times had he been shaved?  About a dozen.  He was due for
another one soon, that was for sure.
Liam began pulling on the chain.  "So... whaddya say jim?  Want my
cock?"  jim closed his eyes, trying to handle the pain.  He had gotten
better at it, but it never stopped hurting.  He nodded his head yes.
"Well, let me hear that."  The knife cut the gag away, and jim took a
deep breath.
"FUCK ME SIR LIAM.  FUCK ME.  FUCK ME HARD."   He saw Liam's smile before
he leaned in and kissed him.
"My Daddy bottom.  That's what ya are, jim.  My fucking Daddy sub."
"Yes sir.  Yours.  Only yours. "  He felt the ropes leaving his middle,
but his wrists stayed tied.  That meant Liam was taking him from behind.
He saw the collar.
"Let's just get this on you stud.  Keep you in place."  Liam locked it
on, and then jim was on his belly on the bed.  To make things
interesting, he pushed his hands down as if he were trying to cover his
ass, even though he knew he couldn't.
"Ha ha.  Nice try, bitch.  Not happening."  Liam pushed jim's wrists
up.  "You hold them there stud. "  jim complied, and felt as the knife
cut away at the tights.  He felt Liam's fingers push his ass cheeks apart
and heard and felt the wad of spit hit his hole.
Then the now familiar cock.  Slicing into him, as if it owned him -
because it did.
"OH YES SIR.  YES YES. SO GOOD. SO GOOD.  ALL THE WAY SIR PLEASE."   It
had been about a year since jim wasn't faking when he begged like that.
He LOVED the feel of  Liam's cock. He felt Liam on top of him, his mouth
over his ear, whispering.
"FUCK TOI .  MANCUNT.  BITCH.  "   All words jim loved to hear.  The man
owned him.  Now, as he pumped into jim, faster and harder, jim did what
he knew Liam loved:  he squeezed his ass cheeks hard, so Liam couldn't
get his cock out.  The stimulation brought Liam to the edge and he poured
semen into jim.  Liam had joked, at one of the dinners with his "club,"
that he had put so much semen into jim, he'd have been constantly
pregnant.  That joke had embarrassed jim so badly , he had really fought
that night when Liam took him to bed.  His punishment was the butt plug
during the day, and a five inch dildo in his ass at night, until he came
to Liam and begged for him to  "breed me Sir."

"Know where we're going tomorrow, big jim?"
"No Sir.  I didn't see anything on your schedule."
"Heh heh.  Something we haven't done before.  New gym opened.  It has a
wrestling ring.  I'm gonna kick your ass."
"We'll see about that Sir. You may fuck it, but.."
THAT was the kind of talk that Liam loved.  "Yeah, we will stud.  If you
win, maybe I'll take off the cage early.  "

Of course, jim didn't win, and the cage stayed on the full four weeks.
It came off  just before another one of the meetings of Liam's club.
When jim looked around at the other subs, he noticed something:  NONE of
the other subs had been at the first one of these Liam had dragged him
to.  He was, de facto  "senior sub."  That gave him a bit of a thrill.
When he mentioned it to Liam when they got home, Liam smiled.
"Well, we may have to celebrate that.  I've been thinking of getting a
tat for you.  Maybe it's time."
A few days later, jim was face down again, his ass out in the open, but
for the tattoo artist to stencil in  "Property of Liam"
jim wore it proudly.

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Time for us to take our leave, readers.  I hope you enjoyed jim's tale.
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what you think.  Until the next adventure... Ciao.