Date: Tue, 29 Jun 2021 14:05:06 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Jim's Younger Dom - installment 7 Marty and jim caught on like the proverbial house on fire. For jim, Marty was the son he never had, who worshipped him. For Marty, having a solid, secure adult like Jim was very, VERY stabilizing. If Liam was jealous, he never showed it. He had other things in mind. Indeed, to Liam, it was time to move things with jim to another level: the level he wanted all along. jim opened the studio on Saturdays. One Saturday, though, Liam's assistant called all of jim's Saturday appointments, without telling jim, to inform them that the studio was closed that weekend "due to some important business for jim." And it WAS important business. As they got into bed the Friday night before, Liam tried not to grin. The greater the element of surprise, the better it would be. By 6 Saturday morning, jim began to feel Liam's hard cock banging up against his ass. By now, he had gotten used to that: sometimes it meant Liam wanted a butt fuck before work, sometimes it meant he just wanted to jerk off all over jim. This morning, though, things were different. jim felt Liam's hand brush up against his nipple and begin to play with it. He could feel Liam's cock getting harder. Then he felt Liam's mouth on his ear. "Who's my bitch daddy?" He whispered. "bitch daddy?" That was new. "daddy sub" was what he usually called jim. Liam's fingers began to work on jim's nipple and he whispered, in a sterner tone. "I ASKED WHO'S MY BITCH DADDY?" "Hey, c'mon Liam. If you wanna fuck me, just fuck me." jim answered in a surly tone, and regretted it right away. He felt Liam's hand clamped over his mouth, and he felt Liam flip him onto his belly. "CAN'T ANSWER? WELL MAYBE I HAVE TO SHOW YOU." jim felt Liam's cock plunge in, with no lube, and with no pause in between thrusts. He was all the way in, in one thrust. jim's scream was muffled. "You wake my son up with your screams, and you'll get 13 in you before the day is over, BITCH DADDY" jim shook his head to indicate that he understood. then he yelped as Liam thrust in harder. He wasn't sliding back and forth. He was just pushing forward. "It's about time you accepted what you are, jim. MINE is what you are. MY BITCH." Now, he began to slide back and forth, but each slide back was followed by a hard shove forward. jim had gotten used to the way Liam fucked, so he knew the signs that the man was going to shoot. There weren't any. This time, he felt like he was getting fucked by a piston. It began to hurt, and he squirmed. "BE STILL MANCUNT. I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU." jim felt Liam's hand come off of his mouth, but then he felt a narrow strip of cloth get shoved between his teeth. It was a necktie, and Liam pulled jim's head back. He had his mouth back on jim's ear. "This weekend, daddy sub, you're gonna learn what it's like to be a REAL GRADE A BITCH. MY BITCH." "mmmmmnggggggnnnnnn" jim's eyes rolled in the back of his head, as he felt the hard nibbling on his ear, and he felt Liam begin to stiffen in the way that meant: he'd shoot soon. jim was getting hard too, and the friction of the sheets was pushing him further and further. "You cum before I say you can, and you'll regret it, MANBITCH" Liam's voice was dark, and controlling. He pulled the necktie HARD, and then shot a load into jim bigger than any jim had ever felt. "HOLY SHIT" jim was thinking. "What the fuck has gotten into him?" Whatever it was, it wasn't over. When Liam pulled out, he grabbed jim's wrists and pulled them behind him. He took the necktie he had been using to gag him, and roped his wrists together. "Liam, what the..." "SHUT UP BITCH. YOU'LL FIND OUT WHEN I'M READY TO TELL YOU." Then jim felt a smack across his ass. "SHIT." he thought. His ex-wife used to "help him along" by spanking him, or shoving a finger up his ass, but jim always preferred the spanking. He grunted. "OH. THE BITCH LIKES THAT. THE SILVER FOX BITCH LIKES IT. " Liam rolled jim on his side and he took his cock in his hand. He began sliding it back and forth. "Don't think for a minute this means you're shooting silver daddy . FUCK THAT. You shoot when I get what I want." "HUH? I don't understand Liam. You just fucked me. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOUCH" Liam had just squeezed jim's balls, hard. "FROM HERE ON IN, I AM NOT LIAM TO YOU BITCH. I AM SIR. OR MASTER. " "FUCK THAT" jim answered, and got a harder squeeze. "SAY IT FUCKHEAD. SAY IT RIGHT NOW." "Ok, ok. Sir. Yes sir. I understand. Sir or Master. " "DAMN RIGHT." Liam began to l augh. "I'm gonna leave you there so I can feed Marty. Sam's coming over, so you and I..." he paused and smiled. "We're gonna have the whole day to play. Because..." He looked at jim. "This is the day I'm gonna break my new bitch." He looked at jim. "You're gonna keep quiet when my Dad is here, aren't you?" He looked at jim with an evil glance. jim answered, softly. "yes sir." "MAKE SURE YOU DO." Liam walked off. He heard him. "MARTY BOY. GET ON UP. WAFFLES AND SAM. SOUND LIKE A GOOD DAY?" jim didn't hear Marty's response, but he must have asked about jim, because he heard Liam answer. "Not today monster squirt. Today he's gotta spend time with his other boyfriends. But tomorrow... tomorrow you two can have the day together. I get him for the night? Deal?" "What the?" jim was thinking. He was clueless as to what was going on. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx jim kept quiet while Liam was packing Marty up for the day with Sam. He heard Marty ask if he could say goodbye and he heard Liam say "big jim is a little tied up right now, squirt. He'll be free for you tonight." Then he heard Sam say "maybe," and Liam laughed. "He will be. " jim heard Liam's footsteps coming toward the bedroom. He was smiling, wearing his weekend uniform of jeans and a white polo shirt. "Still don't know what's happening big jim" "No Sir. I don't have a clue. Did I do something wrong?" Liam smiled. "Actually, you did everything right. THAT's why this is happening." Liam moved around the bed, and jim saw him checking the restraints that were attached to each foot. "You had to expect this jim. I've been calling you daddy sub for a while, but you know.... you've never surrendered. You've never acknowledged that you belong to me, and that I'm in charge." jim was silent. He hadn't. And he didn't plan to. "Roll over. I gotta get you untied before I retie you." jim sighed and did what he was told. He felt one of Liam's hands firmly on the back of his neck to make sure he didn't try anything, as he untied him. "Now roll over and spread out like a star. You know you can't take me, so don't even try it." "yes sir," jim answered weakly. Liam pulled his wrists, and tied them tight. Then his ankles. jim's hard on stood a good 7 inches out above his body. He needed to shoot. Liam smiled, and ran a finger along the back of jim's cock. "Oh, are you gonna be sorry about that hard on. Now... Let's move on to the easy stuff.... nipples." Liam sat on the edge of the bed, and began sliding a hand up jim's torso. jim tried to twist away but... that wasn't happening. "I learned so much about your hot spots big jim... SO much.." His thumb and forefinger closed on jim's left nipple. "How about you move your head, stud? I haven't shaved yet, and... I got a hankering for... you." 'NO. I'm not.. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH" Liam's second hand went back to jim's exposed balls. "OK OK. " jim turned his head to the side. He felt the soft kisses as Liam skillfully rolled his balls in his hand, before he felt Liam's tongue wetting his skin and then the bristles. FUCK! THOSE BRISTLES. It reminded him of how his father used to tickle him when he was a kid. Liam's second hand went up to jim's free nipple, and now he was squeezing both, while he scruffed jim's neck. He whispered. "This is part one of what may be ten or fifteen parts big jim. I guarantee. I'm gonna hear the words "I surrender Sir" come out of your lips today. " jim squirmed as much as he could "Why do you need that, Sir? I already do everything you say." Liam laughed. "Call it a sense of conquest. Call it a sense of proving that you belong to me. Call it what you want. But what I want... is submission." "NO WAY" jim grunted, and Liam laughed. "Like a Roman general, being tormented." He ran his hand back and forth over jim's torso. Liam knew that doing this when jim was aroused, always drove him crazy. "You have a pretty substantial hard on big jim. I bet you wanna cum." jim bit his lips but as Liam smiled and put his hand around jim's cock, he moaned. "YES SIR. YES I DO." "Well, that's not happening until I get what I want..." Then he paused. "You know, I bet you need the bathroom. A shower. All the niceties. " "Yes sir. I do. Badly. " "I'm gonna make a deal with you big jim. Show my good faith. I'll untie you so you can do all of that. BUT YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF YOUR COCK. You jerk off, and.... " he laughed. "Remember the 13 incher." jim sighed. "It's a deal. I promise." "And when you come back, we'll continue." jim needed to pee, desperately, and to use the bathroom for other things. He took care of all that, and went into the shower. His hair was a little shorter than usual: Liam had cut it to a length he liked. It still showed jim's natural wave, but it was shorter. Liam said it made him look "hotter," much more presentable when he took him out. jim did have to admit he was right about that. In the shower, he closed his eyes and thought about it. What could submission mean? He didn't know what else he could give up. When he finished, shaved (Liam required a daily facial shave. He didn't shave jim's body hair, but he did want his face smooth.), and dried, he came out of the shower, figuring Liam would have clothes out for him. Nope. All there was on the bed, was the butt plug. "I think you can insert it this time big jim. Then we're gonna move to the living room. Get ya in a chair. " jim muttered a "yes sir," and picked up the plug. He had worn it several times, but Liam always put it in. Now he had to do it himself. He wasn't sure how to do it without causing some discomfort, and it took a while. Liam grinned as he saw jim's irritation on his face. "That is SO hot, you fucking sexy bastard. Trying to turn me on." "Just trying to do what you told me to do Sir." "Getting there. Getting there in leaps and bounds. Let's go." He led jim out to the living room, and then sat him in one of the chairs that he would tie jim in when he was working. "DAMN you're sexy buck naked. I oughtta make you parade around that way. " jim's cock was bulging out. He really was nearly ready to burst. The "accidental" brushing of Liam's knee against his cock, and then the casual way he would fondle it, made things worse. "So, you know, these little fly swatter paddles. They're great, if you know how to handle them." Liam had one in his hand. "Just the right size for a little ball beating, a little nipple slapping. Even torso play." He began to demonstrate each one on jim, who moaned with each smack. "I got clamps too. You could avoid them by surrendering." "Bring it on. Sir." jim flashed a grin. "As you will." jim's bravado began to fade as he saw the ones Liam had: they weren't the smaller, less vicious looking ones he was used to. "OH SHIT. You're gonna use those.. AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG' "Just for a little while big jim. Maybe, oh, I don't know, an hour. " He lifted up the chain and jim began to whimper. "Open your mouth. And take the chain. Or else..." Liam showed jim the paddle. "It'll get MUCH harder." "Yes sir." jim opened his mouth, wondering how the paddle would feel on his ass. "Now pull. Keep it taut. You're gonna KNOW your nips are mine." jim wanted to release the chain desperately, but he knew: gravity would cause even more pain. Liam was walking around, his hands in his pockets. "Whaddya say big jim? Had enough?" Ready to give in?" jim shook his head no, and realized this was the wrong thing. The chain moved with his head, sending a sear of pain through his tits so severe, he dropped the chain. "MOTHER FUCKER!!!!" Liam laughed. "Such language. You wouldn't want Marty to hear that would you? Might mean I need to gag you. " "NO SIR. PLEASE. NO GAGS. NO GAGS. I WON'T CURSE AGAIN. I PROMISE." "Good. Because I don't want to gag you for our next bit of fun. OOOOOH. I can't imagine how much you're gonna hate being edged with that hard on. " He yanked jim out of the chair by the tit clamps. "Let's go stud. Back to the bedroom. Back to our favorite stretch tie. I'll take these off when you're in position." Liam reattached the restraints. jim thought he was about to get edged my Liam. "Not quite yet, studmuffin." Instead, he pulled out the various small vibrators he had, and a roll of duct tape. "Know what we don't do enough of big jim? Tickle torture. How long should we go? Thirty minutes?" "NO SIR. PLEASE. NO TICKLING. NO TICKLING PLEASE..." "AH, why not jim?" He taped one vibrator to jim's left foot, and then the right. "Did you have something to say?" jim saw liam checking his nails. "I'm gonna get those feet and pits at the same time." "NO SIR. PLEASE. PLEASE DON'T. NO. NO. I..... I... I SURRENDER SIR. I SUBMIT." Liam smiled. "DARN! I wanted to just do a LITTLE torture, but I guess, a deal's a deal. You mean it big jim?" "YES SIR. I DO. I DO. I SURRENDER. I'M YOURS. I'M YOUR SLAVE. I'M ANYTHING YOU WANT. PLEASE PLEASE. JUST... DON'T TICKLE ME. PLEASE SIR." Liam smiled. "How about instead, I edge you? Nice and slow... Release you from that agony you're in?" "Yes sir. YES PLEASE. THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU." "Now, big jim..." Liam took off his shirt, and began gently rubbing chest hair against jim's cockhead. "As a confirmed sub, you don't get to control your cock anymore." jim gulped. He didn't know that. " "Want to recant?" jim thought about it, but the vibrators were still on his soles. "No Sir. No. My cock belongs to you... OOOOOOOOOOOH." Liam was massaging it gently. How jim hadn't exploded already, he didn't know. Liam stretched out on the bed so that his tongue was in jim's ear as he stroked him. "FUCK YES SIR. YES. OH GEEZ. OH GEEZ. That feels so good. Oh... OH SHIT SIR. Sir please. May I shoot ? May I shoot.?" "Go for it big jim?" jim yelled louder than he ever did, and as he finished screaming, he felt Liam's tongue going down his throat. Liam kissed him for a while. His voice was low when he stopped. "It was meant to be, big jim. And big changes coming." jim was whimpering from the orgasm. He couldn't believe how big it had been. Then he saw Liam take a cloth and begin cleaning the area around his cock. "Got to get this clean. Remember I said that subs don't have control of their cocks?" "Yes sir. I didn't understand." "You will now, stud.." jim had never seen a chastity cage. "This locks on your dick. I'm the only one with a key. It means that I'm the only one who can let you out for a hard on. You'll get used to it. You'll have to." "OH SHIT," jim was thinking. "ANOTHER way to control me. " "Now, we got one last piece of jewelry for you big jim. For many of us old school types, myself included, to make a man his sub, is to collar him. Now, we gotta collar you." He pulled out a thin, platinum choker. "Platinum suits your coloring jim. If you were a blond, I'd use gold. " He locked it around jim's neck. "I bought it the day I took you home. I knew you'd wear it eventually." jim's emotions were welling up. He had no experience with this. What would happen? Well, for the immediate future, he knew, as Liam dropped his jeans. "Now, my first time taking my new sub. It's gonna be great." He untied jim's ankles, and yanked up his legs. If jim thought the hard fuck he had taken earlier that day was going to make this easier, he was wrong. He got PLOWED. He got asked. "Who's my BITCH? Who's my fucking sub bitch? " "I am Sir," he answered, and got more cock. "Who makes the rules?" "You do Sir. I obey them." "Who owns your cock? " "You do Sir. You do... " "Damn.. fucking.... RIGHT..." As Liam shot into jim, he whispered. "That wasn't just my jizz. That was DOM jizz. It means you've been bred by the man who owns you. Like the BITCH you are." All jim could do was mutter "yes sir." He had no idea what any of this meant. He'd be finding out.