Date: Thu, 30 Jun 2022 15:56:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Taking Down arrogant andy - installment 6

So, before I go on, let me explain why meeting with Sir Roberto was so
important to me.  You've probably heard of him.  No one really knows WHEN
he showed up on the scene, but everyone agrees that the minute he did,
there was no question he was a Top  and a DOM.  The stories that began
coming back from guys he took home with him all said that he wasn't 99,
99.5, or 99.9% DOM top.  He was 100% - all the way.  And he could knock
any "versatile" vibes out of any boy who thought he might be less than
100% passive and sub.  Somehow he always managed to find the guys who
were exactly that way.  That's what he liked, and that's what he got:
and he got the hottest ones, too.  For a while, he was with this Asian
sub whom you'd never think was a sub:  the guy's muscles had muscles, he
wasn't deferential to anyone but Sir Roberto, and when you saw them out
well, this gorgeous hunk of a man didn't even look at another guy:  he
knew better.
Except for when he didn't.  He had a quickie with a personal trainer, and
out he went.
"Out he went" means something.  Another part of Sir Roberto is that he's
absolutely loaded:  two floors of a Park Avenue apartment, designed as
one space, where he lives alone, or with his, as he puts it  "boy du
jour".  The lower floor is his playroom and dungeon - yes, they are two
different spaces.  The top floor is his living space.    If you're
invited to a "casual affair" at Sir Roberto's, it means slacks, a blazer,
and a dashing necktie.  If you met him out of the bars, you'd find him in
a suit the quality of the suits andy wore, a custom shirt, a necktie that
cost probably more than everything you were wearing combined, and spit
polish black handmade shoes.  (I mean it about the spit polish).
And the funny thing about "Sir Roberto" - well, there were a lot of
"funny" things about him, was that the "Sir" was real.  What I mean by
that is, he had been knighted by the queen.  He had peerage. He had
money:  no one knew WHERE he got it and there were rumors upon rumors.
He had TONS of money.  And from what I knew, he was looking:  he had
tossed his old sub for "being too independent"  and after a break, he was
ready.
Oh, one other thing about Sir Roberto:  every other DOM (myself
included), was intimidated by him.  If he liked the sub you were with,
for example, he wouldn't address the sub:  he'd just look at you and say
 "he's going home with me tonight.  You can have him back when I'm done,"
and you'd do it.  Don't ask me where he got the chops for that, but we
did.  He did it to me once, and I remember when he called me the next
day.  I remember that call:

"Caro Gerardo, buon giorno.  So, tell me you were slumming when you
hooked up with that street trash."
That "street trash" was a partner in a major law firm, whom I had spent
four months training.
"Uh, no Sir Roberto.  I thought he was a superb sub."
"Ha ha.  You amuse me SO Gerardo.  No, he is far from good enough for
you.  Worry not.  He will not be back."
Now, if it had been anyone else, I would have been riled enough to start
giving him a piece of my mind.  You didn't DO that with Sir Roberto,
because apart from everything else, he had an amazing sense of who paired
up well together.  I'm serious:  I know four Dom/sub couples who "Sir"
put together.  They've been together for anywhere from 2-7 years.
Getting his approval was important to me, but so was letting him have
"first crack" at andy.  We hadn't been going to bars yet, and if he were
going to take andy from me, I wanted it to happen sooner rather than
later (who knew how long that hot yoga teacher Wayne was going to be at
the gym).  So I called "Sir,"  to find out if he would like to meet my
new "boyfriend."

"AH.  Gerardo.  Trying again, caro.  Of course.  Let me have a gander."
"Well, also Sir Roberto, I wanted to let you have him as a gift if you
would like him."
"GERARDO!  You delight me.  Now I am , what's the word, titillated?  Does
this sub have a name?"
"OH, yes, of course.  It's Andrew.  Andrew Buck."
There was a slight pause, and I heard "Sir" clearing his throat.
"I may have misheard you.  Did you say Andrew Buck?"
"Um, yes sir."
"Of the Buck family?"
When I didn't answer right away, he asked  "with that ridiculous yacht?
And the driver?"
"Yes, that's him."
"Oh my!  This is going to be very interesting Gerardo.  I have been
observing Andrew Buck since he was a college lad.  I'm not the only one
either.  You see, caro, you need to know your family histories:  the Buck
family has always been filled with men who were - I hate the expression -
on the down low - and I and others have wondered if Andrew was going to
be among the illustrious homosexuals of the clan"
"Well, he's homosexual, I can tell you that.  He's on the down low, I can
also tell you that.  Although at least one member of the clan knows."
"Oh, that must be Lucille.  Yes - very perceptive young lady.  Does not
accept - again you Americans have such foul language - bullshit.  That is
what the charity boards she is on report."  He chuckled
"Yes, of course, bring him over this Sunday afternoon.  Shall we say 3?"
"Shall we say 3" was not a question.  From "Sir," it meant  "I'll expect
you here at 3 on the dot."
"Of course, Sir.  One of your casual Sunday afternoons?"
"Hmmm.  No, Gerardo,  I believe that we should make this a leather
matinee.  After all, if I do decide to accept your generous offer, Andrew
will have to learn to wear leather frequently, or to be naked and in
chains."
"Very well.  We will see you on Sunday at 3."
"A presto Gerardo.  A presto."

Well, that conversation went in a direction that I did not expect.  A
leather matinee.  I certainly had my leather, but andy?  How was I going
to get him in full leather?  Well, he'd have to understand:  that was the
dress code.  He was coming around, albeit reluectantly, to following my
orders.  Now, I had to pick something that would not make him TOO
uncomfortable (a little uncomfortable was fine), and would also satisfy
Sir Roberto.
I've never understood why they call them "uniform shirts," but I decided
one of those would be perfect for andy.  Not black:  going all out would
freak him out.  Medium blue.  Leather pants.  Boots.  And of course, to
me, a uniform shirt isn't complete without a narrow leather tie.  I
called andy.
"andy boy, we're going to go shopping on Friday. "
"Ok Sir.  What are we shopping for?"
"An outfit for you for Sunday:  we're going to be visiting a friend of
mine."
"Sir, can I ask why we need to buy an outfit for me?"
"You're going in full leather andy.  That's what my friend requested.  We
both will."
I heard the anxiety when he answered.
"Sir, I've never...."
"Before me you never had a cock up your ass or a tongue down your
throat.  Do we need to go over who's in charge?"
"No Sir."
"Are you sure?  Because if we do, we can cancel everything?"
"I'm sorry if I sounded reluctant Sir.  It was just new to me."
"We'll meet at my place on Friday evening.  The store is open late.  You
clearly need a good lesson in your role, bottom, and then we'll go and
get you dressed.

andy was down to two suitcases when he spent the weekend with me.  That
was because he had moved an entire set of his "products" into my bedroom
and bathroom,  but I didn't mind.  There was almost never a weekend that
he used every article of clothing he packed (much of that was my doing:
when you're buck naked and tied up for most of the weekend, you don't
need that many outfits), and whomever chose his clothes for him, had
superb taste.  That Friday, for example, he showed up in a pair of
tailored dark blue pants, and a wide striped shirt, clearly made to
order.  He was still wearing his necktie, albeit loosened.
"On the BJ mat, bitch"  I told him as he walked in.  I'd kiss him later.
Now, he had gotten me so hard that he had to take care of things."
"Yes Sir."  He got in position.  I thought about holding him in place by
pulling on that necktie, but no... it was time for him to learn to handle
the challenge of a moving cock.  I got rid of it so his shirt would open
and I could get to those tender nipples.  DAMN I loved playing with those
nipples.  I had decided that, if I DID decide to make him my sub, he'd
either get pierced or a tattoo.  I hadn't decided on which, but it would
happen.
But I digress.  I stood in front of him just far enough so that he
couldn't get to my dick easily and with my hands on my hips, bellowed:
"WELL?  What are you waiting for, bitch boy.?"
It was always fun to see andy break out into a sweat when he tried to do
something he hadn't done before.  I almost laughed when he leaned forward
and nearly fell over, and when he looked up at me beseechingly:
"Sir, if I can take my hands from behind my back, I could move forward
and.."
"Well you can't.  I guess you don't want cock."
"SIR. That's not true.  It's NOT. "
"Then I guess you'd rather have it up your ass than down your throat."  I
grinned because I KNEW he liked being fucked more than he liked sucking.
"What I want doesn't matter Sir.  What would YOU prefer."
GOOD, I thought.  This is promising.
"I want you on the bed.  Your shirt opened.  Nothing else.  "   I had an
uncontrollable urge to maul his chest, and I did.  First I licked at his
nipples until he was shaking and moaning.  Then I ran my heavy 5 o'clock
across his abs, which were getting more chiseled by the day.  I took his
nips in my fingers nd squeezed.
"What are you?"
"A man bitch Sir"
"WHO's man bitch?"
"Yours Sir."
I bent down and whispered into his ear.  "So then if I give you a hickey
this week, that's my right?"  He squirmed.  And he didn't answer right
away.  Finally, a soft whisper came out.
"Yes sir."
I GROWLED as I attacked his neck, before I stopped - just before I could
mark him.  I had learned during his last visit that andy had a very
sensitive chine and I began chewing on it.  When I felt his legs and hips
bucking, it was time.  I slid down to the bottom of the bed, got his
fancy shoes off, then those pants (had he gotten new slacks ?  These
seemed tighter. )  And then those ridiculous underpants.
"Sir... would you.... eat me this weekend?"
"Not tonight, but MAYBE.  " I pushed his legs in the air.  When I did, I
grabbed his balls and squeezed hard.
"AND YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER THAN TO ASK FOR WHAT YOU LIKE.  WHAT I LIKE
MATTERS."
"Yes sir.  Sorry.  I ..."
One thing I knew is that if he had asked Sir Roberto that question, he'd
be in a cock and ball strap, lined with what Sir  Roberto called
"pricklets" for at least an hour while he was tied down to Sir's four
poster bed.
I decided I'd get one of those when we went shopping.  But for now, I was
beginning to drip.  See, I got excited when andy was coming over too.
He moaned as I penetrated him.  For some reason, that night I realized
that my cock was the only one that had ever been in andy's ass. Somehow,
that was exciting me more than anything else could.  He felt it too.
"GOD SIR.  You're HUGE tonight. "
"You have a problem with that?"
"OH NO Sir. NO.... MMMMMMMMMMMMMMM"
I began to think about whether I wanted to give up this sweet piece of
ass - that I had broken in - to someone who probably DID fuck better than
I did.
I pummeled andy that night.  I saw him wince later that night as we
walked around the store, but for now, all I was interested in was making
a deposit in my favorite bottom banker.  And I did.  A BIG one.    His
eyes asked me if he could, and I smiled.
"After I've got you in leather, you're gonna cum looking at yourself in
the mirror.  Not before. "
"yes sir,"  he answered.   andy was always somewhat more placid after a
good fucking.
"No cleaning yourself out boy.  You hold that juice in you.  In
fact...."  I grabbed a dildo and shoved it in his ass before he got
dressed again.  "Let's go get you something that makes you look even
hotter than you look now."

I wish I had taken a photo of andy's face as we walked into the leather
store.  Clearly, his first time.  You'd expect it on a 20 year old, but
not on a stud like my andy.  It was a mix of fear, anticipation and
desire.
"We can come back and look any time stud," I told him.  "We may be back
here soon for one of these."  I teased him by bringing him over to the
piercing pieces and I thought he'd faint.  "And of course, there's a
tattoo artist on staff."
"Tattoo?"  I saw him get queasy.
"SURE.  Don't you think having "Jerry's bitch" on your ass sounds hot?"
 He didn't answer and I laughed.
"You'd LOVE to have "Andy's bitch" tattoed on Wayne's ass, wouldn't
you?"  He blushed and gave me an answer I didn't expect.
"Not any more Sir"
"Hmmm.  Interesting.  Well, I have a shopping list.  Let's get
started."
I pulled what I wanted off the shelves.  The "dressing room," such as it
was, was three guys sort of standing around him so no one could see him
change.  He blushed, all over.  Even when I beat them, I never saw his
balls that red.
My boy was ONE HOT leather bottom.  "FUCK"  slipped out of my mouth.  "He
should wear that outfit back home."  the salesman quipped.   I whispered
to him  "I fucked him before we got here.  I think I just had the
shortest recovery time in my life."  He laughed.  "Well, I bottom, but
I'd tap that," as they say.
"andy.  Check yourself out. Would you fuck you?"   He looked in the
mirror.  I heard an "ooooooooooooh my" come out of him before he said.
"No, but I'd be disappointed if you didn't Sir."
"We'll take it.  Everything."
andy pulled out his BLACK American express card. I told him to put it
away.
"Not this time.  We'll use it for other stuff but... I'm buying this for
US."
He blushed.  "Thank you Sir.  Sir, before we left you said."
"I know what I said.  And yes, but you better be ready for me to take you
a second time."
"Always, Sir.  "
When we got back to my place, I made andy stand in front of my full
length mirror and unzip his pants.  His cock jutted out, hard as steel.
I put my arms around his middle and I began gently moving my nose and
lips over his ear.
"Go ahead andy.  Think about what I'm gonna do to you when you're done."
"Yes sir."
"You look like the hottest leather bottom anyone has ever seen"
"Thank you Sir."
"And who's leather bottom are you?"
"Yours Sir."
"Which means?"
"You fuck me Sir."
"You wanna get fucked?"
He gulped. "I'm sore Sir, but yes."
"Then finish yourself up.  You can clean up when I'm done with you."
I was hard myself and I began banging my crotch against his ass.  I wish
I had taped the sounds.  He was SO totally in my control that when he
came, he just yelled "THANK YOU SIR,"  before the huge load came out of
him, most of it landing on the floor.
"Later, bitch boy.  Right now, you're gonna take the second load of the
night."
"Yes sir."
"On your belly this time."  I SWEAR I have not been that hard, two times
in less than five hours, in my life.  I fucked him so hard, I was
surprised he could walk when I was done.  DAMN that was a fine ass.  The
thought that I was still the only man who had ever been in there, was
stimulating.  I dreamed about it all night.

I kept andy in bed for most of Sunday morning.  I was too drained to take
him again, but playing with him was ALWAYS fun:  I'd edge him for a
little while, then switch to nipple play.  Then I'd get one of my gloves,
covered with little tiny stiff hairs, and hold him down while I ran it
over his body.  I teased him:  if he didn't moan for ten minutes, I
wouldn't shave his pits.  He tried.  OH LORD did he try.  I saw him
tighten his lips, and I saw his eyes as he struggled.  When the first
loud moan came out, I had been working on him for 7 minutes.  I kept on
working on him as I said
"You lost andy boy.  Now.... it's time to make you look even prettier
than you are."
I saw the look on his face.  He wanted to beg me not to, but he also knew
that the cage was going on him that day, and I hadn't decided when it was
coming off.    All he said was "Yes sir," and I began to laugh.
"Nah.  No shaving yet.  When it happens, it'll be ALL of it.  Gonna make
you so SMOOTH, you're gonna feel this glove even more. "
"OH GOD SIR OH GOD"  was how he responded.
So we had a light lunch and then, it was time to get him ready.  It was
clear that andy had never worn leather before, except maybe some
expensive jacket.  As you might expect, he looked quite fine.  Just
before he got into the pants, I locked the cage on him.  I didn't tell
him, but Sir Roberto was going to expect that.  Then, I pulled out the
bands.  As I put one on his right arm, he asked
"What's that for, Sir?"  (My andy boy knew very little about the life he
was entering).
"That means you're the bottom.  The sub.  Anyone who knows the codes will
know right away that when we're together, you're on the bottom, I'm on
top because..."  I banded my left arm.
"Sir, are we ...."  I knew what he was asking.  He was SO worried about
appearance.
"We're taking a car andy, but let me say something.  subs don't ask their
DOMS questions.  They just do what they're told.
I was certain andy wasn't quite settled into accepting that this WAS his
new life:  bottom, sub, slave,  and I was good with that.  I was good
with how he looked too, and I began to think about how fucking him in
leather was going to be SO HOT.  I also began hoping that Sir Roberto
decided not to accept my gift.
As we rode to Sir Roberto's apartment,  andy said, in a low voice  "I
know this neighborhood Sir.  I've been here before when I was a boy."
"A boy by age, andy.  You're a boy again."   He sighed.  "Yes sir." That
sigh was going to earn him a punishment.  I asked the driver to stop two
blocks from Sir Roberto's building.
"We'll walk the rest of the way, driver.  Thank you."  If seeing a look
of fear on your sub's face gets you off, you would have gotten off
here.
"Sir... You said..."
"I also said no questions, didn't I?"
"Yes sir."
"No more."
Well, if andy showed fear when we stopped, when I said  "this building
here,"  he was terrified.
"I've been in this building Sir.  My family... knows someone.  Sir
Roberto."   I grinned.
"Then it will be a reunion.  "  The concierge  offered me his hand.
"Mr. Gerard.  It's been a while.  Sir Roberto is expecting you.  "
"Thank you Hector.  "  I turned to andy.  "This way.  You remember the
private elevator."   My boy was as white as a sheet.  There were ways to
"pink him up," but they would wait.  I was delighted that he was as
nervous about this as he was.

"Your head down, your hands behind your back,"  I said to andy as the
elevator made its way to Sir Roberto's apartment.  When the doors opened,
Sir Roberto was standing there, smiling.  Now, whether you prefer older
men, younger men, men of color, Asian men, whatever, to see Sir Roberto
is to want to submit to him.  There's no question about it.  He's 6'3"
and solid and toned. He stands ramrod straight, and his chest - as we
could see, since he was only wearing his custom made leather vest and his
left armband - is covered with blindingly white hair.  He wears a
"codpiece"  and while it has caused some people to believe it exaggerates
his endowment, it doesn't.  I've seen it.  It was an orgy some ten years
ago...
Let me not digress.    He smiled.
"Sir Gerard.  It has been too long.  When was it the last time?  The
party at Sir Roscoe's house where you had that red head begging for cock?
" He smiled.
"What a good memory, Sir."
"It was a wonderful evening.  And I will always appreciate your inviting
me to spit roast that lovely boy.  Tyler... wasn't that his name?"
Sir Roberto also remembers everything.  "Right as always Sir.  May I
present my new boy.  This is andy.  andy buck."
andy had his head down and Sir Roberto lifted it up by putting one of his
long fingers under his chin  He looked into andy's eyes.
"Andrew Buck.  As I live and breathe.  I'm not sure how your father would
react, but I DO know your mother would say   'I'm not surprised.' "
"subs thank DOMS when they speak to them andy."
"My apologies.  Thank you Sir"  he answered.
"I see he is still in training, Gerard."
"He is.  Proving that one can teach an old dog new tricks."
"Ha ha.  Indeed.  Please have a seat.  "
andy's lack of complete training came out  when he moved to the sofa .
He heard the disapproving clearing of Sir Roberto's throat and stopped.
"andy, subs sit at their Master's feet.  Especially when there are other
Masters and DOMS in the room.  Unless they have permission, which you do
not."
I saw him blush.  THIS was something he was not ready for.
"I apologize Sir," and he moved to where I was sitting, adjacent to Sir
Roberto.  I spread my legs so that he could fit his studly body there.  I
had on a pair of gloves that Sir Roberto had given me years ago, and I
knew andy liked the feel of that glove on his neck.  That's where one of
my hands was resting.  The other draped down on andy's chest, lying on a
nipple that I didn't play with.
"Andrew,"  Sir Roberto began.  "Many of us wondered just how long it
would take for you to realize that you were gay, and that you needed
someone to dominate you.  I'm pleased to still be alive to see it
happen."
"I don't..."  he began and I moved my gloved hand to his mouth, hand
gagging my somewhat untrained stud.
"It's a fairly new thing for him, Sir Roberto.  I'd say we've completed
bedroom training, but proper behavior in public?  That's starting
today."
He smiled.  "So I see. "  He gave me a look.  "Sir Gerard, it must be a
while since you've worn those boots.  They seem dusty."   I knew where he
was going.  He wanted to see how andy would behave.
"You know, Sir Roberto, you're  right.  They should have been polished
before we left.  "  I squeezed andy's neck.  "This is your job.  Get
those boots cleaned and polished."
"Yes sir.  Is there... a cloth or polish?"   Sir Roberto laughed.  "He IS
new to this "
"andy," I said to him.  "A sub cleans his Master's boots with his
tongue.  Spit polish so to speak."  He tried to look up at me, and I
pushed his head down.
"GET TO WORK"  I raised my voice slightly.  "Sir Roberto wishes to see
how well trained you are."
"Yes sir."  I could see andy trying to hold down his gorge.  He hadn't
done this before and now, he was doing it in front of someone else.
"He's exactly the type of sub you need, Gerard.  He will keep you on your
toes.  Always challenging, always needing to be defeated"  I smiled.  If
that's how Sir Roberto felt, I had no worries.
While andy was working on my boots, he got up and walked behind andy.  He
stroked his ass.
"It's a fine one.  Seems quite fuckable.  Every older boy at prep school
wanted it.  No one got it.   My own nephew told me about his efforts."
I noticed that there seemed to be something about the smell of the
leather that was awakening SOMETHING in andy.  His reluctance had become
a vigorous "assault" on my boots.   He looked up, taking deep breaths.
"I believe I'm done Sir"  I looked down.  He HAD gotten every spot, but
the work was uneven.  Still, a B+ for the first time.
"You have him caged, Gerard?"  Sir Roberto asked.
"I do Sir.  I wouldn't bring a sub into your home without a cage."  He
smiled.  "You've learned well, Gerard.  I knew you'd become a fine DOM
and you have.  I ask because...."
I interrupted  "I've been looking forward to it.  Stand up andy."
"Yes sir. "
"DO NOT give us any trouble here."
"No Sir.  I won't. " Sir Roberto had gripped andy's bicep, and I saw the
look on andy's face:  he knew enough not to fight .
"Good development, but perhaps he should be working out with Jase.  " He
grimaced.  "You need not be concerned, Gerard.  tok is still keeping Jase
amused. "  I looked at andy.
"It WOULD be better if we weren't in the same gym.  I can't keep getting
hard ons during workouts. "  I saw andy blush again.  "But let's get
moving.  andy, get in that chair.  Put your hands behind your back."
"Yes sir."  He looked frightened, as he should have. If Sir Roberto were
so moved, what was about to happen could get very severe.
I took andy's leather necktie off, and bound his wrists with it.
"GERARD!  You know I have more than sufficient equipment.  That was not
necessary."
"Sir, if I may, I think that more than pubic work is called for today
and... his shirt will be opened anyway."
"Fair point.  Fair point.  "  Sir Roberto pulled up a chair opposite
andy.  He had a black paddle in his hand.
"Spread your legs andrew."
"Yes sir."  andy now seemed to recognize Sir Roberto's authority.  He
began to run the paddle up and down andy's crotch.
"Sir Gerard is very special to me andrew.  I need for you to understand
that."
"Yes sir.  NNNNG"  a gentle swat to andy's balls followed.
"Do you accept your role as his sub and bottom?"
"Yes sir."  Another gentle slap.
"And as his slave?  HIs property?"  This time andy delayed.  Sir Roberto
did not tolerate that, and... the gentle swat became a WHACK.
"OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW"
"I did not hear an  answer slave andrew."
"I......"   WHACK.  Another hard one.
"The only appropriate answers are yes sir and no sir.  The personal
pronoun should NOT be a part of your answer."  WHACK, and now a moan out
of andy.  "Do I need to repeat my question?"
"No Sir.  No Sir.    Yes.. Yes.  I accept it Sir." The paddle rested on
andy's crotch.
"I want to hear you say it."   I saw Sir Roberto press the paddle against
andy's crotch.
"I belong to Sir Gerard.  I'm his property.  His slave."   I began
opening andy's shirt.
"So, andy, as my property, you understand that if I chose to give you to
Sir Roberto, I have that right?"
Fear spread across his face and he said, reluctantly  "yes sir."
"Or, for that matter, to any other Master."  I began squeezing a nipple
"Yes sir.  OH GOD YES SIR."   Sir Roberto began squeezing the other one.
 We both knew that we were getting andy hard, and we both knew that since
he was caged, he could do nothing.   I looked at Sir Roberto and then...
we switched from squeezing to chewing.  Sir Roberto had a hand on andy's
crotch, and he was bucking wildly.    We went on like that for about
fifteen minutes before Sir Roberto stopped.   He stood back.
"Gerard.  I wish to thank you for bringing andrew here today.  It does my
heart good to experience your generosity.  While I am overwhelmed with
joy at seeing a Buck man put in his place, you generosity makes me
happier. "  He looked at andy, who looked away.
"He would be a stunning slave for me, Gerard.  Absolutely . However, I'm
going to decline.  "  He smiled.  "andy would be good for me, but he's
perfect for you.  You can improve your skills on a very challenging man.
"  He smiled.  "The Buck men are renowned for their stubbornness, their
intractability, and I know that you love a challenge."
"That is true Sir."
"I'm going to give you something to assist with your  training of this
fine specimen."  He left the room for a minute and I whispered to andy.
"That makes it permanent.  You belong to me now."
"Yes Sir."
Sir Roberto returned with a small packet.  I looked at them.  They were
clover clamps, but not attached by a chain.  VERY small.
"They are silver, Gerard. Custom made.  " I must have begun to say
something because he held up his hand.
"I had three sets made.  As you can see, they are very small. And you
must trust me..a bottom will do anything.  ANYTHING, to have them removed
from his balls  Until you remove them.  Then, he'll wish they were still
there. "
"THANK YOU SIR.  I will think of you when I use them.  And I will use
them this evening.
"EXCELLENT.  "  He paused.  "Gerard, you had mentioned at one point that
if andrew did not work out, there was a blond:  did you say his name was
Wayne?"
"I did Sir."
"I may very well be interested in meeting this Wayne.  Let us see what
happens."
"Very well Sir.  Thank you for having us here.
"Believe me, it was my pleasure.  Now, before you leave, I would ask for
one thing."
"Of course Sir."  He opened his chaps.
"Let us see how good his gag reflex is."
Sir Roberto is bigger than I am, and andy did have some problems.  As we
went back home, he did say, and I had to laugh  "his semen tastes very
different from yours Sir"
"Did you like it?"
"Not as much as yours Sir."
I snickered.  "You DO know that's not going to prevent me from using my
new present tonight."
GULP.  "I understand Sir."


I"ve taken too much of your attention with this chapter, and I thank you
for reading.  I will continue with the final chapter next time, and
you'll read about our session that night, and how andy and I became a
true Dom/sub couple.