Sub encounter: Plumber

I decided to ask for a cup of tea, firstly to test out his new kitchen, secondly to give me time to integrate what I’d just been shown. I thought we may have had to go upstairs, but the kitchen had already been partly stocked, with tea at least.

I sat across from James as C1 placed a steaming cup in front of me, and a soda in front of his new Owner.

“I think it’s best if you call them by C1 or S1, if you need their attention,” he started. “The tags will get their mindset right from the get go.” I nodded.

“What’s happening tomorrow?” I asked.

“I’m fucking them,” he said plainly, not bragging, “making them mine. I already have their brains. Now I’ll take their bodies.” He smiled.

“The butt plugs have worked a treat. They were desperate for release on Wednesday, tomorrow they’ll be up to four days without blowing, they’re already horny crazy. Thing is, their cocks are way too sore for any work. The guy at the tattoo shop, said it will be a week before they can even touch their meat. They’ll be mental by then.” He laughed.

“So, tomorrow is about ceremony?” I asked, shifting the focus slightly.

“Could be I suppose?” he pondered, as if I’d said something odd. “Seems a bit dramatic, complicated.”

“As I see it, it’s about me getting to fuck their hot arses,” he smiled, “virgin arse too!” he added, taking it all the way back to simple horny guy reality.

“It’s probably worth thinking about though,” he paused, “they’re getting their cherry holes taken, And, taken by their former little brother.” He continued.

“It’s good symbolism, they’re just dumb fuck holes, who do as instructed.” He surmised.

Where the fuck did he learn the word symbolism? I hardly recognized this guy!

“So, you want me here to watch?” I asked, curious around the invite.

“Dad,” he said, feigning patience, “I just said it was about fucking hot virgin arse! It’s about showing two dumb fucks that their future is going to be one cock after another.”

“I’m planning my dick will be too sore to touch on Monday, I hope yours will be the same!”

I grinned a thousand grins 

*

When Jane returned from her girl time, James had left to go to the supermarket and ‘kink’ store, as he called it. He said I could take Jane through, if she was interested.

“Of course I’m interested,” she declared, “as if I wouldn’t want to see the place, my three sons are living.”

“You know about Chris and Sam?” I asked, “When did James tell you?”

“He didn’t,” she revealed, surprised, “I thought it was obvious.” She added. “What else would all that extra wood, and wall be for?”

“I, I didn’t know, until he told me.”

“Jesus Simon, sometimes you’re dumb as a brick.” She quipped. I just shrugged.

“And you’re not worried?” I asked.

“James’s a good boy at heart, rough, and not much of a thinker, but he’ll make a good owner, while the boys learn their place. You were just the same in college, you just need a little faith.”

“Ok, I’ve seen enough,” she declared, “let’s get home-del for dinner, the girls and I cleaned out the bar, I’m feeling the effects.” She smiled.

*

When I arrived at the apartment door the next day, it felt weird to be knocking. I did anyway.

I had found myself horny since waking, I remained on that edge.

C1 let me in, explaining James was in his room. I wandered down to the door, noticing the whiteboards were now full of marker.

“Hey,” I greeted as I arrived.

“Hey, ready to fuck?” he asked, bluntly. I nodded vigorously, feeling my dick twitch.

“What’s with the boards?” I nodded back toward the passage.

“Oh, that’s their timetables,” He explained, “Last night we went through and worked out, when they needed to be at school, when they get to hang with their friends, chores, and other stuff.”

I walked back to have a better look. It was impressive, and full.

“What’s DEPRIV mean?” I asked, seeing it often.

“That’s their time in the deprivation stuff we bought yesterday,” he answered.

I looked at him quizzically.

“Cuts off all their senses, no sight, sound, smell, etc. Forces the to focus their training effort on what’s actually important.”

“Which is?” I asked.

“The powered arse dildos, and automatic throat stretchers.”

I raised and eye brow, this guy had thought of everything.

“If you’re done asking questions, do you think we can fuck now?” I grinned, and gave another vigorous nod

*

 All the while James and I had been yapping, C1 and S1 had remained kneeling at the end of their master’s bed. As I entered the room, I could see their cocks through their cages. I could tell they were inflamed, and most probably, amazingly painful.

I saw what I knew to be ultra strong pain killers, on the sideboard. I relaxed a little.

“Undress,” James directed, as he stood with his arms loose at his sides. The boys jumped to their feet and began removing one item of clothing, after another. Each was folded and stacked neatly to the side. It was a nice touch, he had instilled.

When he was naked, he lay on his back in the center of the queen size bed.

“Take a seat,” he said to me, “after I’ve popped them, we can go open slather, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan, boss boy.” I replied, grinning. He raised an eyebrow and smiled back whimsically.

“Suck my toes,” he instructed, as I found a chair, and took in the view. I’d set my phone up recording, on the side dresser, for posterity purposes. No one had noticed, so I just ran with it.   

“Work your way up, you dumb fucks,” commanded James, disclosing a dom verbal trait I was unaware of. I liked it. “I want your throats around my cock. Your owner’s cock.” He continued.

“Yes sir, yes sir,” the boys replied, as they re-positioned themselves to comply. They were as keen as I’d ever seen them.

After C1 had throat worked him to rock solid, S1 took over.

“Holy fuck!” he amazed, looking at me, “they’ve come so fucking far. That’s the best fucken head I’ve ever had!” he declared, “fucken ever!” he repeated.

“Step up here, you dumb fuck pussy boy,” he instructed C1, “squat on this man cock, as I take ownership of your pathetic hole.”

“Yes Sir,” Chris breathed as he, struggled to get to his haunches on the soft bed top. “Sir, please fuck me. please take me as yours.”

Chris took hold of the straining seven thick inches below him and looked to aim it for his hole.

James reached out and coated his meat in serious lube. Chris made knob contact with his hole entrance.

At that moment, James reached up and held him in place.

“If you take this in you,” he said in all seriousness, “understand you’re giving you self to me.”

C1 nodded.

“I mean it,” reaffirmed James, “you don’t get a say in how I use you.”

“Sir, I know,” Chris breathed, sounding desperate, “please sir, fuck me.”

James pressed all the way in. C1 scowled in pain as his arse endured it’s first ever meat entry.

James let out a primal groan, taking the boy.

It was a red-hot scene, holy fuck! Two hot guys getting it on, both wanting it.

James unleashed, fucking Chris like he was the piece of meat he was. The pair changed positions three to four times, extending the session with each shift. In the end, both were wet with sweat. I could tell James was close.

Suddenly he pulled to a stop with maximum effort.

“This is it boy, my load is on the edge,” he declared, desperate for release. “My cum will make you mine!”

“Yes sir, please, please,” C1 begged. James blew, as deeply as any man. It was fucken hot!.

*

S1 was kneeling on the floor beside my chair watching on. Glued to the scene playing out before him.

I rested my hand on his buzzcut head, gently massaging it.

It would be his turn, soon enough.

James and C1 recovered on the bed top in front of us. It had been a great show. I was as hard as a rock. My cock was actually aching.

James pulled himself up and made his way to the bathroom. I understood his motivations. He wanted to freshen up as soon as he could. To take Sam quickly. Both had to be transformed into fuck units while they were both hot for the fuck-over.

I heard the shower running as I instructed Chris to tidy the bed and clear the way.

“You sit here and think about the fuck boy you are,” I directed, pointing to the floor beside me.

“Yes sir, thank you sir.” He replied, as he sunk to his knees.

* * *

James returned ten minutes later; he looked as fresh as a daisy. Another hot show was on its way.

“Rim my arse, you dumb fuck sub boy.” He instructed, as he positioned himself on all fours.

Sam went to work, keen not to be out done by his sub brother.

Within minutes, James was dripping, his cock vibrated, every time Sam hit an arse nerve.

“On your back,” James commanded, clearly intent on taking his second virgin hole within the hour.

Sam immediately complied, just as eager to be taken.

“Sir, please fuck me,” he pleaded, “Please take my worthless fucken arse.”

“You want me to own you boy?” James teased.

“Yes sir, please sir,” S1 begged.

James placed his cock head at the cherry hole before him.

“If I push this in,” James foretold, “you give up the option of saying no. To anything!”

“Yes sir, yes sir, please fuck me.”

James pressed forward and secured his ownership of two hot sub-boys, freshly minted. I nearly blew in my jeans, just thinking about it.

“Thank you sir, thank you,” stammered S1, as he partially recovered from being thrust fucked.

James ignored him, and over a longer round two session, nailed the arse he’d taken.

In the end he was pounding like a steam train, they were both in the fuck zone.

Without the theatrics, the second load of the afternoon was delivered. James collapsed to the side, in serious need of air. S1 remained in place, half stunned, the other half, fucked over.