“Kneel, Bitch”
The night had arrived—the one they’d planned, circled, and half-dreaded in their calendars. A night not just of sex, but of transformation. Daniel set out to accomplish two things: Nick’s ultimate humiliation, succumbing to his best friend and a gang bang, simultaneously. The other was to show Nathan the true art of domination. Yes, it required power, but it also required care and empathy.
It hadn't come together overnight. There had been real work. Real talk.
First, Daniel had taken Nathan out for a private dinner. No pressure, no showmanship. Just two men, steaks, and a bottle of wine. Daniel had leaned in, voice calm and low, cutting through the noise in Nathan’s head. “You’re not doing this for shock value, right?” he asked. “This isn’t some late-night PornHub fantasy you’re trying to make real. Being a dom means reading a man’s body like scripture. It means knowing when to press, and when to hold back.” Nathan had listened, eyes sharp and unusually serious. “I want this,” he’d said. “Not the performance. The real thing. I think it’s always been there—I just didn’t know what to call it.”
Daniel believed him. More importantly, he saw the same flicker in Nathan that he once saw in Nick—curiosity burning at the edges of courage.
In a stroke of brilliance—or mischief—Daniel reached out to his friends, Thomas and Henry. If Nathan was going to learn, he needed examples. Real ones. Men’s men who had tested the limits and survived to laugh about it and train the next generation. Thomas, sharp-tongued and seductive, had spent 48 hours as a sub for a total stranger he met online (See 48 Hours a Sub). “It was a fucking science experiment,” he’d later say. “Humbling as hell. Hot too, for a while. But not my lane.” The twist? During one of the ‘events’—a group scene orchestrated by his temporary Master—he’d met Henry. Henry had swaggered in as the lead BBC gang-banger who played the part with enthusiasm. But something between them had clicked. After the scene, Thomas messaged him. They talked. Hooked up. Talked again. Now, they were inseparable—with Thomas firmly on top, and Henry having flipped with zero regrets (See Oh, Henry!). “I didn’t lose control,” Henry liked to say. “I just gave it to the right man.”
Before the big night, Daniel brought Nick and Nathan together for one more dinner. The three of them shared plates, passed a bottle, and broke it all down. No euphemisms. No apologies.
“There will be real sex,” Daniel said, his voice calm but firm. “Real domination. Real surrender. This is about trust, not theater. And Thomas and Henry? They’re here to show you what that looks like. To guide you. To call you out, if needed. And yes, participate.”
Both younger men had nodded, serious. But later, when alone, Nathan had elbowed Nick and grinned. “Be honest, your dick got hard when he said that, didn’t it?” Nick had just laughed—and admitted the same.
And so, the five of them gathered that night at their favorite spot downtown for dinner. Nathan and Nick had been briefed on what to expect from Thomas and Henry, but Daniel’s description didn’t do them justice. Both late 40s, they were out of young gay man’s wet dream. Thomas, about 5’10”, was a world class CrossFit athlete, and even with his dinner clothes on, his body was a piece of art. Every muscle in his face, arms, hands, screamed discipline. His clothes hung on him like he was a porn star, just without the attitude. Henry was taller and even more imposing, but no less accomplished. He was an African American Iron Man tri-athlete ranked #1 in his age group…in the world. Shoulders as wide as a goal post, muscled legs that went straight up to his neck, and an ass that looked like two granite orbs. Nathan and Nick had no idea what they were walking into.
The restaurant was loud enough to mask nerves, intimate enough to open up. Daniel played host with his usual quiet magnetism, letting the whiskey flow and the conversation follow. But he didn’t have to steer much. The vibe took care of itself.
Thomas dove in, relishing the spotlight. “So yeah, picture this: I hand over the keys to my life to some guy I met online named Baron of Bondage. And this guy doesn’t play. He rents a BDSM penthouse for the weekend: punishments, toys, you name it. Day two, he sets up this gangbang scene, and guess who struts in like he owns the place?” He pointed his fork at Henry.
Henry just smirked. “That’s right. I walked in like a porn star and left with…well, a boyfriend. Not what I expected.”
The table roared. Even Daniel cracked a grin.
Nick, cheeks pink but eyes steady, opened up next. “I didn’t know I needed this until I met Daniel. I fantasized about strong men. But it’s more than that. It’s peace. It’s… knowing who I am when I’m kneeling.”
Henry gave an approving nod. “That’s the good shit.”
Then it was Nathan’s turn.
He twirled his wineglass, then shrugged. “I always thought I was supposed to be the gay frat bro, everyone’s best friend. You know? Flirt..life of the party…waiting to be fucked. But the real me is dark, controlling. Taking charge. Owning it. Making someone feel it. Submit to me. My feelings, not theirs.”
Nathan glanced at Nick. “And yeah, sometimes it was you, man. Just saying.”
Nick blinked, then grinned, surprisingly cool. “You’re not the only one.”
The table exploded in laughter and clinks of glasses. In that moment, any awkwardness evaporated. Everyone had shared something. Everyone had been seen.
Daniel leaned back, his voice smooth and serious again. “Good. Because what happens next—requires that. Honesty. Trust. Intention.”
The spotlight that had once blazed uncomfortably on Nathan now diffused, shared among them. Five men. Five paths. One night about to change them all.
What Daniel kept from both Nick and Nathan was that tonight wasn’t only about teaching Nathan the glories of domination; he invited Thomas and Henry for a full-frontal gang bang on Nick. Daniel and Thomas were all top, Henry, with his Big Black Cock had been unapologetically top until recently, and they enthusiastically agreed to the plan. Daniel was confident Nathan would learn the trade quickly. Nick, however, had a longer night in store for him than he realized.
After dessert, they paid the check and headed home—to Daniel’s Play Room.
Where the real lessons would begin.
They arrived at Daniel’s home, lights dim, but inviting. There was awkward silence, but Daniel led them to the Play Room. Four stations of discipline lined the perimeter of the room: a St. Andrew’s Cross, a fuck bench, shackles hanging from the ceiling and bolted to the floor under them, a leather sling , and, in the middle of the room, a massive, leather platform bed with leather restraints conspicuously shackled to each corner of the bed. Each station was dramatically lit by spotlights above them. Implements lined the walls—leather, steel, wood—each a promise or a threat depending on the hands that used them.
Everything else was nearly pitch black, with one exception, a comfortable leather chair off in the shadows.
Daniel, Thomas, and Henry entered first, stripping in silence. Each folded his clothes carefully, boots thudding softly on the polished floor. They wore only leather jockstraps and harnesses now—dark, worn, powerful. They looked like gods of discipline, cut from the same erotic mythology, and Nathan—standing dumbstruck—felt the primal thrum inside him explode to life.
The visuals of the dungeon equipment and the smell of the leather overwhelmed Nathan. His heart began to pound with such force it nearly crashed through his chest. A feeling that had languished in his psyche, always there but never activated, took command. The dungeon environment, along with the three daddies who were there to train wearing only leather jockstraps, harnesses and boots, launched him straight into his kinkiest fantasies. The only rational thought left in his mind was that Nick was there to be used…humiliated, like Nathan was there to be the propagator. Nick would learn to bow to Nathan. Nathan would learn how to lead. Dominate. Own another human being.
Now, all rational thought had vacated his brain. He was fueled by pure instinct and lust. He turned to Nick. “You too,” flashing a cocky grin. “Let’s see what Daddy’s working with tonight. Strip. And don’t be shy, I’ve seen you at the gym, remember? I always knew that ass was trouble.”Daniel, watching from the shadows, tossed a spare leather jockstrap to Nathan. “For you, sir.”
Nathan struggled to pull it on over his swelling cock, the smell of sweat and leather wrapping him in heat. It felt right. Too right. He noticed the snap-off pouch in front and smirked. He turned back to Nick—now nearly nude, hesitating only at the final layer.
Nathan saw why. The metal glinted in the low light. A chastity cage. “Fuck.”
He let out a low whistle. “Damn, you’ve really gone full boytoy, haven’t you?”
He leaned in close, voice like a smirk. “Bet this cage has more mileage than your Jeep.”
His cock strained against the leather. He grinned.
“Damn right you’re his little bitch,” Nathan smirked. “But tonight?”—he leaned even closer, whispering right against Nick’s ear—“You’re mine. And I’m gonna make you beg for what’s underneath that cage. You’re his little bitch, aren’t you?” he said, the word curling in his mouth like smoke.
Nick didn't flinch. He met Nathan’s eyes and answered without hesitation. “Yours too, sir. If you’ll have me.”
That was all it took. Nathan crossed the space between them, grabbed Nick by the shoulders, and pushed him to his knees. The room darkened at the edges; all he could see was this man in front of him, bare, collared, caged.
The two had been transformed from boisterous dinner partners to raunchy dom/sub in a matter of minutes and it was 100% genuine. Nick submissively fell to his knees and began to unfasten the snaps with his teeth. He started with the bottom one…the one nestled in Nathan’s crotch. It smelled of leather, musk, and lust and he intentionally took an extra long time to unclasp it. When he finally got all the snaps undone, the leather pouch dropped to the floor revealing a damn near perfect cock. Long, veiny, cut, thick mushroom head. Nick had often wondered what Nathan’s equipment might look like; he wasn’t disappointed. He leaned over to take it in his hand, but Nathan barked “Stop. Not yet,” and asked Daniel to bring him some cuffs. “Hands behind your back,”, he ordered. Nothing turned Nick on like restraints, particularly leather ones, and he moved quickly. Nathan, for having little-to-no experience, fastened them and growled, “Now be a good bitch. No hands, no teeth. Just that mouth you never shut up.” And looking at Daniel, he added, “Hope your boy doesn’t gag easy—he’s about to find out what a real frat hazing feels like.”
Nick had never felt more owned. Or more ready.
Nick swallowed him whole and deep. Nathan didn’t think he’d ever been sucked with such expertise in his life. With Nathan already audibly groaning, Daniel, Thomas, and Henry circled the two of them, leather jocks, arms linked, goading Nick on. “Deeper, Nick, take him deeper”, goated Thomas. “I’ve seen better blow jobs from high school girls”, taunted Henry.
That fired Nathan up even more. “Hear them bitch? Get to work on my cock!” he nearly shouted.
That fired Nathan up even more. “Even the pros think you suck.”
He looked down. “Show ‘em wrong, pretty boy. Make me proud.”
Nick had never been as turned on. Despite his loyalty to Daniel, he had only one mission at this moment…make Nathan cum, and cum hard in front of Daniel, Thomas and Henry. He craved Nathan’s approval now as much as he did Daniel’s. He sucked, deep throated, until there was saliva flying everywhere and all he wanted was more. He wanted Nathan to whip him, humiliate him, fuck him while the other three cheered him on. He was in heaven.
But Daniel intervened. “Ok Nathan, great start, but look at all the toys you have at your disposal. Your boy needs to be punished. Don’t forget, you’re in charge.”
Nathan didn’t know where to start. He was like a kid in a candy shop. He didn’t even know if he’d be able to use all of them, but he knew he wanted to save the sling for the last. Shower his bitch with the cum of all four of them.
“Over there”, Nathan barked as his head turned to the St. Andrews Cross, his voice dripping with dominance. “On your feet, bitch. Time to show the daddies what you’re made of.”
Then, more playfully, with that familiar grin: “And don’t trip. I’d hate to ruin that perfect little sub body before the real fun starts.”
Nick had only been on the cross a few times with Daniel, but ached more…the vulnerability the cross demanded. His torso, legs, ass, and cock totally exposed to whatever his master doles out. Daniel, Thomas and Henry fastened Nick’s arms and legs to the cross with the speed and professionalism of a pit crew .
Nathan stepped back to evaluate his prey. Before he even touched him, he turned to Daniel and said, “Sir, am I in charge of Nick tonight? Whatever I want?”
“Within reason”, Daniel cautioned.
“Sir, I’d like to remove the cage. Not for his satisfaction; for mine. I want to see him squirm when I torture his cock.”
“You’re in charge, sir”, Daniel responded. He then walked up to Nick, hanging from the cross, and took the small key from the chain and removed the cage. In a matter of seconds, Nick’s cock hardened with desire…waiting to be used…and abused.
Daniel, Thomas and Henry smiled broadly and while his cock was now free and unrestrained, it was now the centerpiece of Nathan’s aggression.
Nathan was in the moment, he couldn’t help himself. He walked up to Nick, spit in his hand and began to stroke Nick’s rock hard cock. “What’s this my man? Is Master Nathan making you hard?”
Nick moaned, struggling against the cuffs. When erect, Nick’s cock stood straight up, almost parallel to his torso. Nathan aggressively pushed it downward, forcing it to bend, each time more perpendicular to the floor, each time more painful. “You like it when I do this? You get off on being used,” as he pushed Nick’s cock almost straight down and let it spring back up to his stomach. “Yes, sir,” Nick gasped. “Use me. Please.”
Nathan was in the moment, he couldn’t help himself. “Well look at you,” he taunted, stroking Nick’s cock. “Harder than a frat pledge on Adderall. Didn’t know pain made you this pretty.”
Addressing the three leather-clad daddies, Nathan, now in full dom mode, ordered, “C’mon guys, I could use some help here”,
The three gathered around Nick’s nude, restrained, body, hanging on the cross, and caressed every inch of it. While they did that, Nathan made his way to the wall where the toys hung. He found something he liked and walked back to the group. Holding up a pair of tit clamps, attached by a chain, he asked, “You guys think our little slut here’s earned some nipple jewelry?”
Then turning to Nick, he added, “Speak up, princess. Want ‘em or not?”
Nick was in ecstasy, but he didn’t want to fully let on. Daniel knew how much Nick fucking LOVED tit clamps and used them often on him. He waited to see how Nick would respond, and Nick didn’t disappoint, “Your decision sir” he said to Nathan.
“You’re fucking right it’s my decision”, Nathan growled, “let’s see how much our boy can take.”.
Daniel had set the clamp’s tightness to the level he knew Nick could endure, so when Nathan attached them, Nick knew what to expect. “Oh fuck sir, fuck. They’re so tight, sir.”
“Don’t act surprised,” Nathan said, giving the chain a short, sharp tug. “You knew what this was.”
He looked around. “Everyone gets a turn.”
And one by one, the others stepped up. Tugged. Teased. Whispered things that made Nick blush even as his cock throbbed harder.
Daniel stepped closer. “He’s yours tonight, Nathan. But remember—restraint isn’t weakness. It’s control.”
Nathan nodded, his eyes never leaving the boy on the cross. His voice dropped to a growl.
“Then let’s see what I can teach him.”
Daniel watched from across the room, arms crossed, his expression unreadable but his arousal unmistakable. He didn’t just see what was unfolding—he studied it. Nathan had taken to dominance like a man remembering his native tongue. There was nothing performative about it. He commanded with a mix of swagger and precision, his instincts locked onto Nick with surprising finesse—aggressive when needed, but always tethered to a deep affection for him.
And Nick—God, Nick—had offered up something more than obedience. There had been hesitation at first, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes when Daniel had suggested he serve under Nathan. But once Nathan stepped into the role, Nick fell into place, like a key in a lock. He wasn’t just compliant—he was devoted. Responsive. Aching to be used and aching to please.
The Cross had done its work. Nick’s chest was flushed, his arms trembling from restraint, but he hadn't safe worded once. He hadn’t needed to. Nathan, clearly in control, gave a cocky nod toward the next destination.
“Fuck bench next,” he ordered, voice low but resolute. He wasn’t asking.
But before they could move him, the clamps had to come off.
Nathan approached slowly, an almost tender menace in his step. He cupped each clamp gently, his fingers brushing the sweaty skin beneath the metal. His tone softened, just enough to remind Nick of who he was to him—not just a dom tonight, but a friend. “You ready, my man?” he murmured. Then, smirking, added: “Or you gonna cry and tell Daniel I bullied you again?”
Nick lifted his head, eyes meeting Nathan’s without fear. “You’re the boss, sir. I’m ready when you say I’m ready.”
That simple sentence—spoken without irony, without resistance—hit Nathan like a shot. This wasn’t some kinky lark. Nick was giving himself. Trusting him. Needing him.
“Here goes,” Nathan said, feigning bravado. He released the clamps with a careful touch, trying to ease the flood of sensation—but there was no way to avoid it entirely.
Nick cried out, a raw, guttural sound that filled the space. A visceral, unfiltered pain, twisted with relief. Nathan immediately placed his hands on Nick’s chest, massaging the ache from his nipples with care that bordered on reverent.
Daniel saw it. Every moment. Every flicker of pain and tenderness. And he felt it—not jealousy, but something more dangerous: possession laced with pride.
Nick’s breath slowed. His muscles steadied. He was ready.
Nathan snapped his fingers once, and the others—eager, obedient—moved to help. Together, they unfastened the cuffs, guiding Nick gently down from the cross.
His legs were unsteady, his mind somewhere deep beneath the surface, but he moved willingly. Proudly.
They didn’t walk him to the fuck bench—they escorted him. A parade of lust and submission, led by the newly empowered Nathan, the center of which was Nick, beautiful and undone.
Daniel followed, slowly. Watching. Measuring. Wanting.
Tonight wasn’t over.
