Brian's First Day of Submissive Training (2 page)

Homework

Brian could appreciate how finding one’s limits in six weeks might be beneficial, not only for the
submissives but for the Dominants interested in them. He sent a reply and gave Rachael his mailing address. He figured it couldn’t hurt to get additional information. He expected to get the packet in the mail within a week, but was pleased when it arrived the following day.

He poured the contents of the envelope onto his kitchen table. Rachael hadn’t been kidding about there being a ton of paperwork to fill out. There was also a thin box included. Brian opened it up and slid out the contents. It turned out to be a red, eight-inch stick about the circumference of his index finger, with what looked like an upside-down heart attached to the end. It resembled a thin little penis, and it made him laugh.

Brian glanced through the pamphlets, which pretty much included the same information he’d found on the website. Then he found instructions for his ‘homework’. It was downright shocking. The instructions stated that, as an applicant, Brian was required to send a video of himself using the little red phallus. He was expected to suck on it as if it were a cock, then show off his masturbating skills before stimulating his anus with the toy. The instructions sent a cold chill through him. As far as he was concerned, his ass was off limits to everyone. Having anything shoved up there was totally unnatural and potentially painful.

He gathered all the materials and threw them in the trash. Brian was unhappy that this ‘school’ now had his email
and
mailing address. For the rest of the week, he lived in dread, expecting to be contacted by the Training Center or visited by the man who had left the business card. Nothing happened. When the weekend rolled around, Brian called the BBB anyway and was relieved to learn there had been no complaints filed against the school.

He took the packet out of the trash and looked it over again. The questions intrigued him and he soon found himself filling it out—not to send in, but to get to know himself better.

One of the first questions was, ‘What types of lovers do you like, and what qualities are most attractive?’ Along the same vein, ‘What types of partners would you prefer not to have sex with, and what qualities turn you off?’ The packet also asked about sexual experiences, such as, ‘How old were you when you lost your virginity?’, ‘How many partners have you been with?’ and ‘Describe the best sexual encounter you have ever had.’ There was even a section listing different sexual acts. For that section, there were five options to check: ‘Like’, ‘Interested’, ‘Neutral’, ‘Don’t Like’ and ‘Don’t Know’.

There were several practices Brian checked with a ‘Like’, including blindfolds and light bondage. Some he was ‘Interested’ in and a few he ‘Didn’t Like’, such as anal sex and caning—seriously, being whacked with a cane did not sound pleasant.

Looking over his answers made Brian even more curious about the things he was interested in trying. The idea of being tied down and teased by a partner was a total turn-on. Whenever he thought of the man in the tobacco shop taking him that way, his cock ached.

Brian shoved the completed form back in the envelope, along with the humorous phallus, and put them in his closet. He wasn’t going to send the packet in, but he liked the ideas it inspired. If he’d actually had a girlfriend he would have asked her to try some of them with him, but Brian was alone. Despite the fact that he had a tight body and an adventurous spirit, he was alone every weekend. Truly, the world was a fucked-up place.

****

He had the late shift on Saturday. Although it was fairly busy during the afternoon, at around six o’clock, the place became an utter tomb. He watched the clock as time dragged by, minute by painful minute.
This is it—this is the extent of my sad little existence.
The only appealing aspect of his life was making his film shorts, which nobody watched.

Brian leaned over the counter with his chin resting in his hands.
I want more.
The voice in his head was demanding and clear. Life was too important to wish it away, hoping things would change.

Late that night, he fished the packet out of the closet and took the small phallus in his hand. He looked it over carefully. It seemed harmless enough if he only thought of it as stimulation. He decided to record himself, knowing he could delete it if he changed his mind. Brian initially chose only to do the first two parts of the instructions. He set up his video camera in the bedroom, adjusting it to get the proper angle. He made sure the lighting was perfect and then got undressed for the show.

Brian chose an angle from above, so that he would not be directly facing the camera. Whoever watched it would be able to see his actions without Brian worrying about looking into the camera. Brian was a professional filmmaker, damn it—he wasn’t about to make a porno of himself.

He pressed the record button and lay down on the bed. He glanced at the camera once and then turned away. Brian couldn’t help chuckling when he brought the red stick to his lips. It was just so thin and long.
Talk about a pencil dick.

He laughed and then began hesitantly licking the heart-shaped head of the phallus. Brian closed his eyes, letting his inhabitations go as he imagined that it was the cock of the man he had fantasized about. He twirled his tongue around the tiny head and used his teeth up the sides of the shaft. He sucked on just the tip and then slowly took the length of it into his mouth, centimeter by centimeter. The eight-inch toy was too long, so he didn’t even attempt to take it all the way. Once it was comfortably in his mouth, he began thrusting it in and out as if it belonged to the gentleman. He groaned softly, getting into the fantasy of sucking a man. Brian snuck a hand down between his legs and stroked his already hardening shaft.

He got on his hands and knees and held the phallus upright. He could just imagine the man at the tobacco shop lying on his bed with a raging hard-on, wanting Brain to suck him.

Brian allowed himself to give over fully to the fantasy as his lips came down on the tiny shaft, taking as much as he could without gagging. Brian moved up and down on it vigorously, stopping every now and then to tease the head with his teeth. He was getting overly horny and imagined tasting the man’s come in his mouth.

Since that wasn’t going to happen, Brian put the instrument down and lay on his back, snaking his hand down between his legs to begin massaging his rigid cock.

He closed his eyes again and pretended the gentleman was teasing him with his massive dick. Brian grasped his own shaft tightly, stroking it as he imagined the forbidden encounter. The man leaned forward, his lips coming dangerously close to Brian’s. All he needed to do was move a fraction of an inch and they would be kissing.

Brian’s cock throbbed as he took the initiative and their lips met. The feel of his firm lips against Brian’s was incredibly erotic. When the man forced Brian’s lips open with his tongue, Brian groaned loudly, precum dripping from his cock.

The kiss was demanding, undeniably masculine in nature. Brian found it alluring, wanting to know what it would feel like to be dominated by the man. He increased the tempo of his stroking, not holding back.  Brian imagined the gentleman slapping away his hand, stopping him from masturbating as
he
took a hold of Brian’s shaft with a secure grip, rubbing his cock with authority.

Brian had never been held so confidently by another. He threw his head back, gasping from the sexual tension. The man was relentless, pushing him to the edge but not allowing him release. When he caught himself groaning loudly, he instantly shut up.
How silly—groaning over his own hand.

Brian released his grasp on his cock and picked up the tiny phallus, examining it carefully. It was exceedingly thin. He cocked his head, considering whether it was small enough not to hurt going inside his virginal ass. For a brief second, his cock pulsed in pleasure at the thought.

Maybe it won’t be so bad
.

However, Brian wouldn’t do it without plenty of lubricant. He jumped off the bed and turned off the camera, throwing sweats on. Fifteen minutes later, after a quick run to the store, he was back and recording, with a tube of gel in hand.

He lay back on the bed and then chuckled when he noticed he’d left his socks on. Brian quickly peeled them off and threw them across the room, making a basket in the hamper. “Score!” he yelled. He looked back at the camera with a smirk.

The tube of gel was a bit intimidating. He’d never used lube on himself before, and associated it with illicit anal sex. Now Brian was about to introduce himself to anal sex, and it unnerved him a little. At least he was in control and could stop if it became unpleasant.

He coated the thin red shaft with an overabundance of gel. For good measure, he rubbed the excess over his tight hole. Knowing he was being recorded, Brian tried to rub his asshole with some sensuality. Before long, he was actually enjoying the sensation, and he pushed just the tip of his middle finger inside. He was surprised at how tight and warm it was, but his anus resisted the invasion.

By then, Brian was turned on enough to want more. The idea of introducing a foreign object into this forbidden part of his body made his cock pulse with need. He took a deep breath and positioned the plastic phallus.

The head, which had been laughably small, now seemed too large. It was almost the width of one and a half fingers. He pushed it against his tight sphincter and felt his body clamp up accordingly. “Relax,” he said out loud. He took several deep, calming breaths. Closing his eyes to concentrate, he imagined the tobacco man’s cock pushing against his ass. He wanted access to Brian. He longed to take his virginal ass, and Brian
wanted
to be taken.

He got onto his hands and knees to better play out the scenario. Brian reached around and positioned the phallus again. In his mind, Brian rocked against the man’s shaft, wanting him inside, needing to hear his satisfied grunts and groans of pleasure. With a little more effort, the tip of the phallus slipped in. Brian gasped and stopped. It felt strange, and not necessarily pleasant.

He closed his eyes again, and his imaginary partner told Brian how tight his ass was. He was about to come just being inside, but Brian wasn’t ready. He pushed the shaft in deeper. He could feel every part of it. For the first time, he was grateful for the size of the tiny phallus. Anything bigger would have scared him away from continuing.

How far can I take it?

With no need to rush, Brian slowly inserted most of the thin shaft deeper inside. He arched his back and could feel the phallus press against new, sensitive places. How would it feel to really be fucked in the ass? He took hold of the end and started pulling it out. His body tightened around the head as if it was reluctant for the toy to leave. That was certainly a new sensation for him. He pushed it back in and felt the same resistance. Either way, his body tightened.

Brian took it slowly, sliding the shaft in and out of
himself. Still imagining his mystery man was taking him, Brian began groaning softly. The man wanted to come inside his ass, covering the inside of it with his manly essence.

“Yes…” Brian whispered. Faster now, he thrust the toy in even deeper. The more he thrust, the more relaxed his body became. He laid his head down for support so that he could continue thrusting while he stroked his cock. “Take me, Sir. Fuck me hard,” he groaned.

Brian rubbed his shaft vigorously as he imagined Sir thrusting without mercy into his ass. The heat between his legs grew into an inferno knowing Sir was ready to come. He grabbed Brian’s buttocks and pushed in so deep that it made Brian scream, “Yes, Sir, oh, God yes!”

His cock began pulsing in rhythmic waves as his orgasm consumed him. Brian stopped his hand movements as the echoes of his come diminished. When it finally ended, he slowly pulled the phallus out.

Brian jumped off the bed and walked up to the camera. “I guess I’m finished with my homework.” He smirked as he turned it off.

He’d never had that much fun playing with himself before. What would it be like to actually have a male partner? He shivered at the thought.

Brian cleaned up and then sat down to watch the entire thing, wondering if it needed editing. Just watching himself made him horny again. He decided not to make any cuts and burned it onto a DVD. He grabbed the paperwork and the financial form and slipped them in an envelope. He mailed it the next day by certified mail. Now Brian just needed to wait and see if he qualified for a scholarship.

Class Begins

Brian did not have to wait long to hear back. He received a large package in the mail three days later. He knew it was good news as soon as he recognized the Submissive Training Center crest on the parcel. Brian tore into the box and the first thing he saw was a letter:

Dear Mr. Bennington,

We are happy to inform you that you’ve qualified for a full scholarship to the Submissive Training Center. Your entry was among the finest received by the school to date. We firmly believe the opportunity provided by our school will benefit you, now and in the future.

As stated when you first contacted us, you will begin the course immediately. Class starts tomorrow at 7:00 PM. You must be prompt and ready to learn. A school uniform has been provided.

Understand that this six-week course is a rigorous undertaking. We will expect much from you but promise expert training in return.

Sincerely,

Thane Davis

The letter had the most exquisite handwriting. Brian couldn’t believe a guy had penned it and wondered if Thane Davis was the gentleman he’d met at the tobacco shop.

He opened the box, expecting something similar to a high school uniform; instead, he found black leather pants, tall boots, a black thong and an adjustable cock ring. The next item he pulled out was a tailored black
trenchcoat.

Brian was interested in trying the uniform on. He didn’t really own provocative clothing. He was a filmmaker at heart, so a loose-fitting, not-too-flashy ensemble was the norm. He slipped on the cock ring first and adjusted it to a comfortable tension. Then he pulled on the leather pants and zipped them up, finally understanding why they had asked for body measurements in the paperwork. He put on the boots last and looked in the mirror, impressed with the way the pants hugged the curve of his ass and showed off his swollen member. His naked chest contrasted well with the dark leather—everything about the outfit made him feel hot and desirable.

He ruffled his hair and looked into the mirror again, seeing an entirely different person looking back. This man was more confident, yet willing to please. He wondered what would happen if he walked out of his apartment dressed like this. Brian chuckled, realizing the necessity of the coat. He slowly took off the uniform and laid it carefully over a chair, ready for his first day of class.

****

Getting through another tedious day at work was torture. Brian was both excited and nervous about the upcoming session. Not knowing what the school was like or what would be expected of him was daunting. He was also wondering about the other students. Would they be friendly and helpful, or backstabbing fucks?

He asked to leave a half-hour early, anxious for the training to begin. Mr. Reynolds let him go, willingly taking the last part of Brian’s shift. Even though he had printed directions to the school, Brian left early. Being prompt was important to him.

It took twenty minutes to arrive at the campus. The Training Center looked like any other community college. The parking lot was full of cars and normal-looking college students milled around just outside the large brick building. Nothing about the older building hinted as to what was happening inside. Brian got out of his vehicle and tightened the belt of his coat, feeling self-conscious about being bare-chested underneath it. He walked with a swagger, quite aware of the swell in his pants caused by the cock ring.

A young woman opened the door as he approached.
Now,
that is a pleasant change.
He nodded at her as he passed. Inside, he saw an information desk and headed directly to it. The woman at the desk looked him up and down appreciatively before asking, “Can I help you?”

“Where do I go for the…” he cleared his throat uncomfortably, “….Training Center?”

“It’s one floor down. Just take the elevator to your right.”

“Thanks.” He turned to leave, but looked back and asked, “What kind of school is on this floor?”

The receptionist smiled flirtatiously. “It’s a business college. Why? Are you interested in applying to it as well?”

Brian shook his head.
“No, just curious. Thanks for your help.”

“Anytime.
Enjoy your first day.”

Brian sighed inwardly. This was it—there was no turning back. He hit the button in the elevator and watched the doors slowly close. He was extremely curious what the Training Center would look like. Would it be one giant room with many beds and tools of the trade hanging on the walls, or would it have small, individual rooms with beds and curtains for privacy? When the doors opened, he laughed out loud.

The elevator opened to a large commons area. It was lined by normal-looking classrooms with desks and large whiteboards. Brian shook his head. Definitely
not
what he had been expecting.

He stepped out of the elevator and looked around. A tall woman in a harsh business suit came up to him and demanded, “What class are you taking?”

Brian got out his schedule and looked for the first class so he could answer. “It’s called Submission 101.”

The woman pointed. “Go down that hall. It’s the last door on the left.
Hurry, you don’t want to be late.”

Brian quickly made his way down the hall. His cock had swollen upon seeing the sexy blonde, making his gate awkward. He didn’t dare look back at the woman.

He walked into the classroom and saw that there were five other students there. Unfortunately, all of them were women.
Damn, I definitely don’t belong here.

The instructor, a tiny man wearing a nametag that read ‘Mr. Gallant’, indicated where he should sit. Brian made his way to the desk and sat down. Well, at least he’d made it to class on time.

“Mr. Bennington, since you are the last to arrive I see no reason to wait until the bell rings. Let’s begin. We have a lot to get through tonight.” The instructor had silver highlights in his hair and a wiry frame. Although the man was small, he had a commanding voice and demeanor. The two-hour class was devoted to defining and classifying who and what submissives were.

In a short period of time, Brian learned the difference between
submissives and slaves. “Understand that a submissive
volunteers
and is allowed to voice preferences and set personal limits. Slaves give up those rights.” Brian knew right then that he would never be a slave. The whole idea set him on edge.

“There are various levels of submission, but we will only talk about the major three. Light
submissives give of themselves for short durations, setting many boundaries around what they will and won’t do. Even though they submit to their Dominants, they still maintain a high level of control. Moderate submissives put fewer limitations on their Dominants and are interested in living the D/s lifestyle for longer periods of time. They offer the Doms a more significant level of control. You should note that most submissives fall under this category. Then there are those few who are heavily submissive. Such submissives desire one full-time Master and set
very
few limitations on the Dominant. It is similar to acting as a slave, but the submissive still has control—he or she just chooses not to use it.”

Brian wrote down everything he said. Although he’d read similar information on the web, Mr. Gallant defined things in a way that was easier to understand.

“Mr. Bennington, have you ever heard of the term ‘subspace’?” the teacher asked.

Brian looked around, wishing he had called on someone else. “Sorry, no.”

“That’s fine,” the tiny man answered. “This is an introduction course. In fact, if we go over any information you have questions about, be sure to stop and ask. You cannot offend me with what you do not know.”

Brian nodded in gratitude. He liked the man as an instructor. Mr. Gallant’s voice commanded attention and he seemed to care about all his students. An odd thought flitted through Brian’s head:
What if he is a Dominant in real life?
He wondered what it would be like to work with him as a partner.

Brian actually felt heat rush to his groin and had to refocus on his lesson.

Mr. Gallant continued, “The term ‘subspace’ refers to a trancelike state experienced by many submissives. Certain types of ‘play’ can help pump endorphins into the bloodstream, making the submissive open to more intensive stimulation. While in that state, the sub must rely on the Dominant’s vigilance because of the higher pain tolerance. In fact, the sub may become incapable of verbal communication while floating in subspace, making him or her completely dependent on the Dominant during and immediately following such intense play. Naturally, a high level of trust is required between partners.”

To Brian, subspace sounded like a frightening experience. To lose control like that and be at the mercy of another person’s whims was unacceptable. It made him wonder if he wasn’t submissive material after all.

“Ladies and Gentleman, it is imperative you understand that a
true
submissive finds pleasure in serving the needs and desires of another. If it is more about your needs than your Dom’s, then it is just roleplaying in the bedroom.”

After that profound statement, Mr. Gallant ended the class. “It is time for your first practicum. Please leave your coat at your desk and proceed to room eight, at the other end of the hall.”

Brian looked at the other five students feeling a sense of embarrassment as he undid his coat. He slid it off his bare shoulders and laid it across the desk. The women followed suit. Each had on a different outfit. Some were made of leather of different colors, while others were made of satin and lace. Brian wondered if any thought had been given to each individual uniform, or if they had all been randomly selected. Whatever the case, all of the women looked scandalously alluring in their uniforms.

He was gratified when they glanced at him approvingly. His bare skin and dark leather seemed to have a positive effect on them.

The five women filed out and he followed behind. Just as he made it to the door, Brian adjusted his shaft.

“Mr. Bennington, I recommend that you get used to walking normally, despite the cock ring. Tomorrow I want you to wear it as soon as you get up and release and tighten it throughout the day. Consider it your homework assignment.”

Brian wanted to protest, to explain why that was inappropriate given his place of employment. However, the commanding look his teacher gave him made Brian stop and reconsider. Mr. Gallant wanted him to succeed with his training and, for whatever reason, cock rings were an important part of his training. He nodded before attempting to walk with confidence down the hallway with his hard-on with confidence.

It turned out that room eight was
not
a normal classroom. There was a table at the front with four instructors already seated at it. The floor was made of a soft, spongy material and, in the middle of the room, Brian noticed six odd pillows that looked like large triangles lying on their sides. He had no idea what they were used for, but they certainly weren’t for sitting on.

“Take your place behind of one of the ramps.”

Brian looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. His heart started racing upon seeing the object of his fantasies sitting in front of him.

“Tonight we shall weed out the wannabe
submissives.”

There was a collective gasp in the room. Brian looked at each of the four instructors, wondering what that meant. The panel consisted of three men and one woman. The woman was the same one who had met him off the elevator. She looked serious and severe, although she was striking, with her long, blonde hair. The two other men were polar opposites. The man on the end was tanned and large—in a bodybuilder sort of way—while the one next to him was a skinny man with dark eyes and pale skin. Unfortunately, none of their faces gave a hint as to what ‘weeding out’ meant.

A fellow student spoke up. “What are you saying exactly?”

“You may address me as Sir. That goes for all of you,” he replied, looking directly at Brian.

Brian felt the heat of his gaze.

There was silence in the room until the girl said, “Yes, Sir.”

He nodded and answered her question. “Similar to in Ivy League institutions, your first few classes are designed to discourage the weak. We are only interested in training true submissives. You may choose to leave the program at any time, or you may be asked to leave by any one of your instructors.”

“What about our tuition?” the girl complained.

“It will be returned in full. Let me reiterate, we are only interested in true submissives. Some of you are unable to identify if you are true submissives yet. Tonight we hope to make that abundantly clear.” He held up their application packets. “We have your personal lists of preferences and dislikes,” he stated. “The men chosen for this first practicum were picked based on your responses.”

Brian’s heart was racing. They were going to have sex in front of the instructors, right now? He looked down at the pillow in front of him and suddenly realized what it was. If he were to lie face down on it, the edge of the ramp would lift his ass into the air at the perfect height for fucking!