Brian's First Day of Submissive Training (3 page)

An assistant came into the room and handed each of them a black strip of cloth.

“Tie on the blindfold and lie down on the ramp.”

Sir’s authoritative tone spurred him to comply. He looked over at the other students. All of them looked as shocked as he was. Brian covered his eyes and tied the blindfold tightly around his head. Then he knelt down and felt for the ramp.

It was firmer than he’d expected, but the spongy floor made kneeling comfortable. He pressed his waist against the edge of the ‘ramp’ and laid his chest down against the large pillow. The angle of it made his head lower than his pelvis. He could just imagine his ass in the air, as if he were begging to be fucked. Brian sighed nervously, silently hoping Sir would be the one to take him.

He heard people enter the room and felt the tension rise. None of the new people spoke, but he sensed that one was standing behind him. A tingling sensation coursed through his body realizing that he was about to have sex with a man.

Brian felt the stranger’s hands reach around and unzip his pants, peeling them off, along with his thong. Brian bit his lip, keeping silent. Then he heard the man unzip his own pants and remove them slowly. Brian started hyperventilating when the guy knelt down next to him and grabbed his ass cheeks. Brian heard the distinct sound of lubricant and then the stranger positioned his cock against the valley of Brian’s buttocks and waited.

He could hear the other men moving, and some of the girls gasped. Then there was silence. Sir’s voice was low and sensual. “Mr. Bennington, you indicated that you were turned off by partners over the age of fifty.”

He automatically stiffened.
“Yes, Sir.”

“Meet your partner.”

The man with his cock pressed against Brian’s ass spoke. “My name is Greg, and I am sixty-eight.”

Brian heard the girl who had asked about tuition suddenly shout, “Is mine fat?”

“Yes, Miss Evans, he is.” Brian heard scuffling and then the dull thud of heels on the matting as the girl ran from the room. Brian was distracted by it until Greg began rubbing his shaft against the crack of Brian’s ass. The old man reached around and began stroking Brian’s shaft.

All of his attention immediately focused on the sensations his partner was creating as his cocked ached from the attention.

Greg took his time, grabbing and pulling expertly at Brian’s shaft as he rubbed his own cock against Brian’s ass cheeks. He slow and deliberate, allowing Brian to enjoy the rigidity of his manhood along with his talented hand. Once the man’s cock was fully engorged, he began thrusting with more power. Greg pressed Brian ass cheeks together as he began increasing the tempo.

Brian found that it didn’t matter that his partner was a man or the fact he was old enough to be a grandfather—his body responded eagerly to the old Dom. He bit his lip again, resisting the urge to cry out in pleasure and embarrass himself in front of everyone.

“That’s it, lad. Milk my cock with that muscular ass.”

Brian groaned softly, so softly that he doubted anyone but his partner could hear it. He heard the grunts and cries of the other couples in the room. There was something so primal about copulating in the presence of other people. He forgot about the panel watching him as he pushed against the man’s shaft, wanting to pleasure him. Brian actually desired to be possessed by the Dom’s manhood, to be totally used for his pleasure.

Greg slapped his ass hard, making Brian cry out. “Good. I want to hear you, pet.”

The old Dom took hold of his hips and started pounding against him with vigor. Brian cried out at the friction and incredible eroticism of the action, but again he bit his lip to silence himself. If he truly let go, he would sound like a wild beast.

By the sounds of the grunting going on in the room, some of the men were already finishing off with their partners. Brian felt his cock throb with pleasure in response to their noises.

He found it sexually exciting to give himself over to this man. He realized that age and sex less to him than he thought it did. It was the way the Dom handled him, the way he derived his pleasure from Brian’s that had him so hard and horny. “Damn…” he groaned.

His deep groan must have triggered the old man’s orgasm, because his partner stiffened for a second and then started pounding against him without restraint. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping against each other as he humped Brian with his cock while massaging Brian’s throbbing shaft.

Brian reveled in the feel of his hot come on his skin when the Dom finally exploded all over his ass. When the man finally became still, Brian sighed inwardly wishing to orgasm himself.

“Take off your blindfolds and thank your partners,” Sir instructed.

Brian slipped the cloth down around his neck and turned his head. Greg looked every bit his age, with his wrinkly skin, gray hair and a hollow face, but it didn’t matter. Brian had enjoyed their sexual encounter. “Thank you, Greg,” he murmured.

The old man fingered a strand of Brian’s curly brown hair. “My pleasure, pet.”

All of the training
Doms dressed, and left while Sir talked to the students. “That was a good start, class. As you noticed, we have already lost one of you. I expect there will be a few more casualties tonight.” He looked at each of the pupils individually, as if they were the next in line to go. Brian quaked under his gaze.

“Dress and stand before the panel,” Sir ordered.

Brian lifted himself off the ramp and cleaned off his back with the blindfold before putting his black thong back on. It was still slightly moist from his precum. He thought back on his little forbidden tryst with the old man with curiosity, surprised by it.

When all five students were standing in a line, Sir began the critiques. “Ms. Clark, any comments on Mr.
Benninton’s performance?”

Brian was grateful when the sexy blonde instructor looked at him and smiled. “Overall, I was pleased. It is obvious that he enjoyed the experience, which in turn pleased his partner.”

The burly man on the end spoke up. “I was concerned that he was so silent. His partner indicated that he wanted Mr. Bennington to make more vocalizations, but he chose not to.”

Sir jumped on the comment. “I agree, Master
Coen. I noticed he silenced himself on several occasions. Explain yourself, Mr. Bennington.”

Brian was embarrassed at being criticized in front of everyone. “I didn’t want to sound like an idiot, Sir.”

“Nonsense. Your partner encouraged you to be vocal and you denied him that. Don’t let it happen again. Unless your Dom or Domme specifically tells you to be silent, you need to let him hear your pleasure and pain. How can he possibly adjust to your needs unless you do that?”

Brian wanted to disappear, but he whispered hoarsely, “Sorry, Sir.”

The ghostlike instructor spoke up. “Although I agree that his lack of vocalizations was a problem, it was obvious to me that neither the sex of his partner nor his age affected Mr. Bennington’s ability to please or to be pleased. Well done.”

Brian nodded, grateful for the trainer’s praise. However, the man’s dark gaze caused his cock to rush with fearful pleasure. He was surprised the pale-skinned Dom could have that kind of power over him.

Each of the remaining students received their own critiques. All had weaknesses that the panel highlighted and addressed. It was a humbling experience, to say the least.

When they had finished, Sir spoke to the class as a whole. “We will discuss your performance amongst ourselves. Make your way to the commons area. There you will find refreshments. Wait until I come for you.”

Brian had trouble walking, his cock aching with need for release. As he made it out of the room, he heard Sir call out to him, “No waddling, Mr. Bennington.”

Brian turned to him with a half-grin, humiliated at being called out like that. He gritted his teeth and tried to walk into the hallway ignoring his raging hard-on.
Damn that fucking cock ring!

The Second Practicum

The commons was in the center of the building. It had been set up with wine, beer, finger foods and miniature desserts. All five of them were silent as they gathered what they wanted and sat at a nearby table. Once they were seated, Brian spoke up. “Well, that was different.”

There was nervous laughter all around as the girls glanced at him coyly. The group quietly consumed their refreshments, each mulling over what had just happened.

It didn’t seem real that Brian had just had an encounter with a man—and not just any man. This one had been the exact opposite of what he found attractive. It had been a shocking test, but it had also opened his eyes. Neither age nor sex held the importance he’d thought it did. What else would he find out about himself here?

Sir came to the commons area a short time later. “I want to speak to you each individually before we begin the next practicum. Miss Sanders,” he said, directing a small brunette to join him at a far-off table.

The conversation between them looked intense, and the prospect of speaking to Sir alone like that made Brian nervous. He took another sip of beer to build his courage.

All the other students were called up to talk to Sir before he finally got his chance. He subconsciously bit his lip as he approached. His cock made itself known, but he prayed Sir hadn’t noticed.

“I saw your video,” Sir stated when he sat down. Brian gave him a half-grin. What was the headmaster going to say about it? “I am curious, Brian. It says on your application that you do not like anal sex.”

He nodded slowly in agreement.

“Why, then, did you use the dildo in such a manner?”

“The instructions said to.”

A smile tugged at the corner of Sir’s lips. “No, they did not. You were only instructed to stimulate your anus.”

Brian’s eyes widened. “You mean I didn’t have to?”

“No. But the fact that you did says a lot about you.”

He closed his eyes, feeling ill.
What does it say about me?

“Look at me.” Brian opened his eyes and saw Sir staring at him kindly. “You believed you did not like anal sex, although you hadn’t tried it. It was obvious in your video.” Brian wondered what he meant by that, but was afraid to ask. “I think there is a lot you don’t know about yourself, Mr. Bennington.”

Brian sighed heavily. “I think you’re right, Sir.”

“We plan to strip away any misconceptions you have in the next few weeks. You may find out things about yourself that will shock you. Are you prepared for that?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

The headmaster’s chuckle was low and lighthearted. It pleased Brian to hear it.
“Fair enough. I see great potential in you, but you will need to trust our guidance and be true to your instincts. Don’t try to be or do something that doesn’t come naturally. Be authentic and you will help the process go much faster. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”
Brian smiled gratefully. “I’m actually looking forward to it.”

“Fine.”
Sir stood up, and he followed suit. The headmaster casually rested his hand on Brian’s shoulder as he addressed the group. Brian struggled to hear what was being said because all he could concentrate on was Sir’s touch. His whole body vibrated, as if an electrical current was grounding him.

“Follow me to the auditorium. We have something special planned for each of you.”

Sir removed his hand and walked ahead of the group. It was as if the electricity had suddenly been turned off, and Brian struggled to move. All he wanted was for Sir to touch him again.

A lanky blonde in red leather moved in close to him and growled under her breath, “Bitch!”

And it starts…

Brian wasn’t surprised that the other girls had noticed Sir’s gesture, nor was he shocked that some of them resented it. Unfortunately, he wasn’t watching where he was going and bumped against the leg of a table on his way out of the commons. The blonde laughed at his expense, gliding in front of him flawlessly in her six-inch heels.

Jealous cow.

The auditorium was circular, with a small stage in the center and rows of seats all around it. The other instructors were already there, waiting for them. The small group was directed to sit in the front row.

“Once again, your partner has been chosen based on the questionnaire you filled out. This time, however, we will
all
watch your performance.” Sir nodded towards the students. “We want you to observe and learn from each other.”

Brian was excited at the prospect of watching the other students. He just hoped he wasn’t the first one called up.

Luckily, Sir called Miss Sanders’ name and told her to go up onto the stage. The small brunette walked up the steps timidly. Brian could tell she was shaking like a leaf and gave her a nod of encouragement as she made her way past.

Sir spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Miss Sanders, you stated that you dislike the idea of being whipped.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a barely audible whisper.

“You also mentioned you like your men clean-shaven and hairless.”

This time Sanders only nodded. Brian knew where this was headed and was not surprised to see a large, muscular man walk onto the stage in only his briefs. He had a beard, and fur covered his chest and arms. Not only that, but he held a crop in his hand—the kind used for whipping horses during a race.

Brian heard the clanking of chains as they were lowered from the ceiling above the stage. All of the students looked up in awe and fear, including Sanders.

The Dom put the whip in her mouth and commanded her to hold it. He then took Sanders’ left wrist and buckled it into a leather cuff attached to the chain above her head. He took her other wrist and did the same. The large man undid the ties of her corset and let it fall to the floor, peeling off her panties last before retrieving the whip from her mouth. Sanders stood before their little group, naked and bound.

Brian watch in rapt attention as the Dom circled his sub, snapping the crop against his hand repeatedly. Brian watched Sanders, wondering if the girl would call it off and quit. He was surprised to see an expression of lustful fear on her face.

The man started running the leather tongue of the crop against Sanders’ skin. Brian heard her whimper, but the tone of it was ripe with excitement. Everyone in the room knew she wanted what was coming. Her Dom snapped the whip against her right ass cheek and she cried out in satisfaction. He quickly followed it up with a snap on her left butt cheek. The crack of the whip echoed in the small auditorium.

He moved to her front and ran the crop over her small breasts. Brian couldn’t believe he was going to do it, but then he did. The Dom snapped it down on her nipple. Sanders cried out in painful pleasure, and he grunted. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded her head meekly.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to whip me again…please.”

Before her last word was out, he cracked it over her other nipple. Sanders’ whimpering cry was erotic, and Brian felt his cock harden between his legs. He was stunned that he found the whipping scene so arousing.

He snuck a glance at Sir and saw that he was watching Sanders intently, scribbling something down in his notebook while the Dom continued to whip and tease Sanders to distraction. Brian turned his eyes back to the stage and watched as the Dom bent over, cupping Sanders’ chin to kiss her on the lips. The chains made clinking noises as she attempted to move away from his kiss.

Sir asked, “Is she wet?”

The Dom reached his hand between her legs and growled. “Oh, yes, she’s dripping.”

“You may release her.”

The burly man took Sanders out of the bindings with tenderness. The way he treated her afterwards was gentle, as if he were her lover. Sanders swayed a little as she found her legs again. It was clear she was weak from the erotic tryst. Her Dom stood next to her protectively.

Sir stood up and addressed her. “Miss Sanders, how do you feel right now?”

“Excited, a little off balance.”

“Would you want the Dom to continue with the whipping?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“Good. Thank him and sit back down.”

Sanders opened her mouth to thank him, but the Dom said clearly, “Suck me.”

She looked back over at Sir questioningly, but his expression was unreadable. Sanders obediently sank to her knees and eased his large cock out of his briefs. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked on his manhood. He put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take it even deeper. “That’s good. Swallow my come, little dove.”

When Sanders had swallowed the last of his essence, she stood up. They exchanged a look that surprised Brian. The Dom clearly had affection for Sanders and she had seemed to enjoy the way he played with her, but she was obviously turned off by his looks.

Sir spoke to her again. “Miss Sanders, would you have preferred this scene had played out with somebody else?”

She answered quickly, “Yes.”

The hairy man nodded to Sir and walked off the stage. The chains disappeared upwards, clinking ominously. Sanders quickly donned her clothes and returned to her seat. The four remaining girls waited for their names to be called.

“Mr. Bennington.”

Brian felt a chill go through his bones. What did Sir have in store for him this time around?