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Chapter 1
Frank looked at porn maybe a little bit more than he liked to admit. He didn’t consider himself perverted — well, he didn’t consider himself twisted perverted. Before one stupid mistake lost him his partner of two years, he'd had a normal sex life and hadn't needed to constantly surf for porn. Now, without anyone around for company, he found himself lonely…and horny. He had a lot of flings (more than he could count) but nothing ever seemed to catch like it had with his last partner. Frank liked to be a dom first and foremost, but he also liked being a boyfriend. It seemed he could only find lovers who were seeking one of the two. There were a lot of boys and girls looking to play submissive for the night before getting back to their clean cut day jobs, and just as many nice, clean cut boys and girls who thought he was cute but wanted no part in any of his fantasies.
Even before his last relationship had gone to shit, Frank had been a regular visitor of one site in particular. He’d found it in its infancy when it had been nothing but dry rhetoric about what BDSM culture meant to the mod and his submissive, but it had gotten steamier and steamier with each new post.
It had been given a name as dry as its first posts: Father X and Submissive G. But on its four month anniversary, it had been given a sultry subtitle coined by Father X’s darling little slut.
Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.
It was so simple, but the image of a severely caned backside which joined the subtitle on the website’s banner gave it that little extra kick. What turned Frank on even more was that it wasn’t some stock image of a harsh caning, it was a personal photo. It was a picture of Submissive G.
At first, Father X had taken all the precautions to prevent his little whore’s image from getting out, but then one day—conveniently for Frank, two days after his lover dumped him—Father X posted an image of his sub kneeling on the floor with his knees spread, his arms bound behind his back and a ball gag forced into his mouth with the caption: “This disrespectful slut doesn’t deserve its privacy.”
After a small amount of community backlash—Submissive G had been crying in the photo and looked less than pleased about his photo being taken—Father X had allowed G to address his fans in a short letter.
I love Father, and Father loves me. He would never do anything he knows I won’t like or that he feels isn’t good for me. Father punished me for saying I wasn’t pretty enough for him. He said I deserved to have my face put on display for the whole world to see so that I would know I’m beautiful and would never insult Father again by saying he had an ugly slave. Thank you all for being so concerned about me, but please know that I love Father, and Father loves me.
That had been the only time Submissive G ever referred to himself as “I.” Every time after that he referred to himself in third person as “the whore” or “the slut.” It was touching, and it played into Frank’s favorite part of his secret culture. Yes, he loved the whipping and the screaming and the crying—he loved what it felt like to have a needy little whore at his beck and call—but he had trouble getting off to videos where the chemistry between the doms and subs was wrong. He liked to see the trust between master and slave. He loved to see fear in the submissive’s eyes, but not terror. When it looked too much like rape, Frank got sick to his stomach.
It was rare that he ever found a video where a submissive used a safeword, but in Father X’s videos, it happened all the time. Their relationship was real. They didn’t film their sessions for the cameras and their gestures weren’t scripted. When G’s screams got shrill and he pulled at his bindings, Father X would step back and give his little whore a moment to calm down.
In one video, Submissive G had been gagged but had still been babbling out muffled words that sounded like pleas. At one point, Father X had switched from flogging to paddling, and after the third strike his submissive screamed out a barely comprehensible words. It sounded like nothing to Frank, and yet Father X had immediately stopped. He didn’t make a show of throwing the paddle down or becoming frustrated. He just let the paddle fall from his hand and rushed to stroke G’s hair, shushing him, kissing the top of his head and then undoing the ball gag.
“I’m sorry, Father—I’m so sorry.” The sorrow in his voice should’ve made Frank lose his arousal, but it just put him that much more in the mood. It wouldn’t ever get him off, but it certainly didn’t slow him down.
“You did good. Don’t be sorry. You did good.” Father X made a show of pulling G to his chest and stroking his hair until his submissive stopped weeping and had settled into quiet sniffles. “Do you want to finish or are you done?”
His submissive stammered and it took several times for Frank to catch on that what he’d said had been, “I don’t want you mad, Craig.” Or maybe it had been Greg, or Ted. Whatever it was, Submissive G had spoken his owner’s true name. Frank had expected him to get beaten for it the first time he watched the video, but Father X only shook his head and stroked G’s hair a few more times.
“Go lay down in our room. We’re done for tonight.” He kissed his submissive’s cheek and then the video cut out. Of all the clips, this one had the most comments, people gushing over how cute the couple was as much as they commended Father X for being so diligent with his aftercare.
Frank was sad to say the newer videos weren’t like that anymore. He never showed clips of his aftercare and a lot of the old subscribers had left because of it. Frank remembered one comment on a very brutal face-slapping, mouth-fucking clip which read “It’s like you’re completely different people. He’s /crying/, and not because he’s sorry for some stupid rule break. Don’t you even care about him anymore? This isn’t sexy, this is senseless and cruel. I’m done.” That user never posted again, but had been replaced in recent months by subscribers who fed on the violence.
Instead of the praising comments G used to get on his personal, public letters, he now got disturbing requests and descriptions of what the viewers wanted to do to him. Frank couldn’t say he was particularly fond of the shift, but some of the images those commenters put in his head were incredible.
Frank probably would’ve left the blog behind in search of a better one if not for clips like these. Once a month or so Father X posted “Classic Videos” from before the blog had been started. They showed G before he was a trained submissive as he tried to learn how to act, before he had much of a pain tolerance. G always safeworded in those videos and Frank fucking loved it.
After a long, shitty day at work, Frank came home and started his computer, hand already in his pants as he worked himself up. His efforts were rewarded with the single most attractive video title he’d ever seen come out of Father X’s site.
“Baby Virgin’s First Time.”
Baby? Virgin? First time? It was affectionate. It was intimate.
G had been a virgin when he and Father X met up? Was that even possible? How could X have been so lucky!? A virgin to teach and train…Frank couldn’t imagine how incredible that had to feel.
And he’d managed to get that on film?
No way. There was no way.
And yet the description said otherwise.
Before he was my sub, G lets me fuck his tight, virgin ass. Happy birthday to my G-baby. With you, every time feels like the first.
“Aw,” Frank said, almost feeling too sentimental to press play on the video. And once he had, the scene was so awkward he found himself laughing more than fluffing his semi.
In the video, G looked so different. His hair looked soft and shiny—clean for once without being caked in sweat and cum. He had on makeup, but just a little and kept passing shy, nervous glances to the camera—looking right at Frank with those big, pretty eyes.
“I-I don’t… I don’t know,” G said, looking from the camera to Father X who stood just outside of the frame.
“It’s okay, Baby. Don’t worry. No one’s gonna see.”
“Are you…sure? I mean—I… I don’t…” G started laughing and scratched at his forearms. He looked so shy—so different from the cock hungry painslut Father X put on display now.
The camera angles were all wrong to get a good look at what happened, but when Father X finally joined him on the bed everything heated up fast. He was holding the camera in his hand and filmed it as he fingered G open and then rubbed the head of his cock against G’s ready hole. Father X made sure the camera was trained on G’s face as soon as he pressed in.
It was so intimate and so fucking hot. Frank got to see the look of pain and fear that flashed through G’s eyes the very first time he was penetrated. Then he got to see that pain turn to pleasure, got to hear G’s moans. He got to see G cum for the first time from having a cock buried deep in his ass.
Frank moaned through his orgasm, not caring that he hadn’t given himself time to grab a tissue to stop the mess from getting on his desk. G was perfect. Everything about him was perfect and Frank wished he could have a submissive that was just like him—pure, innocent, but so, so filthy underneath.
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My slut has been very, very bad. Come show my whore what happens to bad slaves who disobey their masters. Show G what mercilessness really looks like. Meet us at the Jailer’s Den, Camden NJ tomorrow night at 10p.m. for the live show and your chance to meet and fuck my worthless little whore. Bring your own toys or play with my fine selection to stretch his greedy fuckhole to the breaking point. G will have no limits. His skin is yours to slap, bite, burn or pierce. Make him sorry he ever disobeyed his Holy Father.
Frank didn’t know what disturbed him more, the fact that Father X was referring to himself as the Holy Father — comparing himself to God — or that this invitation was posted just days after the loving video of Father X and Submissive G’s first time.
He had never heard of the Jailer’s Den, but he got the address off Google and found that it wasn’t in the worst part of Camden, but it was still in a bad place. Not a long drive at all from Frank’s apartment. He felt it was a bad idea to go, but he’d been watching Father X and Submissive G for so long and he knew that an opportunity like this would never come again. BDSM shows were always exciting for him, and to actually know the couple involved would be an amazing twist…
Plus it would be nice to get a good look at Father X’s face. All he ever saw was a mess of greying hair and a sculpted body. Father X, it seemed, was more camera shy than his slave. But then again, no one was forcing him to get in front of the lens.
About an hour after the invitation was posted, Father X uploaded a clip of him and G together. He had G kneeling with the ball gag in his mouth, his arms tied behind him back as was common in his punishment videos. The first three minutes of the clip were just G’s muffled sobbing as he shook and trembled.
The camera was then picked up off the table or tripod which had held it, and was moved closer and angled to get a better look at G’s wet, reddened eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, little whore,” Father X said, angling the camera down to get a good shot of G’s flaccid dick. “It seems my little baby…can’t get it up for me anymore. Huh?”
“He can’t get it up because he’s scared, asshole,” Frank muttered even though he knew Father X couldn’t hear him.
The video progressed to show Father X whipping G’s penis and thighs with a riding crop until the flesh was red and engorged. It wasn’t brutal—G had definitely gotten worse—but it still made Frank shift uncomfortably in his seat. It was like watching a car wreck. He couldn’t look away. Even when G was sobbing and sniffling, lines of drool running down and dripping on the floor after working past the red ball in his mouth.
It ended on that image with Father X repeating his offer for strangers to come teach his slut a lesson.
“And what do you say to the gentlemen, slut?” Father X asked, taking the gag out of G’s mouth and getting rewarded with a loud, heavy gasp. “What do you say, slut?”
“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” G whispered.
“And?”
“And I want Father’s subscribers to teach me a lesson so I don’t…so I don’t mess up again.”
That meant he wanted it, right? He wanted punished. It was a scene. It was just a rough scene to promote a classic meet-and-fuck show at the Jailer’s Den, right?
Frank guessed there was only one way to find out…