Team Sub

Chaprer 5 - Work it Out

Note: Contains strong language. In real life, please show respect and practise safe and consensual sex.

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Dan took heed of what the coach had said and the advice he had given him. The moment with Frank had been cathartic. Admitting to his teammates who he was in a sexual context was one thing, but to come out and talk about his sub feelings to a role model of his was another.

The conversation had been emotional and had felt as though a weight was off his shoulders. A lightness came about him, as though he was carrying less.

He knew there was some truth in what the coach had said about his teammates - that he had to be careful, to follow his gut and explore his sub side in a way that was healthy. Maybe that was with Frank? He had offered to give him that space. But at the same time he was self-conscious. Could he go begging to his coach to practise being a sub? It would be embarrassing, the man probably had better things to be doing than looking out for a newbie sub like him. He barely had come around to the idea of identifying as submissive.

Those thoughts whirled around Dan's head for days afterwards until he couldn't take it any more. He was craving some more sessions to be submissive to other men - it was making him crazy horny too. In the end, he went for the easy option and messaged his teammates, who were only too eager to use him.

'Get your ass over to mine,' Eric ordered - the first one to reply to his message.

'Yes, Sir,' he texted back.

*****

'Ah, there's my fag,' Eric answered the door of his house. He was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, his feet barefoot. 'You know what to do,' he moved to let Dan in.

Dan stepped inside as Dan closed the door and lowered himself to his knees, bowing his head and then kissing both of Eric's feet. 'Thank you for letting me submit, Sir,' he thanked the other man.

'You're welcome, slave,' Eric placed a meaty foot on Dan's face and pressed down on the cheek, chuckling lightly. The teammates had set out some protocols for Dan to follow when they were in private with Dan. He had to pay respect to them as his superiors and thank them for providing him with servitude and alpha men to worship.

Dan's stomach fluttered at entering the subspace and being made inferior to Eric's dominant presence. He could feel his dick growing hard.

'Alright, boy. Down to the basement,' Eric kicked Dan's butt, making him yelp. 'Time for your sub workout.' Eric strode down the corridor while Dan had to crawl on all fours after the lumbering man, as was one of the rules while he was with one of his four dom teammates. He felt a mixture of embarrassment from being kicked, not sure he had liked that, and also arousal from crawling on all fours.

'Hurry up bitch,' Eric called from afar, causing Dan to hurry up and follow his teammate down into the basement.

*****

Eric had converted the basement into a sort of home gym, full of workout equipment and machines, but with a twist. There was also an assortment of kinky paraphernalia - whips, paddles, chains, ropes, collars, cages and more.

'Wow,' Dan looked, mouth agape.

'You look scared boy. Don't worry, you'll only get punished if you don't complete your workout,' Eric grinned with menace. A sadistic twinkle in his eye.

Dan gulped.

'Now, strip, fag,' Eric ordered as he rummaged through some boxes.

Dan was soon standing naked in the room.

Eric came up to Dan and secured a steel collar around his neck and clipped on a chain that attached to some restraints, which he secured to Dan's wrists and ankles.

Dan caught himself in a mirror - he looked like a shackled slave. The cool chains clinked and touched off his muscular body. He shrinked away from the chilling metal. Breathing in, he took a moment to take in how he had gotten into this predicament. Giving himself away to his teammate to use and order him around, standing naked, chained like an owned piece of property. His mind whirled, but also aroused him at the same time.

'Alright, up on the treadmill,' Eric took a paddle and swiftly whacked it on Dan's butt cheek.

Dan yelped and got up on the treadmill. The chains clinked as he moved, the conveyor beginning its steady pace. He had enough give in the chains to move his arms and legs, but he didn't have as much span as he would've liked to be comfortable.

He kept up a consistent jog as the minutes went by, sweat developing on his brow from the exercise, but also from the swats to his butt from Eric's paddle. He could feel his cheeks growing redder from the spanking.

'Come on bitch,' Eric egged him on, laughing all the while.

*****

After the cardio exercise, this was followed by ever-more gruelling sub exercises. Dan had to do sit-ups as Eric lightly smacked his face every time he sat up and said, 'thank you, Sir,' to his dom. Eric was really flexing his sadistic tendencies with the workouts.

Another exercise involved lifting weights while Eric whipped his abs, legs and chest, yelling at him to tighten his core and flex, hitting him harder if he waned.

The last exercise involved him doing press-ups under the weight of Eric's legs, using Dan as a footstool. It wasn't so bad at first, but after the repeated reps, the weight of the burly rugby player's legs began to literally weigh him down, causing the sub to falter with exhaustion.

'Keep going, fag,' Eric warned. 'Or else you're getting a punishment from your Master,' Eric put a foot on the back of Dan's head and pressed down, pushing him to the floor.

Dan groaned under the pressure. 'Sir,' Dan complained, his head touching the floor, unable to resist the force of hias dom's foot.

'Pathetic fucking boy,' Eric spat at Dan. 'Can't even finish your sub workout.

'Please, Sir,' Dan began to cry.

'This is what you wanted, boy. To be owned and used. If you can't even take some simple orders from your Sir, I don't know what good you are.'

Dan collapsed to the floor, unable to continue, his body red as he tried to catch his breath. He couldn't take the cruelty of his Master. The other of his doms hadn't come close to Eric's sadism.

'Fuck sake, useless. Get up, into your cage, now,' Eric kicked at Dan, who slowly crawled to his feet, complying even though his gut was telling him to leave, go, get away from his dom's tyranny. But his desire to submit messed with his brain, thinking he didn't want to give up what he had found. That if he walked out he'd lose out on something good, and no longer be able to explore his sub side. So he stayed, and crawled inside the barred cage, not tall enough to sit up in, so he laid down on some soft bedding that Eric had placed on the floor of the cage.

Eric shut the cage door and padlocked it with a definite click, twirling the keys in his hand.

'You stay in here like a good fucking slave until I decide to let you out. That's where you belong, right? Since you're my property. I think you need some time out alone here as punishment for not finishing your workout. I'll be back in a few hours to feed you... if I think you deserve it,' Eric laughed, strolling away and switching off the lights before making his way upstairs, the basement plunging into darkness.

Dan held himself in the cage, mentally and physically exhausted. How had he got into this situation? Allowing someone to order him around, force him to workout and whip and kick him and yell things at him? Yet, he felt aroused by where he was, highlighting his new identity as a sub. He liked it even though it was overwhelming. But was this all a sub was? Something to be owned and used without question? Were there other avenues a sub could explore their identity. The thoughts reeled around in his head as he tried to overcome the exhaustion of the workout, slowly nodding off to sleep in his cage.