Dillan's Magic

DILLAN'S MAGIC By RickyF

(MM, authoritarian, Dom/sub, relationship, romance, foot-fetish)

Email - stories@nc.rr.com -- Please note that I am transitioning away from the email address I once used for my stories to this new one.

DISCLAIMER: The following story is a work of FICTION - any similarity to actual people or events is entirely coincidental. It contains adult subject matter and should not be read by any minor, person who would find such material offensive, or if it is illegal in your area. If you meet these conditions, please delete this file from your computer. This work is not to be reproduced in any manner without prior approval from the author.

DEDICATION -- This work would not have been possible without the encouragement and support of my biggest fan, a young man I now consider to be my best friend. So, Ian -- "Dillan's Magic" is for you.

PART THREE

Dr. Alex Taylor sat alone in the surgical waiting area, stoically trying to dampen his growing apprehension. This required increasing amounts of effort as the minutes ticked by. Despite endeavors to remain calm, his emotional and mental states were becoming chaotic, his thoughts a frantic muddle.

Through this turmoil, he heard the welcome sound of a familiar voice.

"Alex..."

The desperate man looked up in response to hearing his name. Staring back at him was the empathetic face of Scott (Scotty) Williams, a long-time comrade and trusted friend of the couple.

"Scotty," Alex sighed, the timbre of his voice expressing profound relief. No longer would he be forced to endure this nightmare alone. "You came..."

Alex stood to embrace his friend. A former coworker of Dillan's, Scotty had quickly become a trusted confidant to both partners. As the years passed and the three young men had grown into adulthood, Scotty had even welcomed the couple into his family, his wife Karen and daughter Elizabeth becoming as close as relatives, especially after Dillan's family had cut him out of their lives.

Elizabeth, now sixteen, still referred to the pair as "Uncle Alex" and "Uncle Dillan".

"Of course I came," Scotty answered while gesturing for Alex to sit and taking a chair beside him. "I left as soon as you called. Karen and Elizabeth are on their way too. You know how we feel about you guys. How is he?"

"I haven't heard anything yet," Alex explained. "But his injuries are serious. Right now he's in surgery to stop the internal bleeding. After that, he'll need another surgery to fix his arm. Scotty, he looked just awful."

"Have you called his mother?"

"Yeah, right before I called you."

"How did that go?"

"She reminded me that I wasn't supposed to call her. Then she said that she didn't care one way or another, managed to work in the word `faggot' half a dozen times, and hung up on me."

"Spiteful old bitch," Scotty muttered under his breath. The contempt he felt toward this woman could not have been more apparent. "Still, you did the right thing by letting her know."

"Yeah, I suppose. I never understood her reaction when Dillan told her about our relationship. Neither of us expected that much hostility. She has never forgiven me for `turning her son queer'."

Alex felt Scotty's hand move to rest between his shoulder blades, an encouraging gesture that he urgently needed.

"Let's not talk about her anymore," Scotty suggested. "How are you holding up?"

"I'm about to fall apart, Scotty. I've never been this scared in my life." With this admission, Alex lowered his head and rested his face in his upturned palms. Now that he was speaking, it became more difficult to stifle the pent-up emotions that were consuming him. "God Scotty, what if he dies? What if he doesn't make it? I'm not sure what I'll do without him..."

So far during this most stressful of evenings, Alex had managed to prevent himself from breaking down emotionally. But now, in the presence of his friend, he could hold it inside no longer.

"Alex," Scotty began, "You can't start thinking like that. When you're standing on the edge of a cliff, it's never a good idea to look down. Dillan won't give up and neither should you."

Choking back his tears, Alex tried to compose himself. He looked up and noted the genuine concern in Scotty's eyes. It was an expression he had seen many times over the past two decades.

"You've always been so good to us," Alex said with no small measure of gratitude. "Bringing us into your family, always being there when we needed someone -- I'm not sure either of us ever told you how much that meant."

"That goes both ways, Alex," Scotty responded with humility. He then chuckled slightly under his breath and added, "Do you remember how we met?"

"Of course," Alex smiled, "How could I forget? We might not have made it through those first couple of months without you..."

CHAPTER SEVEN -- OUR FRIEND SCOTTY

Within two weeks of the couple's date at the aquarium, Dillan received a reply from the website they had selected, inviting him to film a solo audition. The offer stated that a mobile film crew would be in the area early next month. Assuming Dillan was still interested and could meet with them at the location where they were shooting, he was welcome to request a session.

"Is this gonna bother you?" he asked before scheduling the appointment. "I don't have to go through with it. When I planned this, I hadn't counted on us being in a relationship."

"Honestly, it IS gonna bother me a little," Alex admitted, "Especially if they put you with another guy."

"But you don't mind if I film a solo?"

It was clear that Alex was torn, a part of him wanting to object and another wanting to give his boyfriend the freedom to pursue his plan.

"I don't suppose," he consented. "After all, I knew about it right up front. Hell, I even helped you set up the audition."

"OK then, how about this? I'll do the solo, make a little money, and see where it goes from there. Who knows? They might not be interested in using me for anything else."

Alex pursed his lips and made a face, indicating he felt this was an absurd suggestion.

"They'll want to use you again, Dillan. As soon as they see how much you cum they're gonna ask you back for more work."

"All I'm saying is we shouldn't worry about that until it happens. Once we know more, we can discuss it and make a decision together about what to do next. Alex, we still need the money."

"Alright, just promise to be careful when you meet with them. Neither of us knows exactly what to expect. But from what I've seen online, some of those guys can get kinda pushy. They might ask you to do more than you've agreed to, even with the cameras rolling."

"I can take care of myself," answered Dillan. "But let's change the subject. There's something I need to talk to you about."

"OK, what is it?"

"When we're having sex, you know how I like for you to leave your dick alone, how it's better for me if you don't play with it?"

"Yeah..."

"I'd like to make that rule a little more official."

"What do you mean?" Alex asked, his voice sounding suspicious.

Dillan had been giving this a great deal of thought but was not convinced that Alex was prepared to accept this new plan. Though he was completely aware of his boyfriend's submissive nature, this new arrangement would mean expanding the level of control Dillan would exert over his life and habits.

It was, in fact, a very big step.

Over the past few weeks Dillan had taken the time to educate himself on the dynamics at play between submissive and Dominant partners. Much of what he read he had dismissed outright, knowing the activities were not appropriate for the type of relationship he had with Alex. Additionally, he could not envision himself acting in the same arrogant, aggressive manner described by the bulk of the online resources. Still, he understood that submission was a deep-seated psychological need for his companion and if he took the time to understand it more fully, he could make their partnership more rewarding.

He made certain Alex was looking him in the eye before explaining.

"I want you to stop touching yourself sexually, not just while we're having sex, but altogether. I want you to stop jerking off."

"Why?"

"I want to be the one responsible for your orgasms."

Alex appeared skeptical.

"You mean you want to control my orgasms."

"No, you've got it all wrong," Dillan attempted to clarify. "I want to be RESPONSIBLE for them, the person who caused them -- ALL of them."

"Why are you bringing this up?"

"Alex, I know you beat off in the shower every morning, even when we just had sex the night before. I don't like that. When you have an orgasm, I want to be the one who made it happen."

"I'm not sure I like this idea," Alex protested. "It's not fair. A few weeks from now, you're going to meet with a film crew and get PAID to jerk off. Now you're telling me I can't do it alone in the shower! Why are you trying to take that away from me?"

Dillan realized that this request was his most controlling one to date. It was straining the boundaries of his boyfriend's submission. While his eyes remained fixed on Alex, he lowered his voice, allowing it to become more serious while at the same time remaining affectionate and seductive, almost hypnotic.

"Puddles, I'm NOT trying to take anything away from you. I'm trying to GIVE you something..."

"I don't know, Dillan."

"Listen, I could be a bastard and order you to quit jerking off. We both know that you'd follow my instructions if I made it a command. But I don't want to do that. I shouldn't need to do that. This is not just for me -- it's for us and our entire relationship. If you NEED me in order to have an orgasm, instead of just doing it on your own, it will bring us closer together, strengthen our bond. I'll assume the responsibility of seeing that your needs are met. And Alex, I will take that obligation very seriously."

"It still sounds like a little much."

"Maybe we could try it for a week," Dillan compromised. "If you still think it's a terrible idea then we can renegotiate. How does that sound?"

"What exactly are the rules? Can I still touch it at all?"

"Of course you can! Dude, you gotta touch it to pee unless you wanna start sitting down like a girl. And I want you to keep it clean. I'm uncut too! I know you gotta wash the damn thing! Alex, you know the difference between normal touching and sexual touching."

"So basically you're saying don't touch it when it's hard."

"That's it! Can you agree to that for one week?"

"I guess so," Alex consented. "But if I decide I don't like this rule, can we go back to the way things are now?"

"We can discuss it next week to see if we need to make CHANGES. But I don't think I want for things to go back to the way they are now. Don't worry, Alex. It may take some time, but we'll find something that works for us. I can depend on you, right? You'd better not try to sneak one past me. If I find out you're cheating, I won't let you touch my feet until you earn my trust back."

"I said I'll do it. When I agree to something, you can trust me. You know that."

The threat of denied access to Dillan's feet, whether his partner meant it or not, whether it was a joke or not, was a severe consequence that Alex did not want to risk. His compliance was almost assured.

"Great! There's one last thing I need to ask. Since we're dating now, I've been thinking that maybe it's time for me to talk to someone."

"What do you mean by that?" Alex asked defensively. "If you're saying you need to see a therapist because of me, I'm gonna be insulted!"

"No, it's nothing like that. But it IS hard to explain. You see, you're the only person so far that knows I like guys. I was thinking that maybe I need to tell a friend. I've been trying to come up with a way to say this without it sounding terrible, but I can't think of anything except to just say it. I need to talk to someone about us, someone other than you..."

Dillan features tensed into an agonizing, pained expression, as if he were expecting Alex to throw a childish tantrum.

He had underestimated his new boyfriend.

"That makes sense," Alex answered without a second thought. "And I don't think it's awful. You SHOULD have someone besides me to talk with about these things. It'll be healthy for you. I don't mind. Who were you gonna tell?"

"Scotty -- you know, from the restaurant."

"OK, that's fine with me."

"I just wanted to make sure. If I tell him, we'll be talking about us, which means talking about you. I needed to know you were OK with that."

"Dillan, I came out years ago. I don't care who knows. I'm just worried about you. How do you think he'll take the news?"

"He'll be a little shocked, but I think he'll come around..."

Dillan could not have been more accurate in his prediction of Scotty's response. After work that Friday, he took his coworker out for a beer and told him everything. They discussed his sexuality. They talked about how Dillan had fallen hopelessly in love with his roommate and started a new relationship over the past few weeks. He even shared the details of his future modeling session. Scotty listened politely, taking in the news without much initial comment, his blank expression making it difficult to gauge his reaction.

Once Dillan finished unloading, he found himself more nervous than he had anticipated. His friend's continued silence was troubling. If he had misjudged his coworker, this had the potential to end badly.

"Let me ask you something," Scotty finally spoke. "Do you really love this guy? Are you positive this has nothing to do with the way things ended with your last girlfriend?"

"This doesn't have anything to do with her," Dillan explained. "And yes, I really love him. Scotty, when compared to how I feel about Alex, nothing I've felt in the past even comes close. I'm starting to wonder if I've ever been in love AT ALL before now."

Scotty nodded his head while raising his eyebrows. After taking another casual sip from his beer, he surprised Dillan with his next question.

"I'm happy for you, dude. When do I get to meet him?"

From that night on, Dillan had a new confidant, someone other than Alex with whom to hash out issues that were too close to the couple to discuss with any perspective, someone with whom he could share ideas and feelings that were too difficult to reveal to his boyfriend right away. Once Scotty met Alex for the first time, this bond of friendship grew stronger still.

Knowing Dillan as he did, it was obvious that Alex was good for him. The incredible difference this new relationship was making in his life was clear to anyone with more than a passing acquaintance with the young skaterboy. Though initially Scotty felt a little uneasy discussing love between two men, he soon overcame this uneasiness and became the couple's biggest supporter.

A lifelong alliance had been born.

During the weekend of Dillan's modeling session, Alex was cloistered alone in the apartment when the doorbell rang. Not expecting company, he wandered to the door and found their new buddy standing outside.

"Oh hey, Scotty," Alex greeted his guest. "Dillan's out of town tonight. He had his modeling thing for the website today."

"Yeah, I know. That's why I came over. I wanted to talk to you alone."

Judging from the tone in Scotty's voice, as well as his body language, Alex knew that whatever he had to say was weighing on him heavily.

"OK, come on in. Do you want a beer or something?"

"No, I only have a few minutes. I've got a date later tonight."

"That's great! Anyone we know?"

Alex took a seat on the futon and motioned for Scotty to join him.

"I don't think so. Her name is Karen. We met at party a few weeks ago and seemed to hit it off. I really like her."

"Well, good luck then. What did you need to talk about?"

Scotty took a deep breath before beginning, this action confirming his current level of anxiety.

"OK, let me say up front that this is none of my business and if you don't want to talk about it, I will understand. This feels like I'm meddling in your love life, but I can't help it. I just have to ask you something."

"Alright, what is it?"

"Do you love Dillan?"

"Of course I love Dillan! Why would you ask that?"

Scotty sighed once more before answering.

"Because you've never told him..."

The boy was stunned into silence, those words hitting him like a wooden plank to the back of the head. Though there was no question he had fallen for his roommate, Scotty was right. Every time he had mustered the courage to express his feelings, his mind had gotten in the way.

Dillan had yet to hear the words "I love you".

"Alex," Scotty continued. "Like I said, this is none of my business. But you gotta understand that Dillan is worried over this. I know it's hard to tell from the way he acts, but he's really insecure."

"No, he's not! He's the most confident man I've ever met. And besides, he knows I love him."

"You're wrong. When it comes to you, he's not confident at all. He still thinks you're not attracted to him, he talks all the time about how much smarter you are, and he thinks that once you get your doctorate, the first thing you'll do is break up with him. He says stuff like, `Why would a Ph.D. want to date a guy who works in a pizza place?'"

"He said that?"

"Yeah, but you CANNOT tell him that I told you. I'm still not sure that this was the right thing to do. I probably shouldn't even be here. But if you really do love him, dude -- you gotta tell him! He's freaking out over this."

Scotty stood and moved toward the door. Alex rose to show him out.

"Remember, not a word of this conversation to Dillan. He'd kill me if he found out I got this involved or told you something he said in confidence. You just pretend I was never here. OK?"

"Alright," Alex agreed while opening the door. "Thanks for letting me know."

Once alone, Alex thought back over the past few weeks and couldn't believe the insensitivity he had demonstrated. His intention had been to tell Dillan he loved him at the aquarium. In all likelihood, this would have happened, had the couple not been interrupted by that staff member. Since then, even when handed the perfect opportunity, such as when they made love for the first time later that day, he had still failed to express his feelings in words.

Without wasting another second, he grabbed his phone and called Dillan's cell.

"Hello..."

"Hey Dillan - it's Alex."

"...Puddles! How was your day? I hope you're being good. You're not calling to tell me you jerked off, are you?"

"No, I promised I wouldn't do that. Besides, it's kinda fun having to wait for you. I hate to admit this, but I'm sort of getting into it."

"I told you. Once I get home, maybe we can talk about adding a few more restrictions."

"OK, that's fine. How was the shoot?"

"It was no big deal. They filmed me jerking off, paid me, and offered me another session."

"They want to put you with another guy, don't they?"

"Yeah, but I didn't agree to anything. I said I'd have to think about it. We can talk tomorrow when I get home."

"Never mind about that, we can discuss it later. There's something I need to say to you. It's something I should've said weeks ago. I wish you were here so I could tell you in person. But now that it's on my mind, I don't think it can wait until you get home."

"Alex, what is it?" Dillan asked with a great deal of concern in his voice. "You're babbling and that doesn't happen very often."

"I love you, Dillan. I realized today that I've never told you how much you mean to me. I couldn't let you go to sleep another night wondering how I feel about you."

There was nothing but silence on the line. For a second, Alex thought his call had been dropped.

"Dillan, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. How late can you stay up tonight?"

"I'm not scheduled to work tomorrow, but I have some research to evaluate. I could stay up as long as you want me to. Why?"

"Because I'm getting in the car and coming home, that's why! I am NOT gonna sit here all alone in this motel after hearing that. I can be there in about three hours. Can you wait up that long?"

"Yeah, of course I can. And Dillan, I mean it. I really love you."

There was another brief pause.

"Dude, you'd better be naked when I get home," Dillan finally chuckled into the phone. "See you in a few hours..."

Once he put down the phone, Alex felt more energized, more alive, than he had felt in some time and knew that his graduate school work would need to wait. Instead of evaluating his research, he attempted to think of a way to make this night even more special than it already promised to be. He mulled over several options, even consulting the internet for ideas, looking for a romantic gesture that wouldn't seem sappy, something that spoke to the kind of relationship they were developing, something tailor made for his boyfriend.

Though he had always known and accepted his submissive nature, for some reason this tendency seemed stronger now than at any other point in his life.

Tonight, he felt the need to "give" himself to Dillan.

After more than an hour of thought, he finally came up with an idea. He took a quick shower and dealt with his hygiene needs, knowing full well that sex was in the cards for this evening. He then retrieved a felt-tip marker from his computer desk. While standing in front of the bathroom mirror he began to work, not quite believing he was about to do this. Luckily, no one but Dillan ever saw him without a shirt and the marker would wear off sooner or later.

His plan turned out to be a painstaking, detailed venture and took more than an hour to complete. Once satisfied with the results, he walked into the bedroom to wait, deciding it would be more dramatic to make an entrance after Dillan arrived.

The wait seemed to last an eternity. Eventually, he heard a key in the lock and the front door swinging open.

"Alex, I'm home..."

As his boyfriend emerged from the bedroom, Dillan's mouth dropped open from the spectacle of what he was witnessing.

The boy was completely nude, his rigid cock wet and drippy, just the way Dillan liked to look at it. Without hurry, Alex moved toward his roommate, his slow gait designed to allow more time for Dillan to process the sight. The coy, bashful expression etched on his face seemed incongruent with his current state of exposure and arousal.

Not only had Alex put in his contacts and left his hair tousled the way Dillan preferred, he had also meticulously replicated FROM MEMORY every tattoo found on the front portion of his boyfriend's body, having used the marker to transfer those designs to his own torso. The armband was there. The yin-yang symbol was there as well. Even the phoenix and the kanji for the word "love" were present.

Though this gesture alone would have been touching, Alex had gone one step farther. Using bold letters, impossible to overlook, he had written the words "PROPERTY OF DILLAN KINSTON" on his chest, directly over his heart.

"I love you, Dillan," he whispered while dropping to his knees, "Long hair, tattoos, and all..."

It appeared for an instant as if his partner was going to cry. He bolted toward Alex and scooped him off the floor, taking him in his arms, holding him tighter than ever. When they separated, he looked down at the shorter young man, flashed his famous smile, and said...

"Boy, you are gonna get fucked so hard tonight!"

Dillan would never know the role Scotty played in making this remarkable evening possible. It would not be the last time an intrusion by their friend would prove beneficial to the couple.

As the weeks progressed into months, the demands of Alex's degree program mounted. Deadlines were becoming more frequent now, requiring him to ratchet up the intensity of his effort. Assembling his experimental data into an organized dissertation became his primary focus. Time became a precious commodity and the couple found themselves having to be creative in order to spend more than a few minutes together.

Scotty sensed the stress this was causing and decided to intervene.

He convinced the guys to clear a block of time in their schedules for a day trip to a nearby state park while also offering a few suggestions to Dillan on how to make the event more memorable. He picked them up early the following Sunday in his aging, beat up van and the three friends set off for the park.

Since the couple had managed to set aside an entire day, Alex was not particularly thrilled to be spending it with Scotty tagging along.

But then again, he did not know what was planned.

Once they arrived at the park, which was utterly deserted this Sunday, Dillan grabbed his backpack and asked Alex to walk with him to the restrooms. Once inside, he began explaining the purpose of today's trip.

"Have you ever had sex outdoors?"

"Of course not," Alex answered.

Dillan's lips contorted into a mischievous, naughty grin.

"You're about to..."

"We can't do that, Dillan!" Alex objected at once. "Not at a state park, not with Scotty here! And besides, I'm not prepared, if you know what I mean."

Dillan tossed the backpack to his boyfriend.

"Everything you need is in there. I'll stand outside the door while you get ready to make sure no one walks in on you."

"...But what about Scotty?"

"Dude, it was his idea! He knows how stressed you've been lately."

"This is NUTS, Dillan! What if somebody catches us?"

Dillan knew his companion well and realized the need to de-escalate this situation now. Otherwise, the apprehension he felt would take over completely, ruining any chance they had of making this work. Placing his hands on Alex's shoulders, he attempted to reassure the nervous boy.

"Puddles, you need to calm down. Have you ever been to this park?"

"No."

"Alright, let me explain what we've got planned. We'll start out hiking up to the summit. Once we're almost there, the pathway will get really narrow and overgrown. Hardly anyone goes up there because it's such a tough climb and the trail is so steep. But it's worth the trouble, Alex. Once you get to the top, you're standing on a huge, flat stone looking out over the whole fucking county. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yeah, but I still don't think we should..."

"Alex," Dillan interrupted, "If you'll just be quiet for a second and let me finish, I don't think you'll be so nervous. When the path narrows, Scotty's gonna stop and wait for us. We'll go on by ourselves and have some time alone. He'll be our lookout. Since there's only ONE way to get to the top, he'll see anybody that walks by and let us know before we get caught."

Sensing that his boyfriend remained skeptical, Dillan took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He lifted the boy's chin with a single hand, forcing Alex to look him in the eyes, a technique he had discovered to be quite useful over the past few months.

"Come on, Puddles," he added affectionately. "I really want to do this. Besides, you're the `property of Dillan Kinston', remember?"

Alex closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and consented. In truth, this reaction was not surprising to either of them. Though he could be difficult at times, and somewhat high-maintenance, in the end they both knew he would defer to Dillan's judgment.

"Just make sure nobody comes in here!" he said forcefully. "That's the last thing I need."

"You got it, Puddles," Dillan said with a wink. "Don't be long..."

The description of the hike as steep and tricky had been no exaggeration. All three men were struggling to catch their breath by the time they neared the summit. After reaching the point where the path grew narrow, Scotty stopped to rest on a nearby rock.

"OK guys," he panted, "This is as far as I'm going. Run on up to the top and enjoy yourselves. I'll let you know if I see anyone."

Though still tense over what they had planned, Alex obediently followed his boyfriend up the remainder of the trail until they at last reached the top. The view was astounding. Along the horizon sat the soft, faint outline of the city they had left behind, buildings more than an hour's drive from where they now stood.

The couple sat on the flat rock beneath their feet and locked hands. This was followed by a quiet kiss. Dillan moved without rushing, as was his tendency when Alex was nervous, but soon their embrace was filled with as much passion as they normally demonstrated in the privacy of their bedroom.

Surprisingly, once he realized that no one was going to catch them, Alex made the opening move toward a more exhibitionist display, placing his hand on Dillan's crotch and delicately massaging his already straining erection through his shorts. In no time, he had the belt unbuckled and was lowering the garment, allowing his boyfriend's cock to spring out into the open air.

He gently pushed Dillan back until he was reclining against the surface of the cold rock before lowering his head onto the now exposed, throbbing prick and using every method he had learned over the past few months in a concerted effort to satisfy his man.

Several months ago, Dillan had revealed his preference for long, unhurried blowjobs, the kind meant to tease and arouse for a lengthy period of time. Alex did his best to meet this criterion, using his velvety tongue to carefully whirl around the musky, fragrant hooded crown, applying the perfect amount of suction, sometimes just lying between his partner's legs, nursing Dillan's meat like an infant with a bottle.

Neither of them spoke much during this extensive period of cock worship, either out of fear of being heard or merely to avoid spoiling the unique moment they were sharing. Eventually however, Dillan was ready to advance to the next step. He rose and tugged at Alex's hand until they were standing near a large rock jutting up from the otherwise flat surface of the summit. After spinning the boy around, he issued a single instruction.

"Keep your hands on this rock, no matter what..."

Working with unbearable slowness in a premeditated attempt to build up Alex's sexual heat, he unfastened the button on his partner's shorts and teased down the zipper. Without further warning, Dillan yanked both this garment and the damp, muggy underwear they were hiding down to his ankles. He considered ordering Alex to remove them altogether but decided against it, allowing him instead to leave them around his feet in case they were interrupted.

Alex's drippy, over-heated cock sprang up at once, already primed, juiced, and loaded. Dillan knelt behind him and began to tongue at the freshly cleaned hole, causing his boyfriend to moan softly, with as much discretion as possible, and sending his insistent, needy dick drooling with abandon.

Dillan continued this activity for some time but feared the longer they stayed here the greater the chance that someone would catch them. He reached for the lube inside his backpack, using a generous amount to coat both his own erection and Alex's asshole. Gradually, he began to sink into his companion, causing the boy to whimper in spite of their current level of exposure.

As he felt his partner's width penetrating him, Alex lowered his upper body to the stone he was grasping and slipped one ankle free of the troublesome shorts holding them together. He knew this would make it more difficult to get dressed again if he needed to do so, but the binding, tangled fabric was making it hard for him to spread his legs as wide as he enjoyed.

By the time Dillan was fully lodged inside, Alex was pushing backward with his ass, allowing himself to be speared with greater ease. While he reveled in the sensation of being taken from behind, his eyes focused over the edge of the mountain, at the tops of the trees in the valley below, the state roads seeming as small as strands of cooked spaghetti, the cars as small as insects.

When Alex realized he was actually being fucked from behind by the man he loved, all while outdoors and looking down at an entire county, he felt his cock swell even harder. It began to slap upward against his abdomen as Dillan picked up speed, leaving droplets of prejizz splattered against the surface of the rock beneath them.

A part of him wanted to touch his aching dick, but he knew better. Though reluctant at first, Alex had come to see the wisdom behind Dillan's rules, their true purpose. And these restrictions had increased significantly over the past few months.

So he ignored his rock-hard, sloppy dick, as had become his custom while having sex. Obedience was both expected and required. Unless explicitly told otherwise, Dillan was to be the first to achieve satisfaction. Then, assuming his partner authorized it, Alex would be allowed to cum, but only at Dillan's hand.

A single exception to this rule existed. Should Alex manage to have an orgasm solely from the stimulation of being fucked, without touching himself in any way, he was permitted to do so.

As he concentrated on the sensations in his ass, Alex neared the edge of climax. Though he had yet to experience a spontaneous, hands-free orgasm while being fucked, this was the closest he had ever been. Dillan threw his hips into overdrive at precisely that moment, causing Alex to wonder if this might be the day. The unique circumstances of this sexual encounter, the position they were using, and the repetitive, domineering, almost violent thrusts coming from his boyfriend's groin were all conspiring to send his mind and body into that special place where orgasm is all but inevitable.

Then all of a sudden, just as his nuts were drawing up and preparing to fire off his load, the couple was interrupted.

Scotty was scrambling up the trail at breakneck speed. He attempted to avert his eyes from the sight of his best friends fucking, but nevertheless saw far more than he wished. The young lovers were so consumed with lust that they failed to notice him at first.

Once within earshot, Scotty tried to get their attention...

"Get dressed, goddamnit!" he warned using as little volume as possible. "Somebody's coming..."

Gasping for breath due to the exertion of his frantic climb, Scotty witnessed his coworker's erection being pulled from Alex's well-fucked asshole, prompting him to turn around and wait for the pair to put themselves together.

As soon as Alex had slipped back into his shorts, the three men took a seat on the rocky summit. They stared out into the valley below, attempting to act casual.

A man and woman, apparently in their forties, made their way to the peak. After a brief "hello" to the guys, they spread out a blanket to enjoy a picnic lunch.

"How much did you see?" Dillan whispered to Scotty.

"Way more than I'd planned on! Dude, I could've gone my whole life without seeing that."

"I'm sorry, Scotty."

"From the way you two were still going at it, I'm assuming you didn't have time to finish."

"No, and I was really close too. I was right there," Dillan complained, gesturing with his hands to emphasize his frustration.

He turned his head toward Alex and asked, "Were you close?"

Alex nodded while pointing to his crotch. His shorts were drenched with prefuck and his still-throbbing, denied erection was continuing to pump out the sticky fluid as it pulsed against the cloth.

"I was about to cum without touching it, just from getting fucked. That's never happened to me before."

"SHIT!!!" Dillan whispered aggressively, his voice dripping with regret and aggravation. "I'm sorry, Alex."

"It's not your fault. This was a great idea and we got to spend some time together. If we hadn't been interrupted, it would have been perfect. Don't be upset, Dillan. We can try again when we get home."

Scotty realized the older couple would be here for some time and knew the original plan would need to be abandoned. In his mind, however, he had already devised an alternative.

"Guys," he said, "I think we'd better head back to the van."

In agreement, they began the return trip down the steep trail. Alex positioned the backpack in front of his slippery crotch to avoid drawing any unwanted attention from the lunching couple.

Back at the van, Scotty jumped behind the wheel. The boyfriends climbed into the rear, with Dillan still complaining. Once they exited the gates of the park, Scotty peered over his shoulder at the brooding pair.

He then offered a generous suggestion in an attempt to save the day.

"Look guys, we're in a van with tinted windows and it'll take more than an hour to get home. Why don't you just go ahead and finish what you started?"

"...Really?" Dillan and Alex both asked in unison.

"Sure, I don't mind," Scotty answered in a cavalier manner. "I promise not to look. Believe me, I've seen more than enough already. I'll tilt up the rearview mirror so I can't see into the back."

The boys in the backseat stared at one another, grateful for Scotty's acceptance but not certain they wanted to have sex with him sitting just a few feet away.

"What do you think, Alex?" Dillan asked. "Do you want to?"

"I'm not sure," the boy answered. "Scotty, even if you can't see us, you're still gonna hear us. Won't that bother you?"

Scotty did not respond with words. Rather, he merely turned on the radio, twisting the knob as far as he could without bursting an eardrum.

The couple was naked only seconds later, picking up exactly where they left off. Given their unexpected change in circumstances, however, this time they chose a different position in which to fuck. Alex reclined into the rear seat of the van and Dillan grabbed his ankles, spreading them wide before sinking balls deep inside his boyfriend's warm, slippery trench.

As he felt Dillan slide into him, Alex began moaning and cursing in total abandon, hoping against hope that the radio was loud enough for Scotty to ignore his vulgar vocalizing. His unrelenting cock began belching additional dick-sap as it throbbing upward from his pubes, shaking and thrashing in response to Dillan's forceful, repeated penetrations.

His demanding Top pounded him for more than ten minutes this way, only slowing occasionally to avoid losing his nut, wanting to make this unbelievable fuck last a bit longer. Though Scotty paid them no heed for the most part, he did offer one cautionary warning about half-way through.

"Just remember dudes, you mess up my seats and you'll be cleaning `em yourselves. I ain't gonna spend twenty minutes mopping up spooge when I get home."

Though the guys had been making noise throughout their backseat fuck, they had also tried to exercise some restraint. But hearing Scotty's voice seemed to embolden them. Both acknowledged to themselves what a remarkable friend he was, how accepting he was of both their relationship and the fact that it was sexual.

Dillan was the first to start speaking like he did in the bedroom, at the same volume he typically used. Alex picked up on the cue, increasing the amount of trash talk leaving his lips as well. Before much longer, Dillan was grunting and Alex was whimpering, holding nothing back.

A solid, skaterboy cock was pounding into Alex like a jackhammer, bumping him along the length of the seat. Dillan pulled his boyfriend's legs apart like a Thanksgiving wishbone, breathing heavily and preparing to get his nut.

"Dude, I'm about to cum," he yelled.

Alex could not determine if Dillan was speaking to him or to Scotty. But this did not matter. The excitement of this exhibitionist display, despite the fact that their friend was not actively watching, was hurling both men toward orgasm.

"Mind the seats!" yelled Scotty from behind the wheel.

"FUCK!!!" Dillan screamed at the top of his lungs. Since this roar was much louder than usual, Alex knew he was showing off for the sake of his buddy.

Scotty grinned in response to the commotion behind him and was tempted to peek. He resisted this urge, knowing he did NOT really want to see what was happening in the rear of his van.

Alex felt the cock inside him explode, the first blast coating his asshole with warm, sticky semen. This was his favorite moment during sex, always such a pleasant experience, causing the subsequent thrusts to be more satisfying, more slippery, and more intense. As was the case in every instance, Dillan's orgasm was huge, filling Alex's ass to capacity and beyond, spilling out onto Scotty's seat despite his best efforts to keep the unnaturally large load contained.

He gazed up at Dillan in admiration, as he regularly did when his lover reached orgasm, enjoying the look of exquisite gratification pasted across his features, relishing the fact that HE was responsible for that blissful release.

"Please Dillan," he begged. "Are you gonna let me cum?"

Almost drunk with power, the dominant boyfriend lowered his lips to Alex's ear, whispering so Scotty would not hear.

"Say that again, but this time louder. And call me `Sir'..."

There was no protest whatsoever.

"Please Sir," Alex shouted. "Are you gonna let me cum?"

With a depraved gleam in his eye and sweat pouring from his brow, Dillan tossed his long, stringy hair from his face before turning his head toward their driver.

"What do you say, Scotty? Should I let him cum?"

A brief period of silence occurred before Scotty answered, the time used to consider what kind of weird shit his friends were into.

"Alex, do I want to know what that question was suppose to mean?"

"Probably not," the boy replied. "But make a decision, please..."

"And if I say `no', what happens then? Dillan won't let you cum?"

"That's right..."

"Dillan, you mean mother-fucker!" shouted Scotty. "Dammit, let the boy cum!"

The sweaty, exhausted Top reached for his boy's cock and stroked it twice. That was all he needed. His uncut, freely-leaking prick exploded upward toward his face, blasting his cheeks, lips, and chin before the smaller squirts simply coated his abdomen. As had become his habit, Dillan released Alex's dick once his orgasm began, taking great satisfaction in the sight of his bottom's prick twitching and spitting out spooge without further stimulation.

As much noise as they had made during their orgasms, Scotty knew they were finished. But once he turned off the radio, a kind of uneasy quiet filled the cabin of the van.

Scotty decided to say something in order to break the tension.

"You boys feel better now?"

All three simultaneously burst into laughter...

CHAPTER EIGHT -- SECRETS

During the following months, the young couple settled into a comfortable routine. Each began to depend on the other, the combination of their individual strengths more than offsetting their personal weaknesses. They morphed into two distinct halves of a unique entity formed of their own creation. The symbiosis of this relationship proved to be a calming, stabilizing, and much needed part of their lives.

Their emerging Dominant/submissive dynamic also continued to evolve.

Earlier that year, Dillan had asked his partner to stop masturbating. This had not been a capricious request, nor was it merely to demonstrate his control. Rather, he had taken the time to increase his understanding of the submissive mind, especially since Alex often referred to himself using that word.

In the beginning, Dillan could have done without the added responsibility of being a Dominant as well as a boyfriend. But given his observational skills and natural curiosity, he realized this was a deep-seated need for his partner. Therefore, he willingly picked up the mantle of "Dom".

It was not long, however, before he discovered the joy in this type of relationship. On more than one occasion, he had to remind himself not to let the control he felt "go to his head". The power and influence he was exerting was almost dizzying. He would look down at Alex, whether the boy was lying on his back with his legs up in the air, taking a pounding like the expert he had quickly become, or kneeling between his thighs, nursing Dillan's swollen dick, perhaps just licking his balls. He would remember how much he adored this man and this knowledge would temper his mounting Dominant tendencies, staving off any cruel or unreasonable demands.

Dillan liked to think of their arrangement as a partnership, a mutually beneficial, jointly agreed upon, exchange of power. Alex gave him something precious -- his submission. And in exchange, Dillan provided the structure, rules, and discipline Alex longed for, all moderated by his affection.

The first limit he had placed on Alex, the one concerning masturbation, was prompted by his genuine desire to be the sole cause for each of his boy's orgasms. After a week-long, jointly negotiated trial run to test the fairness of this rule, Alex discovered that he enjoyed depending on Dillan this way and felt it brought them closer together.

As an added bonus, it also made him feel more sexual throughout the day, not just during their evening play sessions. So he voluntarily agreed to make the new terms permanent, expanding his level of submission further still.

Now months later, Alex had stopped touching himself in a sexual manner at all, his only source of release found at the hand of his lover. This knowledge left him frequently horny, reminding him somewhat of how it felt when he was in high school. It also focused his mind, focused his attention and spirit on his Dillan. Each of his numerous, wet, sometimes embarrassing erections came with an image of his boyfriend floating around in his head.

During sex, his rampant bone dripped with persistence. But it was ignored and neglected until Dillan decided it was time to allow his partner release. He was reasonable, of course, and a typical encounter involved him stroking Alex to orgasm just prior to or immediately following his own climax.

Though Dillan reserved the right to deny this release, and had teased him on several occasions by threatening to do just that, he had never exercised that authority.

He had never taken it that far.

That is, until now...

Once it became obvious that Alex enjoyed giving up control of when and where he was allowed to experience orgasm, and after he had been given ample time to grow comfortable with this being his boyfriend's decision alone, the ever-evolving Top developed additional confidence in his Dominant status.

It was time to push the envelope.

Following an evening of particularly passionate fucking, Dillan extracted his cock from his lover's sloppy hole and hugged him, pulling him in impossibly close. Other than this heartfelt display of affection, and a softly whispered "I love you", he took no other action.

He pretended to drift toward sleep while waiting for Alex to complain.

The brutal, exquisite fuck had forced Alex's sexual energy off the charts. Perched upon the absolute edge of orgasm and confused by his partner's behavior, he protested, making certain his tone conveyed an appropriate level of respect.

"Dillan Sir," he whispered.

The long-haired skaterboy grunted. He opened his eyes a bit while feigning fatigue and the need to rest.

"What is it, Alex? I was almost asleep baby..."

"Aren't you gonna, you know -- let me cum?"

Dillan took a moment before answering simply to allow the awkwardness of that question to hang in the air around them.

"I've been thinking, Puddles," he explained. "I was wondering what would happen if I made you wait. How would you feel if I didn't let you cum tonight?"

Alex remained uncomfortably silent for almost half a minute, considering the implications of this question. He knew this day was coming. He had already given Dillan control over his orgasms but thus far he had never denied him, not once, not a single time. Though he had long considered himself lucky for this, he realized he might have become a bit spoiled as well. Dillan was being fair by simply having this discussion. Alex was aware that if he objected with any degree of force, his boyfriend would allow him to orgasm tonight and would not press the issue again for some time.

The choice was fully his -- submit to this newest escalation of Dominance or protest. Either way their relationship would continue, their profound love for one another would persist, but the dynamics would shift, however subtly, toward a more firmly entrenched Dominant/submissive partnership.

So vast was his trust in Dillan, so absolute his devotion, that the choice seemed clear.

"I'm willing to try," he consented. "But please don't take this to the extreme. I'm not sure I can go night after night without having an orgasm. You'll keep that in mind, won't you?"

"Of course, Puddles," Dillan reassured the young man. "Why don't we set a maximum? I could agree to never make you go longer than five days."

"Can we start with just three?" Alex offered with deference. "Then maybe we can work up to five. I might even be able to go longer. We'll just have to see."

"Alright, three it is," Dillan agreed while stroking Alex's hair. "You realize that I'm not doing this just to control you? I'm doing it because you like it when I make these decisions. Am I right?"

"Yeah, you're right. I like you being in charge."

"I love you, Alex, and I'm proud of you," Dillan said with a great deal affection and a fair amount of gratitude as well, knowing this was a big step for his boyfriend. "Will you be able to get to sleep tonight?"

"It may take me a while," Alex answered honestly, his rigid cock still drooling and throbbing without mercy between his legs. "But I'll manage."

Over time, these negotiated limits were abandoned altogether. Dillan was careful not to push Alex too far and he seemed to have an uncanny sense of when they had reached that point. The last thing he wanted was for his boyfriend to become so sexually frustrated that he began masturbating in secret. Once clear that Alex could not go another day without an orgasm, he allowed it to happen and the process would begin again.

As this change in their sexual dynamic took root, Dillan continued his meetings with the website camera crews, recording scenes for their enterprise. He earned a fair amount of extra income from the work, placing the funds in a savings account intended for use as a down payment on a new car.

For Alex, these sessions were an increasing source of anxiety but he held his feelings close to the vest. He knew Dillan needed the money and easy money it was. Though his boyfriend was honest about the activities he engaged in for the website, Alex felt uncomfortable with the love of his life having sex with anyone else, despite the unique circumstances.

In the beginning, the pair would log onto the site and watch the videos together, sometimes even as form of foreplay. But over time, Alex asked Dillan to stop telling him about the shoots and began refusing to watch his movies. It was no coincidence that this change occurred after Dillan had been asked to fuck another guy on camera. Alex had been able to accept the solos without excessive mental anguish. And even watching Dillan receive a blowjob from another actor had been tolerable. But the knowledge that his boyfriend was fucking someone else was too much for him to take.

The empathetic Top noticed at once.

"You want me to stop making these videos, don't you?" he asked. "You can be honest with me, Alex. We promised to always tell the truth."

"YES," the boy answered without hesitation, showing a level of boldness that was atypical for him. "I know that you're only doing it for the money and you've been able to save a lot toward your car, but this kind of work is really starting to bother me. I know you're not cheating -- I understand that. But I can't take it anymore. The thought of you having sex with those other guys is killing me."

Dillan rose to embrace his boyfriend.

"Then I'll stop," he said without equivocation. "We agreed that if this interfered with our relationship then I'd quit. Besides, I've saved as much as I need for a down payment on a car."

"You're not gonna resent me for asking you to stop, are you?"

"Of course I won't! And by the way, you should have told me how you felt before now. I would have stopped a long time ago if I'd known what it was doing to you. We never got rid of the honesty rule, remember? Even though I know you better than anyone I've ever met, I still can't read your mind. You have to communicate with me when you're upset. Promise me you'll work on that."

"Alright, no more secrets -- I swear."

The issue of the website having been settled, the couple fell back into their routine. Alex was as frenetically busy as always with Dillan doing his best to make life easier for him, helping him to unwind when he became overly worried and stressed.

But one night after returning from the clinic, Alex found Dillan brooding on the futon, his foul mood unmistakable. When he tried to kiss his boyfriend, Dillan stood without a word, walked into the bedroom, and slammed the door.

Confused and concerned over this aberrant behavior, Alex followed him, desperate to uncover the cause of his hostility.

"Dillan, what's wrong with you? Did something happen today?"

His boyfriend was sitting on the bed, clearly infuriated over something. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to calm down before he said or did something he would later regret.

"Alex," he began, "Did we, or did we not, make an agreement that we would be completely honest with each other when it came to sex? Didn't we swear that there would be no secrets, that we wouldn't hold anything back?"

"Yeah, we did. Why?"

Dillan's face shot upward, his eyes filled with a combination of sadness and fury. He simply stared at his boyfriend for a moment, his normally gentle blue-green eyes boring straight through his soul and sending a chill down his spine. The angry young man then stood and walked into the closet, returning with a DVD. When he handed the case to Alex, the boy took it from him.

Embarrassed beyond anything he had ever experienced, Alex's knees began to tremble as he listened to Dillan's next determined question.

"Then would you please explain how THAT fits into our agreement?"

In his hands, Alex held a video he had purchased many months prior to Dillan becoming his roommate. It was the single most hardcore movie he owned, the subject matter extreme.

And he had, in fact, been keeping it a secret.

After the two became lovers, Dillan had transferred most of his belongings from the living room wardrobe to the bedroom closet. On that same day, Alex had removed this particular video from his collection in order to prevent its discovery, hiding it in a location he assumed Dillan would never look.

He had obviously been mistaken.

In this movie, which contained only a single, extended scene, the actors portrayed an extremely realistic rape. Though everything was staged, this film was graphic and not for the feint of heart. The decision to hide this DVD from Dillan had been prompted for several reasons, the fear that his boyfriend would not understand and his own uneasiness with open discussions about sexual topics being chief among them.

As if these factors were not ample cause for secrecy, the truth was that Alex found this embarrassing. Therefore, he had broken his pledge to be fully honest.

"Are you gonna say anything?" Dillan asked, beginning to sound impatient.

Alex could not bring himself to gaze upward. He could not look into his boyfriend's eyes, not now. While he stared at the movie he held in his hands, he offered an answer, his voice quiet, meek, and filled with apprehension.

"I'm sorry I hid this from you, but it's just a movie."

This was not an acceptable response.

"They RAPED that dude, Alex!" Dillan shouted. "Is that the kind of stuff you're into?"

"So I guess you watched it then?"

"I watched it from beginning to end," Dillan stated with a lingering coldness in his voice that was uncharacteristic given his classic good nature. "Alex, that video was the most disturbing thing I have ever seen. They were hurting that boy!"

"No, they weren't!" Alex shot back. Having unexpectedly found his voice, he was growing a bit angry himself. "It was staged, Dillan! Do you honestly think I'd watch an actual rape?"

"Dude, I don't know what to think right now! But let me tell you this, watching that DVD made me a little sick. I can still hear that guy screaming. Does stuff like that actually turn you on? Do you jerk off when you watch it?"

"Again, it was FAKE!" Alex yelled, choosing to ignore that last question altogether. "Did you watch the special features?"

"No."

"There's a ten-minute interview where the actors are all sitting around talking about the movie and how much fun it was to film. They're laughing and cutting up with each other, having a good time. It was just for fantasy."

"Do you fantasize about being treated like that? Do you want someone to rape you?"

"WELL NOT IN REAL LIFE, DILLAN!" Alex shouted.

This conversation was getting out of hand, rapidly escalating into their biggest fight yet. In an extremely wise move, Alex lowered his voice before finishing his thought.

"Sometimes though, I do like to fantasize about `rougher' things than we normally do."

"Why didn't you tell me? What about the agreement?"

"I was afraid you'd react just like this. Listen, now that it's all out in the open, why don't we both take a deep breath and discuss it like two people who love each other?"

Dillan appeared to relax to some extent. After taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he motioned for Alex to join him.

"OK, I'm listening and I won't judge you..."

Dillan's aggression was now giving way to another emotion. Perhaps it was disappointment, perhaps sadness -- Alex could not determine which. But when he continued to speak, it was with much difficulty.

"You need to explain why something so horrifying, whether it's fake or not, would arouse you sexually. I need to understand this, Alex, or I don't think I'll ever be able to look at you again, not like before."

Though Alex could not comprehend his boyfriend's reaction, seeing the man he loved in so much pain over something he had done was difficult to accept.

"Dillan, you know how submissive I am. And normally you like that about me, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright, sometimes -- not all the time -- but sometimes, I fantasize that someone is taking me against my will, forcing me to submit. That might make me sound like a freak, but it's the truth. I would NEVER want it to happen in real life. If it did, I'd go straight to the police to press charges. But thinking about it occasionally, when I'm in just the right kind of mood, does get me excited. I'm sorry if this makes you think less of me."

Dillan looked away while trying to choose his words.

"This bothers me on two levels, Alex. First, you kept it a secret, which means you don't trust me, not completely, and I really thought you did. Second, this is something I'm not sure I can be a part of. It troubles me to know that you fantasize about being treated that way. I couldn't do those things to you, not even if it was just a game. It would kill me, Alex."

"I'm sorry this is upsetting you. We can just toss the DVD if you want. I haven't watched it since we started dating anyway."

"That's not gonna solve anything, Alex. Since we've been together, have you fantasized about me doing those kinds of things to you?"

"Yeah, I have. But I would never ask you to do something that makes you uncomfortable. Being cruel is just not in your character. I'm not convinced you could even role-play something like this."

"What kind of things have you imagined me doing to you?"

Alex took a deep breath, not certain he wished to discuss this further. He started to explain the different types of "rougher" sex he fantasized about most often. Dillan listened attentively, sometimes looking appalled, sometimes curious, but over time seeming less distressed about the entire incident.

By the end of their chat, Alex felt that even though they would likely never act out his fantasies, at least Dillan could forgive him for keeping this secret and they could move forward from this point together.

He was disheartened, however, when they went to sleep that night. In a move that surprised them both, Dillan rolled over upon getting into bed, without touching his boyfriend in any way or offering a single affectionate gesture, not even his customary "I love you, Alex..."

Alex cried that night, feeling as though he was witnessing the beginning of the end, wondering if anything between them would ever be the same as it was before this horrible evening.

It took some time, but Dillan eventually returned to his typical, upbeat self. Alex assumed that he had either forgotten about the graphic DVD or that he had at least forgiven him for his secrecy and decided to move on.

About five weeks before Alex's dissertation was due, the now reconciled couple was spending an enjoyable Friday night together. Dillan was resting on the futon watching television while his naked boy sat on the floor providing an exceptional foot massage.

"So Puddles, how does this role-playing thing work anyway?" Dillan asked out of nowhere.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"If we were to try it, what would we do?"

"Oh, we'd make up some kind of scenario and then we'd act it out."

"Would we be ourselves or would we pretend to be other people?"

Alex shrugged his shoulders.

"It could be either one, I suppose."

"If we did it, I think we'd need to be ourselves. I don't like the idea of you fantasizing about another guy."

"Dillan, what's this all about?"

"I pulled out that DVD and watched the special features. I didn't watch the movie again, I just couldn't. But you were right. It wasn't nearly as bad once I understood a little more about it. I KNEW it wasn't real, but it just seemed so damned authentic when I saw it the first time."

"That's what made it a good movie," Alex said timidly.

"Let go of my feet and come up here, Puddles. I want you to sit with me. We need to talk."

Alex complied with this instruction, moving to sit on the futon with his boyfriend. Dillan wrapped one arm around the boy's shoulders before explaining his thoughts.

"Think back to when we first met. Do you remember?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"What do you think my first impression of you was? What word would I have used to describe you right after we met?"

"I don't know. What was it?"

"Brave..."

"Brave?" Alex repeated, sounding surprised.

A flood of likely words had entered his mind as possibilities but "brave" was certainly not among them.

"Yeah, brave," Dillan confirmed. "You gotta keep in mind that even though I knew I liked guys, I was too scared to let anyone else know. Shit, I was too scared to spend much time thinking about it myself. Then you call me up and just come right out and say it, like being gay was no big deal."

"That wasn't really brave, Dillan," Alex admitted. "I was trying to talk you out of our interview."

"I know that! But it WAS brave. You didn't know me. You didn't know what kind of person I might turn out to be. But you were fearless. Later on, when we actually met, I already respected your courage. Then I discovered all these other great qualities you have and learned to respect you for those too."

A tranquil peace descended on Alex as he sat and listened. His companion, though gentle and often romantic, rarely spoke like this. The boy was hanging on every single word, his focus and attention undivided.

"Do you know when I fell in love with you?" Dillan continued.

"No, you never told me."

"The first night we slept together."

An inquisitive expression formed across Alex's face. That statement did not make sense. The timing was not right.

"Wait, that's not possible. The first time we slept in the same bed was the night before you took me to the aquarium. And that's where you told me you loved me for the first time. It couldn't have happened that fast."

Dillan smiled knowingly. He had expected Alex to be confused.

"That wasn't the first time we slept together."

"It wasn't?"

"No, but I'm not surprised you can't remember. It was about two months before that. We'd gone out to the bar and gotten pretty drunk. Do you remember that part at least? We left my car in the parking lot and just walked home."

"Oh yeah, I do remember that," Alex giggled. "We took a shortcut through the park. You kept tripping over stuff and falling down."

"That's right. Then once we got home, we both collapsed on the futon. I'd forgotten to push it back up so it was still spread out like a bed."

"I don't remember."

"That's OK. You were fucking wasted, dude. We talked for like an hour after that. I already thought you were cute, but that was the night I started to feel more. I kept looking at you and smiling like an idiot. You even asked me a couple of times what was so damn funny. While I was lying there with you, I suddenly realized that I was happy. And I hadn't felt that way in a long time. You made everything seem...right."

"I wish I could remember more. It sounds like it was a pretty special night."

"Well, it was for me," Dillan laughed. "You passed out, right there on the futon beside me, with your clothes still on and everything."

Dillan stopped speaking for a moment and touched his boyfriend's cheek, prompting Alex to look into his eyes.

"I put my arm around you that night," he said with a grin.

"No, you didn't..."

"Yeah, I did. Not for very long though. I just wanted to hold you for a few seconds. I watched you sleep for a bit and almost woke you up to talk some more. I was so fucking close to telling you how I felt. But then I remembered that I wasn't your type and got a little depressed. After that, I fell asleep. I woke up about an hour later but you'd already gone back to your bedroom. All of a sudden, I was alone again. I had just spent the perfect evening with the perfect guy, and then I was alone again..."

Alex's facial muscles contorted into a painful grimace while listening to this poignant memory.

"I'm sorry for all that `you're not my type' stuff. I've never been more wrong about anything in my life."

"That's alright. Everything worked out and we're together now. But my point is that I made a promise to myself that night. If I was ever fortunate enough to have you feel the same way for me as I do for you, then I would do whatever it took to make you as happy as you make me..."

Dillan paused long enough to flash his boy a smile before adding...

"And that, Puddles, is why I want us to try this role-playing thing."

Alex, who had been enjoying this quiet, dreamy moment in the arms of the man he loved, had entirely forgotten that the subject of role-playing had been what led them here.

"Oh Dillan, we don't have to do that. I know you don't really want to."

"Now that I've had time to cool off, I've given this some thought. I want to do it. This fantasy of yours is a part of who you are as a person, part of your sexuality. It bothers me know that you have a sexual need that I'm not meeting."

"But what we have now is fine."

"I think we should try it, at least once. Who knows, maybe we'll both hate it. The trouble I'm having is coming up with some make-believe reason to get mad at you. Even after I found that DVD, I was never angry enough to smack you around like they did that boy in the movie. And how do I know if I'm really hurting you? I'm assuming you'll be begging me to stop just like in the film. How will I know when you mean it?"

"People who role-play use a safe word."

"...A what?"

"It's a word you pick that would not come up in the context of what you're doing, something that would really stick out. When the other person hears this word, they know to stop."

"What word would we use?"

"It doesn't matter. We could use anything. It just can't be something like stop' or you're hurting me' because I'll be saying those things during the game anyway."

Dillan made an unpleasant face, the idea of Alex screaming "you're hurting me" already causing him some discomfort. He recovered with haste, however, and offered a suggestion.

"We could use the word `pineapple'."

Alex began to giggle at the unexpected choice.

"...Pineapple?"

"Yeah, what's wrong with pineapple'? I seriously doubt a guy getting raped would ever scream pineapple'."

"I guess you've got a point."

"Alex, I'll need a few more days to come up with a plan. I don't think you understand how difficult it's gonna be for me to treat you like that, even if we're just play-acting."

"I know. And if you decide you can't go through with it, that's fine. I'm surprised you're even thinking about it."

"You shouldn't be. I love you, Puddles. And if I can, I want to make you happy."

This moment of tenderness having passed, Dillan then added...

"Now get back on the floor, boy! After you're finished with my feet, you've got a cock to suck!"

Knowing his boyfriend was considering a role-playing session caused Alex to walk around with a semi-erect prick in his pants for the next few days. On more than one occasion, he became so aroused that he resorted to his dependable high-school solution of stuffing a paper towel inside his underwear. Otherwise, the sticky dick-sap he was constantly spilling would have created some rather awkward moments around his coworkers and the university staff.

Just one week later, Dillan had already put the finishing touches on his plan. After ordering Alex to remove his clothes, he warned him that the moment was approaching.

"One day next week," he explained, "I'll be sitting on the futon with an open bottle of liquor in my hand when you get home from work. I'm not going to tell you which day but you'll know because I'll be acting drunk. I won't really be drunk, but that will be your signal that we're gonna try this. When you see me acting like that, go to the bathroom and get yourself ready. Once you're back in the living room, we'll get started."

"What are we gonna do?"

"Alex, I don't know much about this kinda stuff. But I'm assuming that if I tell you what to expect it won't be as exciting. Wouldn't it be hotter if you were caught off guard a little?"

The boy's cock sprang upward, instantly bloated. This reaction was not lost on Dillan.

"Yeah, I suppose it would," Alex agreed.

"And we're still gonna use the word `pineapple', right?"

"Sure, that works."

A bead of crystal-clear goo emerged from the tip of Alex's erection, causing Dillan's lips to curl into a twisted, amused smirk.

"You're looking forward to this! Aren't you, boy?"

"Yes Sir..."

"You'd better be, because you're not allowed to cum again until the night we do it. I want you desperate..."

Dillan took a giant step toward Alex, quickly closing the distance between them. After taking his left nipple between his thumb and forefinger, he gave it a slight twist before making one last, rather alarming, promise.

"...And I'm gonna fuck you `til you scream every night between now and then. Go get ready, boy."

The next several days were torture for Alex. Dillan seemed intent on using every trick he had learned over the past few months to push his sexual buttons. By the end of that same evening, he was already begging for release.

This proved to be a waste of energy.

A secret had set these events in motion. But the fact that Alex needed this, that was no secret at all.

CHAPTER NINE -- THE ANGRY BOYFRIEND

In selecting a date for their proposed adventure, Dillan quietly decided on Wednesday evening. Like most of his decisions regarding Alex, he had given the matter a great deal of thought.

There were two primary reasons for this choice.

First, Alex's schedule was very light the following Thursday. He was to turn in a preliminary draft of his dissertation to his academic advisor and it would be several days before he received a list of suggested revisions to make prior to final submission to the review board. Later that afternoon, he had only a four-hour shift to cover at the clinic laboratory.

Dillan's second reason was even more straightforward -- Alex would not be expecting a sexual encounter as complex and involved as this one in the middle of the week.

He made his preparations, thinking through each step with great care and trying to balance the requirements of his boyfriend's fantasy with what he felt he was actually capable of doing. In numerous ways, this planning was itself a labor of love. He did not expect to enjoy tonight nearly as much as his lover. In fact, there were portions of his plan that deeply troubled Dillan. Treating Alex in this fashion would not be easy, despite his partner's yearning to live out this dream.

About fifteen minutes before Alex arrived home, everything was in place. Dillan opened a bottle of whiskey and carried it to the futon to await his boy. During this period, he became anxious, an atypical condition for him to say the least. He took a swig from the bottle just to calm down and realized the container looked too full to be realistic.

"Details, Dillan!" he chastised himself. "This is all about the details!"

He returned to the kitchen and filled a tall glass with the rich, amber fluid, placing it in the refrigerator for later use. This left the whiskey bottle looking as if Dillan had already consumed more than a third of it.

"If that wouldn't get me drunk, I don't know what would," he muttered while wandering back to the futon with his new and improved prop, taking one final drink to make certain the smell of alcohol was on his breath.

He then reclined on the futon and waited.

Not soon enough, he heard his boyfriend's key being inserted into the lock of the apartment door.

Though Alex was well aware that their planned role-playing session would occur sometime this week, he had not expected it to be this evening. This had been a demanding day and his mind was elsewhere. But once he opened the door and saw his roommate lying on the futon with his bottle, Alex refocused in an instant. His cock leapt inside the confines of his pants.

Dillan looked amazing.

Alex could tell even during these first few moments that his roommate had taken steps to increase the visual impact of this initial glance. He had washed his hair and it hung casually around his face, not stringy as it has a tendency to become, but full of life, shiny, and thick, its reddish-brown hue providing brilliant contrast to his blue-green eyes.

Those eyes were glaring at Alex with an icy chill behind them that the young submissive had never before seen, as if Dillan was resisting the urge to leap off the futon and throttle him where he stood, his expression as frosty as the arctic.

If any emotions were to be gleaned from this man's frozen features, affection was not among them.

Dillan was stretched out on the futon, wearing a loose-fitting pair of sweatpants and an impossibly tight, simple white tank-top, the kind sometimes inelegantly referred to as a "wife-beater". Alex did not think his boyfriend owned such an undershirt and wondered if it had been purchased just for this evening.

But the best part was that Dillan was propping his massive feet on the arm of the futon nearest the entry, his soles visible and his "perfect" toes curling in an absent-minded fashion. The boy detected bits of sock-fuzz still clinging to the fleshy undersides and wedged between the graceful toes.

He swallowed hard, resisting the sudden urge to fall to his knees and begin licking.

Alex froze on the spot as he drank in the sight of his roommate, becoming dizzy with the anticipation of what was to come. His cock completed its rise to a full-on erection faster than he thought possible and he felt the first of what would be countless contractions in his groin begin, as well as a drop of goo being expelled from the rigid tube, the moisture soiling his boxers.

"Shut the fucking door, you goddamn moron!" Dillan barked, his hostile tone causing his boyfriend to jump.

After closing the door and securing the deadbolt, Alex reached forward and wrapped his fingers around Dillan's right foot, unable to resist the temptation of such a brazen display. His companion instantly jerked his feet off the arm of the futon, away from the probing fingers.

"Do NOT touch me," he said, the words dripping with malice.

"What's wrong, Dillan?"

"I don't want to talk to you, Alex. Just go somewhere else until I cool off. I can't even look at you right now."

Alex appeared to be confused. He was almost positive that this was part of the game, but his boyfriend's delivery seemed so authentic, so genuine, that he worried for a moment that something was indeed wrong.

Perhaps Dillan was really angry with him.

"Talk to me, Dillan. What's going on? Why are you so upset?"

The frozen stare his roommate shot in his direction made the hair on Alex's arms stand on end. When Dillan spoke, his words were delivered in a controlled, careful fashion, as if he were struggling to keep his temper in check.

"What did I just say?"

"You said that you don't want to talk to me..."

"Then you haven't gone deaf after all. Get out of my sight!"

As Alex skulked away toward the bathroom, their agreed upon destination once this evening got underway, Dillan realized that he had never seen his body language so timid and hesitant, his apparent apprehension surpassing that of the first night they had engaged in sex play, the night Dillan had emptied his nuts on his soon-to-be boyfriend's face.

All this changed once Alex reached the bathroom. His tension was replaced with delight and a warm smile spread across his face.

Resting on the counter near the sink basin were several items -- a neatly folded pair of shorts, his contact lens case and solution, his hygiene supplies and a bottle of lube. But the most touching was a folded, hand-written note that was propped up against, of all things, a fresh, whole pineapple.

He picked up the note and started to read.

"To my Alex...

"I'm still not completely sure I want to do this tonight. I don't think you understand how difficult it's going to be for me to treat you this way. But I'm determined to let you live out this fantasy, at least this one time. We can discuss it later and decide if this is something we want to try again or just forget ever happened...

"But you need to promise me something. If at any time tonight I get too aggressive or hurt you in any way, you MUST use the safe word. In case you've forgotten what it is, just look on the counter. It would kill me to find out afterward that I actually injured you...

"Alex, this is NOT optional! I am DEMANDING that you use the safe word if this happens. We can stop and start again if we need to, but I won't allow you to get hurt tonight...

"I have some instructions for you...

"After you've done what you need to do (I know you get self-conscious so I'm being delicate), make sure to put some lube on your ass. As angry with you as I'm going to pretend to be, it won't make sense for me to stop and get some. If this were real, I wouldn't be all that concerned about it being comfortable for you. Next, put on the shorts I left on the counter. Do not wear anything else, including your underwear. Finally, put in your contact lenses. If this goes as planned, it'll get kind of rough. The last thing we need is for me to accidentally break your glasses. We can't afford to replace them..."

This last sentence caused a chill to run down Alex's spine. He briefly wondered if he might have bitten off more than he could chew.

There was one final paragraph.

"Know this, Alex -- I am ONLY DOING THIS FOR YOU. I want you to live out your fantasies with ME. As much as I doubt this is a good idea, I can't stand the thought of you living the rest of your life wanting to try it and not being given the chance. We've not spoken much about our long-term future, but I like to think that we'll grow old together. That means it's my duty to give this to you...

"Alex, consider it a Gift...

"With all my love, your Dillan..."

When Alex finished reading this letter, he felt an odd mix of emotions all at once -- affection for the man who wrote it, concern over how this would affect him, and a hint of fear over what he had planned.

In addition, the words "grow old with each other" had taken root in his mind and he could not stop thinking of the implications. He had been so busy with work and research that he had never honestly considered his future with Dillan.

This was clearly not the case for his boyfriend.

The knowledge that Dillan's thinking was pointed in this direction was almost enough to make Alex want to postpone their plans in order to allow them time to discuss this further.

Alex realized that he too wanted to spend the rest of his life with this man by his side. Before he knew it, he had spent a full ten minutes thinking about this new, promising future.

He shook his head and made a decision to proceed as planned. Whatever happened, they would still have time for that discussion once their game had come to its conclusion.

After preparing himself, he followed Dillan's instructions to the letter. He removed his glasses and inserted his contact lenses. He picked up the shorts that had been provided, curious as to where they came from. They did not belong to him and he didn't recognize them as belonging to Dillan either, made of white cloth that was extremely sheer, like thin linen. As he slipped into the shorts, he smiled at the way they barely concealed his out-of-control erection, no doubt the reason Dillan had selected them. They were also unlikely to absorb much fluid without becoming transparent.

Alex looked in the mirror and grinned, knowing he would get arrested if he wandered out in public looking like this. Prior to stepping back into the hall, though this was not a part of his instructions, he lowered his head and tousled his hair, just the way Dillan preferred.

He returned to the living room only to find Dillan looking every bit as enraged as before, taking intermittent sips from the open bottle in his hands. A bizarre blending of nervous tension and excitement began to overwhelm Alex, resulting in the use of body language that made him appear frightened.

Only a portion of this was attributable to his acting skills.

He crept toward his roommate and dared to speak, his voice sounding timid and meek.

"Is it OK for me to come out yet? I can go to the bedroom if you need more time alone."

Dillan closed his eyes, the muscles in his jaw clenched tight, as if the very sound of his boyfriend's voice irritated him to the core and he was trying to keep from exploding in anger. Part of his plan was for this feigned effort at self-control to fail - and fail miserably.

Without prior notice, he slammed the bottle down on the coffee table. Leaping upward from the futon, he charged toward his roommate like a man gone insane and delivered a stinging slap across Alex's left cheek.

Dillan winced as the vicious blow landed.

Over the past week, Dillan had researched how to perform a "stage slap", learning that if he cupped his hand just right, it would make a loud noise, look very authentic, but only hurt a fraction as much as a genuine slap. He had even practiced on himself during his time alone in the apartment. But he was new at this and the slap did not connect as he intended, in part because Alex instinctively tried to dodge.

As the crimson welts outlining his fingers came into sight, Dillan nearly started to cry. He waited, almost prayed, to hear the word "pineapple".

It never came.

Instead, Alex merely rubbed his burning cheek, surprised that Dillan had struck him so hard, and shouted...

"Hey, what was that for?"

His "angry" boyfriend grabbed Alex by the throat and forced him backward in the direction of the breakfast table, angling his head up so he could look him in the eyes.

Once his roommate was pressed against the table, Dillan continued...

"Let me ask you something, Alex. Didn't I tell you when we started this relationship that we would need to be discrete, that I wasn't ready just yet to let every fucking person in the whole goddamn world know that I'm gay?"

Of course, no such discussion had ever taken place. But Alex played along.

"Yes, yes -- you told me that," he stammered.

"Then you can imagine my surprise when I got to work today and found THIS taped to the door of the walk-in freezer..."

Dillan reached for something on the table and held it up for Alex to see. It was printout of one of the photos he had taken at the aquarium on their first date. In this picture, Dillan and Alex were engaged in an affectionate, public kiss. To make his fictional explanation seem more convincing, Dillan had even gone to the trouble of affixing tape to the paper. It was also torn slightly, causing Alex to imagine his roommate ripping it from the door of the freezer.

"Do you know where my coworkers found this picture?" Dillan continued. "...On your fucking FACEBOOK page!"

Dillan's anger seemed so real that Alex almost began defending himself, wanting to argue that he did not even belong to any social networking sites. But then realizing that this was part of the game, he made up a different excuse.

"I'm sorry, Dillan. It's just that I love you so much and that's my favorite picture of us. I wanted my friends to see it."

Dillan tightened his grip around Alex's neck, being exceedingly careful as he did in order to avoid causing any real pain.

"I would have come out eventually, Alex. But I wanted to do it when I was ready. Now you've made that impossible for me. Do you realize what a horrible position you've put me in?"

"I said `I'm sorry'. Let me go, Dillan. You're hurting me."

These words were another test of whether or not Dillan could actually go through with his plan. He knew he would hear them at some point tonight and was not certain how they would impact him. The sound of his love's frightened voice saying "you're hurting me" was difficult to hear, but as he looked down, Dillan was relieved at what his eyes found.

Within the flimsy fabric of his shorts, the boy's dick was cast-iron hard. Further, it was already dripping without restraint, causing the light material to become almost translucent where the sticky fluids were seeping through.

Dillan swung his roommate around, forcing his head and torso onto the breakfast table, and delivered a resounding slap to his upturned ass. Though Alex began to protest this treatment, he knew it was all part of the adventure. If at any point it became too much to take, he could make it stop by saying a single word - "pineapple".

He was certainly NOT ready to speak this word yet.

"Dillan, stop it!" he yelled instead. "You're drunk! You don't want to do this. Please, this isn't like you."

Dillan did not stop. In fact, this brutal spanking continued for nearly five minutes. Every time Alex tried to raise his torso off the surface of the table, his violent roommate slammed him back down. He listened with concern as Alex begged for mercy, begged him to stop, and almost hoped he could force the safe word from his boyfriend's lips. That way, they could take a break, talk this over, and perhaps abandon this plan.

It was only going to get worse from here on out.

But for Alex, this experience was having an entirely different effect.

Inside his shorts, his utterly distended prick had reached a new plateau of stimulation, creating pleasure the boy had not known was possible. With each fresh blow that landed on his ass, the muscles in his groin convulsed, sending more slimy fluid into the fabric. As time went on, a few of the strikes were undeniably painful.

He remembered his partner's demand that he utilize the safe word.

Although he knew this was Dillan's wish, he stubbornly refused to speak the word, even as his flesh became tender and more sensitive to the continuous, stinging slaps. He felt guilty for disobeying an order, but the gratification of living out this fantasy, the lure of it, caused him to hold his tongue and allow the beating to rage on.

Alex was on the verge of cumming in his shorts when Dillan decided it was time to move on. He pulled his boyfriend off the table by the neck and shoved him against the nearest wall. With his oversized hand still encircling Alex's throat, he gazed down at his crotch.

What he saw was positively obscene. The young man's erection was pulsing beyond his control, straining against the damp fabric, the linen unable to hide it from view. Dillan could even make out the color of the swollen, drippy tube of flesh the garment was ineffectually trying to hide.

"Goddamnit!" he yelled before launching into a degrading string of verbal taunts. "I can't even punish you without your fucking cock getting hard. Are you about to cum, baby? Is that it? You like this shit?"

Both guys were playing their roles to perfection. The fear in Alex's eyes was unambiguous and outwardly real.

Dillan leaned in close and whispered in his ear.

"I don't wanna break the mood, so don't say anything. Just shake your head. Are you sure you wanna keep going?"

Using a great deal of enthusiasm, Alex shook his head to indicate "yes".

"OK, we'll keep going. But this isn't doing anything for me. My dick isn't even hard. I'm gonna have to make you suck it first. I'm sorry..."

Alex was not sure why Dillan was apologizing. Sucking his boyfriend's cock was one of his favorite activities and he was not about to protest being forced to do it. After noticing a downward pressure being exerted on his neck, he allowed himself to be pushed to his knees, his back still pressed against the wall. Dillan lowered his sweatpants enough to expose his crotch then shoved his groin into his partner's face.

In keeping with tonight's theme, the young man struggled in a convincing attempt to force Dillan away.

"Stop it, Dillan! I don't want to do this -- not while you're drunk! You're not yourself tonight!"

Dillan backed up long enough to deliver another slap to Alex's cheek, this time landing a bit more carefully. Though dramatic, he was certain this one had not hurt as much as the first. He grabbed a fistful of his boyfriend's hair and yanked his head upward.

"Tell me `no' again and you'll regret it. Do you understand me, bitch?"

This was the first time Alex had ever been called that name. Rather than upset him, in this context it caused another insistent spasm between his legs. An additional slug of precum seeped into the mucky fabric of his shorts.

He nodded his head that he understood. In response, Dillan moved in closer and allowed Alex to take his flaccid cock into his mouth.

The next minute was somewhat awkward for both.

In his fantasy, Alex had always imagined that this type of activity would excite his assailant as much as it did him. Therefore, having to work to get his boyfriend erect was a bit of a buzz-kill.

For Dillan, this was abnormal as well. On a more typical evening, he would have been hard by now, the anticipation alone enough to get him aroused. Tonight however, he had been so focused on not injuring his partner that he had become distracted, neglecting his own pleasure altogether.

This setback did not take long to remedy.

Despite Dillan's reservations, Alex's gifted mouth was soon enveloping an erection as rampant as the one barely concealed by his damp shorts. Now feeling more comfortable with the course this sport was taking, Dillan slammed his hips forward. With nowhere for his head to go, this knocked Alex's skull against the unmoving wall. And because this move had not been anticipated, the submissive young man gagged on the cock in his throat, something Dillan had never once witnessed him do in real life.

This response excited Dillan. He was not entirely certain why, but it did not matter. For the first time tonight, he was beginning to enjoy this game.

Alex was a big boy. He knew the safe word.

If he wanted to use it, fine...

If not, also fine.

A transformation had been occurring within Dillan, one he first noticed about four months ago. In their early days as a couple, he had assumed the role of Dominant partner only because this was what Alex needed and desired. For his purposes, Dillan would have been content with a more traditional relationship. But as time wore on, he had found himself increasingly comfortable in this position.

Lately, he had even begun to relish it.

Tonight, drawn in by the intensity and allure of this sport, he realized he needed this structure. Having grown accustomed to being the man in charge, making the rules, and providing the compulsory discipline to maintain order in their home, he never wanted this arrangement to end. There was no way he could surrender the reigns of control - he now craved this authority with as deep a hunger as Alex craved surrendering it.

In terms of sex, the thrill he experienced from his boyfriend's submission surpassed any other form of stimulation he had ever known. Peering down at Alex as he massaged or licked his feet in the evenings was beyond exhilarating. Even better was the sight of the boy with both of Dillan's balls stuffed inside his over-filled mouth, the young man unable to speak but still appearing grateful for the opportunity to serve.

Moments like this left Dillan feeling all but omnipotent, as if the very moon and stars themselves would obey his commands. This state of mind had been waxing stronger all year long but tonight it had reached its zenith. Though his actions and decisions would always be tempered by the enduring love he held for the man now sandwiched between his groin and the wall, one simple fact was abundantly clear. Dillan was no longer just playing a Dom for Alex.

Dillan had BECOME a Dom.

With this knowledge in mind, his hips re-engaged and forced Alex's head into the wall again, then again, repeating this action until he began to worry more about the plaster than the back of his partner's skull. The tension being applied to his cock as it repeatedly drilled down the back of Alex's throat felt extraordinary from this position. Maybe it was the gagging, or maybe the fact that he was continuing to struggle...

Either way, Dillan was approaching orgasm far too soon.

He grabbed Alex by the hair once again, extracted his cock from his puffy lips, and yanked upward, shoving him back toward the table and reinitiating the ass beating. The slaps seemed more intense this time and, in truth, they were. The boy counted them off in his head and once Dillan hit forty, he began to wonder if he might be forced to use the safe word.

But then the spanking stopped.

Dillan grasped the thin material of his companion's shorts, one hand on either side of the seam, before pulling them apart with little effort. Alex was not aware of this, but his detail-oriented lover had spent almost an hour today with a pair of scissors, carefully snipping every other stitch in the seat of those shorts, leaving the seam weak and easy to destroy.

When Alex heard the dramatic, unanticipated sound of fabric ripping, he almost ejaculated on the spot.

Without warning, Dillan delivered a single, brutal blow to his boyfriend's now naked ass cheeks. Alex sucked in his breath and made a decision. If Dillan slapped him like that one more time, he would have to say "pineapple". The soft tissue of his backside was far too tender from his previous beatings to accept any additional punishment.

That blow never came.

Instead, Dillan placed two fingers at the entrance to his boy's asshole. After verifying that his playmate had pre-lubed himself per instructions, he shoved both inside at once, showing absolutely no mercy.

"STOP," Alex screamed as his body struggled against the invasion. "God, that hurts! Stop it, Dillan -- please. You're hurting me..."

Dillan twisted the fingers lodged inside his boyfriend. He then yanked upward, almost lifting Alex's feet from the floor in the process.

Despite how this looked, he was ever conscious of making certain Alex was in no danger of being injured. In fact, he had taken the time this afternoon to trim his fingernails and file away any jagged edges. This aggressive fingering also served a secondary purpose, to loosen the opening for what was going to be a spiteful, unrelenting fuck.

When the boy faked a second scream, Dillan slammed his head down onto the table and yelled...

"I can go back to wailing on your ass cheeks if you'd rather. Is that what you want?"

"No," Alex whimpered in response, "I can't take any more of that."

This last statement had not been an act. It was, in fact, the truth.

The next part was tricky for Dillan. Having never been fucked before, he did not know exactly how it felt. From his conversations with Alex, however, he knew it was not always comfortable at the start unless they engaged in a lengthy period of foreplay prior to insertion. Given that this role-playing session was meant to simulate a rape, a bit of discomfort was desirable, but he did not want to rip his partner in half.

With this in mind, Dillan had to guess at when the boy had reached the proper level of relaxation. When he felt the ring of muscle begin to loosen around his probing fingers, he decided it was time.

He grabbed his partner's hair and yanked upward, twisting his head around to stare into his eyes. This seemingly malevolent action served dual purposes.

First, it was extremely erotic for both. Alex was forced to gaze into Dillan's blue-green eyes as he was "violated" and Dillan was able to watch the priceless look on his boyfriend's face as it happened.

The second reason involved safety. If Dillan noticed genuine pain in Alex's features, he could pull back and go slower.

He positioned his unyielding prick at the stretched entrance and pushed sadistically, not slowing down, not stopping - simply ramming inside until he bottomed out. Though this was definitely NOT the most comfortable insertion Alex had ever experienced, it was not excruciating either...

But he screamed as if it was.

"Oh god, Dillan -- pull it out! You gotta stop this. You don't know what you're doing. Fuck, please, that hurts so much! Stop it, let me go!"

Dillan lowered his face to his boyfriend's ear and whispered...

"You wanna use the safe word?"

"No, keep going," Alex answered. "It's not as bad as I'm pretending it is. I can take it."

With that said, Dillan forced his boyfriend's head back onto the table and engaged his hips. He was not gentle. He was not considerate. In truth, it was absolutely brutal.

In an effort to add to the realism, Alex pretended to cry.

As warped as this seems, Dillan started to smile. As was more often than not the case for Dillan, it was a goofy smile, completely out of character given what he was doing, and he was grateful that in this position Alex was unable to see his expression. He now knew his playmate was doing just fine. In response to hearing the bogus sobbing, Dillan's hips began flying faster, drilling into Alex in way that was utterly bereft of mercy.

The boy began resisting with more energy, attempting to wriggle his body from between the table and his roommate's fucking cock. Now in a frame of mind to experiment, Dillan decided to allow his boyfriend to succeed, just to see where this would lead.

Once Alex managed to free himself, he sprinted toward the bedroom as if running for his very life.

Dillan was much too quick for him. He chased after his runaway and caught him in the short hallway, latching onto his shoulder, spinning him around, and slapping him hard across the face.

Thankfully, this would be the last slap Alex received tonight.

Dillan slammed his roommate against the corridor wall, pinning his head and shoulders against the sheetrock while at the same time unbuttoning the now useless linen shorts. After allowing the moist garment to fall to his ankles, Dillan rammed his cock back inside, resuming their fuck as if this trifling setback had never even occurred.

Living out this fantasy was beginning to overwhelm Alex. He knew Dillan was being careful; he was in no real danger of being injured. Nevertheless, his boyfriend was staging such a compelling performance that Alex felt as if he was being raped. The portion of his brain that found this imagery erotic took over. Though he continued to struggle and cry out in pain, his prick was insufferably rigid, slinging droplets of prefuck on the wall as Dillan jack-hammered him.

From out of nowhere, the boy realized he was going to cum.

A piercing moan filled the small apartment, this vocalization altogether different from the previous ones. Alex no longer sounded like a young man being brutally violated, sadistically mistreated...

He sounded as grateful as he felt.

Dillan noticed this change. In response, he redirected every ounce of his remaining strength, energy, and focus into his hips. He grabbed Alex's arms and pulled them upward, pinning them against the wall with the weight of his body.

"Oh god," the boy groaned.

An intoxicating, familiar sensation engulfed Dillan's cock, one he had not expected to feel this early in the evening -- the regular, rhythmic contractions of Alex's asshole around his cock.

His boyfriend was exploding hands-free against the wall.

"Fuck!!!" Alex screamed at the top of his lungs, fearful for a moment that he might black out.

He had been trying for so long to reach this point, to know what it felt like to cum without touching himself, without Dillan touching him, to experience an orgasmic discharge just from the pounding of his boyfriend's cock. Looking down in disbelief, he attempted to confirm that this was indeed happening.

His stubborn dick was flopping around obscenely, still spitting out semen, the gooey, white fucksnot painting the wall in front of his groin, the heaviest deposits already beginning to slide down the surface.

Though Dillan could not see this spectacle, he could certainly feel the anatomical spasms around his erection, every pulse squeezing him, pushing him closer to climax. Unable to hold back, his own orgasm was underway before his boyfriend's had even come to an end.

As his cock exploded inside the warm cavity of Alex's abused ass, he leaned into his companion and bit him on the shoulder.

For the first time this evening, Dillan was doing something intentionally painful. Not only that, but this bite would leave a mark. Somehow though, it felt like the right thing to do and Alex groaned his appreciation.

As was typical, the boy's ass was unable to contain the significant volume of ejaculate Dillan produced. Already oozing from his well-fucked hole, some of it dripped onto his shorts, some of it onto the carpeting. He realized he would have to clean it up, as well as wipe down the wall, but this fact unimportant at the moment.

For now, he simply savored the sensation of being taken and filled by the man he loved.

Once spent, Dillan extracted his rapidly deflating erection. He collapsed onto the floor in the hallway, trying to catch his breath, unable to move.

Alex joined him without delay.

"Oh my god, Dillan," he panted. "You made me cum!"

"Shit, Puddles! I know it! You're a fucking freak, dude!!!"

The expression on Dillan's face was one of complete disbelief. Both young men burst into a fit of fatigued laughter.

"Did you enjoy it?" Alex asked.

"Not until the end," Dillan admitted while still trying to catch his breath. "Before then I was too worried about you. Did I hurt you?"

"That first slap on the face was kinda harsh. And the spanking got worse the longer it went on, but nothing you did was over the top."

"I can't believe you got off on that. Jesus Christ, Alex!"

Alex wrapped his arms around Dillan and pushed him to the floor, lying beside him, both of them spent, sweaty and attempting to recuperate from their exertions. They remained like this for some time, resting in the hallway, too exhausted to move, enjoying the serene stillness of afterglow.

"Dillan, I love you so much."

"I know, Alex. I love you too."

The intensity of this night, its passion and emotion, as well as the letter Dillan had left in the bathroom, all of these flooded Alex's mind at once. The combination began to overwhelm him.

"Look at me, Dillan..."

The worn out Top lifted his head to look into his boyfriend's eyes. After noticing that Alex was crying, he instantly feared he had been hurt during their aggressive session and had perhaps just now realized it.

"What's wrong, Alex?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's just what you said in your note. You know, the part about us growing old together. Did you mean it?"

The warmth of Dillan's smile answered before the words ever left his mouth.

"Of course I meant it. I wouldn't have written it if I didn't."

"That's what I want too."

Despite the fact that those were some of the most beautiful words Dillan had ever heard, he still began to chuckle.

"I bet that's what you say to every guy that fucks the cum outta you. Let's hear you say that in the morning when you're not high on sex."

Alex giggled for moment himself before moving his face closer to Dillan's. He gave his boyfriend a gentle, affectionate kiss then lifted his head and coyly bit his lower lip.

"I'll say it every morning for the rest of my life if you'll let me."

"Really, do you mean that?"

"Yes, really -- I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

To say Dillan looked pleased would be a gross understatement. The sparkle in his eyes and the return of his ridiculous grin spoke more fluently, and with greater depth of meaning, than any words he might choose to utter.

"You got yourself a deal there, Puddles. The rest of our lives it is."

A kind of tranquility descended upon the couple as each in his own way focused on the words they had just spoken, the agreement they had made. Both were fully aware that enduring commitments presented a challenge to honor, but this felt right to them, and each young man was hopeful that they could be the exception to the rule.

After some time reflecting on their future, Dillan spoke again.

"Hey Puddles, when will you finish your dissertation?"

"The final version is due in three weeks. Then all that's left is my oral defense."

"Well if it's oral, you oughtta do just fine," Dillan teased, prompting Alex to jab him in the arm.

"You KNOW what an oral defense is, Dillan. I've explained it to you."

"I know, dude. Relax, I was just kidding. Once you're finished with school, I'd like to take you somewhere. I think you deserve a vacation."

"That would be SO nice. Where do you want to go?"

"I haven't decided yet. But you should go ahead and request the time off from the clinic. Ask for a whole week..."

Eventually, the couple recovered enough to pick themselves off the floor of the hall and begin the process of cleaning up the mess they had made. Though Dillan had been a hesitant accomplice in this activity at first, it had resulted in the best sex either of them had ever experienced.

And each of them knew this was something they would try again.

END OF PART THREE

OTHER STORIES BY RickyF -- All may be found by looking under that name in the "Authors" section.

"Game Night" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Manipulated" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Brian's Visit" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Fresh out of Training" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Teaching Daniel" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Camping with Joey" -- Only chapter one is posted.