Chapter 24. Tommy toys with a prostate.
On their way home, Tommy stops at a pharmacy and tells Dylan to remain in the car. He goes in and buys an enema kit, some condoms, a sippy cup, and some diapers. He has special plans for his boy this afternoon. He also buys a box of raisonettes, one of Dylan's favorite candies.
"What did you buy, Tommy?"
"some special things for you, things that are going to delight you, baby."
"Tommy, you delighted me when you fed me from your plate in front of your parents and the people in the club."
"Did you realize that Mike was watching us when I did that?"
"No, all my attention was on you, sweetheart."
"After I fed you, Mike leaned over to his friend and whispered something to him. The guy blushed and lowered his head. I'm thinking that Mike's training may have already begun. When I was over there speaking to Mike, the fellow simply lowered his eye and had his hands in his lap. I don't know if you were aware of this, but Mike is very much into protocol."
"Protocol? What does that mean?"
"Mike likes creating a set of rules and instructions about how a sub is to act in most situations. It's quite formalized, and not something I'd be interested in trying with you and me, except for a few special things such as you eating from my hand or you on your knees watching my piss. But Mike lays out an entire set of behaviors that he expects his sub to learn. Apparently it has already begun with Evan, even though they have not gotten too far into any bdsm play. Mike is taking a different approach this time, one that I think we have inspired in him."
"How so?"
"Well, he is more interested in relationship building, it seems, before getting into any kinky practices. It's doing him some good. Look over there. Notice how relaxed and happy he seems. And he and Evan are speaking comfortably with each other. But apparently, Mike has already given the boy instructions about how to act in certain social situations. When I went over to the table to talk to Mike, Evan stopped eating, lowered his eyes and put his hands in his lap, and wasn't part of our conversation."
"I'd to that for you, baby, if you wanted me to."
"I know, dylan, but for now let's keep things a little more simple. ESPECIALLY when with our family. I almost explained to Mom about the concept of safewording, but then decided not to. I'm glad that Mom picked up on how tense you were getting last night when we were talking. So I don't think you'll need to worry about anything. And I will always change the subject if it veers off into dark territory. I have to say, that I'm really happy about how much progress Mike is making. In the past, he tended to devalue the subs he plays with. But it seems that he is treating Evan like someone special, even if he is already giving him instructions about how to obey. Evan obviously is pleased about what is happening because he readily followed Mike's instructions when I went over there. And he didn't look the least bit resentful or resisting. I hope things work out for Mike this time."
"Was Evan there when you went to talk to Mike about things?"
"No. We were alone."
Dylan does some thinking. "I read somewhere on line that subs should be treated with respect and be somewhat cherished by their Doms or Masters.
"I'm inclined to agree with you. You are more valuable to me than I am to myself. You are my precious treasure, the love of my life. You have been my boy since the first time I met you." Tommy opens the box of candy and puts a piece in his hand and holds it out to Dylan. Dylan licks the candy from tommy's hand and practically purrs as he eats it.
Tommy heads out of the parking lot and continues the drive home. Every once in a while, he feeds his boy another piece of candy. Dylan is so turned on he can hardly speak. He can't wait until they get home. He can't wait to be naked at Tommy's feet, lost in sub space.
"Yes, Sir, please. I am yours and I am your sub, and I am totally in love with you and I give myself to you completely. I can't believe what wonderful things have happened to me. I am looking forward to your being able to enter my body in the most intimate way. May I have some more candy?"
Tommy giggles and hands Dylan the entire box. "Don't eat the whole box. Just a little bit, boy." "Yes, Daddy."
As they ride home they sing along to some of the songs on Tommy's playlist, a special playlist he has made up of songs he has always wanted to sing to Dylan even when he wasn't completely aware of the depth of his love for the boy.
They get home and Dylan is so happy to be able to be naked again and throws himself into Tommy's arms, enjoying the feel of Tommy's clothing against his own bare skin. Although it is only 3:30 pm, Tommy decides to proceed with the plans he has for his lover. He brings his purchases into the bathroom.
"do you need to pee, Dylan?"
"no, Sir."
"Well, I do. Come here by me and kneel."
Dylan takes his usual position and is mesmerized by the sight of Tommy pissing right next to his face. When Tommy is finished he doesn't shake off into the bowl, but tells Dylan to take his cock into his mouth and drain him and clean him. Dylan gratefully obeys, realizing that Tommy might be conditioning him to do what many slaves do, to drink his Master's piss. At the same time, he appreciates how slowly Tommy is moving him in that direction. Although he isn't sure of Tommy's ultimate desires, he also knows that he is going to submit to whatever Tommy decides he wants. Dylan finishes with Tommy's dick. Tommy helps him stand up and then hands him his toothbrush. While Dylan is cleaning his mouth, Tommy does into the other room and strips totally naked.
When he comes back into the bathroom he tells Dylan, "If I'm going to play with your ass, it is necessary that you be perfectly clean, inside and out. I am going to give you an enema. Have you ever had one before?"
"Only when I was in the hospital one time."
"Well, then this is going to be a wild experience for you and I am going to make it as kinky as possible for my beloved sub." Tommy emphasizes the last word, and Dylan shifts appropriately.
"Get down on your knees, boy, and then lower your head to the floor and raise your ass." Tommy takes out the enema kit he just purchased, fills the bag with warm water, puts some baby oil on the hose, and inserts it into dylan's rectum. Dylan groans. "I want you to take in as much water as you can possibly handle. You may cramp a little, boy. Just accept it." Tommy holds the bag high and opens the clamp and the water begins to flow.
"So warm, Sir . . . . .feels funny."
"Take it in, boy. take more in, as much as you can."
Dylan yelps a bit when he feels a cramp. "Keep going." Finally, Tommy senses it's time to stop and he closes the clamp.
"Now stay there, boy. Keep holding your ass high. Hold all that water for as long as you possibly can. The longer you hold it, but better it can clean you."
"Yes, Sir. I am yours to use as you want."
"Tell me when you think you're going to have to let go. Say "toilet." They wait a while. Tommy is very pleased. Also, he now has an erection. finally, Dylan says the magic word. "Kneel up, boy and squeeze. Do not let anything drip. Hold it in."
Once Dylan is on his knees, Tommy helps him stand up and then helps him sit on the toilet."
"Do not let go until I tell you!" Dylan looks like he is really straining.
"Open your mouth, boy." Dylan obeys.
"When I shove my cock in your mouth, you can begin to let go."
Tommy enters dylan's mouth, and Dylan lets go. It is as if tommy is actually fucking the shit out of him!!!!!
Once Dylan has emptied himself out, Tommy flushes and tells Dylan "You are doing fine boy. I'm pleased. Now get back on the floor the way we started. We're going to do it one more time."
Tommy fills the bag, inserts it, releases the clamp and holds the bag high while placing his feet under dylan's face. "Kiss and lick my feet, boy. Something to keep you occupied while I'm filling you up."
It is obvious to Dylan that Tommy has given a great deal of thought and research to this. Or gotten advice from Mike or Peter.
They repeat the same process again. Once Dylan has let go, tommy looks into the bowl and sees that the discharge is clear.
"Good boy. You are nice and clean now. Showers now, boy."
Dylan is somewhat dazed and overwhelmed after what has just happened and is clinging to Tommy and saying again and again, "yours, Sir." "Yours, Sir." Tommy washes him thoroughly and spends a great deal of time washing his hair and caressing it the way the boy likes. He speaks quietly to him,
"Yes, Dylan, you are mine. You are my responsibility. You are my great love and I cherish you. I am preparing you for something that is going to bring you great pleasure and help you realize just how much I love you. The preparation was humiliating, I know, but you don't need to be afraid to be humiliated by me because I love you so much and I understand your needs. Surrender to me in all things, my love, for you are safe with me. I love you. I love you. You are mine, and I love you more than I even love myself."
Dylan falls to the ground and begins to wash Tommy's feet. Tommy knows that this helps ground him, so he accepts his lover's ministrations and continues to reassure him of his love. While Dylan washes his feet, Tommy quickly washes himself as well. He tells Dylan to keep his eyes closed so that he doesn't get soap in his eyes. Finally, Dylan finishes what he is doing and kneels up and takes Tommy's hard cock in his mouth. He goes down in it an begins to choke until Tommy withdraws from his mouth, and, putting his hands in the boy's armpits, stands him up and smiles at him and kisses him deeply exactly the way the boy likes so much.
He turns off the water and gets a towel to dry Dylan. Dylan in turn dries him. Tommy then leads him out of the bathroom and has him lie on the bed on his tummy. Tommy gets on top him and begins to kiss and lick his back. then he puts a pillow under dylan's groin so his ass is raised.
"Okay, baby, I'm going to enter you now, just a little bit. I am not going to hurt you. I don't want there to be any pain, so if there is, please let me know. Do you understand?
"Yes, Sir. Open me up, Tommy, please? Make me yours."
Tommy lubricates his finger and runs it around the lip of the boy's hole. Dylan moves, trying to draw Tommy's finger into him. Finally, Tommy enters, making circular motions very slowly. Dylan moans and says "yours, Sir," and tries to get Tommy's finger more deeply within him. Tommy explores for a while, and begins searching for the boy's prostate. Ah! at last. There it is!
Dylan squeals when he feels what Tommy is doing. Tommy continues to massage the gland and Dylan hollers out he is so turned on. Tommy is wondering whether or not this will be enough to produce an orgasm in his boy. He keeps withdrawing from Dylan and then entering back in, massaging, withdrawing, again and again. Dylan moans and hollers and it out of his mind with pleasure. Dylan's pleasure pleases Tommy so much that he himself feels like he might cum from it all.
He keeps up the rhythm he has set, and moves so that he can kiss his lover and spill into his mouth. they stay united like that for quite a while. Dylan wishes the moment would never pass. Tommy continues the massage until . . . OMG!!!!! I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! "I love you, I love you, I love you; I love you! Tommy, PLEASE fuck me NOW. please fuck me now. I can't wait. Please? Please?
Tommy asks, "are you absolutely sure!!!!!" "Yes, yes, yes, I don't care even if it hurts!"
"It won't hurt. But you have to be just a little patient, baby. I have a couple of things that will help open you up. Just a minute." He gets up and goes into the closet. He comes out with two different-sized plugs he had been planning to use soon anyway." He goes back to the bed and runs circles on Dylan `s back. "I have two plugs here. The first one is not very big. Open up for it, boy"
"yes, Sir, hurry!"
Tommy lubricates the plug and slowly inserts the tip of it. Dylan begins to groan. Tommy pushes it in further. "Open up for me, boy." He pushes it all the way. Dylan groans and pushes against it. Tommy removes it halfway and then goes in again, quickly. Then in and out, in and out. Dylan is moaning and yelling, "Take me Tommy. Take your love. Take your boy."
Tommy leaves the plug all the way in an begins to lubricate the second one. He pulls out the smaller one and immediately replaces with the tip of the second one. "This one is bigger, boy. Open up good for it and you can have me next!"
Dylan nods and groans and shake his head yes. Tommy pushes a bit, meets resistance. "How you really really have to open, boy. open and push against it." Tommy pulls out and pushes in again, right up against the resistance. He presses. The resistance gives way and he gets it all the way in. Dylan is practically breathless, groaning. Tommy works it in and out some more. Dylan begs, "please, Tommy, please fuck me yourself. Please own me there. Please make me yours. I'll open good. I promise, sir. Please, Tommy!
"Okay, baby, I'll pull out the plug and enter you myself."
"Please, Tommy, please, please Sir, Take me, own me, your boy!" Tommy enters, meets the same resistance again, but this time he simply pulls out and goes right back in, "Ok. Dylan, open for me. I'm gonna fuck my boy!"
Dylan pushes back against Tommy's dick, which has just gotten harder than it has ever been before.
"Ok. Dylan I'm going to take you and make you mine." Tommy slowly but persistently enters entirely into his boy and cannot even have imagined how good it was going to feel, being in his life-long friend and now lover.
"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS hold it there, honey." Tommy waits and kisses the back of Dylan's neck. "I'm all the way in you, baby and it feels so wonderful. You are making me feel so good." Dylan starts to move, in essence fucking himself oh Tommy's cock. But as soon as he realizes that is happening, he slaps Dylan on his asscheek. "Stop that, brat!" I am fucking you. Stop fucking yourself. Let go. Submit to me!!!" and Tommy presses the point home by the way he begins to move inside Dylan. "I love you I love you Iove you you own me I am yours Fuck your buddy, Tommy!
Tommy eagerly obeys and plots how to hit his prostate again. He finds it and presses himself on it. He keeps fucking that way when all of a sudden Dylan cries out "I'm fuckin coming. Tommy. You fucked the cum right out of me!" OMG. Dylan shakes all over and the effects Tommy, so with one big thrust, he buries himself in his love and spills himself inside. And bites the back of dylan's neck!
"You're mind, baby. You're mine, Dylan, and no one is ever going to take you away from me. You are the great love of my life!" They lie completely still, waiting for that moment when Tommy will gradually slip away. Then it happens. Dylan turns around on his back and buries himself in Tommy's armpit, holding him tightly. They kiss and kiss and silently drop off into sleep, holding each other. The nap lasted only about ten minutes, when Tommy felt someone nibbling on his neck . . . He pulls dylan's hair back and kisses him again on the lips. "You're a mess, little boy. I'm gonna get something to clean you," he goes and gets a couple of warm clothes and a towel and the key to the cage. He comes back to the bed and kisses Dylan then bends down to unlock his cage.
Dylan yelps when the cage opens. Tommy lifts it off. Dylan says "so strange. omg." Tommy wipes and washes away the three loads that got spilled into it today. He gets up again for more wet cloths. Back, and washing until it is time to dry him up. He looks closely at dylan's crotch. "hmmmm...I guess it would be a good idea to shave you, boy." "do whatever you want for me, please, Tommy"
Tommy goes back inside to get the "pervy bag" He fastens cuffs on dylan's wrists and then binds the wristcuffs to the ring on the side of the bed. He kisses him. "I don't want your hands free while your cock is free. I don't ever want you to touch it." Another trip to the bathroom and back. Out comes the razor and a basin of warm water and soap. He puts the soap in the water then uses it instead of shaving cream where dylan's pubes are beginning to sprout a bit again, working up a lather. Then he takes the razor . . . and after bit of time, dylan' s skin and balls are as clean as a baby's. "You look so beautiful like this, boy, stripped by your Master, not a man any more. A little boy instead." Dylan giggles.
"yes, Daddy. me like to make u happy." "Hmmmm, maybe I should put a diaper on you too" he thinks out loud. Dylan couldn't possibly be more turned on. So he coddles dylan's cock a bit but then enfolds it in hand so he can get it back into the boy's chastity device. It won't fit. `Only one thing to do in that case." he thinks and goes into the kitchen to get some ice cubes in a bag. Dylan screams and hollers, but it doesn't take long before things have shrunk back to its usual caged dimension. "Settle in, boy, settle in," he says softly.
Dylan starts to cry. Tommy quickly jumps up to him. "Whatsa matter, baby?" Dylan can hardly get the words out "I love you so much. I love it the way you control me. I am yours." Tommy kisses his tears away. Then he takes off the wrist cuffs. "And I love you so very much, baby. Now be a good boy and go sit on the toilet and let things out." "Yes, Daddy."
Dylan sits and quickly realizes why Tommy wanted him in here. He cleans himself and pees and then goes back into the bedroom. Meanwhile, Tommy cleans himself with one of the wet cloths. When Dylan comes back, Tommy is sitting on the side of the bed. he beckons Dylan to come stand between his legs. He puts his hands to dylan's nipples and begins to work on them a bit. Dylan throws his head back and moans. Tommy squeezes more and hears Dylan breathe between his teeth. Tommy knows it's time to let up on the pressure and give the boy a kiss at the same time.
"Me hungry Daddy!"
"And what would you like to have my boy, PP&J??"
"Yummy. Milk too Daddy?"
"I don't know if we have any that hasn't soured, but I'll check." He kisses Dylan and on his way to the kitchen he reaches in the bag of things he bought and took out the sippy cup. Into the kitchen he goes, then comes out to ask: dylly, there's no milk but we have apple juice. want some of that?
"OK, Daddy, what u say."
Tommy chuckles himself and wonders what dylan's face will look like when he sees the sippy cup!
He makes the sandwiches and puts them on the table along with a glass of apple juice for tommy and a sippy cup full for dylan.
dylan comes in, takes a look at the table. does a double take, and then looks up at Tommy with a childlike smile, sits down and picks up the cup. "thank you, Daddy."
They eat a bit when Tommy asks, "can we talk adult for a bit?"
Dylan smiles at him. "Sure. What do you want to talk about?"
"Our wedding night. "oooo, what's going to happen?"
"Well, I thought I would be taking your virginity but couldn't wait until then."
"I'm sure you'll come up with something, lover. But anyway I don't think I'd want to be fucked then"
"Why not?" "Because the prep is too involved and takes too much time."
"there are other ways to do it."
"Like what?"
"either you take a quick Fleets, or I just spritz you and hope for the best."
"Well I know what I'm doing for you dude, and it will blow your mind." "hmmm. I'll have to come up something good."
"Anything with you is good, hottie. Besides, I'd just be happy with you holding me and kissing me until we fell asleep. Or maybe a sweet whipping. Or . . "
"Baby, I am just going to want to make you realize that you are totally wrapped up in my love for you. And you can feed me a piece of cake!"
"Oh, the cake thing. Can we just scratch that? It's so stupid and I don't want to spoil our clothing"
"Makes sense. switching gears: Ok, little boy, did you eat all your din din?
"yes, Daddy, but I got jelly on my kips> Tommy spits on a tissue and uses it to clean dylan's lips.
Back in the bedroom, on the bed, making out . . . "Tommy?" Dylan nuzzles his neck.
"What, baby?"
Dylan looks at him, blushing, and says in a very quiet voice, "I feel like I need a spanking."
"I couldn't hear you, boy. Whisper what you said in my ear."
"I said, I think I need a spanking, Sir."
Tommy kisses him on the forehead and grabs hold of his collar. He says tenderly, "Boy, you need lots and lots of spankings from me. Many, many spankings. Do you know why?"
"Because I am bad?"
Tommy kisses him again. "No, Dylan, and never let me hear you say that again. You are not bad. You are a good boy. You are the love of my life. But still you need lots and lots of spankings. Because they make you feel good. Because they help you settle down when you are agitated. And also, now look in my eyes, boy:" Dylan obeys. Tommy speaks slowly and precisely and in a masterful tone: "Because you have wanted to suck my cock for many years but you always kept your desire secret from me. Do you understand?"
"yes, Sir. No more secrets from you."
"That is good to promise, baby. Never ever hide any secret desires from me. Always tell me from now on."
"Yes, Sir. I will."
"How do you want me to spank you, pup?" Tommy asks. "Do you want me to get my belt or a wooden spoon?"
"Baby, please use your hands. I need to feel your hands spanking me."
Tommy replies, "Ok for starters, but I don't want to spank you too hard that way because I don't want you to cum again. I'll warm you up for a while, but then we're going to sleep. Get over my knees, boy!"
Dylan moves around and does what tommy commanded. Tommy caresses his cheeks, then starts spanking him slowly and rhythmically. Slowly harder and harder until Dylan is squirming and whimpering.
Tommy keeps going until he decides the boy has had enough. "On your tummy, boy!" Dylan moves as directed. Tommy lies down next to him and snuggles him in his arms while he caresses his spanked ass with his fingers, making Dylan coo and whimper.
"Now suck my cock, boy, but do it gently. I don't want you to choke." Dylan makes love to Tommy's dick, so happy to be doing what he has wanted to do for so many years. His bottom is glowing hot and he feels the warmth all the way into his belly.
He sucks his lover for a very long time because Tommy has already cum once when he fucked him. So now Dylan has to work to taste his Master's cum, and his work is a labor of love.
Tommy encourages him: "Good boy, suck nice. Show me how you love my dick. Show me how you love me. Worship my cock, Dylan. it will always be just for you. Come on, baby, suck me dry."
Just as dylan is about to lose patience, Tommy comes and shouts out TAKE IT, lover!"
Dylan tastes his load and swallows it all deep into his stomach. He keeps licking tommy's cock clean. this always makes Tommy squirm a bit because he is so sensitive. Dylan loves this feeling. He ends up simply lying there, his face in Tommy's pubic hair, his arms around Tommy's hips, so in love. He begins to understand something that most locked boys eventually learn: it gives him more pleasure to feel Tommy cum than it would for him to cum himself. It's all about pleasuring Tommy's dick, not about his own. He settles more deeply into the meaning of his submission.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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