Chapter 28. Love before breakfast
Tommy wakes up with Dylan lapping his armpit like a deer at a salt lick. He wraps his arm around dylan's neck and presses him in tightly. "Good, baby?" He can faintly hear Dylan mumble "yummy."
"Gonna get th'other one too?" Dylan nods his head. Tommy rolls on his side to make access easier. Dylan quickly buries himself in that side too, sniffing and licking. When he is finally satisfied, he asks Tommy "shove your dick down my throat, Tommy, please?" He slides down and Tommy, already aroused by what Dylan was doing, does what his lover asks for. Dylan lets out a big sigh as he sucks Tommy deep into his throat.
Tommy backs off a bit. "no need to get me off now, baby. Come up here and let me kiss you." Dylan obeys and they nuzzle together for a bit.
"I have a question," says Tommy.
"what, baby?"
"Why did you want me to shove myself into your mouth so quickly?"
"Because when your armpit is a little smelly and I lick up your smell and then you shove your dick into my mouth, you push the taste of the smell all the way down my throat."
"you are one kinky dirty little boy," laughs tommy. "How did you learn all this stuff? Did someone teach you that?"
"No. Nobody. I kind of thought it would be that way. Baby, I never went after anyone's armpit before. Only you, baby. I only want to be a pig boy for you cause I want to consume all of you. You are my hero and my greatest meal, dude."
Tommy kisses him. "I thought maybe Adrian had made you do that."
"No way. He's just a bully. He doesn't know how to think sexy. Not like you and me, Tommy. And you're all the sex I ever want to ever have."
"So you mean I can't rent you out to other doms?"
Dylan says nothing but thinks what that might be like. "No. You don't really want to, do you?"
"Of course not, baby. I fucking own you. All to myself. No one else is getting any of you."
"Gotta pee, Tommy."
"Let's go." As Dylan gets out of bed, Tommy takes note of how his ass looks. A lot of red stripes and not much else. Nothing bruised, and Tommy is glad of that. Dylan's had more than enough bruising in his life time. "Your ass looks hot, pup!" Stripes look good on you." Let's get in the shower and we can pee there." Tommy gets the water just right and they step into the shower. "Kneel before me and set your cage over my feet. I want you to pee on my feet, baby." Dylan does so. "Now get up and turn around. then bend over. I want to piss on your whipped ass, boy." "yes, Sir." Dylan takes the position, breathing heavily. Tommy starts to piss and makes sure it covers all of Dylan's ass, marking his territory. "This is so hot, Sir! Marking me where you marked me last night!"
"Okay, slave. on your knees. drain my dick!" orders Tommy. Dylan thinks this is one of the kinkist things Tommy has ever thought of. Humiliating as hell, too. And he can't help wondering if the day will come when Tommy wants him to drink it all. Not sure he'd look forward to that, but still, the thought is in his head. He thinks of what Mike says: "Slaves drink piss." But he's not a slave. Not really. But right now he is! So confusing. So hot. So unique what he and Tommy are enjoying.
Tommy takes soap and cleans his lover, being especially careful of his ass. "Sore, boy?" "Very sore, Sir. I'll be remembering it tonight. It's a good thing you locked me; otherwise I'd be hard all night." Tommy gets to his favorite part: dylan's abundant rich hair. Rich lathering suds and a scalp massage. Dylan just coos through all this. So loved is he!
And so they revel together. Soapy hands caressing, stroking, teasing, reverently and filled with love. Dylan kneels to wash his lover's feet, one at a time, his lover leaning on his shoulder for balance. Dylan washes, rinses, kisses and licks, and rubs each of Tommy's feet over his face; then kneels up to give special care to Tommy's groin, most especially to his pubic hair, hair that Dylan is no longer allowed to have. When it is his turn, Tommy loves soaping up Dylan's bare boyflesh stripped of its hair as they both desire it to be. Whenever Tommy touches him down there, Dylan sighs deeply, feeling cared for, owned, cherished, controlled. Dylan settles deeply into his sub identity and wishes he could spend the entire day groveling at his Master's feet. Yes, indeed, there are times when his inner identity as Tommy's slave emerges in all its splendor and power.
What sweet hugs, what bath of love, what warmth, what delight. They fit together as two pieces of a puzzle that have finally been united and Dylan is no longer alone and frightened and subjugated. In being Tommy's sub, Dylan finds his value and worth and meaning. There is no subjugation here. Perhaps that is not true for other subs or slaves, but it is Dylan's truth and Tommy's great joy, Tommy, who gave Dylan the most intense whipping of his life last night, knowing how much Dylan needed it and how Dylan begged for it. And now, Dylan's soreness and tenderness continually reminds him that he can trust his lover so much that he can allow himself to be so vulnerable, filled with love and trust. And every time he gazes on his lover's face, he sees the exquisite amount of caring that Tommy sheds on him and he realizes that there is no better life for him than to simply be Tommy's slave.
It is important to note that dylan's slave identity is only real because of Tommy and all that Tommy has meant for him. dylan knows that he could never simply go to a club or on line and advance himself as a slave. To the outside world, dylan is most certainly not a slave. But for Tommy . . . . well, there is no limit. And that is only true because dylan knows he can trust Tommy with his life if the fullest sense of the word. Showers finished, they head to the kitchen for breakfast. Tommy says he will fix breakfast. When Dylan goes to sit in his chair, as soon as his ass touches the seat, he jumps up and yelps. "Too sore to sit, boy?"
"Yes, Sir." Tommy points to the cushion alongside his own seat. Dylan smiles and heads over there, on his knees sitting back a bit. Safe position.
Tommy puts orange juice in a sippy cup and brings it over to his boy who takes it with an impish smile on his face. "practice sucking, sweetheart," he suggests. Dylan sinks into his role, totally dependent on the awesome guy fixing pancakes and sausages. Cooking finished, Tommy fixes a single plate piled high with pancakes and pieces of sausage. He pours his own coffee and brings things to his seat, ruffling Dylan's hair as he sits.
One forkful of pancake for him, then one forkful offered to Dylan, who eats it off Tommy's fork. The entire meal is eaten this way until, satisfied, Dylan lays his head on Tommy's thigh and strokes his leg.
"Coffee, boy?" "Please, Sir. I finished my juice." "Good boy. Why don't you stand up now like a big boy and go fix your coffee?" "Yes, Sir," answers Dylan, eager for a hit of caffeine.
Tommy takes a phone call from the caterer while Dylan clears the table and rinses the dishes for the dishwasher. He washes the frying pans by hand. Tommy, by now off the phone, comes over to dry the pans, touching his shoulder to Dylan's.
"We told the guys to be here by 6:30, so I asked the caterers to come at 5:30 to set up. It won't take them long. And I think we'll call for the pizza about 6:15. That way the guys can enjoy the snacks I've ordered and then have their pizza. What do you think, pup?"
"Sounds good, baby. I think the guys will be pleased and we will all have a good time."
"Tommy, will I be naked?"
"NO! Not with your bottom all marked up. I have clothes in mind for you to wear. If there are any strip downs tonight, it will be to underpants only, at least for you. But eventually, you'll take off your shirt." . . . . . .
Tommy goes inside to watch a movie. He has a kinky thought, so takes off his boxer-shorts and lies naked on the couch to watch. "Hey Dylan!" Dylan walks into the room and smiles to see Tommy on the couch. "Why don't you get over here and suck my cock for a while?" Dylan, eager to obey, rushes over to the couch. "Lie between my legs, on your tummy." Awesome. Dylan lowers his head to Tommy's crotch. "Suck, lick, nibble, whatever, but don't make me cum. I just want you to make me feel good." Dylan's heart throbs at the way Tommy is talking to him. He begins to lick Tommy's balls and moans his contentment. "Such a little slut! Look at you go! My own personal sleaze-ball pervert! Addicted to my cock!" Dylan is shivering in delight at Tommy's name-calling. Note: the boys have agreed that Fag of Faggot will not be used.
It is true that dylan is addicted to Tommy's cock. It is the perfect size and perfect shape for him. When Tommy forces it all the way down dylan's throat, it pokes just beyond his gag reflex, and dylan can hold him there for ever-increasing amounts of time.
But this is not the time for that. this is the time for just gentle play. Dylan gets to enjoy being right there to observe Tommy's member from going from soft to raging hard while he licked it. He wouldn't suck it too deeply because Tommy didn't want to cum and that always puts him right over the edge. Dylan is pleased to realize that he has become an expert on Tommy's cock. Now Tommy is running his hands through dylan's hair again, liking the way it feels. He takes some of dylan's hair and wraps it around the tip of his dick. Dylan moves his head so that all of his hair is available for Tommy. Dylan yearns to find more and more ways to worship this special boy he has grown up with almost all of his life, this special man he is soon going to marry so they will never be separated, his lover, his Dom, his Master that he always obeys and surrenders to.
"Dylan" whispers Tommy, who raises his arm over his head to show Dylan his pit. "Look what I have for you up here!" He helps Dylan slide up his body so he can bury his face in Tommy's pit, licking and sucking the hair there. "Nipples," says Tommy, who has just begun to learn how much pleasure he can get there. He closes his eyes and moans, his hand down on the back of dylan's neck while Dylan sucks his nipple as if it is a cock, then lightly nibbles. Tommy tries to decide whether or not to send Dylan to his feet . . . but no, he wants Dylan's body to be close to his like it is now.
"Rest now, boy." " Yes, Sir. I love you, Sir." Dylan lays his cheek on Tommy's chest.
"I love you, Dylan. I own you, baby. You are mine forever!"
Dylan sometimes has trouble believing that all this has actually happened. Better than anything he ever could have dreamed up. Tommy's phone rings.
"Hello? Oh, hey, Mike. How's it going? We're just chilling here. We have some friends coming over tonight. . . . oh really . . . um, sure! I'm sure I can find some use for it. . . . . 2 o'clock? sure. that's fine. . . . . . Eddie? . . . . . . oh, someone who you hope becomes more permanent. . . . well, then, dude, . . . you got some things to learn from me, too, you know . . . . laughter . . . sure. bring him over. Maybe I'll give you a demonstration. hell yes! Ok. 2 o'clock. Later, cuz." Tommy strokes dylan's head and tells him what's up. "Mike just got a new set of furniture and he wants to give us a spanking bench he has. I said yes. So he's coming over with it at 2 and bringing Evan with him to see how we interact with each other. He wants me to show him how to be more affectionate."
"oh, that is what the `demonstration' is all about?"
Tommy smiles. "You got it, baby. I wanna do it. Could get real interesting."
Dylan kisses his chest. "You own me, baby."
"don't I know it!"
Dylan gets pensive. "Honey, it turns me on when I find out that you've made plans or other decisions about us and I just go along with whatever it is because I love submitting to you so much. Like what just happened." Tommy goes a little further. "And because you know that I am always thinking about you in such cases, about what would be good for you and maybe fun too."
Dylan jumps up and sits on the couch, then moves to his side cause it hurt his ass.
"Sweetheart, you've been doing this since we were little kids. Didn't you realize it?"
"no . . . well . . . yeah, I guess so . . . but I was always looking out for you, especially when you were anxious."
"Yes, sweetheart, and for me, life was a constant worry. and fear. but with you, I didn't have to worry I was safe and you always had the best . . . um . . . decisions . . . . and all I could do was just relax and go with you wherever it was. And besides, I don't think I would ever not do what you asked me to."
"So . . ?"
"So, we are a perfect fit!" Tommy smacks Dylan slightly on the ass. "OUCH" Dylan yells, "sore, remember?" Tommy answers in his "strict" voice, "I did that on purpose, pal." Dylan "ulp". Tommy goes into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He comes back, sits down, and tells Dylan, "Come kneel here between my legs so I can keep my eyes on you?" When Dylan kneels, Tommy opens the bottle of water and feeds some of it to Dylan. They spill a bit. Then Tommy gets a better idea. He tells Dylan, "Put your head higher; get ready to kiss me." Then HE takes a drink of the water, goes to kiss Dylan, and lets it all pour down into his mouth. And so that is the way that they share a bottle together. Cousin Mike would say, "Sure. That's the way you make sure the slave knows its place." Tommy thinks about that and realizes that to some extent, that notion is actually playing itself around in the back of his mind. But instead of agreeing with Mike completely, he says to him,
"Couz'n Mike, that boy has known his place for just about 13 years now. And stop with the `it' shit when you're speaking about Dylan." Dylan thinks, "so basically, if I'm not mistaken, Mike has suddenly taken an interest on what things are like on OUR side of things."
"Exactly, smarty." Tommy smiles and messes up his hair.
"So are we going to do some kind of demonstration?"
"No. We're just going to be the way we are. So don't worry, pup. No worries, right? All you have to do is what you always do. No lectures or explanations or anything like that unless they ask. Understand?"
"so if I want to explain something to them?"
"Then you have find a way to explain it through me, by the way you act with me, and by how much in love we both are. That is KEY, I think."
"wow. There's such a huge difference."
"What difference?"
"Between us and them. They just met a couple weeks ago, and we've been friends for 13 years, and always with an innocent dom/sub way before we finally realized we wanted to be sexual with each other."
"Not `wanted,' baby. "Needed." Dylan rubs his head into Tommy's belly.
"Yes, Tommy. Needed. With everything within me."
"I love you, Dylan. Let's just take a 15 minute rest and then get ready for Mike and his sub"'
Dylan crawls back up on the couch but can't get comfortable. Tommy gets up and takes Dylan by the hand and leads him into the bedroom and they get on the bed.
Dylan lies on his side facing Tommy.
"would you like me to put some more e-cream on your skin, Dylan?"
"thanks but no, that's okay. I'm just sore now. Just the way I wanted to be." Dylan kisses tommy's hand. - - - - - -
Mike backs his truck up the driveway. He and a twinkish blond-haired guy get out. They lift the stool from the truck and walk it over to the door. Tommy opens the door for them and shows them where to put it in the corner of their room.
Once they get it in place, Tommy thanks them both and promises that he will make good use of it the next time dylan begs for a spanking. "He actually begs for it?" asks Evan. dylan looks to Tommy for permission to answer Evan's question. Tommy nods.
"I beg Tommy for a lot of things, Evan, mostly because he really likes it when I do that. But I never play make believe. If I ask for something, it is because I trust Tommy so much and because I really want it."
"How do you know what to ask for?"
"It comes from inside me, Evan. But don't forget that we've been best friends since we were little boys. We've grown up together. And over the years, I discovered that there were things I wished for with him that I thought I could never ask for. But now, that's all changed, and I find that desires are coming up a lot, and they are very strong."
"Could you give me a couple of examples, dylan? I hope it's okay to ask you questions like this."
"Of course it is," answers Tommy. "Ask away to either of us. We are happy to share our relationship with you if it will help you discover what you've got going on inside."
"So, dylan," asks Evan, "what can you tell me?"
"For one thing, I like being naked for Tommy. It's a nice feeling being the naked boy while Tommy still has his clothes on. It's humiliating in a sweet sort of way, and I crave the gentle humiliation that goes along with the way we interact. And Tommy really likes looking at me when I am stripped for him."
"dylan, strip now, down to your boxers," says Tommy, and so dylan slowly pulls off his t-shirt. He is already barefoot. He pulls down his pants, looking deeply into Tommy's eyes."
Mike points something out to Evan. "Notice how dylan, as Tommy's sub, locks his eyes to Tommy as he obeys Tommy's command to strip." Evan answers him, "but you always prefer that I keep my eyes lowered as a sign of my submission. I like doing that for you."
Mike strokes Evan's hair. "and you are becoming a good sub, Evan. But I'm thinking that eye contact might be a good thing from time to time. In the past I used to think a sub of slave was unworthy to look into my eyes, but when I see the energy that flows from Tommy to his sub, It is causing me to rethink some things. But unless you hear differently, I also expect your eyes to be lowered and not looking around or you will be punished."
"Yes, Sir," answers Evan, slipping into an obedience that he is discovering is bringing him a sense of peace and even joy.
"Tommy's eyes give me strength," says dylan. "they always have.
Especially now since neither of has to hide our love for each other. It's as if I drink from Tommy's eyes. Lover, protector, awesome Master, all of that. And for me personally, it is how I feel most safe. it's always been like that."
They all go to the door where the boy is kneeling and looking nervous. Numerous marks and welts are on his torso and his ass. Tommy touches dylan's shoulder and Dylan realizes Tommy wants him to kneel down in front of the boy. Then Tommy does something unexpected: HE kneels down as well and speak calmly to the frightened boy: "Hello. My name is Tommy and this is my lover and dub, Dylan. You may call us by our names if you are allowed to speak. Welcome to our home. I know you are nervous, but nothing bad or unexpected is going to happen to you here.
Mike looks at the boy and says, "explain why we're here, boy." The boy looks into Tommy's eyes and says, "Master Mike has been telling me about the way you are together and it sounded nice so I begged him to bring us over here so we could see for ourselves and maybe get some ideas." Mike takes over, "what he needs to say but is afraid to say is that I want to find out more about the way you are with Dylan, that I need some smoothing around the edges, you might say." the boy lowers his eyes.
Tommy stands up and says to Mike, "Can I ask him a question and have him answer me honestly?"
"Depends on what you want to ask."
"How old is he? Is he legal?"
The boy makes a little grunt. "Tell him," says Mike. "I know I look like I'm 16, but I'm actually 22, Sir."
Tommy asks Mike if he'd prefer coffee, water or wine. Mike wants coffee so they go into the kitchen to get it. Tommy tells Dylan to stay with his guest and maybe get to know him a little better.
Dylan speaks very quietly, "I really want to know if you're okay."
"yes, I am, but I'm not positive yet about this working out."
"Can you tell me why?"
"I'm looking for a dom or Master, but . . ."
"I won't repeat anything you tell me. But what?"
"But I don't want to be treated like a thing or a piece of dirt. Mi---I mean, Master Mike knows all the kinky moves and he's good at it, but he doesn't really understand how to . . . , but something is changing. I feel like he is trying his upmost to build a softer relationship with me. So I'm filled with hope. And he has backed off on a lot of bdsm activities for the time being. Says he wants to introduce me to things slowly, and only when I'm ready or ask for something."
"Say no more. That's very good news you're telling me. Maybe there is some hope."
"for myself, I'm hoping to just see that it IS possible to find what I'm looking for. Like, I can't believe that Tommy knelt down here just to help me calm down. Master Mike doesn't pick up on things like that. And for him, I'm hoping he'll get some better ideas. I need to see if there is a kind person somewhere in there. Can a dom be kind and still be effective?"
Dylan turns around. "Look at my ass." He pulls down his boxers and shows Evan his ass.
"Wow."
"I asked him to do that to me. It's the most he's ever spanked or whipped me."
"Why did you ask? Is it ok to ask that?"
"sure. You can ask anything you want. We are having some guests from our school tonight, all guys we were on the swim team with. They all know we're together, but only a couple of then know about the bdsm stuff. So there will be no fireworks tonight! Anyway, I wanted to be sore tonight so that I could remember that I belong to Tommy."
"Like a good slave?"
"well, sometimes, but our relationship is more fluid than that right now. We slip into an out of roles. Sometimes he's my boyfriend. Sometimes he's my Dom. Sometimes he's my Daddy. And sometimes he's my Master. I love all of it. And a lot of it is very new between us. The guys coming tonight are all our friends, mostly from the swim team. They all know we are a couple now, but most of them do not know about the BDSM stuff and I don't know how they would handle it. That's why my collar can easily be seen as just a beautiful piece of jewelry and not a sign that I belong to Tommy totally. So I don't really want to be like a slave tonight, I just want to be me, and in love with Tommy, and my sore ass will keep reminding me of "our secret'" dylan giggles.
Tommy comes back in the room holding a sippy cup. "Dylan, stand up, sweetheart." Dylan stands. Tommy hands him the cup. "I fixed your coffee for you exactly the way you like it. Real creamy and sweet. Like you." Dylan takes the cup and Tommy messes up his hair. Mike comes in with a beer and goes over to the boy. "Put your head back and open your mouth!" the boy obeys. Mike dribbles beer into the boy's mouth. The boy is surprised and ends up spilling some. Dylan gets a cloth from the bedroom and helps the boy wipe up what he spilled. Mike looks annoyed.
Dylan looks to Tommy and Tommy nods. Dylan speaks to the boy. "Did you know he was going to do that?"
"No," the boy says, near tears.
"Do you think you can take some more without making a mess out of yourself? Or should I take my belt off!" the boy quickly answers, "yes, Sir. I'll be good." And so Mike takes more beer and repeats the action. This time the boys swallows it all.
Dylan cries out, "I love it when Tommy does that for me! But he always warns me." Point made.
Mike nods.
Tommy goes over to sit on the couch and says, "Dylan why don't you come over here and kneel before me? Take off your boxers and get naked before us. Then open my pants and take out your favorite cock." Dylan strips completely and goes to Tommy. Tommy stands up and helps him work down his pants. "Good boy. Now do what you did before. Get me hard and make me feel good, but don't make me cum." Dylan goes right to it.
Tommy speaks, "Evan, come over and get a closer look at how good my sweetheart is servicing me like a well-behaved slaveboy."
Evan looks to Mike. "do anything and everything he tells you." He goes to the couch and watches. Dylan does what he always does, really loving the fact that Tommy is showing him off.
Mike looks at dylan's ass. Damn, cuz, I didn't think you had it in you to whup that critter's ass the way you did. Good job, cuz! Did you get him to the point where he needed to use a safe word?
Tommy answers, "No. he asked for what he needed and I let him take a good thrashing. I went as far as I was willing to go. He was starting to cry, so i ended it and held him in my arms while he drank in all the pain. I'm finding out that I have to make the decision about limits, because my boyfriend has become quite the pain pig and I don't want him hurting all the time. Dylan, you're making me feel so good, baby, but stop now and finish drinking your coffee." He holds out the cup and Dylan gratefully takes it from him, kissing his hands as he does. Dylan drinks his coffee while still kneeling. Tommy tells him to stand up and then helps him up and stands next to him with his arm around his neck, toying with his nipple.
Evan keeps staring at dylan's cage. Mike says to him, "not long, boy, before you'll be locked in like that if I get my way." Evan makes a face. "does it hurt?" he asks Dylan?
"No. A little uncomfortable at first, especially the first night! But I'm used to it now for the most part. I resist sometimes, but Tommy helps me settle in to it."
"How does he help you?" "By being so sweet to me and by talking to me in ways that get me really turned on."
Tommy take over. "I felt like I wanted to be the one to decide when Dylan could cum, to be totally in charge of his dick in the most personal way ever. Mike suggested a cage and so we went out and I picked out the one that would fit him best. I'm in love with him, but also I own him. Mine." and he ruffles dylan's hair more. He notices that Evan has gotten hard. He points to it. "I see that talk got you turned on, boy. Mike, maybe he'll soon be ready."
Dylan starts speaking again. "I love that I'm Tommy's boy, and I love that he has control over me, because I love him so much and I trust him so much. And besides, when we're together and I'm caged, it makes things so much easier for me. There is only one cock here that matters and I give it all my attention. Besides, Tommy sometimes makes me cum even when I'm locked up" Dylan smiles at Tommy and kisses his cheek.
Evan, still turned on, is very interested. And dripping. Dylan scoops it up in his fingers. Tommy says, "Baby, go wash your hands."
Mike says, "I was hoping you'd make your slave clean off the head of the boy's dick."
"Dylan's mouth and tongue are only for me. Besides, I don't know this boy at all, or if he's safe or healthy. But nonetheless, I don't think I'd ever make Dylan do anything sexual with anyone else. He's too important to me for that to happen."
Dylan comes back bringing a warm cloth for Evan. Evan gratefully takes it because he is very embarrassed. Meanwhile, Mike has gone into the kitchen and comes back with a couple of ice cubes, goes over to Evan and rubs the cubes on his dick. "Get that fucking thing down, boy."
At Tommy's nod, Dylan goes over to help the boy.
END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
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