Tommy Loves His Sub

Chapter 29. Conversations

Tommy gestures to Mike to go into the kitchen. Conversation between Tommy and Mike:

"Cuz, there's a difference between being a Master or Dom, and just being a bully. Drinking from your mouth? Is that something you two agreed on beforehand? "I'd never do anything with Dylan that he didn't know about beforehand."

"But you could, dude. That boy's so fucking in love with you that you have total power over him. There's nothing he wouldn't do for you. There's nothing he wouldn't take for you.

"I know, but it doesn't work that way. Besides, you should know this: the sub has all the power. The sub sets the limits. And besides that, don't forget that I'm in love with him as much as he is in love with me. I take care of him. Anything I do with him is something that gives him pleasure and joy. I want him to be happy as a sub, as a slave and as my lover and future husband."

"It's taken you two 13 years to get that far. I can't do that in two weeks."

"No, but get this, Mike: fake it till you make it. When you're working with a sub or slave, you have to drum up the feeling that you ARE in love with him. Then you'll naturally do the right thing. You gotta treat a sub like a puppy, not like a piece of property or a worthless faggot, dude. You were also so gentle, so careful with your puppy—I remember. And if it did something wrong, you corrected it well. You didn't kick it in the balls."

"Well I don't know about this bitch. And oh, I forgot to let you know. For work, he cleans houses. Good work for a slave, if you ask me. And, in fact, there are a couple of clients he has who he works for in the nude. A naked houseboy. I'm trying to get him more contacts like that. It will be good for his training."

"And that is something he likes, something he agrees to?"

"Damn right. It turns him on like mad. And the guys he works for, well they could do anything they want to him. One of them fucks him after he cleans the house. Another one spanks him before he starts working to put him into the right mood. He digs all of that. So if you ever need a housekeeper, give him a call. Here's his number---he enters it into tommy's phone---your own naked houseboy slave."

"Well, we probably could use some help from time to time. But not naked. We'd treat him good. He needs that too, you know."

"I guess I have to learn more about what he needs."

"Let him relax with you and then talk to him. Communication, dude. That's what it's all about. And I'll keep the house-cleaning thing in mind."

"you know, you might think this is extreme, but he really gets into being slapped in the face. I won't do it here; I don't want to frighten Dylan."

"Thanks for that. Good thinking. And please, tell him that we'll be calling, sometime soon, in fact. A lot of guys are probably going to stay over tonight after the party. there will be a lot of work to be done."

`I'll tell him and have him call you tomorrow. Maybe around noon. He's not staying over with me tonight."

"keep in mind what I'm telling you. Fall in love with your subs. And come by anytime for more of a sense of what we have going on. But get yourself out now; I want to fuck dylan before the party begins."

"that's the spirit, dude. Glad to hear it. Glad to hear you talk like that."

Dylan and Evan talk:

"Did you get turned on by what he just did?" asks Dylan.

"He lashes out a lot and it hurts me. I thought I wanted to be hurt a lot by a Master, but . . "

". . . but there's good hurt and bad hurt. That was bad hurt."

"Exactly. Does Tommy ever bad hurt you?"

"never"

"You too seem to love each other so much. And when you were servicing him, it looked to me like you were worshipping him."

"I was. I always worship Tommy. Always have. But don't compare yourself to us. Or you and Mike. You two have only known each other for a couple weeks, right?" "two." "But you see, me and Tommy have been best friends since we were 8 years old. It's a long story, for another time maybe. Do you want to give me your phone number?"

"I don't know if I'm allowed. He's taken my cell phone away from me."

"But you're not living with him already, are you?"

"Well, no, but I won't get it back until I leave there today." Dylan take a piece of paper, writes his number on it, and then goes over to Evan's clothes and sticks the paper in his pants pocket.

"so when you get It back, now, you can call me. Anytime."

"wow, man, thanks so much."

"Listen, Evan. If things don't work out, if you don't find yourself just dying to serve him and be his slave as he defines it, back away. Most guys do with him, to tell you the truth."

"We'll see. I wonder if this visit will end up doing any good."

"Well, Tommy and Mike are close and they talk to each other all the time. Tommy's been trying to get through to him, and the fact that he even brought you over here today shows some sign of hope." Tommy and Mike come out of the kitchen. Mike says, "Evan, we're leaving, put on your underpants and carry the rest out to the truck. you can blow me while I'm driving home. All this stuff has gotten me horny."

"Yes Master," and Evan rushes to his clothes, digs out his underpants and puts them on. Picks up the rest and waits. Mike pushes open the door and then pushes Evan out into the yard. They say goodbye and he heads on out. he gets in the truck and immediately slaps Evan across the face a couple of times and then pushes his face down into his lap.

"Wow" says Tommy. "Mike told me that it turns Evan on to get slapped across the face."

Dylan hugs tommy. "I think that Evan is rethinking what his limits and desires might be. for some reason he's hanging in for now, but how long I don't know."

Tommy, "it's going to be a very steep learning curve for Mike. I hope Evan can survive it if he continues to submit to Mike the way he is now. But Mike told me that he's taking him to a bdsm club next weekend. Maybe he'll see more people setting a good example. Of course, I have no idea what I'm talking about, never having been to one of those places. Oh, and by the way, Mike told me that Evan works cleaning houses. In fact, sometimes he even works as a naked houseboy. I told him we might need some work done after the party. He'll call us tomorrow. But he's not working here naked. I draw the line. If he comes, we'll treat him good."

"Sure. I think the boy needs some sweet treatment. Evan thought he wanted it rough. But there's a difference between rough and gruff." Tommy smooches Dylan behind is ear, "Does my cute little slave want me to get a little rougher with him? Does he want me to take out my belt? he says that in a gruff voice.

"Honey, you can get as rough with me as you ever want, because I know you'll never be able to be rougher than I can handle."

"You got it, dude. But speaking of rough: go take a Fleets. I want to fuck you before the party. Hard and fast with you not cumming."

"Yes, Master." Dylan goes to take care of things. Tommy fixes the bed and gets out the lube. Lays out on his back toying with his hard prick. he decides that Dylan is going to ride him for the first time. Will be better, considering how sore he is. And a good time was had by all. Where were we? Oh, yes. Dylan riding Tommy. Tommy slamming his cock up hard and fast and furious, causing Dylan to bounce even harder. He kept his eyes on his Master who was claiming him in this new way. Tommy looked so freaking hot! Dylan squeezed himself to give Tommy more pleasure.

Finally, with a great shout, Tommy shot his load into his lover's body. They stayed there motionless until they could feel Tommy slip out, now soft and slippery. Dylan immediately got up off the bed and kneeled down over Tommy, trying to get his mouth over to Tommy's dick to clean him off.

Tommy looked horrified. "NO! Baby, stop!" He put his hand under Dylan's chin to lift his mouth up and away from his dick. "Very unhealthy, dylan. You'd be eating your own ass juices and I hate to think what the content of those juices might be, no matter how well you cleaned yourself out."

Dylan shudders, thinking of the picture Tommy just created. Tommy tells him to go into the bathroom and get on the floor, ass raised. "I want to see what your hole looks like after I fuck you," he says. This makes Dylan shudder with submissiveness.

Tommy enters the bathroom and gets down on his knees to take a close look at the part of dylan's body that no one else (except a doctor) will ever see or have access to. He touches it. "Mine." Dylan trembles. "Looks so nice, so open for me, sweetheart." "It was made for you, Tommy," Dylan answers.

"I'm gonna give you a big cleaning out." He takes the enema bag and fills it with warm water. "don't forget to hold it all in, boy." "Yes, Sir. I am yours."

"I want you clean. I don't want anything dripping out of you tonight," Tommy says as he fills Dylan with the warm water. Dylan groans when he feels a cramp coming on. All par for the course. Finally he's filled.

"Kneel up, boy." Tommy hands him a soapy wet washcloth and Dylan uses it to cleans he lover's dick of his ass juices and whatever else may be on it. "thank you, Tommy, for looking out for me about this. I never gave it any thought. I just wanted to service you good."

"Have you ever done that before? Cleaned someone's cock with your mouth after being fucked?"

"No, baby. It only happened to me once and it hurt so much that I was in no mood to do anything except get out of that guy's apartment. It's totally different the way you prepared me and take care of me. I love it when you fuck me now, sweetheart. All for you." Dylan grunts, feeling a cramp. `Just a minute or two more, boy. then you can let loose. Tommy is hard again because of the way Dylan lovingly cleaned him off. Good. He can shove it into dylan's mouth as he lets go of what's inside him.

"Tommy, I can't . . . ." Tommy quickly helps him up and unto the bowl and the shoves his dick into dylan's mouth. "Baby I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you." Dylan giggles, liking this so much, as he lets go. That completed, Tommy uses the washcloth to clean his boy's hole and once they're sure he's empty and nothing is left in there, lets Dylan suck his cock a while longer. He thinks out loud: "I'm wondering if I should plug you tonight. I wonder if you would be able to keep it in you. Maybe the larger plug designed to stay in you."

"I'm yours. Do what you want with me, Sir." "Yeah, let's try it." He goes inside to get the plug and some lube. "Back on the floor, dyl." Dylan gets into position and Tommy slowly inserts the plug, feeling it when it gets past his sphincter. Dylan moans loudly. "OMG! You'll be fucking me all during the party. I'm gonna lose my mind."

Tommy helps him stand up and waits to see what happens. So far, so good. "go put on a pair of underpants, boy. See how it feels." Dylan walks a little funny as he goes to the bureau, puts on the pants and then walks over to tommy and throws his arms up around Tommy's neck.

"I love you so damn much, dude. I love the way you possess me. So real."

"So cherished, sweet one." Tommy kisses him on the forehead. "You understand, baby, that whenever I kiss your forehead it means that I love you and I own you and you are my sub. Mine." `Yes, Tommy. What I have always wanted from you. Even when I didn't know the words to use. I remember the first time you ever kissed me there."

"When was that?" "Fifth grade. I was in a bad mood because of shit that had gone down at home. I really believed I was just a little worthless shit, a bother to everyone. During recess I hid in the boys' room and wouldn't go outside."

"Yes, now I remember. For some reason I had lost track of you. You looked terrible that day. I looked all around and ran to Mr. Higgins our teacher and practically cried to him, "I can't find Dylan anywhere!" He came with me into the classroom to look. No Dylan. He told me to check the bathroom and I went in and you were hiding in a stall with the door locked. I begged you to open the door. "go away!" you shouted. "I can't be your friend. I'm no good for you. I'll drag you down!" you were crying. I couldn't get you to open the door, so I slid on the floor underneath the door and then stood up. "I'll drag you down!" you kept crying. "that's not true! Who told you that?" "Tony," you cried. "Dylan, Tony lied to you. You're not going to drag me down; I'm gonna lift you up! High! High above all those bums!" You looked at me with your big puppy-dog eyes and my heart melted. "You sure?" "Of course I'm sure. Have I ever steered you wrong, dylan. Come on. Take my hand and let me help you up off the floor."

"I remember that. I remember holding your hand so tight, like I was afraid you'd change your mind and run away from me. I stood up and you opened the door and when we left the stall, Mr. Higgins was standing there. He gave you his very own handkerchief and you wiped my face and my nose. Mr. Higgins said to me, "Tommy is your best friend, dylan. He'll never hurt you." And you said, "And I'll never leave you alone, dylan." And then . . . . OMG I couldn't believe it, even with Mr. Higgins standing there watching, you told me to close my eyes, and you kissed me on the forehead!"

"Yeah, it just came over me to do that. It was like I made you a solemn promise."

"And you've never ever broken that promise, Tommy. I love you so much." And then Mr. Higgins had us go sit in the nurse's office, and she tried to find out what was wrong, but I wouldn't say anything. She told you to leave the room but I started crying again. "Tommy, Tommy, I want Tommy here," you cried, and the nurse helped you calm me down."

I asked her to call my mother and she did. She explained that she had a situation here and I asked her to call. Finally, she let me have the phone, and I just said, "Mom. I'm here with Dylan and he's been crying. Can you come and get us?"

I remember there was a hassle because she wasn't authorized to take me away from the school, but somehow it got settled and when she got there we both left and she took us home—well, to your house. But all that time it was like I could feel you kissing me, and it made me feel so good. Tommy muses, "Hmmm, I wonder how my Mom managed to get permission to take you home with me? I'll have to ask her one of these days. But enough about that. How does it feel with the plug?"

"Hot. Like you're in me. All the time."

"Do you think you'll be able to hold it in?"

"won't know until we try it."

"Well if at any time you feel it might slip out, just come in here and take it out. don't wait for me to give you permission."

"Okay, Sir. I sure hope I can hold you inside me all night."

"I wish I could really be inside you all night, but I don't want to scare away our friends."

"I know. Only Peter really knows the whole scene. Phil and Doug too, I guess."

Tommy decides it's time to get Dylan dressed. He already has his underpants on. Tommy gets him a pair of black sweats cause they'd be easier on his tender ass. White socks, and then the "Property of .." t-shirt. He kisses him again on the forehead. Dylan slips into "little boy" mode. "Me thirsty, Daddy."

"come with me, baby." Tommy takes him by the hand into the kitchen and puts some apple juice into his sippy cup. "Drink this, baby, but not too fast." He messes with Dylan's hair.

The door bell rings. The caterers are here. Tommy goes to greet them. Dylan goes into the bedroom with his apple juice and lies on the bed, playing over in his head the scene they just described. He calls Momma on the phone.

"Dylan! What a nice surprise to hear from you. What's up, sweetheart." everyone in Tommy's family is always calling him sweetheart and he loves it.

"Tommy and I were reminiscing about something that happened in fifth grade. Do you remember when I was having a real hard day and Tommy asked you to pick us up early from school, but you couldn't legally take me out of the school without authorization.?"

"Yes, in fact, I do. It was very quickly solved. I called my lawyer. He called your mother and made a couple of threats. She called the school and had my name added to the list. The whole thing took about 10 minutes, if I remember correctly. And that was that. I was now authorized to come rescue you whenever it was needed. And your mother was given notice that we were aware that something dark and nasty was going on in that house."

"How come you never turned them in if you suspected so much?"

"Well, for one thing, you always begged us never to say anything. You were too scared of the repercussions. And secondly, if we had reported them there was a good possibility that you would just be put into the system, and that could have made things even worse for you. There's more that happened, but let's not talk about it over the phone. Let's wait until we're all together."

"Okay, Momma. So we're having a little party tonight. All friends from the swim team and a couple others as well."

"Alcohol?"

"For some, maybe, but we already told them all that anyone who drinks has to stay over here tonight."

"Good. I'm glad you two are so wise about things. Puts my mind at ease." Tommy comes into the bedroom. "Wanna say hi to your other son?"

"sure." Dylan hands the phone to Tommy.

"Hey, Mom. Getting ready for a little "housewarming" party. yes . . . . he was remembering that incident because that was the first time I ever kissed him on the forehead---even when we were only 10 years old. . . . . laughter . . . It was perfectly innocent at the time, Mom. of course. . . . . chuckles . . . that's right. Signs of things to come. Hey, I wonder if Mr. Higgins is still teaching at that school. . . . would you? That would be great. Maybe we can invite him to the wedding. . . . wow! I wish we could invite all the teachers we've had to come. . . . you will? . . . . o that's fabulous!. . . . okay. thanks. Mom, I gotta go. love you. talk again soon, okay? bye."

"Mom sends you a big hug."

Dylan smiles and sits on the side of the bed. Grimaces a little."

"Still too sore to sit down?"

"It's okay. I wanna feel the soreness, Master. Reminds me that you own me., Especially with this shirt on."

As Sure as I'm Standing Here plays on the sound system. Tommy takes Dylan by the hand and they dance together, snuggled against each other. Tommy sings into dylan's ear quietly. Dylan hugs tightly. Dylan slips into a special space he has never discovered before. A space where he is tenderly loved, and safe, and protected all his life by a buff angel sent to him as a guardian and a love. His eyes are closed and his breathing slows down and he is folded in Tommy's arms, so cared for, so never alone, so safe, and he feels like his whole body is shimmering with gold vibes.

The song ends but the boys don't move. Dylan becomes aware of where he is and kisses Tommy on the neck.

"Where did you go, pup? You were away for a while there."

"hard to describe. it wasn't sub space. it was so nice, so filled with you being an angel in my life and I was so very safe and warm and protected and loved and would be forever and I was giving off golden vibes."

"I felt those vibes, my love." Tommy reaches around to touch the back of the plug and he jiggles it a bit. That makes Dylan stand up on his toes and giggle. "Come and see all the nice food, pup." Dylan follows him into the dining room. What a wonderful sight! Dylan reaches for a piece of cheese but Tommy grabs hold of his wrist and makes him put it down. Dylan looks at him quizzingly.

"Okay, boy, listen to me: Anything you eat will come from my hand. Anything you drink will come from my mouth. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir. Makes a lot of sense, considering." Tommy smiles at him and feeds him a piece of cheese.

The doorbell rings. It is time for the party to begin.They've invited Phil, Doug, Marvin, Peter, Andrew, Sammy, sophomores George and Bob (who might possibly be a couple) and Frank.

Doug and Phil are the first to arrive, about half an hour before the others. Tommy planned it that way without letting Dylan know. Kind of a surprise. They got a quick tour of the house and put their stuff upstairs where there are three bedrooms with private baths. They elected to room together. King beds in each room.

They took a look at the spread in the dining room and were really impressed with it, and filled plates with good things. Tommy suggested that they sit in the kitchen because he had something to discuss with them. Tommy put a few things on a plate as well, things he know Dylan enjoyed. The guys had brought two 12 packs of beer and a wrapped housewarming gift. The three of them had beers, Dylan had nothing as per Tommy's rule for the evening.

When they sat down, Tommy took something from his place and put it in dylan's mouth. Phil said, "Ok, what's going on? What game are you two playing tonight? I'm surprised Dylan isn't naked." Tommy said, "it's very simple: something we do a lot. Dylan eats from my fingers and drinks from my mouth. That's all." Doug cracks up. "Kinky!" To prove the point, Tommy takes a mouthful of beer and kisses it into dylan's mouth. Phil wonders, "how are you going to pull that off with all the other guys here? Are you going to give your Dom/sub scene away to everyone?"

Tommy answers, "I'm not really concerned. Anyone who would be turned off by it isn't here, that's for sure. I want to play with my boy during the party. And in case you didn't realize, it looks like there are two couples of guys who are somewhat together. We'll set a good example for them. Besides, if Dylan gets thirsty and we can't pull it off, we can always go into the bedroom for a minute. Besides, Dylan gets off on being restricted. But enough of that for now. We've got something really important to ask you."

Phil, "what's up?"

Tommy nods to Dylan. Dylan starts, "we're kind of hoping that for the wedding, you two would serve as our best men?" Doug looks at Phil: "Sure, guys, we'd be honored. What do you need us to do?"

Tommy continues, "Basically nothing other than be part of the ceremony itself as it is planned by the planner we hired. So you'd just need to be there earlier in the day for a rehearsal. We will buy you tuxedos to wear, so you'll have them to keep—they can always come in handy. You should go for a fitting next week because they'll be tailor made." "and probably expensive as hell," notes Phil.

"Don't worry about that, dude. We're doing this over the top and we have generous funding. But you two have been the most supportive for us over the past several months and we want to show you how much we appreciate it. And apart from the fitting and the rehearsal, that's all you need to do. We don't really want a bachelor party—it's not really a gay thing at this time."

"about the house, honey" notes Dylan. "Oh yeah that's right. One other thing. We will be spending our wedding night at our parents' since the whole shebang is there anyway. We wanted to ask you to come back here afterwards so the house is safe. We're a little worried about dylan's brothers getting wind of it all and starting some trouble. That's why WE'RE not coming back here, so they can't follow us. You can use the rooms upstairs and, if you want, bring your dates over as well."

"This is sounding pretty good," says Phil. A romantic night alone in the house with Donna. Hmmmm..." "And you think she'll agree? asks Doug. "Oh I know for sure. We were talking about getting a room somewhere anyway for after the wedding." Doug gives him a "thumbs up!"

Doug cuts in: "before everyone else arrives, we got you a little housewarming gift and you'd better open it now before anyone else shows up so you're not embarrassed. He hands them the gift. "Here, open it." Tommy hands it to Dylan, who opens it up very slowly. "Is this going to be something embarrassing?"

`Probably," says Phil. "Maybe you'll use it, maybe you won't. We don't need to know."

Dylan opens the box and laughs his head off. he takes the things out of the box. "A pair of fuzzy handcuffs like you said you would get us and . . . . .what's this?" "Phil says: two leather cockrings, one for each of you. The guy at the store said you'd get good use out of them." Tommy takes them from Dylan and fingers them. Finally, Dylan takes out a black dildo about 8" long. "No comment," says Tommy, "other than to ask how you knew my size? You never saw me hard!" Dylan giggles.

Phil and Doug blush. "We only guessed, but since dylan's been so happy lately, we figured you had a lot to offer him." This time, even Tommy blushes.

The doorbell rings. dylan puts the gifts back in the box and rushes into the bedroom to stick them under the bed!

Peter enters followed by Sammy. "Sammy is my date to the party," he says, and they both laugh. "Really?" asks Dylan. "So that's why you were being so secretive. Well, now we know. Good luck to you, Sammy." "Why do I need luck?" "I'm only teasing. Peter is an upright guy." Sammy smiles at Peter.

"this house is unbelievable," says Peter, and Tommy takes him to show him around. Sammy stays behind with dylan. "dylan, I know that Peter says he's a dom, but I'm not sure what to expect."

"I can't help you there. Never was with Peter, but I do know that he's a heck of a nice guy and has been very supportive of me. Just follow his lead and don't be afraid to speak up if anything isn't good for you or makes you uncomfortable. A good dom always respects limits, and I'm sure Peter is like that."

"Like what?" asks Peter as he comes down the stairs. "Like someone who never forces anything on a guy, answers dylan. Peter turns to Sammy and winks at him. Sammy lowers his head, a lot like Dylan does so often.

Natural sub? This might get interesting. "Go in and get something to nosh on. There are a lot of nice things to eat in the dining room." The six of them go back to the food. Again, Tommy takes a scallop wrapped in bacon and holds it a bit over Dylan's head. Dylan hops a bit to catch it between his teeth. "That's so cute," says Sammy.

Peter turns to him and says "will you eat whatever I put in your mouth, Sammy?" "Not sure," he replies. Dylan gives him a thumbs up. The doorbell rings again and Phil goes to answer. "Hey guys," he calls out, "Frank and Marvin are here." Tommy goes to greet them.

Peter goes over to Dylan and lightly smacks him on the ass. Dylan says "ouch! Careful, Peter, I'm . . . um . . kinda sore." "Can I see?" asks Peter. "Not this time, Peter," says Tommy, coming back into the room, and goes and kisses dylan on the forehead. Dylan whispers, "me thirsty."

Tommy takes a hit off his beer and puts his mouth to Dylan's and the other guys clearly hear him gulp as he swallow it. "Want more, boy?" asks Tommy. "Please?" Tommy does it again. "That is so fucking hot!" says Sammy. "You guys do that all the time?" Before they can answer,

Frank asks Tommy, "so did you two enjoy your visit to Dillinger hall the other night?" "No," answers Tommy. Not my thing. I want to see Dylan when he's . . . " Dylan cuts him off, looking at Marvin, who is clueless. He goes over to Marvin to welcome him. Marvin too brings in a load of beer. Sammy takes one and so does Frank.

Tommy speaks up, "I don't care what age any of you are, but the rule is that if you drink beer, you are spending the night here. Don't forget. And there is plenty of room upstairs.

"Well in that case," says Doug, "I'm drinking tonight." "I'm happy to stay here tonight." Phil assures him. One more ring of the bell and the two sophomores come in, George and Bob. Everyone says hello. They all know each other. George stands slightly behind Bob with his hand on Bob's back. Dylan notes it and goes over to Tommy and hugs him, burying his face in Tommy's chest.

Tommy puts both hands on dylan's ass and Dylan whimpers into his shirt. When he turns around, Bob reads what is written on his shirt. "Hey, that's cute. Property of???? Sounds kinky." George says to Bob, "didn't you know that they are together? Didn't you get an invitation to their wedding?" "Not sure. Haven't checked my mailbox all week."

"Well it's there," says Dylan. Tommy and I are getting married the Saturday after graduation. "I didn't' know that. Wow. I must have been clueless. Well congratulations, you two. I guess I know who will be wearing the pants in that family." Tommy gets snide. "In more ways than one, dude, in more ways than one. I wear the pants. He wears the collar."

"Huh?" George tells Bob "Ill explain later." Bob is a twink, blond hair, and endearingly naïve about most things other than blow jobs. George is more aware of things; he is proceeding very slowly with Bob, slowly and carefully. He doesn't want to overload or scare him away.

Frank goes over to see dylan and takes a closer look at his collar, understanding more about what it truly means. "Can I ask you a very personal question that's important to me? asks Dylan. "privately." "Sure," says Frank. Dylan leads him into the bedroom. "So what do you want to ask me?" Dylan blushes but blurts out his question. "Are you circumcised?" Frank does a double-take. Then suddenly, he realizes what this is all about. "No, Dylan, I'm not, and if you had really blown me through that glory hole, you would have known. I've got a long foreskin."

"Oh thank God!" says Dylan, very relieved. Frank pats him on the back. "so that mystery is solved." "I feel so much better. Thanks for telling me."

"I'm surprised you didn't notice that in the showers." "Well, to tell the truth, the only naked dude I paid any attention to was Tommy." Frank chuckles and smiles at him. They go back to get some food. Frank is very hungry. Tommy goes to Dylan, puts his hands on both cheeks and gives him a nice kiss. "tommy, I just found out that I never did anything with Frank." "How'd you figure that out?" "He's uncut. I've never sucked an uncut cock." Tommy chuckles. "And you never will, boy. Mine! So now you can stop feeling embarrassed around him?" "yup,"

Dylan smiles. Frank comes over and pats Tommy on the shoulder. Tommy smiles back. "I'm relieved, he says, unfortunately Dylan isn't an oral virgin so I never know who . . . " Dylan cuts him off by kissing him on the cheek. Tommy grabs Dylan's ass rather roughly and Dylan hold his hand tightly around Tommy's waist. Tommy whispers into his ears, "That, boy, was deliberate. For being a slut." Dylan laments, "this isn't fair; you can punish me anytime you want without even taking my pants down and actually spanking me."

"You are the one who wanted it this way, sweetheart," Tommy answers. "I just realized that all I have to do is touch your butt and you are immediately brought under my control."

"For some reason, that is turning me on so much that my poor cock is trying to break out of its cage."

Tommy smirks and answers, "You tell that cock to simmer down or it will be locked in the cage until the wedding." Dylan changes the subject. In voice loud enough for others to hear, he says, "Me hungry, Daddy."

Peter guffaws along with Marvin and Sammy. Peter turns to Sammy, "they're cute, but don't you EVER call me Daddy!" Sammy answers, "very cute. I just love seeing them interact. All the little games they play with each other. Like Tommy feeding him."

Peter agrees "and watch for any time when Tommy grabs Dylan's butt. Apparently, he got a serious spanking last night and is still sore from it." Sammy says under his breath, "lucky boy!" Peter heard it and puts his hand around the back of Sammy's neck. Sammy blushes.

Marvin turns to George and says, "Not you two too!" Peter laughs and says to Marvin, "Andrew's still free if you're horny enough!" Marvin punches him on the arm, and not too gently, either.

Meanwhile, in the dining room, Tommy takes a piece of cheese and places it in Dylan's mouth and Dylan sucks the tips of his fingers. Bob looks, wide-eyed. "they are so much in love. I never thought I''d ever see anyone like them." George smiles at him, plotting.

Andrew joins the group. "Hey, guys, thanks so much for the invitation. And congratulations! Maybe it will give Christian a bit of incentive. He just asked me to move in with him for the summer rather than going home. He's a waiter in a very fancy restaurant and his boss already promised him he'd give me a job if we work together. So we're heading in a good direction." Bob says, "but aren't you going to spend any time back with your family?" "So," asks Andrew. "Christian and I will go together to spend some time with them. They met him last year and like him a lot."

George turns to Bob, `You see? Not all families are like yours."

Andrew points out, "You're not alone, Bob, if you have a difficult family. Talk to dylan some time about what he went through with his family, and how they're not even invited to the wedding."

Tommy approaches. "No, please don't get Dylan talking about that. Just know that it was horrible. Worse than you could probably imagine. If dylan speaks about it he will get very anxious." "Glad we know that, Tommy. No wonder he so often looks at you like you're some kind of wonderful hero. Please let him know we feel sorry about what happened to him."

dylan moves over to Tommy asks for more beer. Tommy, not caring about having an audience, takes a mouthful and then feeds it to dylan, and then another. Bob says to George, "wow." George looks at him quizzically. "turn you on?" "I'd never do that, but it sure seems to make dylan happy."

Andrew tells them, "that's pretty much Tommy's mission in life: to do anything and everything he possibly can that will make dylan happy." Now George is the one to say "Wow." He walks away shaking his head. Bob stays where he is and says to Andrew, "Where can I find a guy like that?" Andrew replies, "There's something you have to understand: Tommy and Dylan have been best friends since third grade. Dylan's been in love with Tommy practically all his life. Tommy only just realized he was gay and in love with Dylan this past year." Bob, reacts, "what patience!" Andrew takes the opposite approach, "Tommy was so much in denial, and yet he has always treated Dylan like he's a precious treasure. I remember in Middle School how Tommy was frantic one day because Dylan hadn't showed up for school. Tommy called his own mother to beg her to check and see if she could find out what happened."

"What happened?"

"He was in the hospital. His brother broke his arm and two ribs." Bob is shocked. "Holy shit! I'm not surprised he wasn't taken out of the house after that."

"Well Dylan insisted it was an accident. Sometimes his brother doesn't know his own strength." Very suspicious, but it is the first time something like that ever happened, and it never happened after that." "what did Tommy do?" "He fought to stay in the hospital with Dylan all the time, but he wasn't allowed and he was really upset."

Meanwhile his mother acted diplomatic and sympathized with dylan's mother about how boys are so hard to handle and she must be beside herself and then offered to take care of dylan at their own house when he got discharged from the hospital. The mother readily agreed. So it all ended well for dylan, and for Tommy, I guess you could say."

Bob tells Andrew, "My family was okay. Nothing serious. Did get slapped around a few times but that was all. The problem is now because I came out to them two months ago. They're very uneasy about things." "Have they met George?" "No, not yet. Besides, I'm not sure how things will turn out between the two of us. this is all pretty new. Never fooled around until last week. But I know that George has some strong Dom tendencies, so I want to see where things go."

They invite everyone to come in and get some food. they all end up standing or sitting in the kitchen and the dining room like at most parties. Beers and sodas are passed around. Tommy sits at the dining room table but Dylan stays standing behind him. Peter smiles to himself, realizing what is going on. George and Bob stand off in the corner with their plates, having a private conversation.

George says to Bob, "Look at how much control Tommy has over Dylan." Bob disagrees. "It doesn't look to me that he's controlling. Rather, it looks like he's just taking good care of Dylan. He's always like that. That's what Andrew was telling me. Did you know they'd been best friends almost all their lives?" George answers, "No, I didn't. That's probably why there is such strong chemistry between them. It takes time. How do you tell the difference between "taking control" and "caring for"? Bob says, "I'd know well when someone is trying to "take control." I've had enough of that shit in my life. A lot of "taking control" but very little in "caring for."

George rubs him in the back. "I'm sorry you went through that all. Please tell me if you ever think I'm trying to take control of you."

Bob answers quickly, "Oh, don't worry. You'll know right away." Peter overhears a bit of their conversation and comes up to them.

"Would you be interested in a bit of an explanation?" they both readily agree. "I'll tell you something that a few of us know, so I'm not giving away any secrets. Whenever Tommy and Dylan are home alone, Dylan is always naked. Is that a control issue?" George answers first. "I guess it all depends on why that is." Bob wonders, "is it just because dylan likes being naked around him?" Peter smiles. "Good answers, and we asked them about it once. They explained that Tommy really likes looking at Dylan when he's naked and so Dylan strips because it turns Tommy on. And now it's also turning Dylan on. Kind of like a submission thing."

"Submission?" Bob asks, totally baffled. "What do you mean?" "Just that Dylan is very submissive and it turns him on that he is naked while Tommy has all his clothes on."

Bob says, "I have to go and think about that for a while." and he walks away from the group. M eanwhile, in the kitchen, Marven and Phil are talking about the prospects for new year's Swim Team. Phil lets Marvin knows that Tommy will be out because of internships in his father's corporation. They mention the names of a couple of freshmen who look very promising. Sammy lets them know that he'll be back.

Marvin teases Sammy, "has Peter given you permission to swim next year?" Sammy smirks. Marvin says, "Sorry. Couldn't resist. Just wanted to tease you as if you were Peter's sub." Sammy smirks again. Phil puts his arm around Sammy and says, "Nothing to worry about, dude. He's a good guy."

Dylan comes into the kitchen to get a bottle of water. "You guys enjoying yourselves? "Sure are," answers Phil and asks, "Tommy's letting you roam around alone, pup?" Dylan blushes. "We needed a bottle of water," and he takes one out of the fridge, while Tommy walks into the room.

Phil starts to chuckle. "What's so funny, dude?" Tommy asks Phil. "I was just wondering how long you would leave Dylan in here alone with us." "I leave Dylan alone a lot," argues Tommy. Dylan opens the bottle of water and hands it to Tommy. Tommy takes a drink and then puts the bottle to Dylan's lips and let's Dylan drink it straight from the bottle. Phil does a double-take.

"Water's okay," explains Tommy, and gives Dylan more water." Dylan drinks the water and then says to Phil, "but still I get to take it from him."

Sammy watches this exchange with great interest. "My goodness," he exclaims, "I always thought dom/sub was just for the bedroom." "It can be whatever you want it to be," explains Tommy, and Dylan pats him on the back. "Tommy is very creative," he says, giving Tommy that you-are-my-hero look he has. "But between us," he continues, we've been doing dom/sub all of our lives, although we didn't know what it was until we became teenagers, but even then we didn't realize we were doing it. It just seems natural to us—well, to me, especially, since I thought I would never ever get to have sex with Tommy." Tommy adds, "and we'd play capture games like cowboys `n Indians, or cop'n crook, stuff like that." "Fortunately, he never thought to play any interrogation games," muses Dylan, "that probably would have scared me too much cause it was too much like . . "

Tommy puts his hand over Dylan's mouth and whispers to him. Dylan turns towards him and buries his face in Tommy's neck. Tommy walks him backwards out of the room.

"What was that all about?" asks Sammy. "It's not good to let Dylan talk about his past. He ends up getting very anxious and sad." "Sammy asks Phil, "Do you think they would skinny dip together when they were kids?" Phil replies, "Probably not. Dylan would never let tommy see him even with a shirt off. Bruise marks all over his body at time." "Oh gee, I didn't know." Phil assures him, "no worries." George and Bob

Bob has been walking around on his own for a spell, thinking over what had been said earlier about Dylan being naked as a dom/sub thing. Suddenly he realizes something about himself, and goes looking for George. He finds George and says he has something to tell him. "What?"

"After listening to Dylan, it got me thinking. And . . . in a whisper I would strip naked in front of you just so you could watch with your clothes on." George steps back a bit and looks Bob up and down. "I will definitely look forward to it," he says with a smile. "Let's stay the night. Let me see if we can get one of the guestrooms." He goes looking for Tommy.

Tommy is standing in the living room with his arms around Dylan, who is spacing out into his chest. George comes over. "Tommy, I hope this isn't too forward, but I was wondering about the guest rooms you mentioned. "Sure, George, are you asking to use one of the for the night?" "Yes, if that's okay. I mean, if any other upperclassman want it, we'll back off." "Who is we?" asks Dylan. "Oh, I thought you knew. Bob and I have been seeing each other for a bit lately. Exploring, if you know what I mean."

"Dylan and Tommy smile at each other. "We know definitely what you mean and you can certainly have the back bedroom. It's got the most privacy." Tommy winks at him. "Hey, thanks so much." George walks away. Tommy tells Dylan that all the guestrooms are reserved now. Phil and Doug; Peter and Sammy; George and Bob.

Dylan giggles. "What?" asks Tommy. "Too bad we don't have bunk beds for Phil and Doug." Tommy squeezes his ass! Dylan breathes through his teeth so Tommy knows he got to him.

Dylan speaks up after catching his breath. "I'm really surprised at something." "At what, boy?" "At how Dom you're being here tonight in front of everybody." "Well, considering your shirt, why would anyone have any doubt? And, in fact, come here." Dylan comes to him and Tommy takes off his shirt. Then squeezes a nipple. A couple of guys notice and start cheering.

Phil and Doug crack up. Marven wants to know if Tommy's gonna strip him all the way. "After all, we've seen him plenty of times in the showers. Hey, why don't we ALL strip, just for old times sake?" He's booed down by most. "Well how about just the sub boys?"

Tommy steps in, "I'm not stripping Dylan all the way tonight." Dylan plays with his collar.

Peter speaks quietly to Sammy. "Do you know what would really please me?" Sammy asks, "What? But don't bet on anything yet." "it would really please me if you took off your shirt, too. After all, we were all parading around in bathing suits all year."

"Let me think about it. I'm not afraid of taking my shirt off, but I'm not sure I am comfortable about stripping in front of everyone here since they don't all know what's going on with us." Peter answers him, "Never agree to do anything that would make you uncomfortable. For me or for anyone else in the future." And he kisses him on the cheek while holding the back of his neck.

Peter calls Dylan over. "So why won't he strip you tonight? We've seen you naked plenty of times in the dorm even." Dylan blushes. "I told you before, I'm very sore. You do the math." "Marked up?" Dylan shyly nods and then walks away. But then he walks back and taps Peter on the shoulder. "And just so you know and don't get the wrong idea, it was something I asked him to do." "And he marked you up just because you asked him? Someone's gonna have to keep an eye on you. Wouldn't want to see you get carried away and get yourself hurt unintentionally."

"thanks for that Peter, but don't worry about that. Tommy will never allow me to get hurt. In fact, he stopped the action. I would have let him keep going." "I'm really glad to hear that. But please be careful, you two? Neither of you has any other experience. Never hesitate to ask anything. Anytime. Okay?" Dylan kisses Peter on the cheek. "thanks, Peter. You're a good friend."

Dylan walks away and Peter says to Sammy, "Did you catch all that?" "yes, I did. It helps me to feel safer with you." "I'm glad, because I want you to feel safe. No matter what." Sammy smiles at him and stares right into his eyes and pulls off his shirt. Peter kisses him on the forehead.

"Proud of you. Good boy." He runs his fingertips down Sammy's spine. Sammy closes his eyes and breathes deeply. "I want to make you proud of me, Peter," he says. "I never felt like this before."

"That's because you are beginning to learn what it's like to be a sub,"

Peter explains. "there are a lot of good feelings involved when a boy is meant to be a sub. Things I can't accurately explain, but make sure you get time to talk to Dylan about it."

Andrew goes to the boys and says goodbye. "I promised Christian I wouldn't stay out too late. He's been working late all week and we haven't had much time together. Congratulations, and thanks for good eats. We'll see you at the wedding." And off he goes.

Tommy says to Dylan, "I didn't even realize Andrew was gay until just a couple of days ago." Dylan agrees, "He's kept it pretty much to himself. From what I know, Christian has never hung out around school. I don't know if he ever went to the meets. Andrew always seems to stick to himself when we were together. Christian's a bit older than Andrew, Andrew only recently began to live with him and he seems happy. But he has always been quiet about things in general, so it's no surprise." Tommy wonders whether or not Christian is Andrew's "Daddy." "Could be," says Dylan, but I really don't know much about their relationship. Maybe we'll learn more at the wedding." Tommy stands being Dylan and nuzzles his neck with his arms around him and his hands grazing his nipples.

Dylan puts his hands over Tommy's. "I wish I could . . . " "could what, baby?" "maybe take my pants off?" Tommy says nothing but pinches his nipples until he squirms out of Tommy's arms and says "me thirsty!" Tommy goes and gets another beer, opens it and feeds Dylan from his mouth like before.

Sammy, on his way over to Dylan, sees what Tommy just did, and is speechless. Dylan notices. "come here, Sammy, we haven't talked all night." Sammy goes over. "Did tommy just put beer in your mouth from his mouth?"

"Yes, he did."

"Wow."

"too much for you?" "not sure. I don't know if I could do that."

"well then, don't do it. It's important to be sure about what you do and don't do. Tommy and I've been sharing food between us for years now. It's only lately that we've been making it into something kinky. And the truth is, that I love drinking from Tommy's mouth. Even just his spit. when we kiss, I often suck his mouth and he dribbles into me. it drives me wild."

"How did you discover that you liked it?"

"It started when we would make out, and when he realized how much it turned me on, he began doing it all the time. tonight's the first time he ever did it with beer."

"And you just let him do what he wanted to do?"

"Absolutely. I always do. What Tommy wants from is, Tommy gets."

"But what if he wanted something really extreme?"

"Like what?"

"Oh, I don't know."

"Sammy, I know that Tommy would never ever hurt me or demand more from me than I could give him." "does he ever tie you up?" "Oh sure. But he's been doing that to me since we were kids playing cops and robbers. I always ended up getting tied up. so it's nothing new. Just now it's sexual. I wasn't when we were kids, at least I think it wasn't."

"I think I want to be tied up, but I'm afraid . . . "

"Well, Peter would be safe, and he would know enough to tie you up in a way that you could easily get out of it."

"Is that what Tommy does to you?"

"Not any more. I'm able to surrender completely to him and when he ties me up or does some other kind of bondage, I feel like I'm settling into a cloud of safety. sometimes he does it when I'm too jittery or can't seem to settle down. That always helps me settle nicely. Just experiment with it with Peter. You can trust him. And don't be afraid to ask him for things you are curious about and want to experience for the first time. It will go fine."

"thanks for the advice, Dylan." "What if there's something I want that is kind of gross?"

"Can you give me an example?"

"Like swallow his cum. Never did that before. Always got grossed out."

"But now?"

"I think I'd like to swallow Peter's cum."

"AH...you're developing strong sub feelings for Peter now, eh? That's good. And besides, if he lets you give him a blowjob, he's kinds of going to expect you to swallow. But let him know you've never done it before."

"What about piss? do you drink Tommy's piss?" "Getting kind of personal now, but for now, just a tiny bit. It's not high on our list at the moment. But if you want it, ask him for it. The worst that could happen is he'll tell you he's not into it. I don't know for sure if he is or not. We've never discussed it. and I've never done anything with Peter, so you'll have to discover things about him for yourself. But my advice to you, Sammy, is this: GO FOR IT!"

"Do you ever think about it yourself, drinking piss?"

"Not really."

"But if Tommy wanted you to?"

"If he really wanted me to, I'd do it, at least once. But if he sensed I was only forcing myself to do it to please him, he would stop. That's the way he is with me."

Tommy comes over. Sammy turns to him and blurts out, "I was asking Dylan if he would drink your piss." Tommy does a double-take. "Hey, Sammy, settle down, dude. Not willing to discuss that."

Dylan looks uneasy.

"Sorry. I guess I'm getting carried away."

"well then, buddy, go and get carried away with Peter. If I were you, I'd ask him to take me upstairs now and spank your ass. you need it really bad."

"I'm too embarrassed to let him know how much I want to be his slave."

Tommy and Dylan both do a double-take.

Tommy calls Peter over. Now Sammy looks real nervous.

"What's up, guys?" Tommy sets Sammy up.

"Peter, I suggest you take this boy upstairs and find out how much he needs to grovel before you naked. And if you can, teach him some discretion."

He turns to Dylan, "blunt enough?"

Dylan replies, "not nearly as blunt as Sammy was getting." Sammy is bright red now. Peter takes Sammy by the hand and heads off upstairs. "And on that note," Tommy says to Dylan, "it's time for you to take your pants and socks off, boy."

"yes, Sir."

"And take a Xanax when you're in there. that's an order." Dylan goes into the bedroom and strips down. When he comes back, Tommy is sitting on the couch with his legs spread and a cushion on the floor. He sees Dylan and points to the ground between his legs. Dylan goes over and kneels before him and rests his head on Tommy's thigh."

"Thank you baby. I've had enough party for now. Need to get lost inside you."

Tommy runs his fingers through Dylan's hair. "Settle down, pup, settle down. Close your eyes. There's no one here but me. And you are mine. Safe. Loved. Owned." Tommy strokes his lover the way he needs it.

Phil and Doug come over and sit on either side of Tommy. "Dylan okay?" asks Phil. "Just a bit too much party, and someone grossed him out, if you can believe it. Dylan just needs some Tommy-time for a while. He'll be fine."

Doug says to Tommy, "If you guys want to take it to the bedroom, Phil and I will help wind things down. You just worry about your boy." "thanks, guys, but I think he'll be okay here for a while." Dylan nestles himself between Tommy's legs, motionless.

Phil asks, "who?" Tommy puts his fingers to his lips. "Later," he whispers. He puts his hand back in Dylan's hair and fingercombs it. He repeats what he said before as a mantra: "safe. loved. owned. mine." Dylan begins to calm down and absorb Tommy's love, wrapping his arms around him and holding on tightly. He recalls a time when Tommy once wrapped his arms around him when they were sleeping together as 10-year-olds, and how safe he felt and how much he wished Tommy would do that every night. Now his wish has come true.

Frank comes into the room. "Hey guys, I'm gonna head out---wow, what a sweet sight! You're a lucky guy, Tommy."

"don't I know it! See you soon, Frank. Thanks for coming." Frank leaves. Doug shows him to the door and then locks it after him.

END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

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