Chapter 30. Aside: George and Bob
George and Bob are looking at the scene from the living room doorway. "Would you do that for me?" George asks Bob. "Would you treat me as good as Tommy treats Dylan?" "let's find out." The boys head upstairs to their room.
George sits in the chair and smiles at Bob. "Okay, Bob, make good on your promise. Strip for me. I want to see you naked." Bob slowly takes his boots and socks off, then quickly peels his pants and underpants down and kicks them off, and stands still, hands at his sides, available to George's gaze. "Come closer, Bob." he does. "Turn around I want to see your ass." again, he does. "Bend over and spread your cheeks and let me see your hole." Bob hesitates . . . George waits . . . "show me, boy."
Slowly, Bob bends over and does what George has commanded, his legs trembling. "Okay. Stand up and face me again. You are a good boy. You have pleased me very much," George praises him. Bob breathes nervously.
"Am I the only person who has ever seen your hole?" he asks. "Yes" says Bob, hardly able to speak. "Come here now." George hold out his hand. "Put your balls in my hand. Show me that you want to surrender yourself to my care, just as Dylan surrenders himself to Tommy's care." Bob goes over and has to lift himself up a bit to put his balls in George's hand. It's turning him on, this small act of surrender. George rolls Bob's balls in his hand. "As much as I like seeing this beautiful blond pubic hair, you really need to keep these balls shaved nice and smooth. Next time I see you, if there's a next time, make sure you get them ready for me." "Yes, Sir."
"It is turning you on a bit to use that word, boy?" "I guess it is, Sir."
"Nice dick, boy. Good shape. Good size. I don't like `em big. This is a tasty morsel. George pulls the boys balls towards him and slips his cock into his mouth and enjoys it for a bit. "That's enough. I don't want you to cum too soon. A lot of beginner boys want to stop playing once they cum. Are you like that?"
"Haven't had any experience with that, Sir." "So you don't know for sure if you would be able t serve me after you cum?"
"I guess not, Sir." "Well, we're not going to find out tonight. Maybe some other time. Kneel down here between my legs, like you saw Dylan do." Bob obeys. George gently touches Bob's nipples; Bob inhales quickly. "Like that, Robbie?" "No one has ever called me that before, Sir," he answers, surprised at George calling him `Robbie.' "No? What do your parents call you?" "Bobby, Sir." "Well I shall call your Robbie. It will be your sub name."
"thank you, Sir." George toys with the boy's nipples. "they're yours, Sir." George smiles at him and increases the pressure. The boy winces but doesn't pull back. "Push them into my fingers, Robbie. Give them to me, boy." The boy obeys, hesitatingly. George backs off the pressure and just rubs his fingers over them. The boy squirms, obviously turned on.
"So tell me, Robbie: what do you think about when you jerk off? Tell me." "I think about subbing, Sir. I think about being treated nice by a man I'm sucking off. Sometimes I think about being spanked. this is embarrassing, Sir!" "You are doing very well, Robbie. You continue to please me." He pulls on the boy's nipples, getting him to stand. "go and lie on the bed on your back with your arms behind your head." the boy obeys, while George strips down to his boxer briefs and joins him on the bed, lying over him. He kisses the boy and the boy sighs deeply. He looks the boy over and tugs on his armpit hair.
"This hair has to go, too, Robbie. Most Doms want their boys shaved smooth everywhere. I like your pubes, though. I like the blond hair. But for me, shave your balls and your pits. Understand?" "Yes, Sir. I will if you ever want me again."
George wraps his hands around the boy's cock and balls. "who do these belong to, sub boy?" "To you, Sir." "Do you really believe that, Robbie?" "I want to, Sir. I'm not sure what it means, though."
"What is means is this: your Dom controls your orgasms, when you can cum, when you cannot. Your Dom controls your balls too." He squeezes them until the boy winces. "Are they mine, boy?" "Yes, Sir. They are yours." He squeezes more tightly. "And now, Robbie," He struggles to get out the words, "Still yours, Sir." George kisses him and lets go of his balls.
"You have all the makings of a good sub, and your cock is telling me you are still turned on. Isn't that true, Robbie?" "Very much, Sir."
"Okay. Now, since you've been such a good boy, I'm going to give you a choice between two things. One: I make you cum but then you service my dick like a good sub slut. Or two: You service me the way I want, but I don't let you cum tonight. Which shall it be?" "the second, Sir, because I'm not sure I could go on if you make me cum."
"Honest answer, Robbie. That is important. So get down there, boy and suck my cock through my boxers, boy. Get my pants wet as you explore my cock with your mouth."
Robbie goes to obey. George continues to instruct him and order him exactly how to please him. The boy obeys every command. And we will leave them be for now.
. . .
Tommy and Dylan, back in their room.
Tommy strips off, and takes off Dylan's underwear. They lie on the bed and make out while Tommy lightly scratches his boy up and down his body. Dylan feels so safe and loved and kisses his lover all over his face and neck. "no hickies tonight, boy," Tommy warns. He reaches down and squeezes the boy's bottom and Dylan moans and kisses him more frantically. "yours, Tommy. I love you so much. I like having pain for you," he confesses, and he slides down to suck Tommy's dick, slowly and lovingly.
More and more he appreciates the reality of being caged, knowing that there is only one cock that matters, the cock he worships and serves.
"You like that cock, don't you, Dylan? I'm so glad you do. It's all for you, boy." Dylan rubs his hair all over Tommy's groin and balls then licks and sucks until Tommy wants him up alongside him. He begins to work the boy's nipples and Dylan closes his eyes and groans, so turned on.
"Yours, Sir. Yours, Master." "Can I make them sore for you, boy?" "You can do anything you want to them Master. they belong to you." "Wait here for a sec. Keep your eyes closed." tommy gets up from the bed and goes to get the clothespins he bought. "Keep your eyes closed, boy. I have some clothespins here. I'm going to try them out on you in different places. Want to see how you tolerate them, how you take their pain."
"I'm yours, Master." "Let's start with your nipples. Left one first." He puts one on Dylan's left nipple. Dylan yelps and breathes through his teeth. Tommy says "drink the pain" and he kisses him; Dylan sucks his mouth. Tommy puts one on the other nipple, and Dylan practically rises up off the bed reacting to the pain. tommy takes the left one off and Dylan cries out. `It hurts more coming off, Master." Tommy takes the other one off and Dylan breathes through his teeth. "Good boy." "they're yours, Sir."
"I don't want them to hurt too much, baby. Just a bit. You did well for the first time." "Tommy, can I ask you something?" "sure, pup. What do you want to ask?" "Did that turn you on, Tommy?" "what turns me on is how you submit and how you react, and how much it turns YOU on, baby. Kind of surprises me." "What surprises you, sweetheart?" "That I kind of like it making you a little sore. it's kind of like when I used to tie you up when we were kids. I guess I really got off on that, having that kind of power over you. Even back then, and you never tried to fight me off when I did it."
"I know. I used to hope you would do it." "if you had fought me off, I wouldn't have done it. I know that. Same now. I love you too much to overwhelm you."
"Tommy, put them on again?" "You sure?" "Yes. Just for a little bit." Tommy clamps his nipples a second time. Dylan breathes in and out quickly. "Don't hyperventilate, dude!" Tommy says as he removes them a second time and Dylan yelps. He immediately sucks the boy's nipples and Dylan holds his head tightly to his chest. "Oh I love you, Tommy. I love being yours!" Tommy kisses him again. "Mine. Now go suck my cock, baby. Suck me hard and fast and drink my cum! Drain me, boy." Dylan goes to town on him. It doesn't take long. Dylan swallows and then licks his lover clean. Tommy moans "so nice, baby. so nice you love my dick so good."
"I have to pee, Tommy." "me too. Let's go." Tommy lifts the toilet seat.
"Sit," he commands. Dylan squats and lets loose. Tommy takes a cup of warm water and pours it over his cage and when it is finished dripping down takes a cloth to wipe it dry. "Kneel and watch." Dylan gets into position and takes delight watching Tommy's powerful flow until Tommy is finished and sticks his dick in Dylan's mouth without shaking it. "drain me, sweetheart," he commands and Dylan finishes him off, wondering if Tommy will ever demand more from him at a time like this. This tiny taste of his lover is so erotic he begins to tremble.
Tommy bends down and helps him up, kissing him on the forehead. He hands Dylan his toothbrush and Dylan brushes than takes the mouthwash Tommy gives him. Finally, Tommy takes Febreze and sprays Dylan's cage and it makes Dylan pull back and giggle. For some reason, this nightly ritual makes Dylan feel so loved, cared for, and also sweetly dominated. He would do this for no other man, ever, and knows he will never have to.
They get into bed. More kisses. Dylan cuddles himself into tommy's arms with his hand on Tommy's groin and falls asleep while Tommy strokes the back of his head. Tommy likes to watch Dylan falling asleep, likes to witness his beloved friend slip into sleep, safe in his arms just like he was so often on nights when he was a child who was always frightened except when he was touching Tommy. He whispers to his sleeping boy. "Loved. Safe. Mine. Always."
. . .
Morning.
Dylan wakes up first and carefully extricates himself from Tommy's body, hoping he'll stay asleep. He goes into the kitchen and makes a carafe of coffee. Then goes back to bed and sucks Tommy's toes until his lover wakes up. "Hey sweetheart. Come up here and suck something else for me." Dylan happily obeys as Tommy plays with his hair. "So good, the way you make love to me, baby. Make me cum. Drink down your morning juice, boy." Dylan gives his lover the best blowjob he can possibly give and then licks him clean. Tommy pulls him up so they can kiss. Tommy likes tasting himself in Dylan's mouth.
"Stand up, Dylan. Let me look at your ass." Dylan does what Tommy asks.
"Your ass looks pretty good today, boy. Just a little redness. That's good. You can stay naked while the others are here. Let's go piss and brush our teeth and I'll make breakfast for everyone." they get out of bed and head to the bathroom. Do their thing. Tommy throws on sweats and a t-shirt and together they go to the kitchen. "thanks for making coffee, sweetheart."
Tommy starts cooking breakfast. They hear sounds of people stirring upstairs. George and Bob come down first. Bob is happy because George let him cum this morning, but then made him eat his cum. Never did that before. George is being especially affectionate with him now and Bob is soaking it up. they're both wearing jeans but are shirtless.
Tommy smiles at them. "House rule today: subs and slaves stay naked."
George pats Bob on the backside. "Go up and strip, Robbie." Bob hesitates, but then obeys. After all, they're all seen each other naked plenty of times. But somehow this is different. More embarrassing. But he does it to please George, who has been so good to him.
Shortly after that, Peter and Sammy come down. Peter is dressed but Sammy is naked with a collar around his neck
Everyone serves himself breakfast. Sammy waits on Peter. Peter tells him to fill a plate for himself and sit at the table. "I'd rather stand, Sir," says Sammy. "You. will. sit. at. the. table. with. us." orders Peter.
The sub sits, painfully. Peter says to Sammy, "I believe there is something you need to say to Dylan, slave." Sammy looks at Dylan. "I'm sorry, Dylan, that I got out of hand last night. My Master has punished me for it and I promise to keep my yap shut from now on. Please accept my apology."
Dylan nods and messes up his hair. Peter speaks up, "and as a way of apologizing to the both of you, my slave is going to strip the beds and bring the soiled things downstairs and do the laundry." He turns to Sammy. "Go, boy. You've had enough breakfast for now."
Sammy silently goes upstairs to do what he's been told. peter says to Tommy, "I'll have him clean the entire second floor if you want."
"no, Peter, thanks, but that's okay. We have a houseboy coming today, I believe. I appreciate him getting the laundry started, though. It seems that you managed to give him what he needed so much," remarks Tommy.
"Yes," answers Peter, but I'm not sure where to go from here. I'm not really looking for a full time slave." Finally,
Phil and Doug come downstairs. Doug says to Peter, "You really did a number on Sammy's bod, dude. Didn't know you were such a sadist." "
Well, usually, I'm not, but I did what he was practically begging for. He's a real painpig in addition to a lot of other things."
Tommy says to Peter, "I'll have to put you in touch with my cousin Mike. He's an experienced Master." Peter thinks out loud. "Might be a good solution. Let me see how things develop with Sammy."
Sammy comes downstairs carry a large load of linens in a basket he found upstairs. "the washing machine is in the basement, boy," Tommy says. "thank you, Sir," he answers and goes downstairs.
Through all of this, Bob is spellbound. He whispers to George, "That's definitely not my scene." "I know, George answers, and takes Bob on to his lap, and kisses the back of his neck. "Just remember, Robbie, that everything that happened between the two of them was consensual. it's what Sammy wanted. Needed, I guess."
Slave Sammy comes back upstairs. "go up and get dressed. these guys don't like looking at your sore body." Sammy goes up to obey. Peter says to Tommy, I'm wondering if now that he had what he thought he wanted, maybe he'll mellow out a bit. If not, I'll give your cousin Mike a call. Maybe he'll take the boy off my hands."
"Well, give it time," says Tommy. "we're gonna get going," says Peter. thanks for everything. See you in school." Before long, all the guys have gone.
Dylan turns to Tommy. "wow. Sammy. Unfuckingbelievable." "No kidding. But, he looks happy even. I guess he got what he really needed. I'm surprised. Didn't think Peter would have it in him."
Dylan continues, "I really can't see Peter continuing to play so hard." "Neither can I," says Tommy. "But I had no clue Sammy was that far into it."
"George and Bob: it looks like something clicked there." "I agree," says tommy, "something sweet and gentle. More like us." as he goes to put the cane away. Dylan starts to clean the kitchen, feeling very much like a naked houseboy. Owned by Tommy.
Tommy comes in and stands in the doorway watching Dylan doing his work. It is such a beautiful sight to Tommy, seeing Dylan naked and peaceful, and he would like to hold him in his arms for the rest of the day. But first, let Dylan serve as houseboy for a while. Tommy knows that it turns him on a bit.
The phone rings and Tommy answers. "Hello? Who's this??? Elliot? . . . oh, Evan. Hi there. So your real name is Elliot? No, that's fine. Well, like I said, we had a houseful last night and could surely make good use of your services today. Yes. Come as soon as you can and I will show you what needs to be done. it should take about 4-5 hours. No, we'd actually rather that you not be naked when working here.
That's fine; yes, we're hiring you as a houseboy, not as a slave. How did it go last night? Really? Well, I'm sorry to hear it's not working out, but we certainly had that sense when the two of you were over here yesterday afternoon. Yes, I understand completely. Okay, Elliot, we'll see you in about 20 minutes then. Good-bye."
"So it didn't work out for him with Mike? I'm glad, actually. Mike frightens me." "I understand, pup. Maybe we should think of sending Sammy Mike's way. He certainly seems a lot more rugged." "and a lot more kinky, too," agrees Dylan. "I'm interested to hear what Peter has to say once he's a bit more removed from the experience."
"Me too. He seemed to be into it, and judging from the condition of Sammy's back and ass, he really did give him some serious punishment. Far more than I could have taken." "That's because you are a precious treasure, my love. And I'm very glad that you don't need it that rough. I don't think I could do it."
Dylan looks at him and says, "yet." Tommy swats his ass and runs out of the room. "come inside with me, baby. We'll let Elliot finish the kitchen."
Tommy sits on the end of the bed and Dylan kneels before him looking up into his eyes like he's looking at the sun. Tommy caresses his face. "I have some plans for you after we get Elliot started on his work. Nice plans, honey. Plans to make you feel good." Tommy holds his hands over dylan's head and runs his fingers through his hair. "Are you sure you don't at least a small haircut," he asks. "Not yet, pup. I don't want it hanging down over your shoulders, but I do want the rat's nest on top, the way you've always had it."
"Gee, you remember that time when Momma thought she was doing something nice for me and arranged to have my hair styled and it was pretty short?" "yes. I was so upset and she didn't understand why. I kept trying to explain that Dylan's hair should be messy on top. Your trademark. And I loved it. Still do, baby."
"What about for the wedding?"
"We'll have to get a very good stylist. The back can be shortened, but maybe someone can do a perm or something like that for the top. Because you know I'm gonna mess it up after the ceremony." Dylan smiles at him.
"it's yours, Tommy, to have it any way you want it. Just like all of me."
The doorbell rings. Tommy tells Dylan to put on underpants and answer the door. Elliot comes in, looking a lot better than he did yesterday, wearing short jean shorts and a light T and flipflops. He gives Dylan a hug and thanks him again for being so nice to him when he was over with Mike.
Tommy comes over and greets him. There's a good amount to be done today, Elliot. Hope you have a lot of time."
"I have as long as you need, Sir. Nothing else on the schedule today."
"Good. Let's go downstairs." Tommy takes him down and explains about the laundry situation. then up to the kitchen. Then, finally upstairs, showing him everything that needs to be done and where the cleaning supplies are, etc. Elliot is keen to get started.
"One thing now. We will probably be here most of the day in our rooms with the door locked. If you need anything or have any questions, text me. Help yourself to anything in the kitchen to eat or drink. There's a lot left over from the party last night. How do you want to be paid and how much will you be charging us?" Elliot gives him an account number and explains he can send money directly into the account. He gives him a price which Tommy feels is far too low. He doubles it and arranges immediately for payment. He figures that when Elliot see how much he paid him, they will be a top priority if they ever need him again.
Dylan pipes in. "Before you get started, I'm curious about what happened with Mike last night."
"He started in on me on the way home from here. When we got to his place, he took over much as he's done before, but something clicked in me. He was really big time into degrading a slave and "putting it into its place." harsh, demeaning, heavy-handed and verbally abusive all the time. But after I saw you two, I realized that Master Mike's way is not the only way and that I deserve something better. Yes, I want to be someone's slave. I want to be controlled and ruled and disciplined in every way possible. But . . . "
"Say no more, Elliot. I'm glad we've had some influence on you, and I'm glad you were able to disconnect yourself from Mike without any big problem."
"Yes. If nothing else, he was willing to listen, and he realized that at the present time it could never work for the two of us, so I left with his blessing and a promise that he's going to find me more clients for whom I can work as a naked houseboy, maybe even under discipline. We'll see what develops. But thanks again. I'm so glad I got to be here yesterday and see what I saw. And with that, I'm going to start working and I promise you that you will be very pleased indeed with the results of my work." And he heads downstairs to start with the laundry.
Tommy and Dylan are very pleased and go to the room and lock the door. Tommy immediately kisses Dylan with the kind of kiss he likes the most. He pulls down the boy's underpants and has him sit on the bed and close his eyes. Meanwhile he gets out the things he's going to need: a few clothespins, the handcuffs and cock rings Phil and Doug gave them, lube, a butt plug and the key to the cage.
He fastens the leather slave collar around Dylan's neck, puts on the handcuffs, and then clips them to the ring on the collar. "Mine" he says. He lays him down on the bed on his back, extends the bindings of the handcuffs to the rings on the side of the bed and also spreads his legs and binds them in place. Dylan is pretty motionless at this point.
Tommy takes the butt plug and slowly puts it into dylan's butt. it's difficult because Dylan has so little freedom of motion. But he makes it happen.
"I love you, Dylan," he says. You can open your eyes." He takes the key and unlocks the cage. dylan's poor prick doesn't know what to do with all that freedom. It takes it a bit of time to rise up for the occasion.
Meanwhile, Tommy puts the cock ring around dylan's cock and balls and that helps him get a stronger erection. He lubes up the boy's dick and begins stroking it gently. Dylan is making wonderfully delighted noises. "it's yours, Tommy. My dick is yours, however you want it." Yes, baby. Mine. He keeps stroking, then stops for a minute and puts three clothespins in various spots on dylan's balls. "How does that feel?"
"Not bad, so far."
"Good. Let's see how fast the pain builds up." He goes back to stroking dylan's dick, giving him an expert handjob. "It feels weird, the combination of pleasure and a bit of pain. I'm loving this, honey!"
"Good. Let's see how you feel a little later on." He keeps stroking until Dylan is really close, then he let's go. Dylan makes a disappointed sound.
"I want to edge you today, boy. Make you beg to cum. Make you crazy with pleasure and pain and frustration. Keep you on the edge." He puts on two more clothespins and starts stroking again.
Dylan moans like a slut. "That-a-boy, be my slut, Dylan." the stroking continues.
"the pain is biting now."
"too much?"
"I can take it."
"Don't be a hero. Tell me when it hits 9." Stroke, stroke, stroke. Dylan tries to writhe and gets close again. Tommy lets go. Dylan curses. Tommy jiggles the clothespins. Dylan howls but doesn't beg off. ore lube. More stroking.
This continues 4 more times and Dylan is now out of his mind. tommy starts stroking his boy's dick again and this time Dylan is pleading with him to let him cum. "Please, Sir, please, let your boy have release and I'll be your complete slave for the rest of the day. Please, Tommy, Oh please!"
Tommy follows through until there is a massive eruption and Dylan screams out! It lasts for a long time and as Dylan keeps shooting, Tommy quickly takes off the clothespins and caresses his balls. "Oh man, oh God, oh Tommy, you turned me inside out, baby. I'm a weak mess for you now. :
"Stay that way, pup." Tommy touches the tip of dylan's dick and Dylan screams again. Tommy starts spreading the cum around dylan's groin and his balls, rubbing it all into his skin. dylan's dick lies soft and exhausted now.
Tommy removes Dylan's bonds, lies on the bed and puts his arms around his sticky lover and cuddles him, loving him so very much. Dylan dozes off and Tommy is happy to see him so relaxed and happy and feasts on the sight of him. When Dylan awakes, Tommy kisses him into consciousness.
"Sticky, Daddy!"
"I know baby, and I'm gonna make you stickier. I'm gonna fuck my boy now." Tommy gently removes the plug, lubes himself up again, raises dylan's legs up over his head.
"Keep your eyes on mine, boy."
Dylan loses himself in Tommy's eyes as Tommy gently enters him and takes possession of his sub lover.
"Please, Daddy, fuck me hard!"
Tommy takes action, pounding and aiming for his lover's prostate until at last Dylan shouts out and cums a second time. Tommy quickly follows him into ecstasy and holds himself within Dylan for as long as he can.
"Okay, sticky sweetheart. Showers now." He helps Dylan off the bed and practically carries him into the shower. Dylan is apparently boneless at this point. The shower helps wake him up, somewhat. Tommy quickly washes himself and then turns all his attention to his boyfriend. Body first, lots of soap, getting all the stickiness and dried cum washed away. Special attention to his well-fucked butt and Tommy can't help putting soap on his finger and inserting it until Dylan squeals and runs away from him. He pulls Dylan back and pours almost half a bottle of shampoo into the boy's hair, working it like it's never been worked before.
"I remember Jr. High, Dylan, when all I wanted to do was wash your hair for you when you stayed over. You never seemed to do a good job with it. One day I almost demanded you let me to it, but then I thought better of it."
`You should have. Maybe we would have realized where we were headed. Oh, baby, it feels so wonderful when you massage my scalp like that. Dylan loves the way Tommy takes care of him. Always has.
"Okay, boy, stand back against the opposite wall." Tommy turns the water off except for the spray nozzle. "Shave time." he soaps up Dylan's groin and deftly uses the razor on him, slow stoke by slow stroke. Dylan groans from this attention, and also from the reality that Tommy wants his boy shaved smooth like a baby's bottom. Not allowed pubes any more. As Tommy is working on him, he says, "Mike was telling me how he takes his slaves to be waxed once every couple of months." "Ouch!" "Yes, I know. Not for you, baby. I like being able to do this to you, stripping you myself, turning you into a nicely shaved sub."
"I like it too, Tommy." It's awkward and difficult to get to the taint. Dylan has to raise his leg and keep it raised for a long time. And then the butt crack too, but that isn't as difficult. Just humiliating. Fine.
They dry each other off and then return to the bedroom. Tommy takes the cage to the sink and gives it a good cleaning and then calls Dylan in so he can lock him in once again. As usual, after the cage is locked, Dylan needs a bit of time to adjust to the idea all over again. This time Tommy helps by looking directly into his eyes. "You are loved. You are safe. You are mine. I own that dick. I keep it locked for its own protection. You submit to me in this because it pleases me. You submit to this so that my cock is the only cock that matters between us. I reduce you to my beloved slaveboy. You have no rights over your dick, boy. And it turns you on to be locked for me, doesn't it, boy?"
"Yes, Master." Dylan surrenders once again, never knowing how long it will be before he is set free once again. But usually, it isn't too long. Tommy likes access to it himself.
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