Chapter 35. We're both on the same page
Dylan gets home with a big smile on his face and Tommy giggles when he sees him. "Hey, pup, what's got you smiling so much?"
"Oh man, I just had a wonderful conversation with Sammy in the coffee shop. He has a little problem that he's trying to fix and he wanted some advice. And we talked about bunches of other stuff as well. Thanks for suggesting I should try to get to know him."
"Very interesting. he chuckles It so happens that Peter talked to me today about some difficulty he's having as well."
"Same difficulty, I wonder?"
"Does yours begin with "f"?"
"Yup. So what did you tell him?
"What did YOU tell him?
They both laugh their heads off.
"Well I told him to take his time bit by bit for it to happen."
"Precisely, but from opposite perspectives. The Dom would want to help make it happen, maybe even seduce him."
"And I was telling him to seduce himself."
"Seduce yourself? Can that actually happen?"
"It did for me. You have no idea how much discipline it took for me to have to suck your cock the first time?"Again they both break down laughing.
While still laughing, Tommy tries to tell him "No it took the discipline NOT to go suck my cock when you thought I was straight." More laughter.
"But seriously, Tommy, my awesome dude, I'm feeling so good that this would be a wonderful time for me to suck your cock. Please?"
"Hot! Come on, babe. Where? How?
"You with no pants on standing before me while I'm kneeling."
"you got it, sub boy."
Tommy quickly takes off his pants and underpants and stands there, already erect.
Dylan looks into his eyes. "Please, Tommy?"
Tommy says, "take it, boy." Dylan practically pounces in Tommy's dick, but then pulls back to work in the head the way Tommy likes so much.
"Oh yeah, my little buddy, make your Tommy feel real real good. Like it's the very first time."
For Dylan, it's an act of worship, trying to give Tommy as much pleasure as he can, and enjoying the experience as much as ever as he brings his hero to completion and then consumes his essence. It gives him such pleasure to think that now Tommy is in his bloodstream
And Tommy, in addition to the physical pleasure, which is outrageous, is the emotional pleasure of seeing his beloved boy so happy to love him, and also, let us not admit, a bit of kinky pleasure watching the naked slaveboy servicing its Master.
And the amazing thing? After it's done, Dylan never feels as if he's missed out on something. Tommy's sexual pleasure becomes his submissive ecstasy.
To continue the celebration, Tommy calls out for a pizza and then calls Phil and Doug to see if they're interested in coming over. They're not answering. But suddenly a call comes from Elliot who asks if he can come over for a while. Dylan checks with Tommy for a second then gets back on the phone: "Sure. We'd love to see you and hear what happened. You sound very happy."
"Yes. I'll be there in a jiffy."
"good. we just ordered a pizza so you can eat with us."
"awesome, dude. do you want me to pick up anything for you?"
"just what you want to drink if it's not beer. coffee or juice.,"
"I'll get some Gatorade. Master said I need to replace what I lost from our session."
"Wow, Cool. We'll leave the door unlocked. Just lock it behind you when you come in."
"Yes. Sir"
Dylan laughs. "He said `yes, Sir" he must be well broken in."
Tommy giggles. "That's probably what he's been saying all day. Force of habit."
"You're my habit, Sir."
Tommy smiles at him. "Then get on your knees between my legs, pet." Dylan kneels before him and lays his head on his thigh. Tommy plays with his hair affectionately. "Love you, boy." Dylan reaches around and hugs him. "Love you too, Daddy." Tommy snorts.
In just a couple minutes, Elliot comes in with a six-pack of Gatorade. He takes off his flip flops and walks into the kitchen to put the stuff in the fridge and then walks into the living room, barefoot.
Tommy is sitting shirtless on the couch. Dylan in his black boxer briefs is kneeling on the floor between his legs resting in his lap while Tommy is caressing his hair. Elliot smiles to see them that way and is pleased that they don't bother getting dressed better for him. It makes him feel more like family.
He goes over to them, not sure what he should do. He scratches his head and giggles.
Tommy says, "what are you giggling at?"
Elliot says, "I can't decide whether to sit, stand or kneel and it's funny because this is the first time I have make a decision on my own. All day, all I had to do was obey and do what I was told to do."
Tommy looks at him and says, in a stern voice, "Well why don't you sit on the floor next to Dylan? And take your shirt off, dude. No shirts tonight."
Elliot sits down and takes his shirt off as ordered.
Tommy whispers to Dylan "don't look up, pup. stay down. settle in." Tommy looks Elliot over and says, "hmmmm it looks like you've been worked over a bit, boy. Turn and let me see your back." Elliot shows him."Holy shit! Really worked over. You okay? You need anything?"
"No, Tommy, I'm really fine. Sore, but fine. Tommy, this Dom I was with today was so amazing, the way he guided me and took me over and helped me realize important things about myself."
Dylan stirs. "Come on up here, Dylan. Let's listen together to Elliot's tale."
Dylan gets up and walks around Elliot and says, "Oh my. You sure you don't want us to give you something to help. Looks like you really got whipped good."
"Whipped very good. Twice. And what do you have to give me?"
Tommy says, "I have stuff I use on Dylan when I mark him up a bit, but never as much as you. It's good as pain reliever and also helps the skin heal because it's got a lot of Vitamin E and aloe in it. WE got it from this place that sells bdsm equipment. I really think you should let me use it on you. You'll be glad I did. Did he whip your ass too?"
"He whipped me everywhere. Is it okay if I show you? If I get naked? I am a slave, after all?"
Tommy says, "Sure."
Dylan says, "So he helped you make up your mind what you want to be? Damn, I must say you sound very pleased, not at all like you were when Mike brought you over here."
Elliot strips off his pants and underpants and stands up, not the least bit embarrassed; in fact, it seems that he is proud of the marks on him. Tommy "You're not kidding when you said everywhere. My goodness. Hold on, I'll get the stuff." Tommy goes inside. Dylan whispers to Elliot. "I'm surprised that he actually let you strip naked. I think he's a little concerned."
Elliot says, `no need for it. I'm fine."
Tommy comes back with a jar. "What hurts the most, Elliot?"
"ummm, the marks on my right side and down the top of my leg. and the welt underneath my nipples. Everything else just feels real sore." Tommy warns him that it might sting at first. He starts on elliot's side and, sure, enough, he yelps when Tommy touches him, but then moans..."oh man, that feels so good. so cooling."
Dylan assures him, "it's really good stuff, Elliot. Tommy welted my bottom once with his cane and the welts were gone in two days."
Elliot smiles at him, "so you ARE a slave!"
Tommy quickly answers, "it's complicated to explain. Sometimes, Dylan just gets . . . "
Dylan jumps in, "sometimes I get this feeling that I want Tommy to get rough with me, but not exactly like a Master."
Elliot asks, "so, not like a real full-time slave then?"
Tommy, "right. not at all like that." He messes with dylan's hair. "it's just that Dylan seems to have many subpersonalities in him . . . . things we've played with over the years before we ever got sexual . . . . damn, it's hard to explain."
Elliot keeps grunting as Tommy makes his way around his whipped body.
"Ok, no need to explain further. But I think I discovered tonight that my personality is definitely SLAVE. all the way. This guy I was with today is the best . . . what should I say. . . teacher? coach? . . . Master, definitely. He taught me so much today in so many ways. And he's really big into control and I want that so much. . . to have a man control me."
"So how did you meet this guy?" asks Tommy.
"He answered my houseboy ad, believe it or not. He asked me a lot of questions, told me he wanted me to work naked and that he might discipline me if I could handle it. We talked more about things and he got me to confess to him that I really want to become someone's slave. So he said that I should call him Master and expect to have a wild time and the hell with the housework. And so that's what happened."
"What's his name?" Tommy asked.
"Master Larry. And I did end up cleaning his kitchen and doing his laundry, in between getting thrashed and serving his body. It was hot as hell."
"So are you going to become his slave?"
"Not sure yet. He wants me to think about it some more because there are things he'll expect from a slave that I might not be into."
"Such as?" Dylan is really getting into this.
"CBT, piss, mind control, stuff like that. So I have a lot to think about."
Dylan thinks, "So that is also why you like being a houseboy so much . . . all your `customers' have control over you, tell you what to do."
"Yes. And a couple make me work naked. And one even spanks me. Master Larry says this is good work for me cause it keeps me in sub mentality all week."
Tommy turns to Dylan: "Interesting, isn't it? The same way that Peter wants sammy to keep working as a . . . an escort?"
Dylan, "or to put it more bluntly, a high class prostitute."
Elliot looks real interested. "Prostitute? How so?"
"He works for this agency which matches boys to clients with kinky needs based on their profiles. He specifies what his interests and limits are and the clients choose who they want. He says he makes an awful lot of money from it. And now he's living with peter and Peter is his Master and Peter insists he keeps satisfying clients during the week for the same reason, I think, that you do what you do."
"Oh, I remember. Please give Sammy my number. I might want to give that a try. Unless I decide to give myself to Master Larry with all his demands."
Tommy says, "I think I got all the good spots, Elliot. Why don't you put your tshirt and underpants back on so you don't get everything slimy here when you sit down."
"Okay" Elliot carefully puts his underwear on.
"How's that?"
"I feel so much better. thank you, Tommy."
"yOu'll have to get some of this stuff. I'll tell you where later."
The doorbell rings. "That must be the pizza. Since you're the most dressed, would you mind getting it at the door? Everything's already paid and the tip given."
"sure."
Elliot opens the door in his underwear. The delivery boy does a double-take but says nothing, just looks at him strangely.
"Let's go to the kitchen," says Tommy.
Dylan puts out plates and they start eating.
"So, Elliot, why don't you start by telling us about the whipping you experienced and why you don't seem to be upset about it?"
"sure. Master has a lot of skill with whips. What he did was have me lay out naked on the floor on my tummy. He brought out several different kinds of whips. I got scared at first, but he calmed me down and told me that he was going to try different things to find my tolerances and to see my reactions until he found the one what was just right for me."
Dylan, "define `just right'"
"He explained that he wanted something that would have me writhing around on the floor and whimpering—that turns him one—but without doing any serious damage or causing me to use my safeword."
Tommy "What's your safeword?"
"Elliot."
Tommy and Dylan crack up. "Same for Dylan."
"Your safe word is "Elliot?"
"no, dumbass. it's Dylan."
"Right. Master says that it's a shock to hear someone say their own name. Gets a Master's attention right away."
"I dunno. I've never used mine."
"Never?"
Tommy looks at Dylan "Baby, there was one time with our parents when you needed to stop a conversation . . "
Dylan: "Oh yeah, I remember now. there are some things that make me very nervous and upset if they're talked about. Mostly my experiences with my family's abuse. And that's enough about that. But it's true, that is the only time I've ever safeworded. Tommy really knows me well and never ever takes me to that point. So what's cool about it is that if I'm really in a masochistic mood I can scream and yell and cry and beg him to stop and he knows I'm still really okay."
"Hmmm. Never thought of it that way. Damn! That's right. There I was on the floor writhing around trying to avoid the whip and I was crying out and he knew he didn't need to stop, that I was able to take it. Makes a lot of sense now."
Dylan wants him to keep talking: "so. , "
"So anyway, he had the whips lined up in order of severity. the first one he used practically just ticked me a little. It was very light. The second one was a little bit more stingy, but not really too much at all. But the third one: Damn! That's the one that marked me up. I was practically rolling on the floor—that's how I got welts in strange places, but he just wouldn't stop. He kept going up until right before I was going to safeword, and he seemed to know it, so he stopped before I had to use it. But damn, I was crying and sobbing like a baby, and it felt so damn good! man! And he said it made me really beautiful in his eyes. He loves my tears. In fact when I was really crying a lot he made me crawl over to him and wet down his feet with my tears ----like that story in the bible---- "
Dylan "Wow! Hot! and you said he whipped you twice?"
"Yes. Right at the end after he came about three or four times from me blowing him or him fucking me . . . oh I have to tell you about getting fucked!—anyway, he said that since I was such a good boy he was going to let me cum, BUT . . . in order to do that, I had to get back down on the floor again and jerk off while he whipped me some more and he wouldn't stop whipping me until I came in my hand and ate it. I was fucking out of my mind!!!!!"
Tommy looks at Dylan: "You want me to try that?"
Dylan blushes and remains silent.
Tommy, "so about getting fucked . . . "
"I had told him that some guy had tried to fuck me once but it hurt too much and I screamed so he stopped trying. Master told me that he was going to fuck me a lot, and that he promised me that it would never ever hurt, that that guy didn't know what he was doing."
Dylan, "I can understand that. Tommy never ever hurts me!" He takes tommy's hand and kisses it.
"Well, he had this way of preparing me with fingers, very very slowly, and it never ever hurt, in fact it felt so good that I was going crazy and started begging him to fuck me with his dick. It was so awesome that later when he said he was going to do it again, I was so happy."
Tommy says, "that's the way it should be. Always."
Elliot continues, "he explained so much to me about things, and about my need to be a slave, and he also told me that he was very controlling and he sensed that I needed that so if I kept giving myself to him he would begin to control my life more and more and more."
Tommy, "Interesting."
Dylan, "like you don't do that to me?"
Tommy laughs. "Since third grade, dude."
Dylan explains, "all our lives, Elliot. everything everyway and that's one of the things I love so much about him."
"Well I'm getting a taste of it now."
"when are you going to see him again?"
"Not until next week. Just so that he knows I'm not having second thoughts, because that sometimes happens. And you know what? He is really caring. I mean, like when I asked for permission to come over here, he told me he was glad I was because it would be good for me to be with people who cared for me tonight and not alone."
"Why didn't he just have you stay over?"
"dunno. I never questioned it."
"which is good for a slave."
"Yeah!. And oh yeah, he asked me where I was going to live this summer. I thought maybe he was gonna tell me to live with him, but no, that's not what he was getting at. I told him I wasn't sure yet. A couple of "customers" invited me to stay with them but I don't want to do that. Tommy `You could have stayed with us."
"No he has an even better idea. he told me he has a friend who is a Master who has a slave that lives in a 2-bedroom apartment and needs a roommate. He said he'd make arrangements for me to move in there if things work out between us. And get this: this other guy is 45 years old, and Master told me that he's been a slave since college!!!! Can you believe it? Half of his life he's been a slave. And the guy is a high school teacher. Teaches during the year and works Landscaping with his Master's business over the summer. Master called it "slave labor."
Tommy makes an observation. "Elliot, you keep referring to him as `Master.' It sounds like you're already thinking of yourself as his slave."
"Hmmm, I never realized that. But you're right, Tommy. I felt that way when I was with him. Oh, and something else: if I move in there, IT'S FREE. rent free. it turns out that Master owns the building. Look at all the money I'll be saving!"
"Wow. You sure sound like you lucked out big time, Elliot."
"It might be free, Elliot, but there's obviously a big price you'll have to pay. Think about that. Especially if he wants things from you that you're not ready to give." Tommy, as usual, is the sensible one in this group. He continues: "allow me to be skeptical: are you telling me that there isn't ANYTHING that happened today that caused you to think maybe you made a mistake, or maybe you're going too far, or something that he made you do that you really didn't like but had to put up with?"
Elliot thinks for a minute . . . "well once after he came in my mouth he gave a little squirt of piss and made me taste it and swallow it. That was okay, but then he told me that if he expects any slave he rules to serve as his urinal. I have to think about that."
Tommy says, "I like to do a little bit of piss play, but I really don't think I want Dylan to ever drink it down like some of those guys you see in porn videos."
Dylan "and I'm not really sure I'd ever want to."
Elliot says, "Well, he's been up front with me. I know what might very well happen somewhere down the road if I go back to him."
Tommy, "but apparently it's not scaring you away."
"No."
Dylan tells tommy, "I don't think I told you, but sammy is forced to drink almost all the time except for first thing in the morning, because it's too strong that time."
Tommy, "damn. I can't imagine cute little sammy doing that . . . but hey, who am I to judge?"
Tommy turns to Elliot, "well, Elliot, you sound good. you sound happy. It sounds like he's a caring man, he knows what he's doing and he's concerned for your safety. And I'm really glad you decided to come over here tonight rather than going home alone. And this way, if you end up feeling shitty in the morning, or wake up thinking, "What the fuck did I do yesterday?!!!!!" at least you'll be with us to help you process it." "I really appreciate this, guys."
Dylan, `Hey, Elliot, you're family, dude." Dylan gets up to clear the table and put things away.
Tommy, "You gonna be okay to sleep upstairs tonight, or would you rather we fix the couch for you so you can be close to us?"
Elliot, "thanks, tommy. I'll be okay upstairs. And if I wake up or freak out, I'll have my phone. I can always call."
Tommy. "Cool. Well, we're going to say goodnight now. I want to put Dylan to bed now."
Dylan "You see, Elliot? Control. Look at the way he says it. I love it!" Tommy "We'd hug you, but you're marked and welted all over so we'll avoid it. Good night for now. Call if you need anything. Do you have any exams tomorrow?"
"No. Just work. Exams thurs and Fri mornings."
Dylan "well, you know your way around the kitchen. feel free to make coffee if you get up before us." they all say goodnight.
Once they piss and get into the bedroom, Dylan says to Tommy, "all that talk about whipping got me real horny." Tommy replies, "good. Blow me, slave." "Yes, Master. Please give me your cock to suck."
And we know how they ended the night.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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