Chapter 36. Wednesday
When Elliot went to the kitchen, Dylan was sitting there naked and having his coffee. Elliot couldn't help staring at Dylan's cage. Dylan noticed.
"Have you ever seen one of these before?"
"No, I haven't. It looks . . . interesting. Does it ever hurt?"
"Only once in a while when my dick tries to get hard, but after a time it tends to learn that isn't possible and stops fighting. Thank God. The first few days were really tough. But now I'm used to it, and the sub in me really gets off on the idea that Tommy has done this to me and that I'm letting him control me down there. And you know what is really hot?"
"What, Dylan?"
"That when Tommy lets me blow him, or when he fucks me, I really have begun to believe that there is only one cock in this relationship and that cock gives both of us pleasure. And when Tommy cums, it feels to me like I'm cumming. That might sound really weird, but that's what's happening for me."
"do you ever get to cum?"
"Yes. Sometimes when Tommy fucks me, and sometimes he uses his fingers to massage my prostate. He really enjoys doing that. And it's weird cumming while not getting hard. It feels good, but not as good as the real thing."
"Does he ever let you masturbate?"
"No. He says he never wants me to touch my cock again. It's his cock, not mine. And whenever he takes off my cage, to clean it or to shave me or whatever, he always ties up my hands so I can't reach it."
"Does he ever jerk you off? Oh, I'm sorry, this is far too personal. forget I asked."
"No problem, Elliot. You can always ask me anything. Think of me as just a fellow sub or even slave if it helps. Yes, he masturbates me sometimes. That is an unbelievable experience. I am truly his when it comes to cumming. Dylan giggles.
"I've been ordered not to masturbate between now the next time I'm under a Dom's control. I really had a hard struggle this morning, because this is probably the first morning in years that I haven't masturbated. I had to spray my dick and balls with cold water to get it to go down. I found myself wishing that I was caged. That would make it easier, I think."
"Well sure, but that is up to the Master who owns you, if you ever surrender to one. Some want their slaves caged and some like to see their dicks hanging even though they're forbidden to touch them. That's even more humiliating, it would seem to me. But what do I know? Tommy's had me caged ever since he saw the cages when we were shopping at Evanston's.
"Shit. I really need to become some man's slave!"
"Well it sounds like you have an opportunity," says Tommy, if you're willing to submit to his desires for you. That's what you thought you wanted, Elliot. Now it seems possible."
"He told me that if I become his slave he will want my emails and my passwords. And that he will start responding to my emails."
"Why?"
"Well, I ran that ad on Monday saying I was looking for a Master. Master Larry was the first to reply. But there have been three replies since. Meanwhile, Master Larry actually answered an email from coach this morning telling him that there's a good chance I won't be coming back to the team next year!"
"Wow" both guys say at once.
"Dylan only has his college email and everything in it gets forwarded to me. But he's been doing that since we were freshmen."
"Why"
"Just because," Dylan answers. I liked the idea so I started to do it. Tommy didn't make me or anything. But a couple of times I've gotten some really nasty shit sent to me, and Tommy takes care of it."
"Nasty? Like what?"
"well, some guy was stalking me after he realized I was the guy who was blowing him in Dillinger Hall. He used to make me suck him off in his room every day and said he would spread my secret through the whole school if I didn't, but tommy put a stop to it and he hasn't bothered me since. And now it doesn't matter because I'm completely out." Tommy adds, "And some time his brothers try fucking with his head, too, but I've let them know that we have pictures of the things they did to Dylan, and if they don't just cut him out of their lives, my father is going to press charges for child abuse."
Dylan says "Dylan."
"Okay, baby boy, we'll stop talking about that."
Dylan says to Elliot. "See how the safe word works?"
"You use it to stop conversation."
Tommy explains, "Dylan can use it to stop anything that might give him anxiety. and that kind of talk does, big time. So let's change the subject."
Dylan says, "I'm gonna make some pancakes. You want any, Elliot?" Elliot, "thanks, Dylan, but no thanks. I'm going to get going. I'm working this afternoon and I have some things to do before I have to go. And by the way, I put the sheets and towels in the wash and made the room over upstairs. thanks again for last night. I'm really glad I was able to tell you guys what's going on."
Tommy, "Elliot, don't forget what we told you. You're family. Come to us with anything any time, and hopefully one of these days, if things continue for you, we hope to meet this Master who's in the process of remaking your life."
Elliot says "that would be nice. Some day. Bye for now, guys."
He takes off. and goes home.
Tommy and Dylan enjoy their pancake breakfast. Dylan even has his own plate this time. After they finish eating, Tommy gets up and hugs Dylan from behind. Dylan kisses his arms. "Love you, my man. Love you so much." Tommy kisses Dylan on top of his head. "Hey pup, I guess we have Elliot to watch out for now."
Dylan: "fine with me. We have a lot to offer these subs. A safe place to come to. A loving atmosphere. We're hip to the dom/sub/slave thing and are accepting of it. And I think we set a good example."
Tommy asks, "Dylan, did you ever go through a stage where you thought you might want to become a slave like they are?"
"Not really, Tommy because it was always all about you. I could never imagine myself with anyone else, and I somehow knew you would never turn into a Master, but there were times when you did make me feel like a sub, even when I didn't realize what that was. And I was a little scared of you because I thought you were definitely straight. Afraid that you wouldn't be able to deal with my secret, or that, actually, I feared that you might be disappointed in me."
"Oh baby, I could never be disappointed in you. You were always the apple of my eye. And I understood early on that you were submissive, but I never thought in terms of dom/sub and anything sexual. But I knew you were always waiting for my decisions about things, and that you always did anything I ever wanted you to do, and that it made you so happy whenever I praised you for anything at all."
"You were my medicine, Tommy. You protected me from the poison I had to live with. Ten minutes with you undid 10 hours of misery with those others."
"I always wanted to hug you but I thought you might think it too weird," admits Tommy. "that's why I kept making up games where I could tie you up. It was my boy's way of hugging you, I guess."
"There was so much to those games, Tommy. So much more than we ever realized at the time."
"that's for sure."
"I hated it that one summer when you went away to camp for two weeks. It was the longest two weeks of my life."
"Did I ever tell you why my parents insisted on me going?"
"no. Why?"
"Because they wanted me to make other friends when you weren't around, to find out what it was like."
"Were they unhappy that we spent so much time together?"
"no, nothing like that, at least that's not the way my mother explained it to me when I threw a tantrum about going."
"I didn't know you fought about going. I thought maybe you wanted to get away from me. That's what my mother told me, that you wanted to hang around with guys who were much more high class than me."
"That bitch! That's not at all what it was about. Mom told me that she thought it would be good for me to have the experience without Dylan in it, just so that I would know I could have a good time with other people—guys—besides you, but she figured that the separation might make us feel even more committed to each other after it was over. You know, I think she had an intuition that we would be in love, even before we ever thought that way."
"Well it was horrible. I cried myself to sleep every night. I went for walks into the woods and I would sit under a tree and pray that you wouldn't forget me. I had trouble breathing, as if I had lost a lung with you gone. I wished I could just go unconscious until you came back."
"I did have some fun, but every time something cool would happen I just couldn't wait to get to tell you about it. I had a couple of buddies to pal around with, but they were mostly guys that you and I usually palled around with anyway, not new people. I had a big ache in my tummy all the time. One of the counselors got on my case and wanted to know why I seemed so depressed sometimes and I told him it was because I was missing my girlfriend back home."
Dylan giggles. "You call me a lot names, sweetheart, but please don't EVER call me "girlfriend."
They both laugh.
Dylan says, "Go relax or something. I'm gonna be a good slave and clean up the kitchen."
"Good boy. I want to check some emails and stuff."
When Tommy opens his email he sees a note to Dylan from Sammy, asking if he would have some time to visit with him after he got done with school stuff today. Tommy got a bright idea and wrote to Peter and invited the two of them over to dinner tonight. Peter gladly accepted. Peter didn't need to check with sammy any more than Tommy needed to check with Dylan. They were fellow Alphas.
Tommy hangs up the phone just as Dylan comes into the office. He gets down on the floor and starts to play with Tommy's toes. Tommy pushes back from the desk to give him free access. Dylan snuggles his feet and begins to kiss and lick them, a favorite way of him making love to his beloved. While he is going it, in between moans, Tommy tells him that they're having company tonight.
"Peter and Sammy are coming over for dinner. What are we going to serve them?"
"Any ideas?"
"Yes. A nice rich stew in the crock pot. There are recipes in the book which came with it."
"Do we need to go shopping?"
"Yes. Let me check to see what we need. Can we go together, sweetheart?"
"Sure. And maybe we can look around for things to get for our best men."
"Good idea."
THE DINNER
They are happy to be together, the four of them. The minute Peter and sammy come through the door, Tommy and Dylan can tell that something has shifted between them. Exactly what, they do not know at first, but it quickly becomes apparent within the first 5 minutes of their arrival. Dylan, as usual, is wearing nothing but his black boxer-briefs; he and Tommy are holding hands as they greet their guests.
When they see Dylan stripped that way, Peter leans into sammy and kisses his neck and whispers, "I think you should strip, pup." sammy smiles at him and starts to take off his shirt. It gets stuck and Peter helps him pull it off, then opens his jeans and stands back so sammy can pull them down and off as well, and lay them in the basket by the door.
"Aren't they beautiful this way?" Peter asks Tommy. "Like twins. Sub twins," responds Tommy. "Would you two stand together with your arms around each other's neck so I can get a picture?" asks Peter. they comply and offer their boyish smiles to the view of the camera as it snaps a couple of shots of them.
"Something smells real good," observes sammy. "I've had this stew cooking in the crock pot all day," says Dylan. I hope it comes out good; it's the first time I made it." "Don't forget the biscuits," Tommy reminds Dylan. "Yes, Sir," he answers and takes sammy by the hand and brings him into the kitchen.
"Peter is acting differently tonight," Dylan observes. "Yes," agrees sammy. All day today, he's been acting more and more affectionate, but that didn't stop him from paddling my ass good and hard before we left the house." sammy pulls down the back of his underpants to show Dylan.
"Woosh! he sure knows how to spank." "Yeah." "Okay with you?"
"Definitely. He said it would help me remember what I am while I'm here." "and what are you?" "his slave," answers Sammy, and he answers with a certain pride and happiness. "no doubt about it."
Dylan gets pensive. "I'm beginning to notice something: that affection really helps a sub or slave to maintain its identity." sammy agrees,
"that's what I'm beginning to understand myself. At first I was quite afraid of Peter and of what he would turn into, and, to be honest, I thought of backing away. But now, no. I'm where I need to be and he's been helping me to get there and it's all so real and I would do anything for him, anything at all. And it's even a turn-on for me when he punishes me for something because I know he is helping me become even better slave, and the better I get, the happier I am. Weird, huh?"
"No, I don't think so, sammy. You're on to something." "I'm on to Peter," answers sammy. "I know what that's like. I've been on to Tommy for over 10 years now, even though it wasn't sexual. And now that it is, sexually I'm really a total slave to him even though we don't use those labels all the time. but, like you, I would do anything for him, and I really like it when he makes demands of me. But, I have to say, he never really punishes me. Or at least, not yet."
"That's because you used all these years to learn how to be a perfect sub to him. And first it was puppy love, but now it's real love that motivates you both."
Peter and Tommy come into the kitchen. sammy falls to his knees and wraps his arms around Peter's waist, burying his face in peter's crotch. Peter toys with his hair.
"I see you've cast your spell over him," remarks Tommy as he massages Dylan's shoulders and then messes up his hair. "Or maybe he's cast his spell over me. He's making me want to be the best Master I can possibly be," admits Peter.
"Two way street," remarks Dylan. "It has to be that way." Tommy says, "I can't wait until it's time for dylan and I to exchange our vows at the wedding. I'm already working on mine." Dylan takes the biscuits out of the oven. The table was already set. `I think the best way for us to do this is to each help ourselves out of the crock pot rather than bringing it to the table. You guys go first."
sammy goes first and fills a bowl with the stew and then hands it to Peter, then gets his own and the two of them sit down, sammy somewhat gingerly. Tommy notices it. "a little sore, boy?" sammy just smiles at him with his little boy smile. Peter looks very proud. Tommy sits at the table without taking any food. Dylan fixes a bowl for him and then places it in front of him while kissing his head, then takes his own and sits down.
A wonderful meal ensues, and all enjoy it. They talk about things at school. Peter tells them how he's sent an email to the swim team outing Sammy ans offering his services to any member who needs the services of a "submissive faggot."
"You're really pimping him out, aren't you?" says Tommy.
Peter answers, "Yes, indeed, but in a way I'm fulfilling this slut's dream; there are so many guys on the team that he's lusted after; maybe he'll get a taste of them. I understand his hidden secret desires, right, boy?"
"Right, Sir. I don't know I any will want me, but even the idea is turning me on like crazy."
Tommy asks if Sammy will be allowed to be on the team next year. Peter says no.
"Wow. Coach is going to have a cow. He's losing dylan and I, and Elliot and now Sammy as well," says Tommy.
"There's no way I can have this boy out in public in nothing but a speedo," says Peter, "because there will always be welts and other scars on him. He gets the strap on his ass before bed every night and I have a cane and a whip for daytime motivation," adds Peter. dylan's eyes grow wide. "I'm a strong advocate for corporal punishment," he adds, and it suits this slave's masochistic desires well. We're certainly agreed on that." Sammy's keeping his eyes lowered. He finds it humiliating to hear Peter talk so openly about the way he is dealing with training his new slaveboy.
"Our friend Elliot had a heavy session with a Master yesterday and he was marked up all over his body but yet in good spirits. He's considering going back for more and possibly even becoming the man's slave," says Tommy, "but there are some things the Master says are non-negotiable and Elliot isn't sure he can measure up."
"Then it's best he hold off and get more experience somewhere else. Do you know what the deal-breakers are?" asks Peter
"Only to a point," answers Tommy. Dylan speaks up, "apparently this Master insists that his slave serve as his urinal. That's the thing that's scaring Elliot away from him, I think."
Sammy turns bright red. "Tell them, boy," Peter orders him. "Go ahead. Let them know what kind of a slave you're becoming."
Sammy stammers, but says to Tommy and dylan, "Remember at the party when I started asking if dylan drank your piss?" he asks. "The reason I was wondering was because I know I was going to have to serve Peter that way. As his urinal."
Tommy asks, "And it's already happening, Sammy? You're drinking Peter's piss now?"
"Almost all the time," says Peter, and reaches out and puts his hand underneath the boy's chin and raises it up. "Look them both in the eye and tell them that you drink my piss a few times a day. Go on. Do it, boy!"
He doesn't let Sammy drop his head. He looks to Tommy and dylan and admits it. "Yes, I drink down all of Peter's piss a few times a day, whenever he wants me to. I ,. . . . I'm that kind of a slave now for him."
"Only for me," advises Peter, "although if I ever feel the boy needs a serious attitude adjustment, he'll find himself on his knees swallowing down other mens' loads as well. I like the idea that I've subjugated the slave that much . . . . although I do have some health concerns so it's not going to happen often."
"Sammy!" says Sammy.
"Okay. no more talk of piss tonight," says Peter, responding to Sammy's safe word. Sammy breathes a sigh of relief.
"I know this boy better than it knows itself. It needs as many forms of degradation as I can think up, and I plan to do a lot of thinking about that," explains Peter. "Slave, clear the table and wash the dishes. Give dylan a chance to relax," he orders Sammy, who immediately stands up and gets to work.
While Sammy is cleaning up, Peter goes on to tell them about a date' he arranged for tomorrow night and how he's going to be there to observe it. "I wouldn't be comfortable having sammy drive home alone after getting worked over; it's a 40 minute drive. If those guys hadn't agreed to my being there, I would have made sammy cancel the invitation. But as it stands, it's going to be a really hot evening, and I know sammy will be safe. It's for two roommates in their mid-twenties, both guards in the state prison, eager to act out some of the fantasies they have about their prisoners, things they would never dare try with them. It's going to be fun. I'm giving them freedom to do whatever they want to put this wiseass in his place,' so it's right in line with what I know my slave needs, how it needs to be treated. Should be a real hot time. I made it clear though that they can't use truncheons or nightsticks on the slave; they'll have to be satisfied using straps. They're fine with that rule."
"How did you find them?"
"Actually, Sammy found them through an ad he placed on that bdsm app, so he's got no one to blame but himself. From now on I'll take over placing ads and arranging for further contacts. I'd really be satisfied with the slave working as a nude houseboy, under the lash when needed. But we'll see what develops as time goes by."
"And you don't seem to mind him doing what he's doing," Tommy asks.
"Not at all. And not just because of the money. I'm not at a point where I need us to be exclusive like you two, I know he's got this inner slut thing going on and to be honest, it turns me on too. I don't know where we'll go with this in the future, but I'll make those decisions when the time comes."
Sammy speaks up: "I really like it that Master is making the decisions for me, even regarding this. I like submitting to the control. Just like you, Dylan."
"Oh sure," Dylan responds, even when we were kids, Tommy made all the decisions: what we play, what movies to see, what snacks we had, even how I dressed sometimes. So now it's just enhanced. I'm even happy that he's got me locked up."
"I thought I'd hate that," says Sammy, "but there's something about it that I never expected to feel." Tommy notes, "from what I've read, guys who get locked in chastity always seem to get a lot out of it. And I have to admit that it turns the shit out of me that I have that kind of control over my boy, over my husband."
Peter raises an issue. "Speaking of control, I'm just wondering if you guys have any opinion about this Master Elliot has met."
Dylan looks at Tommy and Tommy nods. "I'm really concerned. He was over here last night head over heels about this guy and he had welts all over him which Tommy took care of. It bothers me that Elliot has fallen so fast for someone who may end up being too much of a sadist. He just had a bad experience with Tommy's cousin, and now he's into someone very rough again."
Tommy continues, "he was with this guy only once, and the guy told him he will be taking charge of his email, and his passwords, and will be the one to respond to things sent to him without even speaking about it with Elliot.
Elliot only finds out when he reads what this guy writes in response to invitations and requests. And then on top of that, but he's sending him tonight to someone who claims to be an expert disciplinarian. Then he contacted Tommy to see if Elliot could come over here again tonight because he's concerned about him being alone after a beating. Again, he's organizing all this stuff without any feedback from Elliot and even without informing him about decisions he's making. He's even going to set him up with a place to move to after the semester ends—he'll have him move in with another slave. Elliot is blindly going along with it all. And get this: This master already admits that he can't be with Elliot a lot, so it seems he's turning him over to other strangers for discipline and God only knows what else. It all doesn't sit right with me."
Peter looks really concerned. "sounds like bad news, guys."
Sammy adds, "I could see the email control if a relationship of trust was already established; Master doesn't have my passwords and only sees what I want to show him. Maybe in time, I'd surrender it all, but to tell the truth, we never ever thought of it. The only control Master has right now is control over the work `invitations' I receive, and I'm glad about that because it makes me feel a lot safer."
Peter, "and that's the point. Even if I'm his Master, I don't think that gives me the right to arrange his life behind his back. A lot of red flags are going up over this."
Tommy says, "So we're agreed, it seems. We might want to make some kind of intervention tonight. Let's see what shape he's in when he gets here." The conversation continues about other matters until dinner is concluded with a wonderful dessert: a chocolate mousse that Tommy made using his mother's recipe.
After dinner, they go inside and put on a movie. Peter holds Sammy on his lap; Dylan kneels on a cushion, resting his face on Tommy the way he likes to do so much. Tommy strokes the back of his head and his back. Dylan coos.
Peter notes: "he really likes kneeling like that, doesn't he?" Tommy answers, "you bet. This isn't something I ordered or decided. Dylan does a lot of things for me on his own initiative, to show me how much he cares about me."
Sammy notes, "Yes, I know that. Dylan was telling me about some of the things he likes to do." Peter holds his hand over Sammy's mouth and whispers to him, "SSH! boy. suck on my thumb and keep quiet for now." Sammy obeys, of course.
Eventually Dylan turns around and sits with his back to Tommy, still between his legs, and almost unconsciously begins to play with his toes. As the movie ends, about 9:45, the doorbell rings. Dylan gets up to answer. Elliot comes in the door and falls into dylan's arms, sobbing his heart out.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
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