Chapter 39. Friday
Sweet morning cuddles. Finally, Tommy gets up and walks naked into the kitchen and fixes coffee for each of them and brings it to Dylan.
"You know, boy, that if you were really a slave, you'd be up early every morning to turn on the coffee and make me my breakfast."
"But you spoil me, stud. You've always spoiled me. Made me hopelessly hooked on you from an early age. I remember how you used to give me some of your food for lunch because I'd only usually get dried crackers and peanut butter."
"Baby, you didn't realize it, but Mom was always giving me extra food so I'd have something to give you. We knew how skinny you were and we worried about you. I remember when Mom first met you and she went to give you a hug and you backed away because you were afraid she was going to hit you. You were like a whipped puppy."
"And now I'm a whipped slave but it makes me happy to receive it from you, Master, because I know you love me and give me what I need."
"And you are always a good boy for me. I love you so much. Are you ready for your shower?"
"Tommy, can I do something subby for you?"
"what do you want to do, pup?"
"I want to lick you clean before shower. Your junk and armpits. I want to eat your night sweat."
"Perve. Go ahead."
Dylan pulls the covers off and buries his face between Tommy's legs and slurps him all over. Of course, it makes Tommy get hard and he tries to milk him but Tommy pulls him off.
"Later baby. Armpits, slaveboy. Clean me up good. Eat me, Dylan."
"Eating you is a holy act, Tommy, for me. Food I need, more important than food itself sometimes. Every time I look at you I grow hungry, especially when you don't have a shirt on."
Dylan licks his armpits and then starts sucking his nipples.
"You trying to get milk out of them, boy?"
"No, Sir, just trying to get you hard again. Make it hard for you to pee." Dylan giggles. Tommy smacks him on the butt and Dylan cries out,
"Ow! Tender back there, Sir. You whipped my ass good last night. Made me dream about you all night. You dressed in black with hearts all over you and holding a big whip and staring into my face, and me crawling on the ground before you."
"Even your dreams are pervy, dirty boy."
"Well it's better than nightmares, Sir. Been okay lately."
"that makes me happy. Okay Dylan, time for showers. Let's go, boy. You wash me first then I'll take care of you."
Just as they're about to go into the bathroom, Tommy's phone rings. "it's mom, he says."
"Hi, Mommy. Happy Friday to you. . . . . oh really? . . . that's great . . . . let me check."
He turns to Dylan. "Mom says we can have a 2 pm appointment with a stylist today, and he's very much into doing what I want done to you. Can we make it by then?"
"Sure we can. We don't have anything to move out of the dorm and I've handed in my exams."
back on phone "Okay, Mom. We'll head out right after lunch. . . . Out to dinner? the club? Do we need jackets? Just ties? Okay. We'll look forward to it. Text me the address of the stylist and we'll head right there. Maybe I'll get a haircut too." Dylan shakes his head no. "Okay, Mom, thank you for setting up the appointment. See you soon. Bye for now. Love you. Yes, I will."
Tommy hangs up and hugs Dylan. "This is from Mom." Dylan kisses Tommy's neck. Tommy takes him by hand and leads him into the shower. Turns on the water. Dylan takes body wash and pours it into a washcloth and begins to bathe every inch of Tommy's body from his neck all the way down, front and back and special attention to his feet. Then he gets back up and washes Tommy's hair with shampoo that he loves the smell of. When he's all done, Tommy takes cares of him. They use different body washes; each has his separate special scent loved by the other. This time, However, he doesn't wash dylan's hair because the stylist will do it later in the day.
"Squat and piss, boy." Dylan obeys. Then Tommy pisses and Dylan washes his hands in Tommy's flow then washes his hands again. They get dried together and then decide to snuggle back in bed again for a while. Finally Dylan gets his wish and goes down to suckle on Tommy's awesome dick. "I love your cock, Tommy. I love the way it looks, the way it feels, the way it squirts at me. Being caged makes me crazy for your cock, baby."
"I know. You take such good care of it. You're the best cocksucker I've ever known. And you're all mine."
"Yours"
"Don't make me cum, boy. Let me save it up for later on. Just give me the pleasure." tommy lies back and enjoys the way Dylan worships him like he can never get enough of it. After a while, he moves back up and Tommy kisses him, exploring his mouth and getting the taste of his dick from dylan's mouth.
Finally they get up. Dylan helps Tommy get dressed and he puts on his own boxer-briefs and they go into the kitchen. Tommy puts orange juice into dylan's sippy cup and pours himself a glass as well. Dylan puts some bread in the toaster. Tommy makes a dish of oatmeal and sits Dylan right next to him, puts a bib on him and feeds him his oatmeal like he's a little baby. Dylan coos and giggles and settles right into his toddler mode. Teases Tommy by moving his mouth away from the spoon and Tommy has to chase him to put oatmeal into his mouth followed by a piece of toast which he tears off his own and places it on dylan's tongue. "mmmmmm, good, Daddy," says Dylan. tommy takes some oatmeal on his finger and puts it on dylan's nose. "hey!" cries Dylan. Then Tommy sucks it off dylan's nose and Dylan coos. "Me want more, Daddy. Play that game again?" Tommy puts oatmeal on his own nose and Dylan goes and licks it off.
"Oatmeal all gone, baby," says Tommy, and feeds him some more toast. Dylan picks up his sippy cup and finishes off his juice. "Good boy," says Tommy. "Always my good boy." He takes the bib off Dylan and proceeds to run his hands over the boy's chest, paying special attention to his nipples.
The phone rings again. it's Elliot—now markus calling to tell them his Master has given him a new name.
They put him on speaker phone. "Good boy," says Tommy, "we're happy for you, markus. Good slave name." Dylan adds, "markus is a slave loved by its Master." markus agrees, and sounds very happy.
Dylan asks him, "are you getting off on the fact that your life is determined by someone else now, someone who cares for you very much?"
"Yes, I am, Dylan. I'm like you now, but more of a slave than you, I guess."
"don't make comparisons," warns Tommy. "that always leads to trouble."
"Yes, Sir, a habit this slave really needs to break,"
"Or Master will break you," adds Tony. "Say goodbye now, boy. You have work to do here."
"Yes, Master."
"Gotta go now, guys, just wanted you to know my new name." "Well, congratulations. Now go and be a good boy."
"Yes, Sirs," answers markus and disconnects and soon finds himself bend over his Master's knees."
Master holds a wooden spoon and peppers the slave's ass with hard and quick blows until the slave starts to squirm. He stops. "don't want you too sore since you're getting fucked by someone tonight. I hope he plugs you hard and fast. Now go and wash the kitchen floor on your hands and knees, slave."
"Yes, Master." markus fills a pail with warm water and spic'n span and gets down on the ground to scrub the kitchen floor. Tony goes inside to watch the news on TV.
THE HAIRCUT
The guys left the house early because Tommy wanted to stop at Evanston's to get Dylan the slave collar which can be unlocked. Other than that, it is the same as the one the other boys are wearing. He had a few sizes and Tommy picked the size which would stay high up and be almost skin tight around dylan's neck.
"I really feel like your slave now, Sir," admitted Dylan.
"that's what I wanted. All this talk the other guys are making about the fact that you and I are actually Master and slave is starting to make more and more sense to me. Of course this means that I am going to end up being a lot stricter with you, my love."
"whatever you want, Master. As long as you realize how much in love with you I am, you can Master me in every single detail of my life. But of course, you've always been doing that, so it doesn't make any difference."
"I'll have to find ways to for it to make difference. Maybe I'll just have to get rougher on you more often."
"I am yours, Master Tommy. I gladly wear your welts. But no bruises. Hard limit."
"of course, boy."
They get to the stylist and discover that he doesn't work with others in a salon, but has his own private salon which is excellent because they have a pretty big need for privacy. The guy's name is Armand, and he welcomes them warmly. Tommy introduces himself and then says, "the boy's name is Dylan. He's my property if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean," responds Armand. "However, I assume that your parents don't know about this aspect of your relationship."
"Correct, says Tommy. The slave collar is not permanent. The golden collar is, however, but most people think it's just a necklace. We know better, though. so anyway, this is what I'm interested in for my boy. The back cut way back, like a normal haircut, but for the rest of him, I get great pleasure play with his hair and running my fingers through it, like this. Come here, boy."
Dylan draws close and Tommy works his hair the way he likes to so much.
"I love the curly nature of it and also the wild out-of-control way it is. I know it needs to be cut back, but I would hate to lose what I find to be most attractive about it."
"I hear you, Tommy. Normally I would think of giving a perm, but that wouldn't work for you. What I'm going to have to do, however, is wash it and get it wet and pull it out as much as I can, and then simply cut an inch or too off the wet hair. When it dries, it's going to go back to it's usual nature. Curly and unruly, just like your slave here." He smiles at Dylan, who still looks a little nervous and start clinging to
Tommy. "Relax, boy, Armand will take good care of you and I'm right here."
"Let's tackle the back first. Sit in the chair, boy and sit still." Dylan obeys, and he does the usual haircut thing with him while Tommy looks on, approving what is happening. Then Armand brings him over to get his hair washed and straightened. At this point he asks Tommy how much he should take off. "What do you think?" "Two inches wouldn't spoil the overall quality of it, and it would make it possible for you to take a longer time before you'd want to come back again. That is what I suggest."
"Go for it," agrees Tommy.
Eventually, Dylan's hair is washed and cut and allowed to dry almost completely on its own. Tommy can see that his hair is going back to its usual unruly style, so he's greatly pleased.
Armand then makes a suggestion that surprises both boys. "I want you to know that I am also an expert at body shaving including down below and the ass, so if you feel he needs anything touched up I'd be happy to do that for you as well."
Tommy looks deeply into dylan's eyes. "I own you, slave." "yes, Master." "then strip!" Dylan keeps looking into his eyes as he slowly removes all his clothing and then stands there naked before Armand, greatly embarrassed.
"He's caged. I should have expected that. Do you have any objection to removing the cage so I can strip him of all the hair. I notice that some is starting to grow in again."
"Do you have any bondage gear here? If I take off the cage, I want the slave's hands bound because he's never allowed to touch his own cock for the rest of his life and I don't want there to be an accident."
"I'm sure we can improvise." Armand looks around and finds something soft that he can use to bind dylan's hands together and then attach them over his head. "Excellent," says Tommy.
"So you see, Tommy, that he has quite a bit of stubble. I will remove that using a depilatory cream. It doesn't burn, Dylan, so don't worry. But it will remove all of the hair there after I've done a quick shave, and it will take quite a long time to grow back. So do you have the key to the cage?"
"Yes," says Tommy. He unlocks the cage and gently takes it off. Dylan immediately spirings a hardon, much to his embarrassment. "You can see why I cage him. He's a horny boy and if I ddn't cage him he'd be thinking too much out of getting his own release and not working hard enough to devote himself to my dick, which is the only important dick in this relationship."
Armand nods his head while he goes about shaving Dylan bare. he makes Dylan spread his legs so he can also get through to the taint. Finally the cream goes on and stays on for 5 minutes, then Armand brings him to his private bathroom and stands him in the shower and hoses him off.
Tommy is amazed at how good he looks.
"what about the slave's ass. There is some hair right around the hole that I've always been afraid to do anything about." "Well I can't use the cream there, but I can shave him myself back there. Tell the slave to stand up and bend over and spread his cheeks and I'll work on him there and his hole will be hairless by the time I'm done."
"You heard him, slave. Assume the position." Dylan is humiliated beyond belief, which also has him feeling very aroused and horny, to thing another man is seeing that part of him that only Tommy has ever seen before. He's really glad he had a good shower this morning so he doesn't smell at least.
Armand kneels down and takes a special clippers and does a great job of denuding the boy's asshole. Tommy is pleased. "You look really good, boy. Like a slave should. Stand up now." Dylan is still hard as a rock.
"Now we've got to get him to go down so I can put the cage back on." He smacks Dylan a few times on his ass and Dylan whines, because he is still sore form earlier. No use. "Armand, to you have any ice? That usually does the trick." Armand excuses himself and goes to his apartment and makes up an ice pack, brings it back down and Tommy hold it to the boy's privates while making out with him at the same time. Dylan squirms like crazy, but the ice has its inevitable effect on him As soon as he is down, Tommy puts the cage back on, locking him in.
"This is excellent, Armand, far more than I ever expected we would get out of this visit. And look at his hair! Just like always." Tommy plays with the slave's hair for a while and then tells him to get dressed again. "Go start the car and wait for me there." "yes, Master." Dylan leaves as instructed.
"He's a real gem," remarks Armand. "So well trained and totally obedient to you, no matter what you are asking. I would have expected him to put up a fuss when you ordered him to strip."
"Never," says Tommy, "he never fails to be totally obedient to me. It's always been this way. We are lovers first before Master/slave. Did my mother tell you we are getting married in a few weeks?"
"no she didn't mention that. Congratulations to the two of you. I've heard lately that it is becoming more and more common for Masters to marry their slaves as a way of protecting them financially in case anything ever happens to the Master, but your situation seems somewhat different."
"That's correct. We have been deeply in love before we ever started to explore the kinky dimension to our relationship. But it will all be settled soon. The slave collar he has around his neck is new. Just got it today. WE have other Master/slave friends and we wanted all the slaves to look alike, like brothers. Needless to say, the collar is coming off before we get to my parents' house. Anyway thank you for your expert care and you know we'll be back again when the time comes." Tommy settles up with Armand and goes out and gets in the car.
"that was so fucking hot, tommy! the way you talked about me as though I wasn't even there, and then directed all things. I was shocked when you told me to strip, and I feel more stripped than ever before now. Everything down there is tingling, Sir, for you." "You were such a good boy, You really impressed Armand. Made me very proud of you." He takes dylan's hand and kisses it. Then he reaches up to take the collar off before they head out for the house.
"I like wearing this collar, Sir," says Dylan. It's making me slip into sub space."
"Well then I should probably drive. Let's change places." they do so, and Tommy heads to the house. It's 4 pm by the time they get there. They bring their bags upstairs and spend some time making out. Tommy locks the bedroom door and strips him again. "I really like looking at how smooth you are, boy. It makes me want to fuck you. In fact, bend over the side of that bed." Dylan does so. Tommy takes out the lube they always have stored there and then has another idea. "First, before I fuck you, slave, I want to play with your body. Roll over onto your back and put your hands behind your head." Dylan does so and closes his eyes. not really sure what Tommy has in mind, but ready to surrender anything.
"Wanna make you sore so you know what you are when we're at the club." He starts to work on the boy's nipples, roughly, using hands and teeth until Dylan is squirming and near tears. "I want them very sore for me, boy."
"They belong to you, Master." Then he starts in on the slave's balls. Pulling and slapping, making Dylan grunt like a pig. Finally he's satisfied, then he begins to slap the boy's inner thighs with heavy-handed blows, again until the boy is near tears. "I told you I was going to have to get rougher with you, boy." "I am yours, Master." "Are you okay, Dylan?" "More than okay, Sir. Much more than okay. I love being sore for you, Tommy."
"well, it's gonna happen a lot more often now, since I can see how good it is for you to feel in your body that you belong to me. Now roll over. I still want to fuck you good."
Dylan rolls over and raises his ass to his Master. Tommy lubes himself up and rams immediately into him with no preparation. Dylan groans out first in pain, then in pleasure. Tommy gives him a hard, quick fuck and shouts out when he spills himself into his slave boy. "I fucking own you, slave. Totally. Body and heart and mind." "Yours," "Yours." Dylan gets really spacey.
Tommy helps him off the bed and guides him into the bathroom so he can empty out. Once he's done, Tommy stands him up, wipes his ass himself, which makes Dylan groan with humiliation, then tommy pisses into the toilet himself. Dylan whispers, "slaves drink piss." Tommy waits until he is almost finished pissing and orders Dylan to kneel and open his mouth. He puts his cock into dylan's mouth and finishes pissing. Dylan looks into his eyes and smiles as he swallows, chokes a little, but keeps it down.
"I'm still not convinced I want you to be my urinal, boy, but you can take some of it from time to time when I'm turned on. But now, take a wash cloth and wash my cock down good cause you're gonna blow me soon." As Dylan is cleaning his Master's dick, they hear people arriving at the house. "We're up here, Mom, just getting changed for dinner."
All clean, Tommy orders Dylan to crawl back into the bedroom and wait. Tommy opens their bags and orders Dylan to put on his underpants again. He takes out what Dylan will wear tonight and also changes his own clothes. Dylan stays in his underpants until Tommy tells him to get dressed. Finally, all ready, they walk downstairs to big hugs and kisses from both parents.
Mom is really pleased with the way Dylan's hair looks. "I knew he'd do an excellent job for you," she says. "More than excellent," replies Tommy as he winks at Dylan. "Just what I wanted, and some bonus work besides. He's a very talented man. I'm very pleased." And to prove the point, he totally messes up dylan's hair again.
Mom puts on coffee. Tommy asks his Dad if they can speak quietly together. Dad takes him into his office. "What's up, Son?"
"Two days ago, Dylan got an email from his big brother Tiger. It send him spinning into a black hole of anxiety over what it might say and whether or not he should open it or ignore it. I suggested he ignore it, but he's afraid that if he does Tiger will find another way to get to him. I forwarded the email to myself and deleted it from dylan's phone so he wouldn't be tempted by it."
"Have you read it?"
"No, Sir. If I read it, and it's something bad, Dylan will know right away. But I just don't know what to do."
"forward it to me now, Son, says Thomas. Tommy does so. Thomas opens it and grimaces.
"That bad, eh?"
"Almost illegal. Listen, why don't you leave it up to me. I think maybe our lawyers will need to communicate with the Sinclair family once again. That should put an end to it for once and for all. If they do not cooperate, or if Tiger should send another message, please let me know immediately. You know, we could have him arrested, not only because of the pictorial evidence we have, but also because of the content of this email. I know Dylan wouldn't want things to go that far, but I think it's time to lay the law down to that family for once and for all. I'm glad you brought this to my attention, Son. I know how serious you are about protecting Dylan, as we all are, but this is most definitely something that you could not handle on your own. It will be far better to get my people involved in handling it. As far as Dylan is concerned, you need to be truthful with him. Tell him what just happened between the two of us and leave it at that. I'm really pleased that you never read the message yourself. That keeps you out of the middle."
"thanks so much, Dad. You always know how to handle the hard stuff." They hug each other and then head back into the kitchen where Dylan is having a conversation with Momma about what he's going to say in his wedding vows.
"Everything okay?" Dylan asks Tommy. "More than okay, pup. Nothing to worry about. I'll tell you more later."
They all sit and enjoy one another's company for a while until it's time to head to the club. Mom is quite pleased with the way the boys look all dressed up and Dylan with slightly shorter hair.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
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