Chapter 40. Dinner at the club.
They get to the club which is beautifully decorated and settle in, the four of them. Dylan and Tommy sit alongside each other and Tommy notices that Dylan sits gingerly and he winks at him. "Was I too hard on you?" Tommy asked.
"Not at all. Don't worry, sweetheart, you are always good for me. And if you weren't I'd let you know. I like taking what you give me, no matter what it is. I adore you, Tommy."
Mom catches that last part of the conversation and her heart is warmed by the love that flows between the two of them. The boys are sitting with their backs to the wall so they have a view of the entire dining room, mainly lit by candles and dim lighting, but enough that they could read their menus. Tommy gets excited. "they have rack of lamb for two." That's what we're going to have," he says with a big smile on his face. "Sounds like you didn't give Dylan a choice," says Thomas. "That's no problem, Papa. He knew I'd want that. I think he ordered because he knows how much I like lamb. But are you sure you want it, Tommy? Don't order it just because I like it so much. There are other things on the menu that I can have." (And they both chuckle inwardly because of the joke Dylan made, pretending that Tommy was being self-sacrificing by ordering it. And who knows? Maybe he was. But these guys are always trying to make each other look good. Sweet stuff they do.)
Tommy looks around the dining room and is suddenly startled. He sees Sammy over at the other end of the room with an older gentleman and a fellow who looks like a college boy. He tries not to keep staring, but he says to Dylan, "Isn't that Sammy over at the other end of the room, with two other guys?" Dylan looks and smiles. "Yes it is. He must be working." Tommy nods.
Dylan catches Sammy's eye and motions towards the bathroom.
"May I be excused for a moment," Sammy asks his companions. I should have gone to the bathroom before I left but I was rushing to meet you in time." "Sure, says the younger guy whose name is Matthew. In fact, I need to go as well. let's go together." And as they walk towards the bathroom he leans over and whispers to Sammy,
"Make sure you give me a good look at your caged cock. Can you use a urinal?" "no, Sir," answers Sammy, a bit miffed because he was going to use this as an opportunity to speak with Dylan.
They go to the bathroom, Sammy simply opens his pants and lets them fall enough that Matthew can see him bound up. Matthew reaches out and jiggles it a bit. "Nice, boy." I don't have to piss so I'll leave now. Can't wait to see the rest of you. Can't wait to be inside your hot little body." And he leaves. Just as he is going out the door,
Dylan comes in. Sammy makes like he's heading into a stall, but once the door closes he doesn't bother. He turns around and gives Dylan a kiss on the cheek. "I'm working tonight," he says. "We figured that. Is this a father-son-slave trio set-up.?" "No, just the son, I think, but let me tell you, the son is so turned on by this whole thing that he's doing a lot of hot talk. I'm enjoying it a lot. Anyway, tell Tommy to ignore me. And hopefully, his parents won't recognize me."
"You mean our parents," says Dylan. They've all but legally adopted me now." "Well in three weeks you will be a member of the family legally," notes Sammy. I'm so happy for you, brother. And I am still so sorry about the way I acted at the party." "it's forgotten," says Dylan. "Why don't you leave so your guests don't get suspicious. I'll hang back and leave a minute or so after you." "Good deal, talk to you soon," answers Sammy. "And hey, you guys have a good time tomorrow night. I heard your brother slave is going to be at your place." sammy gives him a salacious grin and turns to leave the bathroom.
A minute later, Dylan leaves as well and goes back to the table.
"Everything okay?" asks Tommy. "Seems like it is," answers Dylan.
Mom takes over the conversation at that point. "WE have something important to talk to you about," she says. "We know you are looking forward to an affair under a big tent, but it turns out that this club has had a cancellation for its gorgeous function room for the same time and date as your wedding will take place. They are holding it for us at the moment. We would have urged you to have your wedding here if the facility had been available but it wasn't at the time. Now it is, and we are open to having it here if that is something you might want to consider. All in all, it would be a much more beautiful setting, especially for pictures, the food is outstanding, it is possible to have the actual ceremony here in a separate room decked out like a chapel, parking would work out a lot better and . . . oh, I'm sorry. I sound like I'm trying to sell you on the idea, and that wasn't my intention. Just something for you to consider, but they really need an answer soon because like I said, they're holding it for us at the moment.""
"Would you excuse us for a bit, Mom and Dad. I'll take Dylan to the bar and we can discuss it now and make a decision." They're excused. Tommy and Dylan get up and go to sit on one of the couches in the ante-room. and Tommy says, "I'd really like to have it here." Dylan smiles at him. "Yes, Master." Tommy kisses his cheek. "Well that was simple." "You knew it would be, Tommy." "Yes, but after Dad's remarking that I chose what we were eating without consulting you, I wanted to make it look like we were actually going to discuss this as equals so they wouldn't get suspicious."
"The truth is that I'm really thrilled about having it here. I was having trouble picturing what it would be like having it in the yard, and thinking about bathroom accessibility and parking, etc. So our decision is made, Sir."
"So tell me what you found out from Sammy."
"he is working with those two. He said the younger guy is very turned on by his profile and is making all sorts of dirty talk with sammy about it and sammy says he's having a good time. Kind of weird though, seeing him in his collar but not with Peter."
"I agree," says Tommy, "but I guess now Peter is pimping him out and he's using his body to support them, and Sammy certainly has no complaint. I'd never go for it, but Sammy really likes being a sex worker. He's been doing it for over a year now, and only had that one problem, but now Peter says he adjusted his profile to make things a lot safer for him. I know they're entitled to make their own choices, but it freaks me out a bit."
"why?" asks dylan.
"Because I would never be able to handle giving you to someone else to use. I couldn't bear the thought of someone touching you, and definitely not treating you like the slave you are for me. I fucking own you, baby, and no one ever is going to get to you. You are mine completely. Every single inch of you."
Dylan takes a deep breath. "I love you, Tommy. "I will be yours forever."
"Okay, let's go inside and tell them that we have made a decision."
"Okay, Sir."
They go back to the table and tell their parents what "they've" decided together and how excited they are about the change of venue. Mom and Dad are also pleased. "But this means we need to contact all the yesses and give them the information." Mom answers, "yes, and it has to be personal contact with each, not by mail, although once you've spoken to them you can email the necessary information. Why don't you guys take care of your own school friends, and Ill have my secretary takes care of the people we are inviting? We can go over the replies tomorrow and sort them out."
"Sounds good," answers Tommy, and now we know what's been settled. The orders have been taken. They are all beginning with one of the wonderful soups the club's chef offers as specialties. Thomas wants to speak with them about the email from dylan's brother, but he's trying to decide the best time. He does decide that he will not raise the issue until after Dylan has had a chance to enjoy his meal. He's afraid that opening the subject might cause Dylan to lose his appetite. So he waits. He also has the presence of mind to ask Tommy to give Dylan a Xanax with desert.
Once dinner is concluded, however, he speaks up. "Dylan, I have something important to discuss with you. When I got home from work today, Tommy asked to speak with me. When we went into my office he showed me the email that you had received from your brother. Tommy has not read the email; only I have. Tommy puts his arm around him and also holds his hand because Dylan has begun trembling. Tommy also gave him a second Xanax, the second one today.
"As I think you probably have feared, he made some threats to you, threats that have crossed the line into illegality. Therefore, I am placing the information into the hands of one of our lawyers, along with the pictures we took not too long ago of your wounds, and I will have our lawyer contact both your brother and the entire family and get this entire matter settled for once and for all. If necessary, we will place charges against your brother and he'll be liable to arrest and imprisonment. I'm sorry it may go that far, but we'll do what we can to prevent it, at least this one last time.
The important thing you have to understand, my darling son-in-law, is that nothing is going to happen to you. You are safe. You are protected. and you are well loved and precious to all of us. Please focus on what I am telling you now and not on your fears and concerns. All in all, it is a good time that you will be speaking to your new doctor Tomorrow morning. I felt it was important for you to know what is going on, and most important that you know that you are being taken care of and kept safe."
"thank you for what you are doing. I'm glad I don't know what he had to say and I'm glad that you never read the email, Tommy, and I am also glad that you brought it to Papa for me. I'm sad that it was something so extreme that demands action, but I'll be okay, I trust everything you said to me, Papa. I'll rely on it, I promise. And yes, I am glad I can talk about this tomorrow morning with the PTSD doctor."
Special ice cream Sundaes for the family, and that helps lift dylan's mood. Finally, dinner completed, they get up and head to the parking lot. Dylan notices that sammy and his `guests' have already left as well. He's looking forward to hearing from sammy what ends up happening with them.
When they get back to the house, Mom makes hot chocolates which they enjoy while sifting through all the response cards they received. It seems to Tommy that almost all of the guys they've invited are coming, many with guests, and, of course, Peter responded for himself and tyler, and Tony said that he and "his slave" would be there as well. They had sent an invitation to Tommy's cousin Mike, but Mike had failed to reply yet.
It doesn't take long to go through the responses and the boys soon are alone in their rooms. Tommy lovingly undresses Dylan before undressing himself. Before Tommy has had a chance to take his pants off, Dylan throws himself into Tommy's arms and rubs his cage against his Master's groin. Tommy quickly gets hard, pushes his slave to the floor, opens and drops his pants and indicates that Dylan should use his mouth to get his cock out of his underwear and to swallow it almost whole.
"Let me hear you choke, boy." Dylan keeps doing it until tears are running down his face. "Good boy. Now make love to my dick." Dylan takes his time, savoring every single moment of this act of love. "You are the best cocksucker in the world. That is why I am marrying you," Tommy teases.
Dylan ignores him and just continues sucking him with long, slow, warm strokes. Without any sign at all that he is about to cum, Tommy quietly pours his load into the boy's throat and then puts his hands on dylan's head as he uses his tongue to clean him up. "Go piss and then crawl back here."
Dylan does as he is told. When he gets back to the room, Tommy is naked and Dylan delights in the sight of his lover, and, since he is on the floor, begins to lick Tommy's feet. Tommy reaches down and picks him up, pulls back the blankets and settles him on the bed, telling him not to move until he gets back. Tommy goes to the bathroom to take care of things and, when he comes back, he brings the tube of Ben Gay. Dylan, seeing this, spreads his legs in surrender. Tommy doesn't do anything, but chuckles and says, "I'm not going to use this now. I just wanted to see what your reaction would be if you thought I wanted to. Your willing surrender pleased me very much. You are such a good boy and I am madly in love with you, and I love the feeling that I own you and that I am soon going to be able to legally bind you to myself and give you my name and chain your heart to mine."
"You chained my heart to yours many years ago, my love. I think I first realized how much I loved you was when we were in fifth grade and I came to school with a black eye and you started to cry when you saw me, and wanted to know how it happened and what could you do about it. I told you it was an accident, and you just wanted to know why so many accidents happened when I was at home. And I realized how much you cared more deeply than ever before, and I felt guilty that I had made you cry because someone I loved so much should never ever have to cry because of me."
"I remember that time and I remember how upset I was and I wished I could go tell my mother so that we could steal you away and keep you with us always. And I convinced you to ride with me on the school bus home instead of your own bus, and then when we got to my house and my mother took a look at you and saw how you'd been bruised, she did something to sort It all out, I don't remember what. All I remember is that you stayed over that night and my mother had you dress in a pair of my pajamas, but you went into the bathroom to change into them. We didn't realize at the time that you were doing that because you didn't want us to see the bruises on your chest and back and ribs. I wish we could have figured it out back then."
"I remember feeling scared that I loved you so much; I was afraid you would think I was a queer and that was the worst thing of all, I'd been told, but still I loved you, and I loved sleeping in your bed and wearing your clothes on my sore body."
"You know, dylan, that night I tried to put my arm around you and you cried out. I was scared that I had creeped you out, but what was really happening is that I must have touched some spot on you where you were very sore."
"Tommy, I am yours, and you are the only person who can ever make me sore now, and when you make me sore now it makes me happy and grateful that you have that power over me and that I can trust you with my entire life."
"Baby, let's kiss and try to fall asleep kissing our love to each other."
They just about managed to do it.
MEANWHILE, SAMMY'S "COMPANIONS" BRING him to their house. Andrew orders him to get naked in front of both him and his father. Sammy starts to imagine what it would be like to get spit-roasted by a father/son couple, but that was not meant to be. "Mr. Andrew" gestures for Sammy to go and lie over his knees. He speaks to the boy in a very deep voice. "I'm going to warm up your slut ass for my son to use and enjoy, slaveboy. But I want to warn you: if my son is unhappy with your service in any way, you'll be beaten again before we take you home. Do I make myself clear, fagboy?"
"Yes, Mr. Andrews. Perfectly clear."
"I also want you to know that I have your owner's permission to use my cane if necessary. Let's just hope that isn't necessary tonight. Some time in the future I'll see if you can be brought here to receive a full school-boy caning: "twelve of the best," as they used to say in England. Perhaps I'll invite a few friends over to enjoy seeing you beaten that way."
Right then and there, Sammy knows that he'll be using his safeword about this when his Master raises the issue. But, good actor that he is, he lowers his head and in a trembling voice, says, "I am a slave and Master decides how his slave will be treated, Mr. Andrews. I've never been beaten like that before, Master, so it causes fear."
"Excellent. I'm glad it does. The fear is part of the severity of this type of punishment. Often a boy would be informed in the morning that he'd be caned that evening and so the boy's suffering begins hours before a cane touches his bare bottom. And you, you too will know, maybe a week beforehand so we can increase the agony even more. Faggots like you always deserve punishment. I look forward to hearing your screams when it's time."
"This fucking guy is out of his mind," Sammy thinks to himself. "He's seen too much bdsm porn. I bet he got that little speech off a Master/slave channel on some twisted program he has. How the fuck does he think that any boy would be willing to be treated that way unless he were a professional masochist in great need of money?" And now he begins to worry, but not too much, because after this thrashing he'll be serving the son who like to talk dirty but who seems to have a more realistic approach. As he lay across the father's lap, he looks over to Andrew and sees that he is already rubbing himself through his pants. He gets a perverse hit over the thought that he is already giving pleasure to Andrew's cock like a good slut slaveboy.
The blows begin, hard and heavy right from the beginning so a quick panic sets in because Sammy didn't expect so much pain so quickly with no preparation. It doesn't take long for him to begins writhing and crying out. The man lays a lot of blows to the lower part of the slave's ass, almost halfway down the back of his thigh and that hurts the most of all. Sammy begins to cry. The man stops hitting him and rolls him off his lap and onto the floor. He gets up and leaves the room, saying to his son,
"the faggot is prepared for you, son. Enjoy."
Andrew walks over to Sammy and begins a hot monologue as he pokes at the slave's body with his bare foot and even gets a couple shots of to his balls. "A slut like you always performs better after a good thrashing. It tends to open up your throat and your ass more and it helps you remember that you're nothing but a bought piece of property, a fucking zombie slave whose only purpose in life is to make me feel good. Let's go to my room. Slide along the ground like some kind of slug. No crawling. You're too fucking low to be allowed to crawl. Come on, now, let's not waste too much time. Come inside and kneel up. I want to take a piss before anything else. Don't fucking spill any of it, pig."
Sammy really thinks that of all the things Peter is insisting on, this is the most humiliating and most difficult thing of all. And yet, perverse as he is, Sammy actually takes pleasure in the fact that he is being forced to do something that he really doesn't want to do. And he really has no choice in the matter. Peter made it perfectly clear that if he ever refuses to swallow anyone's piss, that they would be over immediately and Sammy would be cast out into the street naked for one of his friends to pick him up. And so, knowing that, this slave swallows this man's piss, acting like he really enjoys it. No rest for the weary, however. As soon as he's sucked the last drop of Andrew's piss out of his cock, he's ordered to the floor to slobber over his feet.
That begins about 90 minutes of hot talk and hot sex. Andrew isn't too big and Sammy can take his whole cock without too much gagging and Andrew fucks his face hard and fast. That's really all he wants, this time, he says, but there will be other times hopefully. Only the next time Andrew will warm the slave up himself and leave his father out of it. The best thing about it is that Andrew doesn't seem to enjoy inflicting any pain. Just humiliation.
And that is how Peter's slave spends his Friday night.
Saturday morning pillow talk
Tommy and Dylan they both awaken at the same time and laid there, side by side, looking deeply into each other's eyes.
"Your eyes are so beautiful to me I want to drink from them the way I drink so much from you."
"Go ahead, pup. Drink love from my eyes. Drink safety. Drink courage. Drink that you may never have to be alone. Drink that you have a new family which cherishes you. Drink your new Daddy. Drink your new Momma. Drink the I have collared you with my love. Drink that I have caged you. Drink your surrender. Drink me. Drink what comes from me. Drink everything that you ever need. And when you need to cry, let me drink your tears."
"I don't know whatever would have happened to me if . . . "
"don't go there, sweetheart. There is no need to ever imagine that. You know now that when I first saw you, in that schoolyard, My heart wrapped its arms around you and I made you mine, even though I didn't fully understand what that meant at the time. Mine, Dylan, Mine."
"And you fed me that day because I was given no lunch."
"And I told Mom so from that day forward she always gave me extra food. I never told you this, but when I got home that day I cried in my mother's arms and said, "I found a boy I need to protect, but we are not on the same busses and I am afraid for him because he looked so sad." And my mother said, "well then, I will need to pick you both up after school every day so you can be together."
"I cried, too that day, on the bus and the other kids made fun of me. And I cried when I got home too, because my mother walloped me with her big spoon and Tiger stripped me naked and started slapping me everywhere and laughed at my `baby dick' and told me it would never get any bigger and I was afraid it was true. And I was only given tomato soup for supper and I was so hungry late at night I had trouble falling asleep, but when I fell asleep I had a wonderful dream. I dreamed that you were holding me and telling me that everything was going to be all right."
"You never told me that story before, Dylan."
"I didn't want you to know that I kept getting hit. I was ashamed it. I thought I'd done something wrong and I was being punished for it. I imagined I was being punished because I was so happy I had a friend. Tommy."
Dylan slides down Tommy's body and takes him into his mouth soft and caresses him with his tongue. Tommy moans and says, "yes, boy, suckle me like a baby lamb. You are making me get bigger, oh man! feels so good. Don't choke on it, boy. Not this morning. Suckle me. Long slow strokes, you know how much I like that when we are feeling cuddly. Oh yes, my love, oh yes, show me you belong to me. Sub for me, pup."
Tommy pulls off the covers so Dylan doesn't have trouble breathing. Dylan uses his hands to stroke the front of Tommy's body, this body he is so crazy about. finally, with a sweet grunt, Tommy feeds his boy the breakfast he was working for, and Dylan closes his eyes and swallows his lover and then licks him clean like a puppy.
"Are you ready to talk to the doctor this morning?"
"as long as you are with me."
"I don't know if he'll let us talk together; it is important that you are free to say whatever you want without having me be there."
"What if I only want to talk about how much I love you?"
"That's a good place to start, maybe. He chuckles. But move on from there. Talk about Tiger. Talk about the email. Talk about what makes you anxious."
"I will be there, baby. Tommy touches dylan's forehead. "in there. Okay, enough talk, boy, it's 8 already. Showers. Come." Tommy gets out of the bed and takes Dylan by the hand ad leads him into the bathroom. `I want you smelling nice and clean and fresh for the doctor, so he knows that there is love in your home"
Tommy washes Dylan gently and lovingly. He washes his hair first and then all those places that got shaved yesterday. So smooth. So pure. So owned. Then he quickly takes care of himself and ends up by pissing on dylan's feet and then he kneels down to wash them clean. Dylan is in outer space it seems. Tommy takes him from the shower like a little boy and dries him everywhere, then himself, and brings Dylan into the bedroom to get him dressed. "You look so beautiful."
Tommy dresses quickly and the boys go downstairs for coffee. Dylan is too nervous to eat at this point. Dylan decides not to give him a Xanax because, he figures, it would probably be helpful to the doctor to witness his anxiety.
They get ready to leave. Mom wishes the well and gives Dylan a warm open hug, and she sends them off on their way.
END OF CHAPTER FORTY
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