Sacrifices

Hey y’all. This is my first attempt at a special request from on ot the readers. I hope he and y’all enjoy it  

Attempting to wipe the steam covered mirror, Dillon looked at his towel wrapped reflection in between the streaked droplets that were left behind. Practicing, he took several poses, flexing his well defined muscles. In that cocky way, he blew himself a kiss and over confidence oozed out of every one of his every pore. 

Walking into his bedroom, the towel was released and fell to the floor in a damp heap. As was typical, he glanced down his chiseled chest to his package and felt pride. Dillon hand never had a humble thought in his life. At six foot tall and twenty two years old, he turned every head in the gym. Ladies swooned over him, the men worked themselves into exhaustion hoping to look like him. 

Grabbing his stretch Aeropostale faded blue denim jeans, he stepped into one pant leg and then the other sliding them up over his round bubble butt. Satisfied that they were hanging just right on his hips, he fastened them. Tight on his thick legs, there was just enough room around the waist band to slide a hand down. 

Next, he donned a form fitting black t shirt that showed off his shoulders and pectoral muscles before walking back into the en suite, admiring himself in the now clear mirror. “God I look hot!” he praised himself in anticipation of the fun he planned to have tonight. 

Brushing his teeth and dancing around while getting ready, he finished with running a brush through his long wavy reddish blonde hair while singing “tonight is your night bro”, shooting himself with a pair of blazoned finger guns. 

By ten o clock he was in his car and on his way to meet up with his best friend girl Stephany. The plan was to meet at The Castle where Steph would be his wing girl while he was meeting a new hook up. Her job was to make sure he was safe and his date was not a creeper. If all was good, she’d get lost in the dance floor and prowl around like a cat in heat. However, with the predetermined sign, she was to swoop Dillon up and save him from his date. 

Dillon arrived just a little before their planned meet time of ten thirty and took his place in line waiting to be granted entrance into the the over packed club. Once Steph got there, she could find him. Saturday nights were always like this, long lines of people googoo eyeing him standing under the blue and white lights that lined the outside of the building. 

“Hey Dillon.” He was there every weekend so the mountain of a man running security at the door knew him by name. He couldn’t remember the last time he was asked for ID as he breezed in through the door. 

“Hey Stanley!” Dillon said laying his best charm out for the line backer sized bouncer. 

Like every other Saturday night, Dillon breezed through the entrance barely slowing down for pleasantries before trekking down the long LED lit hall and into the main part of the bar. The club mixed music was flowing through the space allowing the bass to vibrate Dillon’s chest. 

Once in the club, Dillon weaved in and out of people, making his way to the bar where shirtless and sexy Randy was slinging drinks with the confidence of an alpha wolf. “Alone tonight?” Randy howled over the cacophony of music and shouting people. 

“Nah, meeting Steph in a few. Gimme a liquid marijuana!” Dillon barked back. 

Standing near the dance floor sipping his cocktail, Dillon scanned the room wondering if his faceless date was already in the mix somewhere. The Grindr profile was faceless and described the man as “very discreet”. They had exchanged several messages, some very hot in nature over the last three days. He had seen plenty of torso and dick pics, but has yet been able to see what he looked like. 

Stephany’s tap on his shoulder started Dillon out of his search. “Hey, I was calling you!” She said as she hip bumped the unsuspecting young man. 

“Sorry, it’s loud in here tonight.” Dillon replied. “I was looking for Alexander.” Dragging out the man’s name like he was teasing a five year old. 

“Where are you guys supposed to meet?” She inquired looking around the club. 

“At the entrance,” Dillon told her. “Eleven o clock.”

“Randy’s looking good tonight, think I need a drink.” Steph joked before turning and heading to the bar. 

Steph liked everyone, no one was off limits to her. The two had been friends for years and Dillon has seen her with many different people. At five foot two and a hundred pounds, she was fire for most people. 

Dillon was finishing up his second glass of liquid courage when eleven rolled around. He nudged Steph to let her know he was going to wait for Alexander and that she should be watching close for him to signal her if needed. 

Dillon wasn’t in the habit of blind dates, but he wasn’t a virgin by any means. Weekend hook ups were common for him, but he’d usually spent the evening with some guy swooning over him before they left together. Tonight was different for him. He felt a twinge of nervousness over meeting this guy. 

By a quarter after eleven and no Alexander, Dillon was about to move on to his normal Saturday night routine. He pulled his phone out and typed out “I’ve been stood up! I’ve never been stood up!!!” and sent the message to Steph. 

“Five more minutes” she replied almost immediately. ‘At least she’s watching’ he thought to himself feeling some comfort in that fact. 

Feeling discouraged, he was just about to leave his post when he heard his name called. He started to say ‘about time’ as he turned and seen Alexander. Taller than himself by about five inches, Alexander was dressed in business casual attire. Black slacks, striped blue button down shirt and shiny black shoes. 

Dillon was caught off guard by the fact that the man looked to be ten years his senior, neat jet black hair, clean shaven and wore his clothes well. There was a commanding energy around the handsome but not overtly good looking man who had just called his name. 

Unable to keep eye contact with the man, Dillon said “You must be Alex?”  

“Alexander, yes.” He corrected the younger man without hesitation. 

Unsure of why he felt so nervous, Dillon extended his hand to Alexander in a facade of his usual confidence. The man took it and shook as his hand swallowed Dillon’s in a firm but not hurtful grip. 

“Shall we sit?” The older man said, not really asking. It was more like he was telling Dillon the plan. 

Stephany, not close enough to hear the conversation watched with acute intent for Dillon to rub his shoulder. When she saw the two men, one leading the other turn and walk into the crowd, followed behind them. Her plan was to give Dillon a few more minutes before she gave them some space. 

The men sat across from each other at a high top table for two in a dark corner of the bar. Alexander sat Dillon first before taking his seat. “So, how are you tonight?” Alexander asked, his baritone voice pretty easily sounded out over the music. 

“I ah, I’m good. I thought you stood me up tonight.” He confessed still feeling an uneasiness. 

“My boy, I am a man of my word. You’ll learn to believe that.” He assured the younger of the two. 

‘My boy?’ Dillon thought to himself. No one had called him a boy since he was thirteen years old. He tremored at the sound of it, like soothing nails on a chalkboard. “We’ll see.” He tried to make it sound antagonistic. 

Alexander flagged down a server, a young man in tight pink boy shorts carrying a tray and ordered himself a martini and told the man to bring whatever he’s having and pointed at Dillon. “Liquid Marijuana” and the third man walked off. 

They talked for a while, the older leading the conversation with the younger. Alexander wanted to know more about Dillon. He asked leading questions about Dillon’s hobbies, his friends, family and what he did for work before getting into more personal questions. 

Alexander told Dillon that he owned a financial firm down town, owned a house on the west side and enjoyed working out and playing golf. The Q&A session was going fairly well in Dillons mind, although he was expecting more of a hook up than a get to know each other kind of night. 

“I’m verse.” was Dillon’s response when he was asked his preferred sexual role. 

Dillon was not at all surprised when Alexander confessed that he was a top. The man seemed to be in command of things. He definitely controlled the flow of their conversation. 

They were finishing their third drink, Dillons fifth of the night when Alexander asked Dillon if he was ready to go. Nodding his head, Dillon responded “Yes sir.” bringing a smile to the older man’s face. “Let me go find my friend and let her know where I’m going and that I’m safe. “Alexander agreed that they would meet back at the table and left to pay their tab. 

When Dillon found Steph dancing with a red haired girl, he told her they were leaving, gave her the information he had on Alexander and let her know he felt like he’d be safe. Alexander was waiting at the table when he returned. 

“I took care of your bill too.” The older man confessed as he led the younger man out of the bar. In the parking lot, Dillon was informed that he would be riding with Alexander and that when the got there, the older man wanted the younger man to take off his clothes so he could look him over. Dillon nodded his agreement. 

At this point, Dillon was beyond wondering why he was so passive with the other man. Although it was completely out of his character, somehow it just felt natural to him now. 

When they arrived at Alexander’s home, Dillon did as he was told and started to remove his garments at the doorway. Peeling his tight t shirt off and I’ve this head, he caught a look of approval spread across Alexander’s face. ‘Of course he likes this’ he thought as the shirt hit the floor. 

“Pick it up, fold it and place on the table.” The older man directed him. “We don’t leave messes.”

On instinct, Dillon bent down and did as he was told before removing his shoes and socks and setting them under the table. He unfastened his jeans and slid them down from his hips, stepping out of them. Without being told, he folded them and placed them on the table next to his shirt. 

“Thank you Dillon.” Alexander was complimentary and thrilled with how well the younger man was following directions so far. 

The older man walked over and around Dillon, standing there naked and vulnerable. A greedy smile lit Alexander’s face as he looked his guest over like a head of cattle at a sale. His fingertips slid across Dillon’s broad shoulders, down his smooth back around his side and back up his firm stomach. Occasionally Dillon heard “mmhmm” or “nice” coming from the man inspecting him like property. 

He felt more vulnerable and insecure than he’d ever felt in his life as the process continued and hands cupped his round bulbous ass, coiled around his stiff cock and down his muscular quadriceps. 

When Alexander was finished and satisfied with what he saw, he stood face to face with Dillon and started to explain, “What I am looking for, few can accept. I keep my proclivities very private. Can you understand that?” He asked. Dillon nodded so the older man continued. “I am not looking for a hook up. I’m looking for a commitment. And I think by our conversations you’ll do fine.”

In the ledge between confusion and excitement, Dillon nodded to signal that he understood so far. “I need you to your your words boy. Do you understand so far?”

“Yeah, I understand so far. You’re a Dom hoping-“

“Yes.” Alexander interrupted, his hand landing softly on Dillon’s rippled abs. “I am a Dom. I would like to be your Dom, to train you to serve me.” His hand moving laterally across his washboard stomach. 

Dillon remained silent, the sensation of Alexander’s light touch on his skin had his pulse racing. He knew a little bit about BDSM from porn, he had been with some men that liked to tie him up. But mostly, something inside him spoke, telling him that he had been bumbling around without purpose. He looked down his chest to the other man’s hand gently tracing the ripples in his stomach. 

“We would start slow, as we only know each other through text and I’m unaware of your experience.” Dillon was advised. “If you agree when asked shortly, I will guide you with a gentle yet firm hand.” His free hand moved up to Dillon’s head and Alexander ran his fingers through Dillon’s strawberry blonde hair. “You will make sacrifices for me, in turn I will take care of you.” His eyes were focused on Dillon’s hair as he spoke. 

Dillon’s mind was in total melt down. He’d never experienced a man so confident yet so gentle. He had never felt himself turn to putty from a mere touch the way this man was transforming him. The deep rich sound of his voice wasn’t helping either. His soul wanted to scream yes. 

“We will talk about rules and consequences, I will assign tasks to you to encourage your personal growth.” Alexander continues slow and steady, explaining clearly what Dillon would experience. “As my sub, we will discuss limits, which ones are off limits and which ones you are willing to allow me to push.”

‘Allow?’ Dillon thought to himself. ‘This man has never let anyone tell him no!’ He remained silent struggling to focus on the words over the silky smooth baritone voice that was delivering them. 

“I would like to reiterate that you will make sacrifices if you agree to serve me. I also want to be clear that if at any time you feel that you can’t trust me, I will set you free.” The taller man continued through his grin, “If you agree, you will sign a contract that protects us both, after we discuss those aforementioned rules and limits.”

Alexander gently pulled Dillon’s hair guiding his head backwards. His face moved within millimeters from the nape of Dillon’s neck. He could feel the warmth of Alexander’s breath on his skin. His body yearned for Alexander to take him right there in the foyer. His mind begged to be thrown down to the floor and be devoured by this man taunting him. 

“Please?” Dillon whined so soft he barely made a sound. 

“You’re not mine to have yet little one.” Alexander teased, whispering warm breath over Dillon’s neck. “Are you ready, willing and able to submit to me boy?” The question finally came out. 

Unable to want anything else, Dillon answered immediately, “Yes!” 

“Are you sure son?” Alexander pressed, wanting to hear Dillon beg. “I need you to be sure. You will be mine, to do with as I please, when I please.”

A whimper creeped from Dillon’s chest and escaped his parted lips. “Fuck me please?” He moaned. 

“This is your last chance, will you submit yourself to me?” 

“Yes!” Dillon erupted. 

“Get on your knees son!” Alexander commanded. Dillon dropped in an instant. “Don’t speak unless spoken too.” His new Dom continued, “For tonight, you will address me as Sir. Understand?”

“Yes Sir”

“We will discuss other honorifics at a later date. Tonight, I must mark what is now mine.” Alexander reached down, offering Dillon his hand. “Follow me.”

Dillon stood with Alexander’s assistance and was lead through the expansive house to a large master bedroom that seemed as large as his apartment. He was led through the room to another doorway that once the light was on, revealed a large bathroom. 

“Kneel please?” Alexander ordered. Dillon followed his direction. 

Alexander dig through a linen closet to the right of Dillon and took out a black leather bag. He sat it on the counter in front of Dillon. “Tonight, I will strip you of your confidence.” He opened the bag and took out a hairbrush. 

Alexander ran the brush through Dillon’s red tinted hair in slow strokes, brushing through the waves. “You will learn that your purpose is to serve. I like my subs clean.” 

Remembering the first rule he was given, Dillon fought against the urge to speak. The passion he felt from the brush through his hair made his body tingle. The tingling across his body made his hard cock throb. And of course, the throb made him want to beg the older man to fuck him. It was a viscous circle that he was quickly building a love hate relationship with. He didn’t know what the consequences were for speaking, he just knew he didn’t want to face them.

Alexander reached into the black leather bag again, this time withdrawing a pair of clippers. When Dillon seen the hair clippers, he flinched. His eyes began to glisten as tears started forming in the corner of his eyes. He looked up and the other man as the first tear leaked out and ran down his cheek. 

“It’s ok little one. Do you trust me?” Dillon didn’t move, he stared up an Alexander as he spoke. “To serve, one must be humble. To be humble is the foundation of service. You’re beautiful hair is a symbol of your ego. Not your pride, I will show you how to be proud of your submission while remaining humble.” Alexander pet down the side of the younger man’s head. 

When the clippers were plugged into the wall socket, a sob escaped Dillon’s throat. “This is the first of many sacrifices you will make in my name. But I promise, it will be worth it.” He flipped the clippers on filling the room with a buzz. 

Wondering how in the hell cutting his hair would be worth anything, Dillon started crying. Alexander witnessed the tears, the sobs and turned the clippers off setting the machine down. Like a good father would, he knelt beside his boy and looked him in the eye. 

“It will be ok little one. I promise.” He consoled Dillon. It will be hard at first, but as you learn you will see. If you trust me, tell me.”

Dillon sniffed the liquid starting to run down his top lip and looked back into Alexander’s warm soft eyes. He thought hard about what was coming. He had grown and nurtured his hair with the best products for years. Everyone complimented his reddish blonde locks. The gentleness Alexander was showing him was comforting. “I… I trust you.”

“Good boy. Now ask me to cut your hair.” The older man insisted in a gentle voice. 

Through the next sob, Dillon asked, “Will you cut my hair?” His eyes still showing his fear. 

Alexander tilted his head down slightly, waiting for the next word. When it didn’t come, he reminded Dillon, “Will I please cut your hair…” he gave a few second pause before finishing “Sir?”

Dillon choked another sob out before he spoke again, his voice trembled. “Will you please cut my hair Sir?”

“Well done little one!” He patted the top of the younger man’s head. “That was your last reminder.”

The clippers came alive again and moved towards Dillon’s head. His body trembled as he heard the sound of the trimmer motor bog under the thickness of his hair. Alexander moved the clippers in slow straight stokes being careful not to pull his sub’s hair as he mowed through the flowing mane. 

With each strip, Dillon could feel the hair falling down his back. Each time the falling hair tickled his skin, a new sob formed. With each sob, his Dom showered him with comforting words. 

“You’re doing so good little one. I’m so proud of you!” Alexander told him. “Your bravery is astounding.” Alexander knew how difficult this first step was for Dillon. 

Dillon didn’t speak, he was trying to control his fears, his emotions. He was trying to earn the praises he was receiving from the older man. Praise is what he had always sought, so his emotions were in a spiral, his fear of not having his hair colliding with Alexander’s intoxicating praise left him confused. 

The trimmer quieted and Alexander patted the top of Dillon’s head. “You can stand now boy. Take a look at my sub and then shower all of that hair off of you please?”

Dillon was scared. He had no idea how much hair, if any was left. Taking his time, his knees shook as he stood. He held his eyes closed for several seconds fearing what he would see. When he finally build the strength to look at himself, he had to blink the blur from his vision. 

He stood there, facing a brand new version of himself. He was relieved to find that he wasn’t totally bald. The short military style crew cut made his strawberry blonde look more strawberry than blonde. Turning his head in different directions so he could get a view from several different angles, Alexander asked “Well, what to you think?”

“I don’t know-“ he quickly remembered the rules, “Sir. It’s gonna take some time to get used to it, but it’s not as bad as I expected.” 

“Very good. I’m glad to hear that. Now, if you would get cleaned up please? I know that was hard for you.” Alexander poured on more praise. “I’m so happy and proud of you. I would love to give you a reward.” 

Dillon looked at the older man, his confusion was evident on his face. “May I ask a question Sir?”

“You may.”

“Why are you going to give me a reward? I was hesitant, I cried like a baby.” Dillons voice was shaky as he spoke. 

“I told you there were going to be some difficult sacrifices. We both knew you’re identity, your vain confidence was in your hair.  That might be the most emotionally difficult sacrifice I ask you to make. You made it. Through your fears, you sacrificed for me. For that, I am grateful.” Alexander explained to the younger man as he looked into his eyes. “For that, you have earned reward.”

Dillon felt something moving inside him. It wasn’t pride as he once knew. It was different, but it was comforting to him. He smiled at his Dom, nodded and turned towards the shower. When he finished there was a warm towel waiting for him on the towel rack. All evidence of his sacrifice had been removed and cleaned up. He dried himself off, noticing how much easier his hair was to towel off, and walked into the bedroom. 

Alexander was sitting in a chair in the far corner of the room waiting for Dillon. He waived the young naked man over to him and pointed to the floor at his feet. Dillon sat as directed at Alexander’s feet. 

“Thank you again.” Alexander repeated. “In the future, I’m going to have so much fun with you boy. But not before we talk about limits.”

I don’t have lim-“

Alexander immediately interrupted the boy. “You have limits. You may not know them yet, therefore neither do I.” He looked down to Dillon. “I do have reward for you tonight. So, if you’ll kindly lay on my bed.”

Again, trying to be obedient, Dillon did as he was told as Alexander left the room. He knew the older man told him that he wouldn’t fuck him tonight, and that he was a man of his word. What could this reward be he wondered. Dillon laid his head on a pillow and shifted to find comfort. 

Alexander returned with wrist and ankle restraints, some kind of bar, a towel and a large bottle of massage oil. Dillon’s eyes widened and the sight of the man’s equipment. He had been hand cuffed a couple of times and had seen restraints similar in some pornography he watched on occasion. 

“These,” Alexander started as he dropped the restraints and spreader bar on the bed next to Dillon “are not for tonight. However, you will likely become very familiar with how the leather feels against your skin.”

He brushed his fingertips over Dillon’s skin. “I have many toys and tools to make you feel amazing or to bring you great pain.” His fingers still exploring the outlines of Dillon’s muscular frame. “These are just a small sample.” 

He laid the towel down on the pillow near Dillon’s head. Squirting a small puddle of oil into the palm of his hand, he placed the bottle on the night stand. He rubbed his palms together spreading the lubricant across both hands. 

“Imagine the first time I bind you motionless.” Alexander suggested. “Maybe I flog you?” He traced the outline of Dillon’s erection without touching it. “Maybe I fuck you.” Dillon sighed when he felt Alexander’s slick hand cup his balls. “Maybe you cum or maybe you don’t.”

Alexander wrapped his fingers around the base of Dillon’s cock and slowly stroked upward to the tip, pushing out a small of precum before sliding back down. Dillon whimpered. 

“The important thing is, once we know your limits and curiosities,” he stroked up and down again. “you will be at the mercy of my deviant desires.”

Alexander bent down and mouthed Dillon’s nipple, flickering his tongue over its point before speaking again. “You will be rewarded for a job well done.” he continued working Dillon’s shaft at a slow intentional pace. “Sometimes I’ll let you choose what that is.” His palm cupped the head of Dillon’s cock and twisted. Dillon bucked his hips into the other man’s hand. “Sometimes I will choose you’re reward.” His hand wrapped around Dillon’s shaft again. 

Dillon’s eyes were closed as he took in both Alexander’s words, and the pleasure his cock was receiving. Alexander’s hand would stroke downward while Dillon pumped himself upward through the man’s fist. Then both motions would reverse and repeat.  

Dillon moaned out when Alexander sped up, stroking tip to base and back. His hips working his shaft through Alexander’s hand as he felt his toes begin to lock up. His orgasm was eminent and coming quickly. The thrashed his head around the pillow sighing and panting. 

Just before Alexander allowed him to cum, his head raised off of the soft surface and his body tensed. “Ahhhhrrr” he cried as streams of milky white fluid shot out across his six pack abs. Alexander was relentless and never slowed his assault on Dillon’s cock. His body convulsed from the over sensitive mushroom head being stimulated through and after his orgasm. 

He cried out, begging Alexander to stop. “It tickles” he forced through clenched teeth but Alexander continued stroking. 

Grunts and groans filled the room, but the other man wouldn’t stop. From reflex, Dillon reached up to try to thwart the attack but his hand was quickly smacked away. 

Alexander continued pumping his fist until Dillon’s cock gave out and started softening in his hand. Dillon’s breathing was labored and uneven when the older man finally let go of him. 

Dillon lay twitching in the bed while Alexander cleaned up his brand new and freshly relieved submissive. The satisfaction he felt ran deep into his Dominant soul. “Good boy!” He complemented as he cleaned the last of the streaks of cum off of Dillon’s body. 

After Dillon caught his breath, Alexander laid next him and covered them both with a warm blanket. Alexander cuddled Dillon and gently rubbed hai body while he came down from his endorphin high. “Would you like something to drink little one?” 

Still unable to speak, Dillon nodded confirmation and Alexander quickly got up to take care of his boy’s needs. Upon returning with the a glass of iced water, Alexander insisted Dillon spend the night without any resistance. 

He returned to his position next to Dillon and began rubbing his chest again until Dillon fell into a deep sleep. He laid still and watch Dillon for a little while longer before he also fell asleep.