Tommy Loves His sub

 “OMG! We forgot to pack, Tommy.”

“That’s okay, pup. I figured we’d stop by the house on the way out. It’s on the way, anyway. Besides, I might want a little . . . . attention  . . . . before we get on the road.”

Dylan huffs, as if it bothered him.

“Don’t even pretend, Dylan. I know you love it!”

“Yes, baby. And I love how you’re constantly thinking about how you want to use me.”

“You know, Dylan, that was something that I really enjoyed last night, but I also feel a little guilty about.”

“What’s that?”

“Well first of all, I knew I could do almost anything at all to you and you would let me. I loved working on your body, giving you pleasure and some pain, and taking advantage of how beautiful you are to me and how good you tasted and all that neat stuff. And then, I just laid back. You never said a single word. I just told you what to do. I put you where I wanted you when I wanted to, I gave one word commands and you bounced all over the bed. I said ‘balls’ and you were down there. I said ‘armpits’ and you were buried in my pits. I said ‘suck” and you started working on my dick.” It was awesome! I loved it so much”

“I’m glad you did, because that’s always how it will be, Tommy. I love obeying you.”

“well, I feel a little guilty about it, like I’m being too selfish or something. I don’t know.”

Dylan took Tommy’s hand and sucked his finger a bit, then kissed it and put it back down.

“Tommy? Don’t you realize . . .

“Realize what?”

“Realize that it has ALWAYS been that way with you and me. Ever since we were little kids. Who decided what games we would play? Who decided where we would go? Who decided what movies we would watch? “Who would decide when we would go to bed, or when we would snuggle together under the covers, or when we would pull down our pants and check out each other’s pubic hair? Tommy, my love, you have ALWAYS called the shots. And I have always just gone along with it.”

“But”

“But nothing, dork! So why should our sex lives be any different? You like to give the orders. I like to obey you. You like to use me any way you want to make you feel good. I love you using me like a personal servant or slave or whatever. That’s the way we are. That’s the way we grew up with each other. And so, now that we’re sexually active, that’s the way it is. Nothing has changed.”

Tommy rubs his chin and thinks things over. “Wow. I never realized . . . “

Dylan giggles.

“But . . “

“But what?”

“But, you didn’t give any input last night. You were completely silent.”

“That’s the way I wanted to be. You had me so turned on and so much in sub space that I probably couldn’t have talked even if I wanted to. Sweetheart, I had a fabulous time. I have always had a fabulous time with you. I love you so much, Tommy. I have always loved following your lead, baby.”

“Wow.”

“Wow, what?”

“Wow. We really are made for each other.”

Dylan just smiles at him and lowers his head so Tommy can mess with his hair.

“Tommy, why do you think I rarely get haircuts and always just let it grow out?”

“I just guessed you like it that way.”

“But why do I like it that way?”

“I dunno. Cause you look cute that way---and you do, baby. You are the cutest boy I’ve ever met.”

“there’s another reason, dude. I keep it the way I keep it because ever since I met you you’ve been messing up my hair and ruffling it all over the place. You did that the first day I met you, baby. And, In case you never realized it, I fucking love it when you do that to me!”

Tommy laughs. “So obvious and I couldn’t see it! But what if I decided someday that I wanted to shave you bald?”

“don’t you dare!”

“See? You’ve got some limits.”

“But I was only kidding. If you want to shave me bald some day, just go ahead and do it. My hair is for you. My scalp is for you. Just like everything is for you, baby.”

“well, don’t worry. I love your hair the way it is.” He reaches over to run his hand through it again.

“You know, Tommy, it’s kind of strange. You never hesitate to do it, even in public. Even at school all these years. But no one has ever said anything about it or thought it was queer or something.”

“Cause they always wished they could do it to you themselves! But if anyone ever dared try to touch your hair, I’d go ballistic at them.”

“That’s my Tommy.” Dylan leans over and kisses him on the cheek, just as they drive into the dorm parking lot. Eddie the homophobe sees it and sneers at them. When Tommy parks the car, he comes over to the window.

Tommy rolls down the window a little. “You having a problem, buster? Are you jealous because no one ever kisses your cheek? Who the fuck would want to. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to open the door of the car and you’re in my fucking way.” He rolls up the window.

Dylan gets nervous. “Shit! here we go!”

“Don’t’ worry, baby. Here come Phil and Doug. They saw the whole thing.”

 . . . . .

The day drags on. Finally it’s 2 pm and the guys are heading back to the house.

Dylan is bubbly, looking forward to the weekend and to his visit to Momma and Pop. Tommy notices how he’s finding it hard to sit still, and greatly enjoys seeing his lover so excited, the morning incident apparently forgotten.

Tommy is musing over things. “I’m going to arrange for you to have driving lessons. It is important that you get your license. I won’t be on campus at least three days a week next year.”

“Cant’ you teach me, Tommy?”

“Absolutely not. That would throw another dynamic into our relationship and I don’t want that to happen. But then again, how would you feel about being taught by one of our friends? Like maybe Phil or Doug or Marvin or even Peter?”

“you know, I took Drivers’ Ed in high school, so I’m not completely unable to drive. I did drive on the road back then.”

“hmmm. I’ll talk to Dad and see what he recommends. Don’t you worry about it, baby. I’ll come up with a good solution.”

Dylan slips into sub mode. “Yes, Sir.” Tommy messes up his hair and pulls his head down to his lap. “Stay here, pup, so I can settle you down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Tommy strokes his cheek. “My little sub boy is up and down and all over the place. I think you need a good spanking before we set out for Stoudville.”

Dylan breathes heavily. “Please, Sir? And may I suck you cock after you spank me?”

“I think that can be arranged. But we have to pack fast. I don’t want to hit much traffic.”

“Yes. Sir. I love you, Tommy.”

“I think I’m going to give you a hand spanking, a nice hard hand spanking. Make you bright red and put some tears in your eyes, boy. that’s what you need to settle you down.”

Dylan feels Tommy’s cock getting hard underneath his cheek. He starts to rub against it. Tommy breathes through his teeth. “You trying to make me cum in my pants, little one? I want to wear these home. Sit up, baby.”

“yes, Sir.” Dylan sits up and stares out the window, jiggling his leg. He’s getting sexually frustrated and his dick is fighting against the cage. “Oh damn, I want to cum!”

“that’s the breaks, kid. I’m not unlocking you. Get used to wanting to cum. Maybe, if you want it enough, you’ll cum when I spank you, boy. But every time I hear you say that I’ll add another day to your lock in period.”

AS they get close to the house, Tommy says, “it’s time to start calming you down, little pup. so all these worries and questions are quieted and that all you need to focus on is that you belong to me and that I will take care of everything for you.” Dylan starts to speak but Tommy quiets him. SSSH! Do not speak just settle in, boy. Strip right now, right here! You can put these clothes back on when we get back in the door. I want you entering the house naked.”

Dylan strips. His cock is straining the cage and even dripping a little.”Catch the juices dripping from your dick, Dylan, and lick them up. then come inside, boy.”

Tommy goes to the closet to see what he can use. He takes out the collar, the wrist cuffs, some rope and one of circular bars to fit over the legs of the bed. He fits the bar to the leg of the bed. Perfect fit! Dylan stands there quiet, watching. Tommy fastens the leather collar over Dylan’s neck and puts the wrist cuffs on him as well. Then he takes a rope and hooks it into a clip to attach to the collar, Dylan’s hands in front, and with a rope fastens it all to the bar on the bottom of the bed. dylan is stretched out over the bed and can hardly move anything above his belt. Then Tommy takes a pillow from the bed, covers it with a towel, and tells Dylan to raise up his crotch so he can fit the pillow underneath him. Perfect! Dylan is tightly bound to the bed with his neck and hands stretched out over the end of the bed. His lithesome body is spread across the mattress, his beautifully smooth skin glistening in the light, his shapely ass raised and just waiting for some kind of discipline.

Tommy speaks again, “Settle in, boy. Understand that I AM NOT punishing you. I am doing this because you have been tormenting yourself with worries that you do not to worry about. I want you to focus, lad. I want you to remember that you belong to me and that I take care of everything for you now that I have you free from your past. I want you to settle in, boy. settle down into your real identity and let go of everything else.”

Tommy get up  on the bed alongside his boy and with his hand, gently smooths over the boy’s ass with gentle strokes. The boy starts to coo. Tommy begins spanking, very softly at first, once to each cheek, and then gradually builds up the pressure. Good pace, one side to the other, each time slightly harder until he hears Dylan breathe heavily and moan. “Slow your breathing, boy. Embrace the pain and take it in. Do not resist it or you will make this be a lot worse than it has to be. Settle, Dyl, Settle.” He continues the onslaught He also expands the area he is striking to the sides of the butt and to the area below the buttocks where the boy sits. Back and forth, harder and harder. Dylan tries to get away, but he cannot and finally he sinks down into the pillow and just moans and starts to weep. Tommy is glad to see the boy weeping. Those tears will help wash out a lot of unnecessary crap the boy is carrying around with him. Tommy is focused and merciless. dylan starts to cry out and even emit a tear filled scream at times. Tommy continues pushing his program. Dylan is bright red now and his tears are flowing. All of a sudden he cries out, “OMG I feel like I’m gonna cum!” Tommy lays it on even more severely until at long last, Dylan screams and explodes, releasing himself into his cage. Tommy stops hitting him and quickly releases the collar from him, then the cuffs. Dylan lies motionless, moaning. Tommy reaches underneath the boy and says, ‘Yes, I thrashed you until you were able to cum, even in your cage. Now get on the floor and show me how grateful you are. Dylan does so. Tommy had already taken his pants off, so all Dylan needs to so is pull down his boxer briefs. Eagerly he sucks his Master’s cock, wanting to show gratitude and love and submission. Tommy is close to the edge and it only takes a minute for him to shoot his load into the boy’s mouth. The boy gulps noisily and then proceeds to lick Tommy clean as a whistle.

Tommy sits up and picks Dylan up off the floor and helps him into the shower. His cage is dripping his discharge but Dylan isn’t embarrassed by it. After all, his Master was the one to whip the cum out of him! Tommy turns one of the sprays, fixes the water so it isn’t too hot, and sprays it into the boy’s cage, doing a good job to get all of the gism out of it. Dylan stands motionless, simply allowing Tommy to do what he thinks must be done. Tommy pours shampoo over the cage and rinses it again. Then he sets the temperature a bit cooler and tells Dylan to turn around. Tommy sprays his bright red well-whipped butt with the water. Tommy starts to scream but ends up cooing.

Tommy takes a towel and gently dries the boy, front and back, then has the boy lean over the bed and he puts the Chinese ointment on it. Dylan coos gratitude.

“Okay. Up, boy. Get your suitcase and lay it on the bed. Tommy does the same for his. He gives the orders, making the boy move quickly without thinking.

“Three pairs of underpants in each suitcase. Two pair white socks for each. One pair black socks for each.

He picks out jeans and dress pants for Dylan and takes stuff for himself.

4 t-shirts for Dylan, including the fiancé shirt. One button down shirt, Tommy selects the color.

Tommy finished packing his own things.

Dylan, bring the suitcases out to the trunk along with our school bags and laptops. Quickly. forget that you’re outside naked with a red ass. You’re beautiful and no one is around. HURRY or I’ll use my other hand on you, boy.

Dylan gets the car packed. “Get into the car and dress yourself while I check around the house and set the alarm.

They are soon on their way. Dylan sits back with his eyes closed, breathing deeply. Tommy wisely lets him have a much time as he need before he speaks again. Tommy is quite pleased with himself for knowing exactly how to handle his buddy in new unexpected ways. He is also amazed with how easily it has been for him to assume this new aspect of their relationship, to feel so much in charge, so much knowing just what to do to help his best friend realize his identity as a devoted and loving sub and lover.

Dylan sits silently and experiences the burn in his bottom gradually turning to a warmth that he welcomes with all his being, a warmth that fills his whole being with a sense of well-being, a warmth that is so much greater than the turmoil that was disturbing his peace of mind. Certain things he remembers with gratitude: the cool water sizzling on his flesh, water that Tommy gave him to ease his shame --  no, not shame. Dylan feels no shame at this moment; only gratitude that Tommy is so strong when he is so weak. He remembers the delicious experience of Tommy’s cum and the knowledge that he is able to turn his own pain into Tommy’s pleasure, so happy to be able to be the one who alone can milk his lover. He remembers Tommy’s total control over him, ordering him outside naked to tend to their luggage, something that he had never felt before. He remembers being bound and helpless and Tommy’s always gentle words, Settle in, boy, settle in. He remembers watching Tommy’s private hair gradually growing in when they dared peek at one another. He remembers being held in Tommy’s arms on days when he was given to despair, bruised and violated by his sadistic brother, and how he left his own house in shame and had that shame dissolve into love as he cried in Tommy’s arms. He remembers feeling so safe, so very safe, one night in a thunderstorm when he crawled into Tommy’s bed and Tommy turning to him and wrapping him in his arms. He reaches up his hands to touch the chain around his neck, realizing what it means to him. Holding the chain with one hand, he reaches out and puts his left hand on Tommy’s leg and Tommy placing his own hand over him with a gentle squeeze.

He feels a desire to speak. “I love you,” he whispers. “I have always loved you. I give myself to you. I am yours. My soreness is yours, a gift you have given me. I want nothing but you. I want to be yours, Tommy.”

“You are mine, baby. Settle in, my love, settle in. Settle in and find your happiness. Settle in and know you are so loved, so safe, so much my lover soon to be my husband. And where are we going, Dylan? Where are we going now?”

“We are going to celebrate our love with our family, my new family.”

Tommy is so happy to see that Dylan is in a calm space; not quite sub space, but rather simply calm and protected and unafraid and eager to drink in the love just as he drank from the tip of Tommy’s throbbing cock, so thirsty, so eager, so grateful.

“Drink your Gatorade, sweetheart. You need the electrolytes.” Dylan picks up the bottle and starts to drink it down. Tommy sings to him, you never have to be afraid as sure as I’m standing here. Dylan smiles an angelic smile and Tommy looks at him and sees the little boy he was so fond of, the little boy that he swore he would always protect. He sees the young man emerging from the fear he would not be accepted if Tommy knew how much he loved him. There is no fear, now. Only a promise of a wonderful future. Dylan’s smile stays sweet and strong and his eyes glow, not with tears, but rather with love and enchantment.

”Can we get a puppy?”

“You are my puppy, sweetheart. And yes, we can, sometime soon. After our honeymoon.”

“Just a mutt who has been rejected.”

“Of course. That would be most appropriate, baby.”

“I was rejected. But that’s all over now.”

“Yes it is, sweetheart. Now you are adopted and betrothed and cherished above all others.” Tommy reaches over and squeezes his sore nipple.

“Bully!”

“I have to be a bully so you remember what will happen if you disobey!”

They both giggle, and the spell is broken and everything goes back to normal.

Dylan chatters on about how much he likes Peter.

“Do you think Peter has had much experience?” asks Tommy.

“It’s hard to tell. I mean, he certainly knows a lot of stuff about it all, but he’s never said anything about having a sub or slave of his own. He recognized my collar for what it was as soon as he saw it.”

“I know, and he made a remark to me about you being put in the place you need to be, so that had me thinking.”

“I guess we could just come out and ask him.”

“Why don’t you do that next time you talk to him?”

“Ok, Tommy, I’ll do that. I’ll be interested to hear his story.”

“I must say that I do feel safe around him.”

“that’s important, because I won’t be around much next semester because of my internship.”

“I’m gonna hate that.”

“yes, baby. I understand. But let’s not worry about that now. I don’t want your mind to get into a jumble again with worrying.”

“I’ve got a very sore ass to keep me from doing that, Sir.”

“as you should, boy.”

“I wonder what a flogger feels like.”

“I think the hand on flesh connection is more important under the circumstances.”

“yes. I feel your hand all over my ass, Tommy. And my nipples too, dude.”

“I guess I need to keep you sore all the time, boy.”

“nice sore, Sir, not mean sore.”

“what is what you call ‘mean sore’?”

“Like what Tiger used to do to me, or all three brothers. Once they stripped me to my underpants and tied me down and the three of them hit me all over.”

“I’m just glad for one thing.”

“What is that?”

“That is was never sexual. That you were never sexually abused.”

“they had no interest in that, fortunately. Like I said, they never got me naked. they were so afraid of being called ‘queer’”

“that’s all over now, Dylan. Do you understand that?”

“I understand it, Tommy, but there is still this fear in me. Fear that they might someday want to go after me. They have no one to practice their sadism on, unless Tiger decides to go after my youngest brother.”  Tommy makes a note about providing greater security for Dylan on campus next semester, but he doesn’t say anything about it now.

“How old is he now?”

“Lewis? He’s 12”

“the same age we were growing our pubes.”

“the same age when I began wanting your cock in my mouth, dude.”

“Oo, oo: Twink Dick.” Tommy giggles and Dylan joins him.

“Could you shoot at that age?”

“don’t really remember. You?”

“13. I thought something really bad was happening. I got so scared. But then it started happening all the time and I finally realized what was going on.”

“I don’t think I started until 14. But, unlike you, I wasn’t all that into jerking off. I’m still not. ESPECIALLY now that I have a slave to make sure I’ll never have to jerk off.”

“Anytime you want, Master.”

Tommy cuffs his cheek. “don’t I know it! And I want you to be caged most of the time to help you get control over your masturbation habit. From now on, I will be present to watch you cum, baby.”

“Being caged is so humiliating!”

“Good humiliation or bad humiliation?”

“At first I thought it was bad, but now I’m a lot more accepting, and I’m happy that I’m caged because YOU want it. It definitely makes me feel more submissive and more focused on your cock. And besides, I guess I don’t need to jerk off anymore because you are my ultimate fantasy and it’s now reality. Although I don’t know how I will feel about it if anyone else ever sees me this way.”

“Understandable. I am very pleased with you. I never ever even thought of such a thing as a chastity device, but now I find that I am very turned on to know I have that much control over you in the most intimate way imaginable. And I find it beautiful to look at, Dylan. To look at you willingly placed under my control. To know that your only outlet is my own cock.”

“Damn, Tommy, you’re making my cock try to get hard.”

Tommy gives an evil laugh. “I have to say that I am pleased by the way you’re talking now. You’re back to normal and not so frenetic. Spanking you really helps you a lot, boy.” Dylan kisses Tommy’s hand.

They pull up to the house and park in the driveway. There is a big sign hanging out of an upstairs window that says, “Congratulations to Tommy and Dylan”