Tommy Loves His sub

They have a wonderful supper and then Tommy picks out a movie for the to watch. An Officer and a Gentleman. About trash redeeming itself. Dylan identifies the most with the part where Richard Gere begins to cry and says, “I have nowhere else to go.” And there is nowhere else he would rather be.  For the first time in Tommy’s parent’s home, Dylan can watch a move snuggled up with Tommy, with Tommy’s—no, their­­—parents snuggled across from them. And all is right with the world.

. . .

By the time the movie ends, Dylan is sound asleep, lying on the couch on his side, with his head in Tommy’s lap, while Tommy gently toys with his hair. Tommy’s mother looks at them and is so moved by the sight. “Dylan feels so safe with you,” she says to Tommy. “He always has been,” Tommy admits. “Only now you two can express it physically, and I am so happy to see this come to pass. My goodness, he looks adorable lying there with you. Would it be okay with you if I snapped a picture? Something that might become a prized possession in your home?” Tommy agrees. She gets up quietly to get her phone, then comes back to get the picture.

“Mom, I don’t know what to do about his medication. He’s supposed to take it before he goes to sleep at night. Should I still wake him up to take it?”

“I would think so. The night is young yet, but he certainly can benefit from a long night’s sleep. Besides, considering what happened last night, it would be wise to play it safe.”

“Good point, Mom. Thanks. And I have to wake him up anyway to get him upstairs.”

Tommy slides his hand around Dylan’s neck and fingers the collar. Dylan opens his eyes and yawns. “I fell asleep. I’m sorry.” Tommy looks at his mother as if to say, “he always feels sorry about things.”

“No problem, sweetheart. Mom was just noting how safe you look, and how beautiful you are sleeping that way on my lap. Can you get yourself off the couch so we can go upstairs or do you need help?”

Dylan tries to get himself upright, but he does need his lover’s help. Tommy gets him standing up and then, one arm around him, helps him up the stairs. “Goodnight, Momma,” Dylan says in a sleepy voice.

Upstairs, Tommy helps him off with his clothes and leaves them on the floor. “Go pee, baby.” he says. Dylan goes to the toilet and sits down. While he is peeing, Tommy gets his pill and a cup of water. “Open up, boy,” he says, and shows Dylan the pill. Dylan opens his mouth, Tommy pops the pill in and gives him the cup of water. Dylan drinks and then moves himself so he is kneeling on the side of the toilet. “Me watch you peepee,” he says in his child voice. Tommy winks at him, takes his dick out of his pants and lets go with his usual strong flow. Dylan looks mesmerized by it. When finished, tommy shakes himself off. Dylan reaches for his dick, but Tommy stops him. “not now, baby. Go get in bed. I’ll be there in just a minute.” Dylan does what he is told and gets under the covers and drinks in the warmth. Tommy strips to his underwear, picks up the clothes on the floor and then gets into bed, spooning Dylan, who has already fallen asleep. Tommy kisses him beneath his ear and whispers, “Sleep well, my beautiful boy. Feel my love all night. Be at peace,” and he says a quiet prayer for his fiancé, as he usually does. It doesn’t take long for both of them to fall sound asleep.

No nightmare tonight. Tonight, Dylan dreams that he is floating in a fluffy cloud (probably triggered by what they were saying earlier), and remains peacefully asleep until early the next morning. When he wakes up, Tommy is still spooning him. Dylan wiggles himself around and scratches his cheek on Tommy’s scruffy face, then kisses his neck, then nuggles himself into Tommy’s armpit, a place he is beginning to feel very fond of. He sniffs. Good! No deodorant. He’ll take care of that once they both wake up.

Finally, Tommy awakens. They both had a wonderful night’s sleep. “Hey, little one! You like snuggling in my armpit, don’t you?

“Yup. When I don’t smell deodorant.”

“I’ve been using it a lot less, just cause you like me au naturel.”

“Honey, would you put your hands behind your head?” Tommy does it. Dylan leans up to see the sight. “

“Like what you see?’ “Sure do. Yummy. Some day I’m gonna take a picture of you like that. Love your armpit hair.”

“Is that because you can’t have any?”

“Nope. Just love the sight of it. Only you. Never liked it before.” Dylan dives in and licks and sucks his man’s essence, then goes to the other one. Then he goes to kiss Tommy, but Tommy turns his head. “Not until you brush your teeth, dude! I’m not tasting my own armpits!”

Dylan pouts and then gets out of bed. “Last night I dreamed I was floating inside a fluffy cloud.”

“that’s wonderful, baby!” Dylan goes in to brush and pee. Tommy follows shortly after. Dylan once again kneels to watch his man pee. “So fucking hot! Man!” Tommy giggles. “You are so sexed up, my boy. Armpits, piss, so much turns you on!” “Because it’s all you, Tommy. Not interested in anyone else’s stuff.” They get in the shower and take care of one another. Dylan always gets the best of that deal because of his hair, which fascinates Tommy as much as other parts of Tommy fascinate him.

“Today’s the day I get my cage unlocked! Can’t wait!”

“Correction, boy. Today’s the day you get to cum. Not necessarily unlocked.”

“Oh no! you gonna spank me hard again? Please no!”

“No, baby. But I’m gonna start playing with your ass, maybe give you a prostate massage and make you cum like that.” Dylan takes some deep sighs. “Wow. but don’t you want to see if I need to be shaved? It’s been a whole week.”

“Maybe. Or maybe I have something else planned, something a little more humiliating.”

“Uh-oh. What, Sir”

“Well, I’ve been thinking. All the guys on the team know how to do a shave down. Maybe I’ll get one of them shave you instead. I’ve got a late class on Tuesday this week. I could send Doug or Phil or maybe even Peter to do the job.”

“Pete’s not on the team.”

“So? I’m sure Peter has shaved many slaves in his day. So how do you like my idea?”

“Does it matter if I like it or not?”

“Nope. Not unless you safeword it.”

“No, Sir. I will surrender to your wishes, no matter how much it might embarrass me. BUT, I really don’t think one of our teammates will want to shave my asshole.”

“I’ll take care of that. You don’t have much hair back there anyway. Or maybe I’ll get you waxed!”

“they say that is very painful.”

“I know.” Tommy gives an evil laugh. Dylan decides he’d better quit while he’s ahead.

“or you know what I’ll do if I need to punish you?”

“Now what?”

“I’ll send Adrian over to do you.”

“But he’ll demand a blow job.”

“Oh, right. Well, forget that idea. You’re not blowing anybody but me. Ever again. I own your mouth, boy.”

Shivers run through Dylan when Tommy talks like that.

“Let’s go down and fix breakfast. Hopefully, Mom and Dad didn’t get up as early as us.”

“No breakfast. Just coffee. Brunch at the club, remember?”

“Oh yes, that’s right. But let’s not get dressed up for that yet. Let’s wait until shortly before we leave. Let’s go downstairs in our underwear, baby.”

“hot! but will my cage show?”

“Let me see when you put your boxers on.” Dylan does. “No, you look fine. Let’s go.”

“Kisses first. I brushed my teeth, Tommy, so I can kiss you good.”

“Ok, and I’ll give you a little bit of breakfast juice, as well.”

A big, wet, juicy kiss follows. And down they go.

Tommy puts on the coffee and then pours a glass of milk to give to Dylan, thinking of him as his little boy. (Now where did THAT come from.) He had a strange thought and chuckled to himself as he was handing the milk to his boy.

“What are you chuckling about, big guy?”

“I was thinking that maybe I should get you a sippy cup for home.”

Dylan doesn’t know how to react to that. Part of him is definitely interested but he’s afraid to admit it, even though Tommy was the first to mention such a thing.

“Why? Do you want to treat me like a little boy?”

“Sometimes, perhaps. When I look at you my love, I see so many different aspects of your being. I see you as my life-long devoted friend. I see you as an abused and deprived victim who needs care and protection and especially needs to feel safe. I see you as a kinky sub. I see you as my lover. I see you as my slave. I see you as my husband. And sometimes, I simply see you as a very cute and lovable little boy who needs to be taken care of.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of peoples in my little body, buddy.”

“peoples? you still like baby talk, don’t you?”

“Yes, but before we came out to each other I never dared.”

“Use it when you want. It is fine with me. And sometimes probably adorable. Dylan, my love, I adore everything there is to adore about you. I am smitten with you. I am so very much in love with you and devoted to you in all these aspects.”

“My lover is very eloquent this morning.” Dylan smiles as he drinks his milk.

“Yes, a sippy cup, It will give you more practice sucking, and a sub like you always needs that.”

“As long as it’s you I’m sucking. Mike’s slave Eddie was telling me that Mike used to send him to friends to service, sometimes several in one day. And he would invite friends over to see Eddie get whipped and then have him service each of them while there were still tears in his eyes.”

“And he liked that? I would never ever let anyone see me treat you like a slave, Dylan. That is just for us at special times.”

“I know that. Besides, I would safeword. It would trigger all sorts of awful memories and feelings in me. Did I ever tell you that sometimes Tiger would also let his friends have at me?”

“No. OMG, baby. How did you ever manage to hide all that from me? Why didn’t you ever tell us?”

“I was too ashamed.”

“Too ashamed of what, Dylan?” Thomas enters the room and overhears the last bit of their conversation.

“Can I answer?” Tommy asks Dylan. Dylan shyly nods his head, blushing.

“Dad, I just keep finding out more and more about the things Dylan suffered at home and I was asking why he never told us any of it, but tried to hide most of it.”

Dylan speaks up. “I was ashamed. That’s all. I’m sorry.”

Thomas says, “No, dylan, WE’RE sorry. Especially me. I should have picked up on more than I did.”

“No blamies, please?” Dylan reverts to little boy mode.

Thomas simply goes over to him and massages his shoulders. “Ok, Dyl, we won’t go there. It’s all over, Dylan. Do you really understand that?”

“I guess.”

Tommy picks Dylan up off his chair and wraps him in a smothering hug. “I will never ever let anyone hurt you ever again, sweetheart. That is my job from now on. You tell me if someone even looks at you cross-eyed, PLEASE?”

“I know, Tommy, like you took care of Adrian.”

“Adrian?” asks Thomas. Someone I should know?

Tommy speaks up. “No, Dad. It was just someone who was giving Dylan a hard time when I was away on meets. I took care of it. He wouldn’t dare go near Dylan ever again.”

Dylan looks up at Tommy. “Can I have one of those little pills, please, Tommy?” Tommy runs upstairs to get one and, in fact, plans to bring the bottle with them wherever they go. He comes back down and gives a pill to Dylan. “Good for you for recognizing that you would be needing one. I think Dr.Mary would be very pleased.”

Thomas asks, “Should we perhaps cancel the brunch?”

Dylan replies, “No, please no. I’m looking forward to it. All dressed up in my new suit and you can show us off to your colleagues and friends who are there and be proud of us.”

Tommy adds, “He’ll be fine, Dad. But please excuse us as we bring our coffee upstairs.”

“sure thing. We will be leaving in 45 minutes, so keep that in mind since it will take you a bit longer to get dressed than usual.”

Tommy takes Dylan by the hand and brings him upstairs. He holds him in his arms and they stand there together. He doesn’t let go until Dylan his coordinating his breath with Tommy’s. Nothing needs to be said. Finally, Dylan whispers to him, “Maybe I should safeword whenever there is talk about abuse.” Tommy replies, “Or maybe I should safeword for you.”

“Love me, Daddy? Do stuff to me?” asks Dylan plaintively.

Tommy takes off dylan’s tshirt and begins to kiss him from his neck all the way down to his belly button. then back up to the nipples to work them over, knowing full well that some pain tends to calm Dylan down.

“They’re yours, Sir. They love what you do to them. OUCH!”

“Good pain, sweetheart?” “Yes, Sir. Good. All good.” Dylan suddenly inhales through his teeth. That gives Tommy a signal to back off a bit.

“Damn, boy. I love your skin. I love your perky nipples. they’re like toys for me.”

“Your toy is trying to get hard. Damn!”

“Just a reminder that I control your dick, boy.” “Yes, Sir. I can’t forget that. It’s not mine alone. It’s mostly yours now. And I like that. I like giving that to you.”

Tommy kisses him passionately again. “It keeps you safe. Think of it that way.”

“All for you, my lover.”

“Mine.”

And all is right for Dylan,

They get dressed in their suits. Or, rather I should say, Tommy gets the two of them dressed. He opens up the package of new undershirts and hands one to Dylan to put on. Then the light blue dress shirt and he helps him with the cuff links. Dylan never had any before, and these are, of course, quite nice.

Dylan has never had a tie. It takes Tommy several tries to get it just right. After all, he has never tied a tie for someone else before. Finally, he stands behind Dylan and ties it with his arms around Dylan which is fine, except he gets hard leaning up against Dylan’s ass. Dylan purrs and thinks of taking care of it, but Tommy reads his mind and says, “There’s not enough time now. Wait until tonight.”

Next it’s the pants. Tommy helps him into them as if he’s a little boy. This seems to be the role they’re in right now. (The key for it is when Dylan calls him “Daddy.” He’s got that figured out now.)

Tommy puts a bit of cologne on them both, thinking that he’s going to have to find a different scent for Dylan. That should be a fun shopping trip. Dylan loves what Tommy wears. Always has.

Vests and jackets are easy. The two of them standing together in their matching suits are a beautiful sight to behold! Before he leaves the room, Tommy makes sure he has the bottle of Xanax in case it is needed, although Dylan seems to be fine since he last took a pill. Hard to know what the rest of the morning will bring. He also has to make sure that Dylan takes his new wallet with his cards inside, and Tommy gives him $40 cash to add to it. “I want you to always have some cash on you, baby. You can’t be penniless any more, sweetheart. You’re a Roberts now.” Dylan is uncomfortable with this change in his life, even though it is a nice change. Dylan still has some trouble getting used to “nice.” He feels like his is play a role in a theater piece right now.

They go downstairs. Mom and Dad are both delighted and proud and in awe of the beauty of the two boys—well, two husbands—looking so wonderful. Pictures are taken, for sure. Dylan is adorable in his little boy kind or messy rich hair and Tommy has to repeatedly resist the urge to toy with it.

Thomas asks Dylan, “Dyl, this must be a bit uncomfortable for you, son, moving into a new kind of reality.” “Yes, Pop, it is strange for me. But I won’t let you down. I won’t do anything to embarrass you.” 

Thomas looks right into his eyes. Dylan marvels at how much it feels like looking into Tommy’s eyes. “Dylan, anything you do or don’t do. Anything you say or don’t say. All of it is okay. We love you as you are. You don’t have to try to be anything that you don’t feel comfortable being. Do you understand me, son?” “Yes, Sir. I want to make your proud.”

“You do that, Dylan. All the time. You are one of the bravest and most decent young men I have ever had the privilege to know.” (Dylan thinks to himself, “decent, huh? You should have seen Tommy pissing on me before!” then  he giggles.) Tommy says, “music to my ears, Dyl. You giggling.”

And off they go to the club, as dylan, sitting in the back seat with Tommy’s hand in his lap, can’t help thinking of what it is like to kneel and watch Tommy piss, and how Tommy sometimes squirts a little into his mouth when he is nearly done. Never thought something like this would appeal to him, but it seems as if a lot of things are becoming sexualized that were formerly only neutral or even not even noticed.

Dylan was never there before. The family had only recently joined; in fact, Tommy was only there once before, one time he went home when Dylan had stayed on campus because he said he would be too uncomfortable and would be seen as trash. Tommy had tried to get him to come, but it was one of those few times when Dylan refused to do what Tommy asked. It was during the time when Adrian was using him as practically a sex slave and Dylan hadn’t wanted to face Adrian’s anger if he dared not be on campus to serve him sometime that night. So Tommy went alone, a bit concerned about how Dylan had been acting. But when he got to the club, he saw that Dylan’s brother Tony (Tiger) was working there as a busboy and Tommy was relieved that Dylan hadn’t come with him. Tommy pointed the bully out to his father, and as it turned out, he didn’t last there for long. End of that story.

So they get to the club, which was very nice but not ostentatiously elegant. That helped Dylan feel relaxed. It was quite roomy and the tables were spaced a good distance from one another, which helped with privacy between parties. Thomas was a well known and respected business man, and was greeted by several acquaintances and colleagues as they walked through the dining room to their table. At each occasion, Thomas proudly introduced his son and his son’s fiancé (yes, he wasn’t the least bit ashamed to say that), and a number of people remarked on how splendid they looked and wished them well. Thomas had no patience with homophobes even before he knew his son had fallen in love with Dylan, and, in fact, he chose this club particularly because of their open attitude and because of the fact that a number of gay couples and their families were members.

As it turns out, cousin Mike was there with Evan. They were appropriately dressed, of course, since the club had a dress code. Dylan was wondering how things were going between Mike and Evan, but their very presence at the club was a good indication that they were having a good time together at this point. He also noticed that Mike looked relaxed and happy. At one point, Tommy got up and went over to their table and had a brief chat with Mike and Evan When Tommy got back to the table, he mentioned to Dylan that Mike did know an excellent gay quintet and would text him contact information when he got home. He told Tommy that he know they did play at weddings from time to time, so it might well work out, despite the short notice. That cleared up another issue they had to tackle in their wedding planning.

The menu was amazing and, in addition to that, they had a breakfast buffet that included, among other things, prime ribs, lobster salad, crepes suzettes and a number of other wonderful looking things. Tommy told his father that he and Dylan would have the buffet. They got up to fill their plates while their parents ordered off the menu. Dylan didn’t know where to begin. Tommy suggested he get just a little bit because he could always come back if he were still hungry after the first plate. Dylan decided to get the crepes, and the attending waiter suggest he put blueberries in sauce over the crepes. Tommy went right for the prime rib with some scrambled eggs on the side. When they got back to the table, coffee had been poured and along with it was a nice pitcher of cream, much to Dylan’s delight.

They talked a bit more about the boys’ visit with Dr. Mary and the subsequent appointment in two weeks. Dylan felt that Dr. Marry had been a big help to him, and was even looking forward to the next appointment with Dr. Michael, even though he realized that would be a time to talk about things he usually didn’t like to talk about. Mom encouraged him to prepare some things to share with the doctor before he got there, and gently reminded him that everything he said to the doctor would be completely confidential and didn’t have to be shared with anyone else—meaning them and Tommy.

Tommy told his parents that he thought it would have been best if dylan had not talked about the things he talked about yesterday. He almost said he wanted Dylan to “safeword” that conversation, but he didn’t want to introduce that notion to his parents at this time.

Mom said, “I realized you were getting very tense, dear, and I’m sorry that I didn’t change the subject sooner, but I want you to realize that you never ever have to tell us about anything at all that would make you uncomfortable. We know more than enough, and besides what was in the past is most definitely not going to be part of your present life any more. It’s over and as we keep reminding you, dear, you are with us now. You are loved. And you are safe. And I’m positive that Tommy is going to keep you that way.”

“Taste a piece of my meat,” says Tommy, as he takes a morsel of his steak on his fork and puts it to his lover’s lips. Dylan opens and tastes it, looking into his eyes and it is so very delicious. Tommy whispers to him what he says so often, what is becoming his family’s mantra, “’You are loved. And you are safe.” This, for Dylan, is the highlight of the morning, and upon his countenance is a look of pure, childlike peace, and he is so beautiful that he attracts the attention of one of his new father’s faithful friends, who rises from his seat and crosses the room to their table to introduce himself and to congratulate the young lovers.

His name is Morris Gunderson, and he says to Dylan, “I couldn’t help noticing how happy you look sitting here with this wonderful family, and I am very happy for you and congratulate you on your engagement. Among other things, I am responsible for a shelter two towns over that hosts gay teens who have been rejected by their families, often thrown out on the street with nothing more than the clothing on their backs. I can’t help wondering if you might like to spend some time there this summer with them. I suspect that you could give them a hope that things will get better for them, as they have for you.”

Dylan looks to Tommy, who smiles at him and nods. “Thank you for your kind words, Mr. Gunderson. I am happy to know that there are people like you in the world who care so much for those who are so often society’s outcasts. I would love to meet them if you think I could do them any good.”

Morris hands Dylan a business card, which Dylan places in his new wallet. “Please give me a call after your classes are done this semester. I don’t know what your summer plans are, but if you could include us in your thoughts and prayers, and consider spending time with us, I believe that wonderful things can happen. I’ll leave you to your family now so you can enjoy your time together, and hope to hear from you after your wedding.”

Tommy takes the initiative to thank Morris and to promise that he will hear from them in the not too distant future. Obviously it is noted that Tommy is keenly interested in any plans that Dylan might want to make and also that he is favorably disposed to Morris’ invitation.

“Dyl,” he says, after Morris has left them, “why don’t we go back to the buffet and sample some more things they are offering.” They both go over to the buffet again. Dylan takes a small piece of the beef since Tommy’s tasted so good, and then two blueberry pancakes while Tommy goes for the eggs Benedict and some hashbrowns. “So I see you liked the taste of my meat,” Tommy says to him with a wink.” “Always, my love,” is the answer, “and anytime.” On the way back, Tommy says to Dylan, “You know, dyl, that sounds like an interesting opportunity, what Morris was offering.” “I know,” Dylan says. “I’m wondering if my soc department would accept me working there as an internship this summer. After all, I don’t really need to be paid, so funding wouldn’t be an issue.” “Good point,” Tommy agrees. “This is all the more important, therefore, that you get your license.” Dylan nods. “I still have my permit, you know.” Tommy thinks for a minute. “I think I’ll ask Phil to take you driving this week. Yes, that’s a good idea.” Dylan nods, “I’d feel comfortable with him.” “then I’ll get it arranged for you.”

When they get back to the table, Tommy tells their parents, “I’m going to get one of our friends to go driving with Dylan to get him in shape to get his license. Then as soon as he gets his license, I can get him a car.” Thomas says, “I’ll get him a car as a wedding present. A Volvo. Keep him safe.” Dylan is about to object that this is too much but then realizes that there’s no sense objecting; it’s time he gets used to the unbridled generosity of his adopted family.

Brunch complete, they head back home. Dylan is yearning for Tommy’s affection, no matter what form it may take.