Tommy Loves His sub

Chapter 7

Betrothal.

On the way back to the dorm, dylan sat quietly, somewhat subdued because of all that happened to him at Evander’s. Here he was, beautifully collared, his manly freedom taken away by the cage Tommy  locked him into, and almost drowning in happiness, a happiness he never imagined he would ever be able to experience in his life.

He loved Tommy; passionately, deeply, completely, and now he was free to love him to express that love by---wow!---by submitting to him in all things, by being his boy, his toy, his beloved friend, his sub, maybe even his slave, his possession, his sweetheart---all of it, unlimited and unending. This boy who had come into his life when he lived with no hope, this boy who had transformed his life and restored his capacity to feel joy and peace, this young man who was now his in all things as much as dylan was Tommy’s in everything. Every. Single, Thing, forever. He raised his hand to touch the golden collar and, as he did, Tommy reached over and took his hand and put it to his lips and kissed it tenderly.

“I possess you, dylan. I own you. I take delight in you. You are the most important, the most beautiful part of my life. Seeing you in that collar brings me more joy than I have ever tasted before, knowing that now I will never lose you, now I will never have to give you up, now I can have anything and everything I’ve ever wanted from you, now I can train you and develop your devotion to me exactly the way I want it to be. I can’t help remembering one of the days we were playing and you were stripped to the waist and had a feather in your hair and I had your hands tied to the base of a tree and you were lying there quivering, and I wanted to run my hands all over you but I was afraid to because guys didn’t do that type of thing to each other, although I wanted to so very much. And now I can. And when we get home you are going to get naked for me and lie on the floor and I am going to cuff your hands to the leg of the bed and touch and kiss and lick you anywhere I want to because NOW I CAN and I know you WANT ME TO do what I want to you and that will make you so happy. And your adorable cock will try to get hard but will have to give up when it strains against the cage I have locked you in, because from now on the only time you can get hard will be when I allow it. And I will lie on you and let you feel how hard I am, seeing you bound and restricted because you need to be that way for me. And we will lie there and love each other, me the Master and you the slave, me the Daddy and you the boy, me the Man and you the twink, cherished and treasured and the most important part of my life and of yours.”

“I love you so much, Tommy. You have never spoken to me this way before and your words making love to me. As I hear words they are feeding my soul with so much beauty. Tommy I want to be yours forever. Tommy, I want the whole world to know that I belong to you in every single way that one person can belong to another.”

“I want to marry you, dylan. I want to give you my name. I want to give you my life.”

Tears are flowing down dylan’s cheeks and he lets them fall and does nothing to wipe them away.

“My tears are your answer, Tommy. My tears are your answer, Daddy. My tears are your answer, Sir. My tears are your answer, Master. My tears are your answer, my darling.”

“Then it’s settled, dylan. We will need to decide when to let people know. But as far as I am concerned, as far as I feel, we are already united as deeply as any married couple or any kinky couple.” Tommy pulls the car into the dorm parking lot, unfastens his seat belt, and then leans over and licks the tears from dylan’s face.

As soon as they get to their room, dylan practically rips his clothes off in his need to be naked for Tommy. Tommy slowly strips down to his boxer briefs, then lies back on the bed and tells dylan to come put his face in his boyfriend’s crotch and get him hard through the cloth. Oh, it feels so very good to be able to do this for the guy he’s lusted after ever since he knew what lust was. “Okay, baby, take it out. Show my cock what a good cocksucker you can be.”

“Only for you, Sir,” answers dylan as he uses his teeth to pull Tommy’s briefs aside and then takes the head of his cock into his mouth and begins to make love to it with his tongue. “Oh man, you make me feel so good,” Tommy gasps in the middle of his moaning. “Look into my eyes when you have my cock in your mouth, dylan, like a good sub boy.” They lock eyes together and then slowly Tommy says, “so down on my dick, boy, inch by inch as far as you can go. Nice and slow with lots of tongue action.”

dylan is so happy to be doing this, so happy that it is something Tommy really wants and enjoys from him. “That’s a good cocksucker, baby. Now when you take it out of your mouth use a lot of pressure and then go down again right away. Oh shit! So good, baby.” dylan slowly makes love to Tommy’s cock, fulfilling a life-long dream. In his enthusiasm he goes down too far and begins to gag. “Careful, baby.” “I want to, Sir. I want to gag on your cock. Please?” Tommy smiles at him and nods and, eyes fixed on Tommy, dylan takes more and more of his cock into his mouth, gags and backs off and then goes right back down all over again. “You look so beautiful serving my cock, dylan. Your mouth and my cock were meant for each other.” These words send chills through dylan’s body. “I’m gonna hold your head and jerk myself off with your mouth now, baby,” says Tommy, who takes dylan’s head in his hands and begins to push him down farther and farther onto his cock until the boy actually chokes. Tommy lets go and dylan backs off, raising phlegm and spit and then quickly sucking all of that back up. “Oh shit, that was fucking hot, cocksucker. Do it again, okay?” dylan repeats the action and tries to hold himself all the way down for as long as he can, then pops right off it and once again has a lot to lick and suck up again. Tommy reaches down and touches the boy’s cheek and notices that tears have been coming out of his eyes. “You crying for me baby?” he asks. dylan nods. “So sweet, knowing that those are happy tears, not sad tears. Tears from swallowing my cock. But now, baby, don’t go all the way down. Just jerk me off with your mouth like a good boy. Show me how much you love my cock and how much you want to drink down my load like a good cocksucker, baby, okay?” dylan answers by doing exactly what Tommy asked him to do and it isn’t long before Tommy grabs dylan’s shoulders and breathes heavily, crying out, “Take it, lover! Take my load. Swallow it down, slave!” dylan holds some of it in his mouth for a bit so he can taste it. “Swallow all of it, boy,” says Tommy. dylan then takes one last swallow before cleaning off his lover’s cock with his tongue. All his practice in the past sucking cock has really paid off because he knows how to make Tommy feel really good, and now when he serves Tommy’s cock like a devoted slave, it’s a work of love.

Tommy pulls dylan up so they are face to face and he swipes his tongue into dylan’s mouth so he can taste himself a bit. “Tastes funny to me,” says Tommy. “That’s because you’re not meant to be a cumdump, I am,” says dylan. “I love the taste of your cum, Tommy.”

“Really? Did you always let guys cum in your mouth? Girls never let me do that.”

“yes, at first I didn’t, but then I met someone who told me that if I wanted to be a good sub, I had to take it in my mouth and swallow it, so I did. Sometimes it tasted awful. Sometimes it was okay. But yours is special to me, Tommy. It is coming from your body and I can take it into my body and now you are in my tummy and maybe in my bloodstream as well.”

Tommy kisses dylan on the nose and then on his chin. “Well, from now on, I want you to swallow mine only,” he says, “from now on, I don’t want you sucking any cock but mine. Your mouth is mine, boy. All mine!”

“All of me is all yours, Tommy, and of course I’ll never be blowing anyone else again. I’ve always just wanted to do that for you, Sir,” and he kisses Tommy on the lips.

“Did you like it when I was telling you how to do it?”

“Yes!!!!! Very much. Always tell me what you want, Tommy, so I can be perfect for you.”

Tommy pulls on the chain around dylan’s neck. “Yes, that’s right, boy. You’re my cock slave. All mine. And I have to tell you a little secret.”

“What’s that, Tommy?”

“When you gagged and choked . . . I think I like hearing that, but I don’t want you to hurt yourself choking or anything.”

dylan giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Somebody else told me that, Tommy, that it was a turn on to hear a cocksucker gag and choke. It was sign of how much the sub wanted his cock.”

“Well, I know you want my cock, baby, so that makes sense. Gagging is fine, but not too much choking, okay? I don’t think that is any good for you.”

dylan sighs and lies his head on Tommy’s neck. “I told you, Tommy, that every time I sucked someone’s cock, I always imagined that I was sucking yours. Now I don’t have to imagine any longer. And yours is the most wonderful of any I’ve ever seen. I knew it would be!”

Tommy plays with dylan’s hair. “My dirty little cocksucker. My own personal faggot. . . oh, wait! is it okay to say that? To call you faggot some times?”

“You can call me anything you want any time. Anything that ever comes to mind. Faggot? Sure, but don’t forget that you are one too even if you’re not a cocksucker yet.”

“Yet?”

“Well . . . . . who knows what will happen?” dylan tries to back away from that slip of the tongue.

“You’re right, baby, who knows? But I think I’m going to want to have you caged all the time unless I want to take it off you. I like the idea that my cock is the only cock that matters. I like the sense of power—that I’m the one who gets to decide when and if you get to cum and how.”

“You have no idea how much you’re turning me on by what you’re saying. You’re talking like a Master.”

“This Master loves his slave. Never forget that. I’ll just have to keep telling you, dylan, how much I love you and how much I like being your Master.”

“Tommy, I think you’ve always been my Master. You’ve always been in charge. And I’ve always wanted that. It makes me feel safe. It makes me feel protected. It’s always been you there, Tommy, and you’ve always known when I am needy. Remember that day when Tiger saw my acceptance letter and went beserk and tore it up and started punching me?”

“Yes, I remember that, baby. It was awful.”

“But you showed up at just the right time and I was able to escape and get into your car and you ended up taking me back home because you could see that I was hurt even though I didn’t want you to see the bruises on my body.”

“I remember, baby. You were so afraid to let us see you. As if that marks on your body were your own fault. And when my mother actually got you to take your shirt off, I know how embarrassed you were, baby, but it was important. And we were both so shocked to see what was being done to you. And angry!”

“That was a good angry, honey. That was the night Momma decided that I would never go back to that house again, and I got to stay with you all the time after that.”

“Do you remember when I helped you get into the tub?”

“Yes I do.”

“I got to see you naked in my own bathroom. I mean, sure I got to see you naked in school in the locker room and showers, but this was really special. You were in my room and you let me take your pants off, and I have to confess that I got hard that time, seeing you let me strip you.”

“And now I get to be naked for you whenever you want, Sir. Your naked twink slaveboy. Ready to suck your cock or lick anything else you ever want me to lick and make love to.”

While dylan is talking to Tommy, he’s running his hand down the boy’s chest and then puts his fingers on dylan’s nipple.

“I’ve always loved your nipples, baby. Perky. Cute.”

“You can play with them all you want, Tommy. They’re yours. Besides, I like the way it feels, what you’re doing.”

“Maybe we should have bought some clamps.”

“Nah. I want you to break them in with your own fingers and your own mouth and teeth. Make them yours.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, dylan.”

“Tommy, some hurts are good hurts.”

“Really? How can I tell the difference between good hurts and the stuff that happened to you back at the house?”

“Easy. Just ask. Besides, you would never do the things that they used to do to me. That wasn’t good hurt; that was just brutality.”

“So if I squeeze your nipple a little bit like this, this is okay?”

“more than okay, dude. But give some more attention to the other one, please, baby?”

“Lay on your back and put your hands behind your head, sweetheart. Let me have your whole chest.”

dylan gets into position and Tommy starts to kiss him all over his chest while playing with his nipples now with both hands. dylan moans and sighs. “Oh, baby, own me baby, all of me belongs to you. I’m your captive slaveboy and now you’re getting all my secrets out of me so you can have more control over me.”

Tommy lightly bites one of the boy’s nipples. “FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF yours!” says dylan.

“That wasn’t too hard?”

“it was perfect, Tommy. Just like you.” And dylan starts singing “Tommy, Tommy, Tommy, I’ve got Tommy in my tummy.”

Tommy laughs and closes his mouth over dylan’s and for a while there is no more talking. And he reaches down to feel dylan’s cage and then plays with his balls a little as well.

“there’s so much of you to explore, sweetheart. And I’ve got the rest of my life to do it.”

“Sleepy, Daddy!”

“Well then, baby, let Daddy hold you in his arms and you can fall asleep knowing that no one will ever be able to hurt you because I’ve got you.”

dylan finds the perfect way to lie in Tommy’s arms and they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. Before long, he drifts off to sleep. Tommy watches him for a while, filled with love for him, and then slowly but surely, he too falls asleep.