At Tyler's Whim

Bennett was reeling, He couldn't believe he just gave himself like that to Tyler. He reflected on all the times when he jerked off thinking about him, how they had a common theme; it was always Tyler receiving the pleasure, never him. Was he always this way? He wasn't sure. This left him feeling very conflicted. He loved what he did with Tyler; he fucking came without even touching himself!

He never stopped to think how little of a fight he put up against Tyler's advances, but he knew it was because he liked him. At least that's what he thought anyway. He thought about what happened in the Bathroom less than an hour ago, how Tyler didn't just take what he wanted from him. No, he thought how he willfully chose to give it to Tyler. He chose to give his friend pleasure; to help him feel good, It was his choice, and if he had to do it again he would.

Fuck, he got boned up just thinking about it, how controlling and persistent Tyler was in receiving his pleasure from him. He didn't go easy on him either, he used him how he wanted, and Bennett couldn't deny how unbelievably good it felt to give his mouth --hell even his whole body if Tyler wanted it-- to Tyler for his enjoyment.

"I'm so fucked up..." He thought as he put his head down on the desk in the crook of his arm. He wept silently to himself as these feelings tore him up inside. He knew that things were different with Tyler and they would never go back to the fun they used to have as kids; the days he yearned for when he didn't feel so alone. But now, he'd crossed that line, Tyler was more than his friend, he was his teacher, his... alpha.
That felt weird to Bennett, thinking of Tyler as his alpha. It made his cock lurch in his--Tyler's sweat pants. He still couldn't believe he was wearing Tyler's sweats. It provided him comfort, that he belonged. That was it! That's what Bennett is feeling! A sense of belonging, a sense of feeling protected and wanted. He raised his head to look down at the dark blue sweats; he smiled to himself.

"Mr. Faulkner, are you so self absorbed that you're totally missing my lecture?" The teacher barked drawing attention to him. He looked up, startled to see lots of eyes on him. He couldn't help but blush. "Sorry, Mrs. Phillips..." He said looking back at his notes. The teacher huffed, and continued.

Down the hall, Tyler too was preoccupied by what went on with Bennett. He too didn't really understand what drove him to take control of Bennett; maybe it was out of pity for the little fucker. He didn't deny how great Bennett's mouth was and he was going to enjoy using it for a long time. He always felt a bit protective of him, and when he discovered Benny's Grindr profile on his phone that one time, it confirmed his suspicions. Not only was Bennett gay, but he was looking for a dominant partner.

He knew it was wrong to snoop in his phone when he was in the shower, but he couldn't help himself. When he discovered that men in their 40s were after him, saying things about his body and objectifying his youthful appearance. Course he couldn't blame the men either; Benny was cute as hell, the perfect boy for a dominant partner: Loving, loyal, and subservient. But at the end of the day he felt a strong sense of protectiveness over his friend. He really did care for him, that much was obvious between them; sure they didn't get along the best at times, but he'd do anything for Bennett, even this.

"Why should he settle for those old fucks when he can have me instead?" Tyler thought to himself. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense to him. Sure, he wasn't a fag like Bennett was, but having someone suck your cock then go back to doing whatever they were doing before was appealing to him. No talking about feelings, no nagging, no more blue balls; Bennett would never deny him sex. This was a win-win.
He had to let Bennett reach that level of devotion on his own; he didn't want to push him too high too fast, then things could get messy. Was it selfish? Maybe so, but Tyler didn't care; and more importantly, neither did Bennett really. The boys were both reeling from the past few days, both didn't know where this was going to lead to, but both boys did for sure know that they'd be finding out together.

Bennett thought long and hard about the implications of becoming more subservient to Tyler; what that could entail for the future. Did that mean he'd be doing his homework for him? cleaning his room? doing his laundry, then providing sexual relief too? He wasn't unopposed to the idea, it rather excited him, to get away from all the stressful things in his life like his dad and the pressures he's exerting on his son in terms of collegiate plans and what not.

Why did he even care anyway? he wouldn't even come to the science fair last year. Bennett worked so hard on that Naval architecture project and he didn't even give a fuck! Tyler was there though. Tyler's been more of a father than his own father had been in his mind. Tyler always supported him -- when they weren't at each other's throats. But that was in the past, and he vowed never to let that happen again. Tyler was too good of a friend to let go, so why make him angry? Why not just chill out and stop being such a pest about hanging out all the time. At the end of the day Tyler is going to do what Tyler wants to do, so there's no reason for him to get all bent out of shape about it.
Tyler always comes back to him.

Bennett decided to see where Tyler will take him. He obviously started taking control for a reason; maybe he's trying to teach him something about being a man? Only time will tell. The boys carried on with the day as normally as they could, but both boys knew things had changed. It drove Bennett crazy not to be near Tyler. He loved being close to the larger boy; he felt safe and protected.

Walking down the hall with a renewed spirit, Bennett spotted him at his locker, and sauntered over to him. Then he noticed Brad and Teegan next to him. Great. Those two jerks. Tyler turned and saw his boy--still wearing his sweats. Tyler couldn't help but smile; seeing Benny in his clothes was oddly appealing to him, almost symbolizing their new relationship--that Bennett belonged to him. He honestly liked that, found it hot as hell, really. These feelings were new to Tyler, but not unwelcome. If it was any other dude, he'd be revolted, disgusted with himself, but with Benny, it was very different. Maybe it was the familiarity of it, he knew Bennett better than anyone else on the planet, so it was only natural for both of them to feel secure with each other.

"Hey dude, here comes your little girlfriend..." Teegan mocked.

Tyler froze, still looking in Bennett's direction.

"Yeah man he's such a queer, look at that. Wait, aren't those your sweats bro?!" Brad added.

"Don't call him that! And yeah? so what? he spilled milk on his and didn't bring a change of clothes, big deal." Tyler barked back at the boys. He'd never felt more protective of Bennett than he did right now.

"Dude, relax. We don't care if he's a homo, besides I bet that lil guy's got a great mouth on him, he's even got chick-lips!" Teegan said laughing as Bennett continued walking in his direction.

"Just shut up you two, leave him be. You two forget that he's MY friend, by making fun of him, you make fun of me so back off!" He growled over his shoulder.
Bennett could see the tension between the boys, and decided to help Tyler out, hopefully by taking his mind off Tweedledee and Tweedle-fucknut next to him.

"Hey dude! I finished my homework early if you wanna come over later." Bennett smiled. The two boys next to Tyler giggled and made kissy-faces. Tyler glanced back at them, and answered in the affirmative. Bennett beamed. Maybe they could have some alone time too! Wait what? Was Bennett really thinking about doing that again?

"Sheesh Bennett calm the fuck down you sick fuck!" He chastised himself.

"A'ight well, we gotta jet, Lates!" Teegan said as the two boys walked away still giggling. Tyler grumbled in their direction. Bennett looked up at his friend.

"Why do you still hang out with those two jerks?" He asked. Tyler didn't want to deal with this right now. "I dunno, man. I've known them since like 7th grade.... They're not bad guys." He defended though not really knowing why. Bennett huffed in response and rolled his eyes. "So, you wanna come over later?" He asked again. Tyler huffed himself; not really feeling like going home, he decided to take Bennett up on his offer. Come to think of it a 1-on-1 against him in their favorite First person shooter game sounded fun.

"Sure. I got nothin' to do after class, I'll meet you by my car." Tyler said closing his locker and began walking to his last period. Bennett watched his friend walk away; he smiled. God, he's so handsome.

As Bennett walked out to the parking lot to meet up with Tyler, His mind went back to that place; thinking about what could happen later today in his room. The more he thought about it the more aroused he got. Tyler was right, things are different; the days of him daydreaming about kissing Tyler on the beach or hanging out with him playing video games were over. Now, every time he thinks about it his mind is filled with that penis. That thick, imposing member that made its new home in Bennett's mouth. It even invaded his thoughts because any time Bennett thought about Tyler, it involved pleasing him in some way.

What Bennett didn't realize was that his mind had been taken over; Tyler's Alpha male qualities have settled in his thoughts, and have started to mess with his head. Bennett's thought patterns changed from what the thinks is hot about Tyler, to what would make Tyler happy. He shifted from thinking about what he took pleasure in, to what Tyler took pleasure in. What was happening to him?

Bennett knew one thing, he liked it. Without a doubt. He liked this new dynamic, it set him free. It allowed him to explore his submissive tendencies without fear of rejection or judgement, and he got to do that with his best friend, his idol, his Alpha: Tyler White. His cock stirred in Tyler's sweats. He still couldn't believe he was wearing his pants! His cock was where Tyler's was, and Tyler's scent was still on them. In some way, it was as if Tyler; by letting Bennett wear his sweats-- was marking him. That way other alpha males who picked up on Bennett's submissive tendencies would leave him be.

Bennett sauntered his way over to Tyler's car, seeing the tall man leaning against the gleaming sports car made Bennett smile. He loved Tyler, he was so cool. Tyler saw his boy meander his way over to his car and he smiled at him. Bennett quickened his pace, not wanting to keep Tyler waiting. Both got in the car and Tyler started the engine with a roar. Both sat in silence; Bennett still reeling from his intensely erotic experience in the Bathroom earlier in the day, and Tyler planning out his next moves.

It was clear to Tyler that having Bennett under his control was good for both of them, and he was going to solidify it today, and show Bennett exactly what will be expected of him now. As the pair silently rolled up to Bennett's house, Tyler parked his car in his own driveway, and walked over to the Faulkner's. The boys exchanged pleasantries with Bennett's mother, and before long, Bennett's father made an appearance from the living room. "Tyler! Its good to see you, son!" Edward said all chipper as usual when Tyler came over. Bennett's heart sank.

"Bennett." He greeted his son lazily. "How was school? Did you try out for the baseball team this year? I read in the school paper that they start this week." Edward said fully expecting his son not to have done it. "N-No, Sir. But I did get an A on my physics paper today!" Bennett said trying to make the situation more positive. "I'm sure you did, bud..." Edward's disappointment in Bennett's lack of physical prowess was evident in the way he spoke; Bennett expected this as always, his dad didn't give a shit about him.

"Ok... well Ty and I are going to hang upstairs... so... yeah..." Bennett said quietly as he headed up the stairs with his shoulders slumped and head downward. Tyler watched his boy ascend and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Tyler was fully aware of how cold Bennett's father was with him. Edward spoke again.

"He's still not taking you up on training him for the season?" He said knowing Tyler's answer.

Tyler sighed. "Can't force him to play, Mr. Faulkner. I mean, He's a smart kid, sometimes smart kids are best to be left that way. Benny will probably become a super genius and like prevent global warming or some sh--something." he corrected. "I'm just good at baseball." he chuckled.

"I know that." Edward said rubbing his brow. "I just think some sportsmanship, some camaraderie would be good for him, break him out of his shell. He seems so sad lately."
Tyler bit his tongue. He knew exactly why Bennett was so down, but he didn't dare say it in the man's presence. Their parents talk. But breaking Benny out of his shell was exactly what Tyler was doing, just unbeknownst to Edward of just how he was doing that. Tyler sort of chuckled at himself as he thought about the whole situation; how Bennett was going to be far too busy in a few minutes as he gets ready to make their only son submit to him more in his own house.

"Well, cant keep the little dude waiting, I'll see ya around, Mr. Faulkner!" He said as he made his way upstairs. Edward smiled at the young man. He was grateful that Bennett had him to look up to, he just didn't know just how much Bennett would be looking up to Tyler, or that Tyler's penis would be stuffed in his mouth as he did so.
Tyler walked up the stairs to Benny's room to find the door closed. undeterred, he walked right in. His eyes caught Benny without his sweats on, pressing them to his nose with his cock in his hand. Bennett's eyes flew open at the sudden intrusion into his room to see Tyler closing the door, with the disappointed look on his face again. Tyler shook his head as Bennett stood still; Tyler's sweats still in his hand.

"The fuck do you think you're doing with my sweats, Benny?" He said stepping closer to his friend. Bennett fucked up again. He dropped the sweats on the floor and removed his hand from his stiff member that was painfully hard. He looked down.

"I-I didn't mean to... I just... I couldn't um..."

"Out with it, Bennett!" Tyler commanded, using his proper name. Bennett was quickly associating his formal name to be one of chastisement; similar to a mother using her child's middle name for emphasis.

"I-I got overwhelmed, Tyler! I'm... I'm sorry... I couldn't help it, I just like how you smell so much and I couldn't... I didn't think..." Bennett stammered. Tyler walked up to the shorter boy and raised his head with his fingers under Bennett's chin. Bennett looked up at the man.

"From now on, you don't even touch this thing unless I give you permission, Bennett." He ordered as he grabbed Bennett's sizeable penis in his hand. Even for being pretty well endowed, Tyler was still superior; having the larger penis of the two corroborated that fact. Bennett only nodded.

Tyler smiled. "Good. To make up for it, go get me something to drink." He ordered. Bennett was taken back by this request, giving Tyler an incredulous look. "Huh? B-but I thought--"

"See? This is what happens when you think, Benny. Stop doing that and just follow my orders. Its easy." Tyler smirked. Bennett lowered his head in frustration, but ultimately relented.

"I-Is coke ok?" he asked quietly.

Tyler nodded, and Bennett put on a pair of shorts and headed downstairs to fetch Tyler his drink. Bennett thought as he descended those creaky old stairs that he would be on his best behavior from now on. Fucking up twice in the same day was going to make Tyler pissed, and he wanted to keep him happy. Besides, Tyler was the guest, so by that account Bennett had to be a good host.

Tyler grinned at himself, his plans for Bennett were coming together, and once the two boys go away to college together -- which was no doubt, Bennett wouldn't be able to survive college without Tyler's guidance-- He would slowly transform him into his full fledged houseboy. It was perfect for Benny, something stress free and easy, all he had to do was keep the place tidy and serve Tyler when he needed it. Straightforward tasks, It was something Bennett enjoyed anyway; uncomplicated, stress free and easy to do. The hard part was breaking Bennett's individuality while keeping it intact. Sure that sounded confusing to anyone else, but the trick was to get him entirely devoted to Tyler's happiness while Tyler repaid that with installing more confidence, drive and ambition in the boy.

Tyler plopped himself on Bennett's bed, noticing how soft it was, and how it smelled just like him. Obviously Bennett didn't jack off or sweat much in the bed because it smelled sweet, like Bennett's shampoo. Obviously he kept his room tidy, a skill he'll no doubt need when living with the more "Free flowing" Tyler. Bennett walked back in the room and saw Tyler stretched out on his bed, his large arms were behind his head. He looked so comfortable, and Bennett felt a twinge of pride in his chest.
Tyler looked up.

"Ahh there it is, thanks Benny!" he said taking the can from his friend and taking a big swig. Bennett smiled, and went to sit down on his bed. Tyler stopped him.

"No no, Benny. Floor." Tyler ordered.

Bennett once again gave him an incredulous look. No way was he going to sit on the floor while Tyler relaxed in HIS bed... Right? Bennett went to sit back down but Tyler stopped him again.

"Bennett. Floor." He said sternly pointing down at the foot of the bed. Bennett complied. He felt like a fucking dog. Why did he have to sit on the floor like that?

"Good boy, Benny." Tyler said taking another swig of his coke. Bennett's heart skipped a beat, and a rush of endorphins cascaded themselves through his body at Tyler's words.
Yeah, he was a good boy. Bennett's heart quickened. Tyler's words repeated themselves over and over again in his head and he couldn't help but smile. Tyler chuckled, noticing how deeper and deeper Bennett was falling into his new role.

"So, you wanna play some Medal of Valor?" Bennett asked.

Tyler grunted.

"Maybe in a bit, you know what would be baller though, Benny?" he asked not looking at the boy at the foot of the bed.

Bennett swallowed hard. His dick spurted to life briefly as to what Tyler was going to order next. He was almost scared to ask, but the sudden arousal was stronger, and finished its conquest of his brain. He shifted on the floor before answering.
"What?" He choked out. He started to shake in anticipation. His 8 inches started to grow in his shorts. Tyler kicked off his shoes, and stretched out his muscled legs toward the end of the bed. "Practice was a bitch today, dude. Rub my feet, yeah?" He said closing his eyes with a smirk on his face as he got comfortable in Bennett's bed; which was now effectively his. Bennett shuddered. Rub his feet? What is he some kind of slave? What the hell has gotten into Tyler? He shook his head to himself until he saw Tyler had opened his eyes. The disappointment in his eyes flashed of anger. Bennett swallowed again.

"Do I need to fucking tell you again?" He barked sternly. Bennett shuttered again, he couldn't believe he was considering rubbing his feet for him. Still though... if it would make Tyler feel good after his practice, there were worse things he supposed. Besides Athletes are a whole different breed of guy, sometimes they need some help.

"Tyler I... do I have to?" Bennett said shyly. Tyler grinned.

"C'mon Benny... my feet are so sore bro. Cant'cha just help me out a bit? Be a good boy and rub my feet; but don't make me tell you again." There was something in Tyler's voice that compelled Bennett to obey, and so he did. He took a hold of Tyler's left size 12 foot, and began to work it over with his hands gently. Tyler sighed. Finally, his feet were getting the attention they deserved. This encouraged Bennett to continue, pleasing his friend would do that to him for some reason.

He gently massaged the sole with his thumbs, running small circles between the heel and his toes. Tyler sighed as his aching feet got the work they needed. "Ahh.... Fuck Benny, that feels good..." Bennett smiled as his breath caught in his chest, he continued, starting with the right foot too. Bennett was overwhelmed with this new part of his duty. It was easy; he didn't have to think very much about it, and it was making Tyler happy. He looked up to see a calm and serene look on Tyler's face as he sipped his coke. Bennett was proud of himself a little.

"In between the toes, Benny..." Tyler ordered softly as he relished in the relief his feet were getting at his friends hand. Bennett obeyed; he ran his fingers through Tyler's toes, gently kneading each one independently. He used his fingers to massage the top of his foot, loosening the tendons underneath his soft skin. Tyler moaned at the relief he was feeling; and a little bit of the power trip he was experiencing too. He was quickly warming up to this; and Bennett was all too willing to be dominated by him.

With each movement of his fingers, Bennett didn't realize he was giving more of his power to Tyler, more of his free will. A small smile crept across his face and his eyes half closed as he focused on pleasing Tyler's feet. He kept looking up at Tyler to make sure he was doing it right, and each time he saw Tyler resting comfortably with a relieved look on his face. Bennett's mind was still racing however, his mind was still telling him to stop, to stand up to Tyler; to tell him no. But each time, his mind was invaded with the undeniable pleasure of the whole situation.

The truth was he loved this; he loved making Tyler happy no matter how that was done; be it grabbing him drinks, massaging his feet, servicing his beautiful cock... it didn't matter to Bennett, all that mattered to him was Tyler now. As his best friend continued to work over his feet, Tyler continued to formulate his plan of making Bennett his eventual houseboy once they get their own place together. There was no way Bennett wouldn't do that for him. Is it presumptuous to think the two boys will end up at the same university and even make enough money to afford their own space? Yeah maybe, but Tyler didn't worry about that now. You cant solve a problem before it occurs so for now, he's going to enjoy this.

He's going to continue teaching Bennett everything he can; how to be charismatic and confident, how to be a leader. In return, Bennett will give himself to Tyler. Period.

"That's enough, boy." Tyler said as he wiggled his toes and pulled his feet away from Bennett. Bennett himself felt disappointed while watching Tyler pull his feet away from him; he was really into this right now, his cock was stiff as a fucking board. "Come up here, Benny..." Tyler ordered. Bennett scrambled onto his bed with Tyler; his cock painfully erect in his shorts, and he was a little disappointed to see that Tyler wasn't hard at all. For some reason, that hurt Bennett and he doesn't know why.

"Come lay with me, buddy..." Tyler said sweetly as Bennett crawled up next to him, and cuddled closely to Tyler; looking up at his face for signs of disapproval. Seeing none, he latched himself to Tyler's muscled chest, breathing his scent in which was just so nice. He let out a mewl. Tyler's arms encircled him, and his left hand started playing with his hair, giving gentle touches and strokes to his neck and ear. Bennett's breathing quickened, and his cock pressed firmly into Tyler's thigh.

"What do you think of all this, bro?" Tyler asked genuinely curious as to what the boy was thinking. Bennett thought long and hard about that. The last 2 days have been a roller=coaster of feelings. On the one hand he loved what Tyler was doing with him, on the other, he was so very confused as to how they got here. One thing was for sure though; he was happy. Serving Tyler made him happy. He noticed how even though Tyler didn't have to, he was considerate of his feelings; asking what he thinks made Bennett appreciate him even more; even his own father never asked how he was feeling about things like school projects, tough tests or bad days at school. He never seemed to care about how Bennett was doing, but Tyler did. Tyler cared.

"I... I'm not going to lie, Ty. These last few days have been... confusing, but.... I've liked it so much. I never thought that... I always... I always thought you cared about me but not the way that I care about... you. I thought that if I ever told you how I really felt, you'd leave again and I couldn't handle losing you. But now... Now I don't know what to think about it but I know that I really... really like this." Bennett said sincerely. Tyler smiled at his friend.

"You like making me happy, Bennett?" He said still flashing his boy that signature smile that always makes Bennett's heart flutter. Bennett nodded on his warm, well built chest. Bennett absentmindedly rubbed his cheek against Tyler's pecs; nuzzling him. "Yeah, man..." He said quietly.

"What about what you did for me in the bathroom yesterday and today? Did you like that too?" Tyler asked already knowing the answer to that question, but he had to hear it from Bennett.
Bennett's cock throbbed at the recollection of what went on in the bathroom; his breath caught in his throat, and he moved his hips against Tyler's leg. He humped slowly as he recalled the day. Tyler noticed that. He grinned devilishly. Bennett couldn't get enough of Tyler's clothed body, he was smelling him and rubbing his face on his chest as he slowly thrusts against Tyler's well muscled leg.

"Yeah..." He mewled again.

"Awe... lil' Benny's getting horny isn't he? You getting off to me huh, buddy?" He cooed as he rubbed Bennett's head. Bennett mewled softly. He got lost in it, all these feelings were rushing through his body; all the pleasure he was getting just by the simple contact with Tyler was getting him almost high. He loved the body contact of it all; he loved how Tyler made him feel.

"God yes, Tyler..." He said as he closed his eyes. His breath quickened as Tyler himself started to get hard too. He found it so hot that Bennett was getting off to the mere contact with him alone, and he couldn't wait to experience Bennett's soft mouth again, but today isn't the day for that. Today is for Bennett to get used to his body; to let Bennett experience his body. Today is for Bennett to learn everything about Tyler's body; how it feels, what it smells like, how it tastes. Everything.

Whether Bennett was aware of it or not, he was being trained in every aspect of Tyler's being, and the biggest thing he was learning right now was his scent. Bennett got off to Tyler's musk so much, it smelled so masculine, but a hint of freshness lingered too. It was a powerful scent but not one that was unpleasant; it was lovely to Bennett, and he absorbed as much as he could from Tyler's chest, and pits.

Tyler looked at the ceiling as Bennett got himself off on his body. He thought about how much their relationship has changed, from one of Frenemies to one of complete compatibility. Have the signs always been there? Would things be different if he spotted them a year ago, or two? What would they be like if he had never net Tara? How would she fit in to all this? He wasn't going to tell her about Bennett's service to him, hell no.
He did wonder though how it would all work; how he would balance her needs and Bennett's obvious need for him. He had known Bennett since his earliest memories were formed; He cant see his life without Bennett in it. He would deal with that when the time comes, for now, he's going to let his new boy enjoy him for a change, to let Bennett be free. From Bennett's obvious thrusting, kissing, and smelling of him, he knew he needed to be there for Bennett right now, Tara would wait, and if he needed to get off Benny would help him no questions asked.

Tyler's mind was made up for now, He'd hang out with Tara, spend some time with her, but his focus was on Bennett, and getting him where he wants him to be. Tyler understood that things may get rough; Bennett might not be open to all the things he has planned for him. Being his houseboy being his principal concern. Bennett might like Tyler being dominant with him, but being basically a live-in maid that also services his sexual needs? Yeah that might be trickier. He's reasonably confident that Bennett will ultimately be fine with it, but he has to tread lightly, and gently. For now, he was content with training Bennett, and seeing where it goes from there.