Tommy Loves His sub

“What are you thinking about, Tommy?”

Tommy giggles.

“Piss.”

“Piss?”

“Yes, piss.”

“Dude you are a lot more kinky than I am, me thinks.”

“Sometimes, maybe. But don’t you remember when we were young, how sometimes we would both piss in the toilet at the same time?

“Oh yes! And I used to love that, because I loved to watch your dick pissing.”

“You still do, baby.”

“So True.”

“And do you remember when we went camping when we were in middle school, and the campgrounds had public showers?

“I think so. Why? What happened?”

“You don’t remember, we went to take showers together. It was the first time we saw that we were each growing some hair down there.”

“And I had more than you, I think, but now I’m baby bare for you.”

“that’s right. But anyway, back to those showers. Do you remember what we did after checking each other out?

“Oh, wait . . . .didn’t we piss on each other’s feet?”

“Yup.”

“Is that what we’re gonna do now, Tommy?”

“well, I’m thinking up some piss games we can play together.”

“I’m afraid to ask what.”

“Just wait.”

“Baby, you know I’ll go along with everything you think up.”

“I know, boy. But I’ve got to think up some Dom/sub stuff.”

“uh-oh”

“don’t worry, baby. It will turn you on, make your dick fight against its cage!”

Dylan kisses tommy’s hand. Damn, how I love you, Sir. And how much I enjoyed seeing you in the showers at swim team locker room.”

“Well then, why did you decide to quit?”

“you really want to know?”

“Yes, I really want to know.”

“well….i had to quit because every time I saw you, AND some of the other guys, too, I was always getting hard and I was afraid that I’d get caught.”

“But a lot of us got hard from time to time.”

“Yeah, but it was ALL THE TIME for me. And the damn thing wouldn’t go down even when I got out of the shower. I was always hiding myself.”

“that’s funny. It never excited me that way, but I wasn’t ever really checking out any of the guys, except you.”

“what did you like looking at about me, Tommy”
“your ass, especially. And your balls, the way they always hung lower than your dick.”

“Did my dick turn you off cause it was smaller than most of the other guys?”

“I never gave it any thought. But I must confess, there were times I jerked off thinking of you sucking my cock!”

“How long ago?”

“Back in September.”

“Damn. We wasted the whole school year. If I had known, I would have crawled over to your bed and showed you how much I was in love with you.”

“Well, you can show me now. All the time, baby. Every day in every way show me, boy, how you’re so gay!

They both crack up.

“Okay. I thought up a good piss game for when we get home.”

“Goody. I love your creativity, Sir!”

 “ I have to piss.”

“Me too, real bad.”

Tommy has an evil grin on his face. “Come into the bathroom with me, boy.” They go in. Tommy raised both toilet seats and then takes his cock out of his pants.

“I want you to spread your legs and sit on the open bowl, but don’t piss yet. I don’t want you to piss until I do, boy. Understand?”

‘Yes, Sir.”

Dylan scrambles down. A little uncomfortable and he’s never tried to piss with this smaller cage on.

“Okay, boy. When I piss, you piss.” Tommy leans over the toilet and his piss starts flowing, OVER TOMMY’S CAGE and legs. Dylan immediately lets go. there’s no way of knowing what piss is falling into the  bowl and Dylan is so turned on.

“Come on, boy, let that piss flow through your cage like a good sub while I wash you with my own piss. You like me pissing on you, boy?”

‘Yes, Sir. awesome. So hot. and it’s helping me pee good too.”

Finally they’re finished. “Stay there.” Tommy walks over to the shower and gets the shampoo. Pours a little into the bathroom glass and then, checking the temperature, he fills the cup with very warm water.

“Let your Master clean you out, boy.” He slowly pours the soapy water over Dylan’s cage. Dylan groans, out of his mind. “This is awesome, Sir.” Tommy decides he needs more water and goes to get some, then pours it all over Dylan again.

“Let it drip down and off, boy.” While they are waiting, Tommy leads over and gives Dylan a nice wet kiss, pouring more liquid into him. Dylan sucks his mouth. So very nice.

Tommy shakes Dylan’s cage and besides that is it pretty dry now. “Boy, take come toilet paper and finish drying it out.” Dylan does how he is told. Tommy stands him up and they embrace. Tommy bends down to get a whiff of Dylan’s cage. “Smells sweet, boy. Just like you!” Let’s go..

They pig out. Tommy doesn’t want to leave any leftovers in the fridge over the weekend.

 “Pick me up, baby?” Tommy puts his hands in Dylan’s armpits and helps him up off his knees. Together they clear the table and do the cleanup, perfect teamwork.

“We are so fucking hot! I love us together!” exudes Tommy. “Never a dull moment,” agrees Dylan. “But next time, we have to have a cushion. My knees hurt now.” Tommy kisses him and says, “showers, sweetheart. Let’s get real clean so we can do lots of oral stuff for each other!” “Yummy!”

Steamy hot water. Two boys in love. Sweet-smelling soap, very sudsy. Hands sliding on flesh. Front and back up and down and in all the cracks and crevices. Dylan on the ground worshipping Tommy the way he loves to, Tommy’s feet idolized, Tommy washing Dylan’s thick black hair and scrubbing his scalp, making Dylan breathe heavily, Dylan leaning into Tommy’s chest, grateful they are open with each other. Tommy pouring shampoo on Dylan’s crotch, gently spraying the cage his boy is locked into, making him giggle as he sprays his compressed member, massaging soap into his balls, making Dylan stand on his toes for the wonder of it all, Tommy entering his boy in a place no one has ever gone before, marking it as his and his alone, Dylan staring into his eyes, wishing he’d go further but not daring to ask, spraying all the soap down the drain, hugging and squeaking against each other, kissing and sucking and swallowing and kissing more.

Tommy turns off the water and uses his hands to shake the water off his lover’s body. Big fluffy towels (thank you, Momma), drying, adoring, ruffling hair, shaking the cage, Dylan kneeling once again, drying between Tommy’s toes.

Tommy leads Dylan into the bedroom, turns the lights down low and puts on romantic music. “You smell so sweet, my love. Lie down on your back and let me enjoy you. Hands over head, boy.”

Dylan lies displayed before him. Tommy kisses him for a good long time, filling him with sweet nectar, then moves off his mouth and begins to kiss and lick and suck from his neck on down, special attention to his shaved armpits, his arms, his fingers, his shoulders and his chest. Tommy feasts on Dylan’s nipples, sucking and nibbling, causing Dylan to think of the clamps they almost bought but Tommy is clamping him with his teeth and Dylan moans, out of his mind, slipping into a gentle subspace. He can’t help but hold Tommy’s head as Tommy continues making Dylan so deliciously sore so he can remember it for days. Tommy lets go and works his way further down, exploring his belly button, his abdomen, feeling the very slight stubble where he’s been shaved, shaved for his Dom, Dylan like a newborn baby except for the cage which holds him bound and limited. Tommy kisses and licks and sucks on Dylan’s balls. He’s never gone there before and Dylan gasps with pleasure. Tommy opens his legs and goes beyond the scrotum to an especially private area. “All mine,” he says, then down the legs to the boy’s tender feet, so much more tender than Tommy’s, almost feminine, and Tommy kisses and licks and sucks until Dylan is moaning so strongly it almost sounds like he is having an orgasm, although he knows that his Master isn’t allowing it and he cares not to beg but rather to submit, totally.

Finally, Tommy lays back. Dylan begs him for a taste of his dick. Tommy smiles at him, but presses the boy’s face into his armpit and Dylan eats and sucks and tastes the hair he is forbidden to grow out, and moves to the other side, doing the same. Then Dylan worships Tommy’s nipples which are so perky but so very tender, and Dylan licks and sucks with no teeth for Tommy doesn’t care for that. The only sore nipples in this family are on Dylan’s chest. Tommy is all man and so strong. Dylan kisses his muscles, muscles he used to dream about and used to feel around him, Tommy so strong, Tommy so protective, Tommy such a human god to him. Again Dylan begs for Tommy’s dick and Tommy allows him to lick what is flowing from it and to taste his Master and his lover. “Balls,” whispers Tommy, and Dylan goes down, loving the light hairiness of them. One at a time into his mouth while his hand is wrapped around the head of Tommy’s beautiful dick, toying with it and getting Tommy to breathe more heavily. “Feet,” demands the Master and Dylan practically jumps down there to prove to Tommy the depth of his love and his subservience, Dylan loving the way he is commanded and how he has no will of his own but only the will to serve the man he loves so desperately. Tommy has real man’s feet, big toes, muscular, hairy, luscious. Dylan sucks each toe as if it were the most beautiful cock in the world, trying to make each toe cum for him. Dylan services his Master’s feet, licking between the toes where no one else will ever go, smelling the fresh sweet scent of the bath.

Finally, the long-awaited command is given. “Suck my dick, sweetheart. Blow me, cocksucker. Show me how hungry for dick you are. Let me feel how much you love me.” That is all it takes. Dylan gets his reward and he cherishes every second of it, rolling his tongue around the head, savoring everything that comes from his lover’s body, thinking how he might actually one day drink from this beautiful organ, he sucks and swallows and moves down on his lover, down, down, down. “Do not choke,” Tommy commands, setting the limits and establishing the gentleness of everything that is meant to happen tonight. Dylan understands, and works to send tremors through his lover’s body, loving every second of it, thinking to himself, “I love you so very much, my Tommy,” but he doesn’t dare speak. This is a time when only Tommy speaks to command. ‘Leave it be and come up to kiss me,” Tommy whispers and Dylan slides up his body. Tommy rolls over on top of him, kissing him, touching his nipples yet more, feeling Dylan’s sweet pain, running his fingers down Dylan’s tummy to his balls, pulling on them and squeezing them in a way Dylan never felt before. “Mine,” says Tommy and Dylan feels just how much they belong to his Sir, his love, his Master. The pain increases and Dylan surrenders into it. Tommy can tell from his slave’s reaction just how much he can demand from him, and Tommy takes everything he is entitled to as tears form in Dylan’s eyes and Tommy licks them with his tongue, savoring the saltiness. Tommy relaxes his hand and Dylan sighs. “Down again, boy, suck the cum out of your Master,” Tommy demands, and Dylan eagerly goes to obey, impatient to taste what only Tommy can give him, remembering how many times he has imagined what is not real. Tommy gets agitated, and Dylan knows the time is near. Tommy puts his hands in Dylan’s hair and pulls, pulls and spills himself into his lover’s eager mouth, filling him with his essence, giving him what only he can drink. Dylan holds Tommy in his mouth and licks and continues to hold it until Tommy withdraws himself and pulls Dylan up for more kisses, and tastes himself in Dylan’s mouth—something he never ever thought he would want to do. But things are possible with Dylan that have never been possible before with anyone else. Things that he never even thought of that felt natural now.

Tommy is sitting on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. Dylan crawls to him and, bowing his head to the ground, kisses and licks Tommy’s feet yet again, the perfectly trained slaveboy.

Tommy puts an end to the role-play. “Come up here with me, sweetheart and let me hold you, my precious little buddy.”

Dylan and Tommy lie face to face, smiling at each other and gazing into each other’s eyes.

Now Dylan feels free to speak. “That was absolutely amazing.”

“All of it?”

“Yes, every bit of it. Especially how easily we slip from one role to another without anything being discussed. We dance well together. my love.”

“As long as you always realize that if you can’t follow where I am leading, all you have to do is say your name.”

“I know that, Tommy, and if you don’t hear me saying it, you know I am grateful and turned on by what is happening.”

“Some day I might push (or pull) too hard.”

“Tommy, I don’t think that could happen. No matter what is going on, you are always my protector. It isn’t within you for that to change.”

“I worried about the . . .

“Piss.”

“Yes. I couldn’t help remembering something my cousin Mike said to me one time when we were out for dinner. He told me he had to piss and he went to the men’s room to take care of it. When he got back, he chuckled. ‘For a minute,’ he said, ‘I expected you to follow me, but then I remembered that you aren’t my slave.’ I looked at him somewhat puzzled. He explained: ‘If you were my slave, you would have followed me in there and gotten down on your knees where you belonged.’ I still looked puzzled, so he got blunt. ‘It’s very simply, kid, and don’t you ever forget it: Slaves drink piss. Even if they think they don’t want it, even if they think it grosses them out, if they’re true slaves, they’ll drink piss. Even if it’s only the first time.’”

 “Can you say anything more about that because I think there is something I need to learn here.”

“sure. Well first of all, I think that if you discussed this with Master Huey, or maybe even Peter, I think you would find him having a completely different take on things. I can’t imagine Master Huey ever saying anything like “slaves drink piss.’

“And secondly, sweetheart, as much as I love you and would do anything at all to make you happy if I could, what happened in the bathroom between us was  . . . . well, let me put it this way: I DIDN’T drink your piss. I took care of you the way you asked me to. I made love to you. So there was a little taste of piss involved. That’s all it was. And I fucking loved having that taste of you. But I think that if you ordered me to drink your piss, I probably would safeword before you ever got even the p of the word piss out of your mouth.”

Tommy gets pensive. “But it seems to me that you’ve got something going on about piss. I mean, you were the one who shoved your fingers into it the other day.”

“Sure. And I am fascinated with your piss, baby. I love watching the way it comes out of your dick. I always have. Remember that day when we were kids when we both pissed in the toilet at the same time? I though about that for years. Damn, I even jerked off to it! And when you pissed on my cage before? Holy shit, that was hot. And tiny tastes? Sure. But that’s different from a world in which the statement ‘slaves drink piss’ is just the way things are.

Tommy kisses Dylan’s nose. “You are so goddamned smart, pup. One more thing before we go to sleep: how did you feel about the cage, about not being allowed to cum.”

“To tell you the truth, you had me so turned on that I never even thought of it! And there is something about being locked in FOR YOU and about pleasuring your cock alone that is turning me on. Weird, but I haven’t given it any more thought. And besides, when I was being a slut and sucking dick all the time, most of those guys were never interested in having me cum. I always had to take care of it on my own afterwards. But ask me on Sunday if you decide to keep me locked in until then.”

“Okay. And I will ask on Sunday, because there is no way I’m unlocking that cage until then, boy.”

“Yes Sir. My dick is yours, Sir. I mean it.”

Another kiss on the nose. “Let’s go to sleep, baby. Long day and long drive tomorrow.”

Dylan snuggles into his best friend’s arms and happily falls asleep.