Dylan's Sophomore Year

DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR

Chapter 49

by Donny Mumford

After being missing in action the last three days, Ryan showed up for Thursday's classes and we've been having ourselves a pretty good time since then. For one thing he surprised the hell out of me by giving me a very good haircut, although it's too short. What's new about that? He apparently miscalculated, but at least it looks like a professional miscalculation, and not an amateur's one. And then, not surprisingly, we had awesome sex together that was special somehow. Our buddy sex is about as good as buddy sex gets, and adds something to it that I can't exactly put my finger on and it gets even more special. He's a very special side-sex buddy of mine. He's the best actually. It's quarter to six right now and we've both got a beer in our hands at Tracy's speakeasy. We're navigating our way through the crowd to the spot against the railing I usually hangout at. The tent like enclosure that's acting like a roof and walls for Tracy's deck, along with the space heaters, makes it fairly comfortable in here. I see Tracy laughing with a group of guys and girls, but he doesn't see me and I kinda hope it stays that way. If he sees me he might want to give me a quick fuck, and while his quick fuck's are extremely hot and sexy I've got Ryan's dried cum on my back and probably on my ass and the back of my legs too. His cum got on my back because during our recent exuberant fucking his cock came out of my ass momentarily. That's when his first long stream of spunk shot up my back. He managed to get his boner back up my ass and shot some spunk up there too. We cleaned up afterwards, but I felt some cum drooling out of my ass on the way over here. It would be awkward if Tracy pulled down my pants and saw the dried and/or wet spunk. He might get the wrong idea and think I fuck around with just anybody who comes along.

Before we get to the railing, Ryan's friends, Felix Jonnas and his girlfriend, grab hold of Ryan for a hug. Felix recently transferred to BC so he and Ryan haven't seen each other for awhile. They have a little reunion and then Ryan says, "Felix, you remember my friend, Dylan Newman," and he goes, "Of course I do," and he introduces his girlfriend to me, but I've already forgotten her name. We move from the middle of the floor to the railing where Ryan asks Felix, "How'd you guys get past the bouncer?" Felix says, "We have college IDs, you don't need a Merrimack ID, any college ID will do." His girlfriend gets involved in telling us a long story about her and Felix at a frat party. I lose interest in her tale pretty quickly and glance around to see who's here I know, and there's Tracy looking right at me. He grins and does that wiggling with his forefinger like, 'Come here'. Oh fuck, this could be embarrassing. I say, "Excuse me, guys," and nod at Tracy, "I've got to talk to Tracy for a second." Everyone looks over at him and Tracy give a little wave and a grin, then I say to Ryan, "I'm going to try getting a couple of six packs to go. I won't be long." He says, "No problem, take your time, I'm catching up with my friend, Felix." Damn, it's so nice hearing Ryan say, 'My friend, Felix'. I like that, and he'd make more friends if he'd get himself free of fuckwad. I'm a little disappointed Ryan took so long to come to that same conclusion. He gets taken in by these extremely dominant types too easily if you ask me.

Taking a deep breath, resigned to doing this, I make my way over to the grinning Tracy. "Hiya, Trace," and he's like, "I was hoping to see you tonight, Dylan," and he puts his arm across my shoulders steering me toward the back door of his apartment as I'm telling him, "It's like, um, Tracy, I can't

tonight..." He hugs my shoulders, "Of course you can. I almost called you, did ya know that?" I'm like, "No, I.." and he says, "Oh fuck, I hate myself sometimes, but I've been thinking about your cute face and..." he stops and rubs my head, "Fuck, I love this butch haircut on you. You get the coolest haircuts! Jesus, Dylan, so cool. I'd never have the balls to be so, I don't know, so individualistic I guess." He opens the door as I mumble, "This haircut, um... Listen Tracy, I should tell you...," but he puts a fingers across my lips, "Shhh, lets do our traditional shot of good whiskey first." Traditional? What the...? He pours whiskey into two shots glasses and hands me one. Picking his up, he clicks against the shot glass I'm holding, saying, "To sex, good sex," and flashes it down. I do my shot in three ghastly swallows with tears running down my cheeks and Tracy hugging me, mumbling, "You're priceless, Dylan. One of a fuckin' kind." I swallow about ten times trying not to throw up as Tracy rubs my burr haircut, saying, "Ya know what? This haircut makes you look like a cute, baby-faced bad ass! That's what." I mumble, "Oh, is that good?" and he laughs, asking, "Want another shot?" I go, "Oh! Um, no thanks."

He's rubbing the back of his fingers up the very short hair above my ear, "This feels so cool, it's like rubbing sandpaper. It's very much you though. Not too many guys have the looks and the body to pull this 'look' off." Tracy seems high or something, or maybe he's just drunk. I say, "Oh fuck, Trace, my body's not that great, and I had nothing to do with how I look." He says, "Of course you have something to do with how you look. You're wearing twin earrings, you always have a hot haircut, the clothes you wear are cool, and stuff like that." None of which has anything to do with my 'looks' per se." He rubs my head again, grinning at me, then holds my face between his hands and kisses my lips. Then, still holding my face, he goes, "I can't believe I have this wicked crush on a guy, but I do, ha ha. Come on, lets visit the spare bedroom." I go, "Wait, Tracy, um, I just had sex an hour or so ago and..." he interrupts, "Shh, that's none of my business and it'll just get me more aroused hearing about it." I'm like, "Yeah, but I haven't showered yet, and..." His arm goes around my neck and he starts walking us back through his apartment, telling me, "I should explain that I've been blowing some weed and I get to talking a blue streak when I'm high." He stops us, "Oh, I'm sorry I can't give you any. I would if I had any left, but I smoked it all. It was good shit thought. Whoa!" We start walking again, with Tracy still talking, "As for someone fucking you awhile ago, and you not showering since then, well my hottie friend, I appreciate a little grunge once in awhile. I was thinking you're the cleanest guy I've ever had sex with anyway, and now tonight maybe I get a little extra thrill fucking a cute baby-faced grungy bad ass."

I'm a little exasperated he won't let me finish a sentence, but whaddaya gonna do. Yeah, and the thing is I really like Tracy's fast fucks. Very sexually intense and he's extremely sexy himself. He stops us again outside the spare bedroom/supply room, looks at me, and asks, "Ah, I'm assuming you enjoy our little sexual interludes too. I hope that assumption on my part is accurate. I am correct about that, Dylan, right?" I say, "Oh yeah, you are. The truth is I'm probably oversexed, but I enjoy it and we're only young once." He goes, "Holy shit, I've said that exact thing myself like fifty times. We're like two peas in a pod, sex-wise." I say, "Not really. I've never had sex with a girl." He guides me into the room, saying, "Well, right there, buddy, I gotta tell you... ya don't know what you're missing. Fucking is different with the female gender, I grant you, but it's pretty special too. Of course I find lately having sex with you is my current preference, and let me tell ya, I've never been able to say that about any other guy I've ever had sex with. Not that there's been that many ya understand, but no one compares with you, I can guarantee you that much." I mutter, "Oh, um, thanks. Buddy-sex is kind of special to me, but I don't do it with just anyone. I've got to like the guy at least a little before I'd consider doing sex with him." He says, "Very discriminating! And my philosophy exactly!" Tracy clicks the lock on the doorknob, asking, "Can you spend a night with me sometime? That'd be awesome." I shrug, "Oh, I don't know. I have a boyfriend who's also my roommate, so...." Tracy rubs my head again, "Yes, this haircut is perfect for you. Where'd ya get it?" Guess he doesn't want to hear about my boyfriend/roommate. I mumble, "A friend gave me this haircut an hour or so ago," and Tracy nods, "A friend, huh? The same one you had sex with an hour or so ago?" I go, "Huh, what's that?" and he's like, "Well, it's a cool haircut, but I'm thinking that anything would look cool on you." Then he laughs, "I'm making a fool out of myself, aren't I? It's the fucking pot!

I tend to jabber when smokin' weed. Some guys get hungry, I get too talkative. It's just that I'm kinda taken with you. Forgive me though, I'm never like this, really. Damn, I'll just shut up now."

I glance around the room, not sure what to do, then Tracy puts his hand on the button of my cargo pants and looks me in the eyes, asking, "May I?" Not

sure what he's referring to, I nod my head. He unbuttons my pants and pulls the zipper down, then pulls my pants and underwear down below my butt cheeks. Oh, that's what he meant. Staring at my package, he says, "First off, as I've mentioned before, I really like the sexy shaved pubes look ya got going for yourself, and this will sound stupid, but you have the prettiest cock I've ever seen," then he laughs and actually blushes, mumbling, "I can't fuckin' believe I just said that." I go, "Yeah, that was pretty creepy," then I laugh too as he's grinning, "Do you think maybe I might be a little over-fixated on you? Acting like a ten year old girl at a Beeb's concert or something. Forgive me, really. But seriously your cock and balls look like a fucking drawing or a painting or something. Perfect size and the same beautiful color as your complexion." He chuckles, "Actually you're just about perfect. And that almost-naive personality of yours is adorable too. And that's not a word I use very often!" I'm smelling the back of my hand watching him with a grin on my lips because he's kinda funny when he's high. Normally he's suave and super low-key cool. I kinda like hearing all the compliments too. Don't hear them that often.

Not knowing what to do or say, I finally look down at my cock, mumbling, "Um, if you want to suck my dick, Tracy, it's okay." He laughs again and gives me a hug, then says, "Oh my God, no, Dylan! I'm kind of a phony bisexual

in that I only do the parts of sex with a guy that a guy does with a girl, and the vast majority of girls don't have penises." I go, "I knew that." He puts a hand on each of my shoulders, asking, "Can't you spend the night with me? Just the two of us. I'll take you to dinner at Burtons where I know a bartender friend who well serve us adult beverages." I say, "Not tonight, but maybe I can sleep over some other time. You know, when Robby goes back home and I'm still here." Which is a scenario that's plays out tomorrow when Robby's gone home for his father's birthday and some kind of business thing. I want to think about an over-nighter with Tracy before committing to it though, but I may text him tomorrow. That's how I'm leaning at the moment anyway. Tracy goes, "Okay, we'll do it soon, awesome! You know a crazy thing I'd like to do? I'd like to sleep naked with you all night and fuck you as many times as you want, but that's not the crazy part. The crazy part happens in the morning. I want to give you a bath with a real sponge in the big bathtub I have in the master bathroom. We'd both be in the tub together with me bathing you with that sponge real slowly. It's sounds crazy, I know, but it's this fantasy I have of you and me, with me treating you like a, um, well like a prince. Yeah, like that. Cook you breakfast too and maybe serve you in bed, anything you wanted." Tracy's kinda out there in never-never land tonight, and I'm feeling a little geeky standing here with my pants down listening to his ravings with him high on pot, so I'm like, "Huh, yeah, well that sure sounds like something I'd like, Tracy, a cool sleep over, but, um, are we gonna do anything now, or....?"

He grins at me looking pretty fucking cute and hot himself, but when I'm fucking with guys for awhile they always seem to get cuter and sexier looking

the more I do it with them. Funny how that works. Not that Tracy wasn't good looking and sexy before, but now I think I can add cute to his description. Of course when the fire goes out between me and a side sex buddy they all revert back to what I first thought about them. Like with Ray. I see him now like I did before. I mean before Ryan went to Georgia and I tried replacing his dominant sex with Ray's version of it. It got so I thought Ray was good looking, hot, and sexy and what a mistake that was! I've always said Ray's my biggest mistake, side-sex wise. Last summer I somehow managed to convince myself Ray was 'the man', but I came to my senses eventually. Not quick enough if you ask me, but at least I finally did. Now I think Ray's incredibly misguided, and borderline weird looking, and an oddly eccentric beyond-belief person with BO. I can't disparage his fucking ability though, or his amazing penis. Hmmm, I also can't say positively I'll never have sex with him again, but I can say if I do it'll be a random buddy-sex encounter that will lead to nothing further. Now as far as Tracy goes, if he's serious about this sleep over I'd be up for that, although I'd definitely insist on splitting the bill with him at Burtons restaurant. I kinda like the idea of him giving me a bath though 'cause I don't mind being pampered if truth be known. I could use a little more pampering in my life actually. I don't know about the breakfast though, although maybe he can cook, who knows. Probably be safer to go to Denny's restaurant for breakfast.

Tracy says, with a really nice grin, "Oh sure, we're going to do our quick sex." And I just now noticed that he has dimples too. Now that's a legitimate cute grin. He puts his arms around my neck and rubs his nose against mine, then murmurs, "Some sex definitely, but only after a little making out with you first." He's a good make out alright, but after making out with Ryan earlier, by comparison, Tracy's only a 'good' make-out. Ryan's in a class by himself and in more ways than just making-out. Tracy does have a nice scent about him though, and it doesn't hurt that he seems very attracted to me. That's an important factor in me having good buddy sex. My dick is responding by the time Tracy does one last suck on my tongue, takes a big breath, and says, "Fuck, Dylan, I could just eat you up with a spoon, you taste that good, and you're so fucking cute it's insane!" I'm getting a little overwhelmed by all these compliments and Tracy misinterprets my expression, "Oh, unless you don't care for being called 'cute'. Then I'd say you're the best looking person I've ever seen." I have to laugh, then mumble, "No, cute's good, but so is what you said about best looking, so... ya know." He laughs putting his forehead on my shoulder, his short beard feeling sexy on the side of my chin. He's got a good laugh too and he's doing a lot of it tonight. I assume all his laughing can mostly be attributed to the weed he smoked. Done laughing, he lifts his head, and mumbles, "You're priceless, Dylan, you really are," and he kisses me again. Oh man, his beard feels so sexy rubbing against my face when we make out, and Tracy has a fairly full bread, although it's curly like Ryan's and definitely not dense. Ryan basically has the sexiest beard ever. I don't think thick beards are sexy though. Wispy ones like Ryan's are sexy.

Tracy pulls his zipper down and pulls out his fairly large, semi-boned-up cock. He has a really good cock for fucking, but saying that it doesn't match Ryan's isn't really fair because I could say that about a lot of guy's cocks. Tracy's is among the best, I'll leave it at that. He strokes his cock a few times, saying, "Man, I'm anxious for this. Okay if we do it the same way we've done it before? I really think it's hot fucking standing up." I turn around and bend over, muttering, "Sure." We're not standing in the same spot as the other couple of times we fucked together, this time my hands are gripping the top of a bureau drawer. There's a bed in the room too, but it's covered with boxes of plastic cups, paper plates, and whatever. Behind the bureau is a mirror, so I look at my reflection and I'll be dammed if my little sex-pot friend, Ryan, didn't do a real good job with my burr haircut. It's severely short on the sides, but rounded nicely at the top of the sides where my skull rounds some on top. The short hairs on the top of my head are standing stiffly up. He used the half inch guide on top initially but I guess he had to cut it shorter when blending in the sides. All I know is he used the clippers like forever. Yeah, I guess I like it alright, but Tracy's right, it's probably is too short and tight for most guys. I lower my head and look at the crown where Ryan cut the hairs down to less than a quarter inch. Fuck, can I believe this? I'm getting a boner thinking about my next Ryan-haircut. Yeah, I've got a fetish about Ryan giving me short haircuts and that's for sure. Fetishes are cool and sexy!

Tracy's rubbing his cock up and down my butt cheeks and that last rub left a trail of precum in it's wake. Hey, maybe he's doing me bareback this time, but then I hear him ripping open a condom's wrapper, mumbling, "Yeah, I see some dried cum back here, Dylan, well some of it's still a little damp. It's about the sexiest thing ever! I've never fucked a guy after another guy just had his cock up my sex-buddy's ass. I only wish I had the balls to do you without a condom." I shrug, and mutter, "Huh, if you want to it's okay." He pushes the head of his now hard boner against my asshole and I feel the lubricant on the condom. He grunts while humping his hips and the head slides in tightly. "Oh fuck, yeah," from Tracy. Then he says, "I'm gonna cum pretty quickly I'm afraid, but I'll fuck you with a cum-filled condom until I get you off. Okay?" I mutter, "Sure, thanks," and he pushes his cock in about four inches. I groan, "Ow," but it feels good. There's a lot of good things to say about lube when fucking. Maybe I should carry a tube of it around with me. Another thrust of his hips and he's tight against my ass, just like that. He leans over me doing little humps against my ass without withdrawing at all. "Your ass beats any pussy I'm familiar with, Dylan," and then he rubs my head. Ryan's haircut is certainly a big hit with Tracy, but it probably won't be especially well received by most. Fuck 'em though.

My cock is boned-up good and hard now too. Damn, this feels good. Tracy get's his arm around the front of my neck and pulls me roughly up against his chest, saying, "Now that my cock's fully up your tight ass, this is how I like to fuck you, your back up against me. Dude, you've got the hottest body ever," and his hand goes under the dirty sweatshirt I'm wearing, one Robby wore yesterday. Tracy's rubbing my belly, then my chest, mumbling, "Cool nip ring, Dylan." He has yet to pull his cock back, but there's some sizzling activity going on in there just the same. Then he moves his hips back drawing back his boner and pushing it right back in all the way up my ass. Our faces are side by side, and we look cool together in the mirror's reflection. I see Tracy's eyes are closed and his lips are tightly together as he pulls his boner back again and thrust it right back in, as I go, "Ooooh, ummm." He asked, "You okay, Dylan?" and I go, "Yeah, it feels real good, Trace," and he begins moving his hips and thrusting against me, his boner making quick trips back and forth in my ass. That big, hard organ slides against the walls of my rectum pressing against my prostate gland and tantalizes the lips of my anus. His body smacking against my ass creates a, "Slap, slap, slap, slap," sound for a good three minutes and now my eyes and lips are tightly closed too as the sensations from all those beautiful nerve endings brilliantly perform their job. I'm soon squirming in his grasp and, oh fuck, this feels so good! "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as I moan with each thrust, "Um, um, um, ooh, ooh, ooh, Trace, ooh, yeah, ooh," A minute later he slams his cock in and holds it there doing his tight humps against me as he breaths in bursts filling the condom with his semen. "Ooooh, jeeeeesus, ooh," from Tracy as his body shudders, "Oh that was so fucking good, Dylan," then kisses near the side of my mouth and begins fast and hard thrusting for another two minutes with me moaning the whole time, and then, "Aaaaah," my whole body jerking as three smallish shots of cum fly out. The first one hitting the mirror and the next two only making it to the front of the bureau's top drawer. My shoulders shudder at the sizzling all around my ass and groin. A small climax, but it felt like a much bigger one. This was one of Tracy's longer fuck's lasting maybe six minutes. He had a orgasm at the three or four minute mark, but since I climaxed an hour and a half ago, this orgasm took another two or three minutes to blast off. Nice!

He lets go of me and pulls his cock out breathing deeply. "Perfection, Dylan. Never-ever disappointing. Love your ass, dude!" I nod, "It felt great, Trace. Any time, man, wow. A sleep over, huh? Um, how many time do you think you can go in a night?" Without a moments hesitation, he says, "Six. That's all I'm good for." I mumble, "Six is a good squiggly number." He wipes the lube off my ass with some tissue as I'm leaning over holding onto the bureau again. Then, "SMACK!" on my ass, and he says, "I forgot you like it kinda rough, Dylan. Sorry." I standup and pull my pants up, asking, "How long have I been in your apartment, Trace?" He says, "About ten or twelve minutes because I talked too much. It's that fucking weed, dude." We walk out and head back through his apartment with Tracy's arm around the back of my neck, and him saying, "I really needed that, Dylan, thanks man." I ask him, "Okay if I grab a couple of six-packs for the road?" He nods his head, "No problem, I'll grab a couple for you myself. Got a big shipment of Coors in this morning. We're drinking Coors for a couple of weeks." I'm like, "Thanks, Trace, but I insist on paying." He goes, "I know, I know, you won't let me treat you. I'd like to though." I go, "Nah, I don't think that's right, but thanks." He says, "Tell Mick at the bar I said it's okay. Mick's a chick, by the way."

In the kitchen he gives me what I can only describe as a romantic kiss, then says, "I enjoyed this tremendously, Dylan. Can't wait for us to sleep together and I hope it's real soon." I smile, "Yeah, but we aren't going to get serious, right? I love me some side-sex with cool guys like you from time to time, Trace, but I'm in a true love relationship with my boyfriend." He makes a cute face fiddling with my cross necklace, mumbling, "This is David Yurman, ya know. A gift?" I nod my head thinking of Willie. Tracy says, "Have you ever thought of wearing a necklace with a message replacing the cross on this necklace?" I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" He goes, "The message should say, 'WARNING: I'M VERY ADDICTIVE'. I grin, "No, I haven't given that much thought." One more rub of my head, then he points there, "That's a hot do, dude." I mumble, "Yeah, thanks, Tracy," and step thought the back door onto the deck. I go right to the narrow table that serves as their bar and tell the girl bartender that Tracy okayed two take-out six packs of Coors. She says, "No offense, cutie, but I gotta check," and she calls on her cell phone, turning away as she talks. I hear her say, "I don't know, Tracy. He's got blond hair in some sort of Marine haircut." She nods her head and turns around, saying, "Okay, Dylan, two six packs coming up, and at a discount. The boss says until further notice you get whatever you ask for." I smile, "Thanks," and she takes two six packs from a refrigerated cabinet, saying, "Ten bucks, please." I pay her and mumble my thanks, then walk through some boisterous guys who look too old to be in college. One of them gooses me on my way by, but I resist turning to see who it was. Ryan's still talking with Felix and his girlfriend. I hold up the six packs and Ryan asks, "Are we leaving now, Dylan?" I go, "Whenever you say, buddy," and Felix says, "We gotta get going ourselves."

Everyone says their goodbyes and Felix leaves with his girlfriend, while Ryan and me stay to finish our beers. Ryan asks, "What's up with the guy you were talking to?" I'm like, "Tracy? He owns this place. I did a shot of whiskey with him and we talked. By the way he loves this haircut you gave me." Ryan beams, and that's so good to see. He asks, "You don't think it's too short? I should have probably buzzed it longer than a half inch and next time I will if you want. I had to cut it down making it all blend together. I like how it's rounded, don't you?" I go, "Yeah, it's cool, but your my barber, Ryan, so you decide." He grins, "I love you, you know that?" I smell the back of my hand, mumbling, 'Thanks, Ryan, right back at you." I'm wondering if Tracy making a fuss over my haircut has influenced my opinion of it. Feeling it now myself, and wow, this is wicked short, but Ryan's looking so pleased with himself it makes me feel good. He swallows the last of his beer, then grins at me, saying, "I want to kiss you," and I'm like, "Go ahead, I'm not in the closet." My back's against the railing and he leans against my stomach with his hand behind my neck and gives me one of his kisses, the kind he should patent. If I hadn't just had an orgasm I'd definitely have a boner in my pants about now. Ryan can get me so hot so fast it ain't even funny. Done the kiss, he says, "I'm not in the closet either." We're finished off our beers, so we walk toward the new door leading to the steps. I'm asking, "Oh, you're 'out' to your parents?" He goes, "I'm not that 'out', no, heh heh. It's just at college I'm 'out'."

Ryan lets me drive his Mini to Stop & Shop, and whenever I glance over at him he's smiling, and that hasn't been the case for weeks. Sweet! We're going to the grocery store to get stuff for our dinner. Inside the store I do my usual surveying for cute bag boys seeing none, but I don't even make a fuss about it anymore. At the meat counter we get country style pork ribs, then at the canned food section pick out a big can of bake beans. Next the bakery for some French rolls, and finally the produce section for a head of iceberg lettuce and a couple of ripe plum tomatoes. Then back at the apartment I'm drinking a beer while putting our meal together. Ryan's got a beer too as he watches me make my famous pork and bake bean casserole. I pour the dark beans in a fireproof casserole dish and add brown sugar, some barbecue sauce, sliced sweet onion, ketchup and dark mustard, then mix it all together and lay the country ribs on top of the beans, coating them sparingly with a little extra barbecue sauce. The last thing that goes in is a hot cherry pepper pushed down into the beans. The baked beans will be sweet and a little spicy. The lid goes on and I put it in a preheated 350 degree oven for and an hour-and-a-half to two hours... the pork will be so tender it falls off the bone. Cutting wedges of iceberg lettuce and plum tomatoes onto two plates, then covering the plates with plastic wrap, the two salads go in the refrigerator until we're ready to eat then with Ken's Italian dressing.

We sit in the living room talking about various things and drinking beers. After each beer we go outside for a cigarette. I finally steer the conversation to Ryan's situation with Marty. I'm hoping the beers loosen Ryan up and I learn more about what goes on between those two. He says, "Oh fuck, that's a touchy topic! I can tell you one thing for sure, after spending today with you, Dylan, I definitely want to get away from Marty more than ever. I never have any fun with him, not like I had today with you. Especially giving you that awesome burr haircut, and everything we've been doing since then. In other words being a normal college student." I'm tired of the haircut topic, but I say, Yeah, nice job with my haircut." He goes, "One thing I finally get right, but thanks." One of the things I want to do is build up Ryan's confidence and surprisingly the haircut has been good for that. He says, "Another thing, Dylan, the sex I had with you today was way better than sex I've been having with Marty. Early on Marty and I had really good sex together, and even now I have ginormice climaxes, but the things I have to endure in between climaxes ruins everything, and I basically miss you something awful too. I need a big change." I say, "How often does he handcuffed you to something in the dorm?" He's like, "Almost everyday, and that damn butt plug I have to sleep with might be stretching my anus. My asshole feels loose and open when he takes it out. It's like that every day until about lunchtime and it's a freaky feeling. He told me starting next week I'll be wearing a butt plug during the day too. He likes being able to slide his big fat cock up my ass. It's tight enough up in my rectum, but my anus seems stretched and his fat cock head fits in snugly without any lube. A butt plug for sex play is okay and even hot, but he overdoes everything." Ryan's right, some of it actually sounds sexy to me, but I wouldn't want to experience it every day for months, no way! A day or two, ya know. Hell, I've done most of that for a day or two in the past. Getting a little turned-on I ask, "What else does he do?" Ryan shrugs, "I told you about my nuts and cock being tied off, but I've done that to you." Yeah, he has, and so has Sonny for that matter.

Ryan finishes off his bottle of Coors, "Can I get you another one, Dylan?" I nod my head and chugalug the rest of my beer, then hand him the bottle. He brings back two beers and gives me one, saying, "When I'm telling you what he does it doesn't sound so bad, but for the last three weeks or so he's been doing the stuff in a mean spirited way like he wants to demean and punish me as much as he can. He doesn't do it like we're having a good time, and it seems he doesn't even like me, or he's bored with me. It takes a lot of his time controlling me twenty-four/seven and it's almost seems like he feels it's getting to be a pain in his ass. Anyway that how it seems to me, and the slightest thing I do wrong gets my faced slapped or punched. He used to like me I think, but now it's like he's being sadistic." I say, "Like breaking your little finger." He nods his head looking down, mumbling, "It's embarrassing someone would do that to me, like I must be the biggest loser in the world. He didn't give it a second thought. you know, like it's only insignificant Ryan's finger." I ask, "How'd it happen?" He shrugs, "I told you he has this super dominant way about him and he makes me tell him the truth about everything. So I confessed that you and me fucked early this week. He didn't yell or anything, just told me to make a fist with my left hand, but leave the little finger extended. The menacing way he said it scared me so I didn't dare not obey him. He held my wrist and looked me in the eyes as he put his fist around my little finger and snapped it at the knuckle. I fainted for a few seconds because the pain was so intense." I feel sick to my stomach hearing that. Ryan says, "And I ended up apologizing to him." I go, "What the fuck? Why'd you do that?" He says, "Marty acted all upset that he had to do it. He was yelling stuff like, 'Why do you do things that make me need to discipline you so harshly, and I'm disrespecting my 'master' and shit like that. I told him how sorry I was because he gets in these moods that scare me. After I apologized ten times or so he took me to the emergency room telling me to say I broke it playing touch football." Jesus, that's pathetic. I'm disappointed in Ryan for being so wimpy. He needs to set a limit as to what he'll accept, like I do. And how the hell can someone be so dominant you babble confessions he'd have no way of knowing about otherwise, and that aren't any of his business anyway? It's ass backwards. If someone starts breaking your fingers, you might start babbling, but not just from someone acting a little dominant. There has to be a limit to what you'll take and then you say, "NO!". Well, it would be counterproductive belittling Ryan, so I keep my opinion to myself for now.

We're quiet for a minute while I'm thinking how Ryan's basically a pushover, then he says, "Oh, I didn't tell you this: I need to be naked whenever I'm in the dorm and I'm not allowed to talk unless Marty tells me too, mute and naked with the tight dog collar on." Yeah, I've been there, but the qualifier is I've only been there a day or so, not three fucking months. He adds, "Yeah, and not only Rex but a couple of other gay guys come in and out of the room mocking me. They're two local gay guys who don't even go to Merrimack and they humiliate the shit out of me, calling me names and teasing me by hitting my balls with a ruler, or whatever the fuck they have in their hands. This one ugly fuck, his name's Taffy, he can hack a gob of mucus like twenty feet and hit me in the head or face with it. My hands are handcuffed so I can't even wipe it off my face and it drools down with them cheering. It's sickening with those guys clapping and pointing at me laughing. Ah fuck it, I gotta get out of there." I say, "Well, you've never even told him you want out, so he might think you like what you're getting. Frankly I can't imagine anyone being dominant enough for me to let them treat me like that." He frowns, "Don't be mean, Dylan. I'm gonna tell him, but you don't know him like I do. He has a 'way' about him that makes you just do what he says." Jeez, he has a 'way' about him, huh? What a crock of shit. I'm like, "Lets go talk to him right now. Come on, get up." Ryan's whole body tightens up, "Now? We haven't even eaten and you said we'd take a shower together." I stand up, "We can't eat for a hour anyway because the casserole isn't cooked yet, and we'll take a shower later." He goes, "But he might not let me out again if I go over there." I say, "Come on, we're going right now. You've let him get in your head too much. He's not in my head and I'll show you what happens when you stand up for yourself. I promise you'll get out again, or we'll see how tough this asshole actually is." Ryan gets up reluctantly, saying, "I don't think this is a good idea at all, Dylan."

I ignore that and put my coat one, so he puts his on too. I'm squeezing the back of his neck as we're going out the door, trying to pump him up telling him, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, little buddy. It'll be okay, nobody's as dominant as you claim Marty is. It's a cumulative thing that's built-up in your head. He's got you thinking he's this all-powerful figure, and he's not." I've got Ryan's car keys in my coat pocket so I go to the driver's side and Ryan shrugs getting in the passenger seat. Neither of us says anything during the short drive, and the closer we get the less of a good idea this seems. I can't back out now though, not after my overconfident prodding for Ryan to confront Marty. We don't say anything walking to his dormitory either, and going up the steps I'm thinking this should have been planned out a little. Ryan hesitates outside the door to his room and looks at me licking his bottom lip. I nod my head at the door and he reluctantly opens it. There's Marty at his desk studying. Huh, yeah, he needs to study like the rest of us. I never thought of him as just one of us sophomores. He looks up a little startled, then asks, "What the fuck are you doing here, Newman?" I say, "We need to talk," and he says, "Oh yeah? Well close the fucking door and talk. And you," as he points to Ryan, "Need to get naked and put your collar on." Ryan looks scared to death as he takes his coat off real fast and pulls his sweatshirt over his head. That right there is kinda pathetic. Marty asks me, "Did you join the Army or something, asshole?" I'm like, "What the fuck ya talking about?" He says, "That fucking haircut, dummy. It's a boot camp haircut and looks absurd. Now what the fuck ya wanna talk about." Then he points to the foot of one of the beds, saying, "Sit the fuck down, right there." I look at him a little stunned, and he says, "On the end of that fucking bed, right there!" Holy shit, he's confident alright. I sit down as he swings his chair around to face me, "Okay, pussy, what's this all about?" I feel my dick tightening up and my words are sticking in my throat, so I look at Ryan and croak out, "Ryan, what do you want to say?" He's totally naked already, buckling his dog collar on with a vein in his neck pulsing because the dog collar's so tight. Ryan comes over on his hands and knees to kneels next to Marty who, without looking at Ryan, gets a finger between the dog collar and Ryan's neck, then mutters, "Good boy, Ryan," and pats his head. Pathetic! Then to me, he says, "In case you don't know, my boy won't speak without my permission, and you said 'we', meaning you and me need to talk, so talk."

My damn dick is getting hard witnessing Marty's exceptional dominant behavior and the incredible amount of control he has over Ryan. Seeing it first hand is arousing me. I shrug clearing my throat and say, in a much meeker voice than I intended, "Oh okay, if you won't let Ryan talk I suppose I'll need to try and speak for him." Marty has this penetrating stare that's making me uncomfortable, plus I'm on his turf, so to speak, so I'm not feeling the confidence about confronting Marty I felt at the apartment. Marty looks very comfortable staring at me without saying anything. I do two fake coughs, then mumble, "Ah, well, Ryan was thinking he sort of wants out of the arrangement he has with you." He asks, "What arrangement is that?" I shrug, "Heh heh, you know," and I nod toward Ryan naked with a dog collar and kneeling next to Marty, "That arrangement." Marty smirks slightly and just stares, so I add, "There are a number of reasons Ryan might want, um, to change. Reasons that you can probably guess, but lets just say he doesn't want to do this anymore." Marty looks at Ryan, cups under his chin raising his face. Ryan looks at him like the loyal dog looks at his master. Then Marty looks back at me raising his eyebrows, indicating I should continue I guess, so I stammer, "He's kinda thinking he'd like to move into a different dorm room." Marty laughs an unfriendly laugh, then goes, "You think you can just take my boy from me, do ya? He's mine, dude." I go, "Well, see, that's just it, he doesn't want to be yours, and he doesn't want to be anybody else's either." Marty raises his eyebrows again in mock surprise, mumbling, "First time I'm hearing about it." He looks at Ryan who's on his knees trembling next to Marty, "Is that right, Rye? You want to leave me?" Ryan nods 'yes', sweat dripping down his forehead. Marty asks him, "Why didn't you mention this little matter to me before, huh? Or is it mostly his idea?" as he points at me. I say, "No, it's just that he's afraid what you'd do if he mentioned it." He's pointing his finger at me again, saying, "I asked him, big shot, not you!" He ruffles Ryan's hair, "You can speak, boy. What's the story." Ryan looks down, mumbling, "What Dylan said, mostly, um, sort of. Ya know, I'd rather not be anyone's boy I guess." Marty chuckles, "Oh no, why the fuck not?" and the three of us go back and forth like that for five minutes or so with Ryan becoming slightly more relaxed. Surprisingly no one is raising their voice or threatening anyone. Finally Marty says, "Okay, I get it, Ryan wants a new roommate, but the fact remains he's my boy because I trained him and I've been fucking him a few times a day going on three months now. What do I get if I let you have him," pointing at me again, "It's you taking him from me whether he's going to be your boy or not. So what's in it for me? Why should I let my boy go with a pussy, pretty-boy like you?"

Marty and I have a one-sided discussion about the term 'his boy', with him getting a little hot under the collar now and winning most of the points. He's intimidating alright but I manage to score some points by delving into the way Marty misrepresented himself over the summer by not detailing with what his vision a of a sub/dom relationship entail. And, how there was never a single mention of Ryan being part of a 'master/slave' relationship. That goes on awhile with Ryan chipping in a little, but always in a humble manner. Finally I try a compromise position, "Wait Marty. Um, you're being reasonable in that you're at least discussing this with us." He says, "Brown-nosing doesn't work with me, pussy-boy." I go, "Name calling isn't helpful. We're being respectful, and sure, it's certainly possible that Ryan may have misunderstood what you laid out for him last summer. The thing is, I don't think we're explaining ourselves very well. Neither of us are implying Ryan doesn't want to be your boy, just not twenty-four/seven. He needs a break and maybe the best way to accommodate that is him moving in with another roommate. And then you can have your bud, Rex, move in here or whatever." He raises his eyebrows again, saying, "Well, why didn't you say that earlier? We might be able to work something out along those lines. Rex's hates his current roommate and Rex and I have been getting it 'on' together lately so that could work. Yeah, but then my boy wouldn't be available to me nearly as much as he is now. I'll need more than that." I go, "Like what?" He says, "Well, smart ass, you've inserted yourself into our business and I know damn well you fucking put my boy up to this, so you'll need to be part of the solution." I ask, "How so?" Right then I remember Ryan's idea that if I'd spend one night with him as twin 'boys' for Marty, then Ryan said he'd have the motivation to break away from Marty. That was weeks ago though and I rejected it out if hand. Surely he never mentioned it to fuckwad.

Marty's thinking, then he says, "You'll both be my boys a couple times a week, and we got a deal. That would satisfy me and bring you down a few pegs too, buster, you better believe it." Ryan says, "No, don't do it, Dylan." I say, "Don't worry about that, Ryan, and, um, fuck you, Marty!" I said the 'fuck you' kinda tentatively. Marty jumps up and a chill goes down my back. Getting his face close to mine, he says, "You, little fairy boy, do not tell me to go fuck myself." I pull my head back, muttering, "Okay, fair enough, but I can't possible do this thing you want me to do with Ryan a couple days a week." He says, "You'd love it. I see it in your eyes." I go, "Look, please be reasonable. Ryan could just walk out on you if he wanted to, but he feels he owes you, so he wants to work out a deal you'll be happy with." Marty sits down, pointing at me, "I'm telling you to watch your tones of voice when you talk to me. I'll slap your face if you don't tone it down." I quietly say, "I'm not giving attitude to you at all, Marty, honest." He goes, "You apologize to me right now." Oh fuck, we're making some progress here, so I go, "Okay, I apologize, Marty," He smirks at me, and I say, "And you know, what good would it do, for example, you beating Ryan up if he just walked out? I mean, don't you think some of Ryan's friends would then beat you up, and so on? Maybe us guys don't believe in that fair fight bullshit either, so maybe three or four guys against one. It's not a threat, but I mean you don't believe in a fair fight either, right? Or you wouldn't beat on Ryan who's smaller than you." I wanted to get that in.

He waves his hand at me, "I'm not worried about that, tough guy. You'll need more than three or four guys if the others are like you. And, dipshit, there's a very important factor that you haven't considered. Any time I want I can get Ryan to change his mind about leaving. It'd take me fifteen minutes. Anytime I chose to do it, fifteen minutes is all it would take. If I get satisfaction by way of some kind of compensation though, I won't do that." I go, "Well, I'm sorry, Marty, and absolutely no offense intended, but I can't be your boy a couple of times a week. My boyfriend and I are in love and he'd never allow me to do that." More haggling until, Marty finally says, "Okay, Stop!! Jesus! Were you on the debating team in high school or something? Just tell me your best offer. How many nights are you willing to be my boy along with Ryan?" Ryan's looking at me rubbing his nose, a sort of pleading look on his face. I shrug and mutter, "One. That's my best offer." Marty says, "One what? One day a week?" I go, "One as in one, a single night, I'm sorry but I can't do more." He sits back in his chair thinking... and being a little bit dramatic about it. Then he looks at Ryan, "You'll be coming over more than one day a week though, that's for fuck sure". Ryan nods, "Oh, of course, Marty, whenever you told me to." Marty swats Ryan's head, mumbling, "I don't like you springing this on me out of the blue with no warning. Caught me off guard." Then, standing up, he says, "Alright, I'm a good guy and able to admit I maybe got a little too heavy handed with my boy here," probably thinking of breaking Ryan's finger, "And as long as all my efforts in training my boy aren't going to waste, and I still have the use of him whenever I want, plus you two will be my boys together one day and night, you got a deal."

He points at me again, Marty's big on pointing, "And your 'one', is one day! For a full twenty-four hours, including overnight under my total control,

asshole. Deal?" Hmmm, I already know Robby's going home this weekend leaving for Framingham tomorrow after class. We decided no need for me to be there for that, so I'll stay here. Instead of being treated like a prince by Tracy, I'll be treated like shit by Marty. If it'll end his control over Ryan I guess I'll do it. And, heh heh, Marty's gonna be disappointed how often he sees his 'boy' though. After tomorrow I mean, but we'll deal with that later. For now, I go, "Tomorrow, Marty, after classes Friday." He rubs his hands together, saying, "Heh heh, yeah, tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.," and he moves so quickly I can't believe it, and he's got my head in a headlock. I'm shocked, but it's a typical bully move as he presses his big face against mine, saying, "After tomorrow you're gonna want more than just the one experience being my boy though. I can read you and you'll want more of my dominant control. I might be willing to let you come over again, but you'll need to ask me nicely." Then he lets go of me. My face feels hot and red, as I mumble, "Yeah, fuck, okay we have a deal, but one day will be more than enough for me," and I hold out my hand. He actually shakes it grinning, saying, "I'm gonna have myself twin boys for twenty four hours, and then you," pointing at Ryan this time, "Will be ready to get over here the second I text you right?" Ryan says, "Yes, Marty, and thanks for being so reasonable." Marty asks, "You in for the night now, boy?" Ryan asks, "Is it alright if I finish the day you gave me off with my friend?" He goes, "Yeah, yeah, okay." I say, "Marty, um, we have a deal as of two minutes ago so would it be okay if Ryan spends the night with me and my roommate? I don't mean as our boy, but as our friend." Marty goes, "Yeah, yeah if you'll just get the fuck out of here so I can study! And don't fucking come back until you're ready to get undressed and do what I tell ya." I hate that I formed that as a request, but Marty's a handful.

Ryan's trying not to grin, but he does as he takes off his dog collar and gets dressed. I was more intimidated than I expected by Marty, but we accomplished our mission. If Marty won the intimidation battle, so what? I don't care what he thinks. As we're leaving, I say, "It's really for the best, Marty. I'm glad we could work something out." He says, "Yeah, heh heh. What you don't know is you solved a problem for me. The training of a slave, like my boy Ryan here, getting him completely submissive to me is the fun part and I think we can agree he's totally submissive to me. Of late though it's been getting tedious for me to constantly make sure my boy is completely compliant and under control. It takes a lot of my time, but now I got what I want. He'll still be ready to do my bidding, but only when I feel like it. I have no doubt he'll remember his training and be as submissive as ever. But, here's the thing, I would have settled on him changing roommates and seeing me when I want, and that'd be the end of it. You, Newman, wanted to be a big shot and broker the deal so now you're the icing on my cake. I didn't expect or really need that, but I got it anyway because you had to impress Ryan. Ha! And oh yeah, as you reminded me, we shook on it, didn't we. See you both tomorrow." Fuck! Ryan and I walk out as Marty calls after us, "And that haircut of yours went out of style is the nineteen-fifties, ya dink." Then he says, "Get your ass back in here, boy," and for a split second I almost take a step back, but it's Ryan who skips back in. "Yes, Marty?" "Give me a kiss to show me you love me, boy," and Ryan almost trips over himself doing that. It's a long kiss with Marty big fat tongue in Ryan's mouth. Marty pushes him away, pointing at me, "You'll get plenty of those tomorrow. Until then you can play with yourself thinking about it." Then we're out the door walking down the steps.

When we get around the corner of the dormitory Ryan jumps up and down a few times, saying, "We did it, Dylan!" I'm not so sure it wasn't Marty who did

it. That's if what he said at the end is true and I believed him. Huh, he sort of dominated me too, nothing like Ryan of course, and he won't tomorrow either, but he surprised me. I say, "Well, you get your wish too. We'll be twin boys for Marty for a day." He gets serious, "When I suggested that weeks ago, Marty wasn't anything like he is now, Dylan. I wish you hadn't given in on that. I told you not to." I'm a little pissed-off, "Yeah, but I was determined to get you into another dorm and I didn't know it didn't require me to be his fucking submissive boy, did I? I did it for you." Ryan looks down, "Don't be mad at me, Dylan. Um, you were great." I go, "Oh fuck, how bad can it be for one night. You've put me through some similar dominant stuff last spring." He mutters, "Not really." At the car I just naturally get in the drivers side. When Ryan gets in, he asks, "Am I ever going to get to drive my car again?" He's grinning at me, obviously happy as a kid in a candy factory. I say, "Didn't anyone tell you it's nicer to share your toys?" He nod, "Thanks for doing this for me, Dylan. I couldn't do it myself, I know that." I say, "Fuckwad is a boisterously aggressive bully prick, but he wasn't as bad as I thought he'd be." Ryan mumbles, "Fuckwad?" Then he says, "He's usually much worse than he was tonight."

As I drive us off campus, he says, "He wasn't that bad tonight. It must be because you were there. If you can believe it, that's the gentlest I can remember him being in the last five or six weeks. He's usually more forceful and dominant." Fuck, that's hard to imagine. I go, "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan he has your brain scrambled a little bit. I let him think I was polite and intimidated, but that's so we could get our way." Ryan doesn't seem to agree with that and I guess Marty did intimidate me, but like I've said, one day of sub/dom play can be a sexy experience for me. And that's true even with someone like Marty. Hell, it was pretty intense during parts of that New York City trip and I pulled that off. I'm not all that worried about Marty, and maybe I'm even looking forward to it a little. Plus, I get to be a hero to Ryan. Pulling into the apartment complex's parking lot and then driving around for a minute, I yell, "Fuck!" because I can't find a parking spot, and then drive to a spot way in back of the next parking lot, one over from ours.

We get out and start walking with Ryan putting his arm around my waist, saying, "Sincerely, Dylan, thank you. I'll get to be a normal college student again." I say, "We did it together." He goes, "How many times do you figure I'll need to be his 'boy' each week?" I go, "As few as you want. You're out of his grasp and he's already admitted it was getting repetitive. The whole arrangement will fade away in a couple of weeks and if he gets unreasonable we'll put a pillowcase over his head and kick the shit out of him." Approaching the back door to the apartment building, he asks with a grin, "Do I get to sleep with you tonight?" I go, "No, 'cause I don't sleep on the sofa and that's where you'll be sleeping. Hey, remember where we parked the Mini so we'll know where it is when we go to class in the morning." He stops, "Oh shit!" and I'm like, "What now?" and he's like, "I don't have my backpack. I need it for class tomorrow. Actually I didn't bring anything with me." Hmmm, I guess we were kinda anxious to get out of Marty's room. I says, "Balls! We'll need to go back."

Trudging back to the car, Ryan says, "It'll be best if I run up to the room myself. We don't want to antagonize him." Fuck antagonizing him, I want to

redeem myself a little by giving Marty a little attitude this time. I didn't stand up to Marty much better than Ryan, and I'll feel better about myself if I stand my ground this time. Plus, it'll give Marty a little notice that I'm not gonna be a pushover tomorrow. I'll keep my word and go along with the sub/dom program to a realistic degree, but if he thinks I'm cowering to him like Ryan does, he's got another think coming his way. Might as well establish that I'm not going to put up with just anything. I have my limits and I can set a good example for Ryan. I say, "No, Ryan, I want to go with you. I think Marty has the wrong idea about me. He caught me off guard a little by coming on so strong at first, but now I know what to expect and I want to set a few ground rules." Ryan says, "No, Dylan, you don't want to go back in there. Marty will be steaming after thinking about it a little." I get in the divers seat again, and on the way to the campus I tell Ryan, "You act which ever way you feel comfortable with, but I'm standing up to him more than I did fifteen minutes ago." He says, "I don't think that's a good idea at all, Dylan. We got most of what we wanted, and I'm really sorry he suckered you into being his 'boy' for a day, but antagonizing him is never a good idea. The second I walk in there I'm taking my clothes off and putting on my dog collar to play it safe. Then I'll collect what I want to bring back with me. You need to wait in the car, please! It's embarrassing for me to have you see me like that."

Driving right up to Ryan's dormitory's steps, I park illegally because we're only going to be a couple of minutes. I guess Marty has really done a number on Ryan, but this isn't Ryan's first rodeo so he's resigned himself to scrape and bow to these dominant turds more than I'd ever do. Bullies are bullies and if you push back a little, they tend to back off. I say, "I'm coming with you." He shakes his head as up the steps we go. I open the door this time and try taking the offensive, but in a friendly way. Marty's still studying at the desk and when his big head snaps around I give him a friendly smile, "Sorry for the interruption, Marty, I know you're studying, but Ryan forgot his backpack." Marty's incredibly quick for a guy his size as he gets up and right over in front of me leaning me up against the wall with his hand on my head holding it back hard against a cork board. He say to Ryan, "You know what to do when you come in this room, so do it." Ryan squeaks out, "Yes, Marty." I go, "Knock off the Tarzan act, Marty, we'll be out of your hair in two minutes."

His head's turned, watching Ryan get undress and he's not paying any attention to me except to plaster me against the wall. Marty says, "Put that fucking dog collar extra tight, boy." I go, "Marty, stop leaning on me," and I struggle to slide out from under him, but he puts his hand inside my coat and under my shirt to get a little pinch of the skin around my pierced nipple and squeezes. I'm screaming in pain, but he still ignores me, telling Ryan, "Get over here." Ryan scurries over on his hands and knees with his long cock and big balls swinging between his legs. His face is red because the collar's way too tight. Marty tests it, then says, "Okay, the collar's just right, get over to put your head in the corner and stay there." He turns his head to me now, and says, "I told you, turd, don't come back tonight. You're scheduled for tomorrow at exactly two-thirty-five. Who the fuck do you think you are storming in my room without knocking and giving me that bullshit attitude?" I swallow noisily thinking. 'That's it, I'm telling Robby and Chubby about this'. Marty goes, "I asked you a question," and he squeezes my nipple harder. Tears form in my eyes as I gasp out, "I'm sorry, please that hurts. I just came in with Ryan for a minute." He lets go, saying, "Get undressed like my boy, do it now!" I go, "No, Marty, be reasonable," but he's gets the same fucking piece of nipple between his thumb and forefinger again squeezing, so I go, "OW! Alright, alright, I'm sorry." Oh man is this motherfucker ever going to get it from me and my roommates!!

He says, "You need to take everything off, get completely naked when you come into this room, every time you come into this room, and that means tomorrow too, or later tonight, or next week, or whenever the fuck you come in here! Got that, pussy?" I'm really shaky, pain does that to you. I say, "Yes, I got it, Marty," as I hurry getting undressed. He's rustling though a bureau drawer, saying, "I saw in you the same submissive and pussy makeup as Ryan over there. More of it in you than him and you see him on all fours with his head in the corner, and that's exactly where you're going to be a minute from now. Two submissive girlie boys on their hands and knees staring at the corner of the room." I've still got my underpants and socks on when he hands me an old dog collar, "Put it on tight and get on all fours." Okay, that's it! I feel my face get red and I'm so pissed off I screech, "Go fuck yourself!" and throw the dog collar at him. Holy shit, his face turns purple as he lunges at me. I throw a wild punch, but that's all because he's got me tied up in his arms. He lifts me up and throws me on the floor jumping on top of me and buckling the dog collar around my neck. Getting off me, he goes, "Finish getting undressed, socks too." I'm gagging, the collar's so tight I can barely breathe. Sitting on the floor, I pull off my underwear and he reaches down grabbing my cock and balls with one hand pulling them so I fall over on my side. He straddles me keeping my junk in his fist and feels around my groin with the fingers of his other hand. Then mumbles, "You shave your pubic hairs. I thought maybe you were one of those freaks with no body hair. Get those socks off." I sit up again and pull my socks off, not thinking straight now, and of course I feel a submissiveness descending on me, although I fight it. "Get on your hands and knees," which I do. He stands in front of me cupping my chin pulling my head up as far as my neck can stretch, and he stares into my eyes without saying anything. I've never been so intimidated before in my life.

My heart's beating kinda fast and thoughts of revenge takes a back seat to thoughts of saving some of my pride and of getting out of here alive. He finally asks, "You ready to do what you're told?" I grunt, "Yeah, I guess," and he exhales like he's exasperated. "Okay, listen to me. When I ask you something like that, you say, 'Yes, Marty', and keep it real humble-like." It's hard to talk when he's pulling my neck up like this, and with that fucking tight dog collar to boot, but I finally gasp, "Yes, Marty." He reaches behind me and with the meaty palm of his hand, gives me two really hard smacks on my bare ass, "SMACK! SMACK!"and I yelp at each one. He mumbles, "Pussy," then he says, "Walk on your hands and knees over to that corner near my desk." My head drops as I trudge to the corner not far from his desk. He says, "Get your head up and don't you dare move your head! Keep it the fuck up, stretching your neck like I was doing and stare only at the corner of the wall until I tell you differently." Then he goes back to studying. I try making sense of all this straining my head back and gagging from the ridiculously tight dog collar. It's all happened so fast, within two or three minutes. Four minutes ago I had all this bravado and now I'm hoping I don't whine submissively. My cock's half hard and slowly getting harder and there's nothing I can do to stop it.

It seems like forever I've been staring at this wall. My wristwatch is still on my wrist so I know it's been a silent thirty-five minutes before Marty

gets up and goes over to Ryan, whispering to him. My neck and head ache as I maintain this painful position without a thought in my head of disobeying Marty, and how did he get me this submissive this quickly? Oh, my cock feels so good though. I hear Ryan give a quiet, "Yes, Marty," but I don't dare look back at them. Marty goes back to his desk and I hear him sigh and opens another text book. The realization occurs to me that I'm in a very deep submissive trance. It slid over me awhile ago and now I notice my cock has boned up tight and I can't help but moan quietly, "Mmmm, umm." I actually hope to get some attention from the dominant figure in my life, Marty. He heard my submissive moan and looks over, asking, "Feeling it now, boy? Who's your daddy?" I gasp, trying to say, 'You, Marty' and then say it meekly, "You, Marty," and hear him snicker, but I don't move my head. It feels oddly sexual and I'm afraid I'm going to cum as I moan submissively again, unable to stop myself, "Mmmm, oooh, ummm." Marty gets up and, spanks my bare ass, and, "SMACK! SMACK!" echoes in the room. "Aaaah, ooh." My ass is on fire, stinging and hot. In my mind I see dominant Marty's hand print fading from my butt cheek as I stretch my neck further back trying to impress him.

As the stinging on my ass fades, I can hear Ryan moving around in the room, but I don't know what he's doing and with Marty four feet from me I don't dare look. My cock's real tight and I hate to admit how good it feels. I've shed all my animosity towards Marty, rationalizing sensibly that he's dominant over me and I'm no where near as cool and confident as I thought I'd be with him. I grossly underestimated him, but that's not his fault, it's mine and a sort of admiration for him forms in my mind. I hear his desk chair creak and then he's next to me with his hand on my head. His voice is smooth and confident as he asks, "Do you know your place now, boy?" I can't raise my voice above a meek squeak, "Yes, Marty." He gives my bare ass another powerful, "SMACK!" and I yelp again, my knees hopping off the floor with my hard cock tightening up even further. It's now sticking straight out, so hard it barely moves, as I go, "Ooooh, mmmm," because again it feels like I'm going to cum. How do I get like this and why? Those ass smacks really fucking stung. He reaches under me and yanks on my boner, muttering, "Good, you got the message now, don't ya?." "Yes, Marty." "Your pathetic submissiveness has you extremely aroused sexually, doesn't it? This is what you crave, boy, and you know damn well who your dominant master is now. You submissive fags get your rocks off being dominated and I'm happy to oblige because it sexually arouses me seeing you groveling in your submissiveness to me." He asks again, probably trying to establish this thought in my brain, "You got yourself a dominant master now, don'cha?" And a pathetic, "Yes, Marty," from me as I almost cum for the third time since beginning my second visit with Marty.

The worst part is I'm really into Marty's dominance now, so much so I tighten my stomach muscles positive I'm gonna cum, and wanting to so badly. Then

he attaches a leash to my collar, muttering, "You're a bigger more submissive pussy than Ryan. Okay, follow me on your hands and knees keeping your head way down now." Oh God, my neck aches from my head being back so far, so long, and now it's hard to hang my head. He says, "Just follow where your leash leads you." I trail behind Marty, my face red and my cock throbbing as I remember the palm of his hand on my throbbing boner and hope I feel his hand there again. I realize pretty quickly we're going around the room in circles and as he pulls on my leash and I follow. My only thoughts are how good my cock feels and I'm wondering what happened to Ryan. Marty pushes behind my head, "Keep your fucking head down, pussy! Get it down lower, smell the carpet," and I get another, "SMACK!" on my bare ass and I yelp again. My head's down so far my nose hits the floor every time he jerks on my leash. I can't get over this feeling I'm going to climax any second because I'm so fucking sexually aroused... it's awesome.

After I follow him a couple of times around the room, Marty pulls hard on the leash to stop me, leans down and pats, then rubs my head, asking, "When you're in this room who are you?" I shrug, whining out, "Your boy." He says, "And as my boy what do you do?" I sense him swinging his arm for another smack on my bare ass so I cringe, then, "SMACK!" rings out in my ears. My ass lowers as I cower and meekly say, "Whatever you tell me to do, Marty." He says, "Look up," and when I do I see Ryan sitting in a chair fully dressed watching my entire humiliation silently. He's hunched forward resting his elbows on his thighs wearing his backpack, ready to go when Marty lets him. Marty says, "You see my boy, Ryan, here. He's not inferior to you, you're inferior to him because you're more submissive then he is, by quite a bit. Your the bottom of the barrel. If I want someone's asshole licked you're the one I assign that job to. Do you understand that?" My face is on fire I'm so humiliated in front of Ryan, but I'm getting trained fast and remember to say, "Yes, Marty." He pulls on my leash saying. "Up on your knees and show Ryan your nice little boner." I sit up on my knees with my hard cock sticking straight out, as Marty says , "Arch your back shoving your crotch out more." I strain pushing my junk forward as far as I can. My boner's so hard now it doesn't even move. Marty flicks the head of my cock with his finger, "See, Ryan, it's a nice little boner sticking right out from his shaved groin. He's so sexually aroused from my dominance of him I could get him shooting cum around the room if I choose to do that." He pulls on my leash, "Up straighter, boy, and I stretch up as much as I can with my back ached like he told me. Marty rubs my head, "Good boy, now stoke your cock." A whiny

moan from me as I fist my cock a half dozen time whining, "Aaaah, aaah, oooh" and a drool of precum slides out. "Stop!" Marty yells, I grovel and moan, right on the edge of orgasm. Sweat rolls down my face as I close my eyes unable to look at the pity for me I see in Ryan's eyes. Marty laughs out loud, and it's not a phony laugh either. Not a peep out of Ryan. Marty says, "Well, Ryan, what do you think of your hero now, huh? He's got a very submissive nature, don't he? I'll bet you could dominate the shit out of him, couldn't ya? You really should too. You'd do him a favor actually." Abject humiliation doesn't begin to cover this situation I put myself in.

I'm in a trance so deep by now then when Marty pulls his cock out of his zipper, motioning for Ryan to get down on his knees next to me, and then he waves his big cock it in my face, I suck it right into my mouth and lick it like crazy with saliva soon dripping off my lips and chin. Marty talks nicely now, "That's nice, boy," and he rubs my head, "Very nice." I actually feel proud and then grateful he's being nice to me now. He pulls his cock from my mouth with a string of my saliva attached to it, and moves it to Ryan's mouth. Ryan gobbles it into his mouth and sucks it like I did, and when Marty moves his cock from Ryan's mouth back to mine, full of Ryan saliva, I almost cum right then and there. Another long drool of precum leaves my throbbing cock. Marty's cooing and complimenting both of us for being good cock suckers and calling us that. He finally climaxes in Ryan's mouth but pulls his cock over to me quickly and shoots a squirt of cum on my nose before his hard cock's in my mouth again where he shoots two good size loads of spunk. He grips my jaw, quietly saying, "Let me see you swallow that, boy." Easier said than done with the too tight dog collar, but I manage and he pulls his cock out, saying, "You both did good. Good boys!" We stay up on our knees, me naked and Ryan fully dressed wearing his backpack.

Marty says, "Ryan, you go back and sit in the chair. Dylan you get dressed." As I'm pulling my underpants on, Marty unbuckles my dog collar, then pats my shoulder. "I'm glad you came back tonight. Did you learn anything?" I'm

still in deep submission and I may be forever. I humbly say, "Yes, Marty. You taught me my place. I'm your submissive boy." He looks at Ryan, "See, he's more submissive than you ever were, Ryan." Then to me, "Yes, very good, boy. You see how aroused you get from me dominating you. I do you the favor of creating sexual arousal in you like you crave. You almost gobbled my whole cock in your mouth. You did good, but this is why I said you'll want more than just me dominating you one time tomorrow. Remember to be very humble when you ask if you can come with Ryan again. That's important. You'll learn how to do it to please me, and I'm not saying I don't want you again after tomorrow because I do, but there's a right way to do things. Okay?" and he rubs my head, as I whine, "Yes, Marty. Please can I..." and he laughs. "Not now numbnut's, start begging me Saturday morning at the earliest." Then he says, "On all fours," and I drop down for another, "SMACK!" and a yelp from me. He helps me up then and I glance at Ryan sitting in the chair with his backpack still on, but he can't even look at me. I still have a buzzing all around my groin and It feels real good." Marty hugs me, "You're doing fine, boy. Tonight allowed us to understand each other and because of that I have no doubt tomorrow will be a more pleasant experience for you, but then tonight was too, wasn't it?" I say, too enthusiastically, "Oh yes, Marty." I simply can't help myself because the submissiveness rules my brain. He says, "Being slightly hard on you is the fastest way to make you understands the facts of life, as far as you and I are concerned. Even better yet, your little boyfriend here could witness me breaking you completely. Neither of you have any illusions of who or what you are." I'm listening intently to every word and everything he says is true. He goes, "You learn very fast though and I appreciate that. You did really good. How do you feel?" I lean into his arm that's around me, saying, "Good, Marty. Actually I feel like I'm going to cum." He chuckles, "Yeah, I know you do, but don't do it here. Maybe Ryan will take pity on you and take care of your need when you leave." And I get another pat on my shoulder.

As I finish getting dressed he talks with Ryan in a very nice way outlining how tomorrow Marty's going to be reinforcing what I learned tonight and he wants Ryan help with that. I hear him say, "Maybe by Saturday morning sometime it can be all about enjoying yourselves with me and Rex giving you what you want, and we'll give you both a hard fucking. I'm the dominant sex partner for both of you though and don't ever forget that. Get it in your heads you're both going to be my submissive boys, and I'm your master. I want you to repeat that to each other a hundred times when you leave." Ryan meekly says, "Yes, Marty, I understand." Somewhere in my brain I recognize this is more and more like the New York City trip I took, and to a point that's not a totally bad thing. Marty says, "You're the best boy I've ever had, Ryan, and I have no doubt you'll continue to be no matter what your hero here thought." Ryan quietly says, "Thank you, Marty, you and me can sleep together again too sometimes, can't we?" And Marty didn't notice it, but I did: Ryan said that sarcastically. Is he nuts? Marty's like, "Certainly you can sleep with me, but not every night. We need some separation now, it's good for our relationship. I'll tell you when you can share my bed again." I'm dressed feeling better now that I've sorted out a couple of things in my head. Some of my submissiveness has now drifted away and I can rationalize that only Marty's witnessed my cowardly submission and melt down, knuckling under completely to his strength and confident manner. Ryan too, but I've been almost as submissive to Ryan at times in the past so it shouldn't be that shocking to him, although the way he looked at me is a concern. To me this has been the most shocking experience of my life of course. I caved in faster than Ryan, according to Marty.

He says, "Okay, you boys stand next to each other now," and we do that, our sides touching, standing up straight. He confidently says, 'You're both going to be in the right docile frame of mind tomorrow I've no doubt, right? Do the hundred repeats that you my boys and I'm your master. If you don't do it I'll know." We both say, "Yes, Marty," and I'm again thinking that this isn't so bad, and tomorrow might be really sexy. Marty's an awesome dom. I mean, fuck, I almost had an orgasm when everything was going badly for me so what will happen when he's fucking me? I'll probably cum so hard my dick falls off. Like Marty said, we got some of the bad stuff over with the last forty-five minutes or so and tomorrow after he reinforces certain concepts to me maybe we can concentrate on some really hot sub/dom sex. And I can admit to myself I'm totally submissive to Marty, so no more fooling myself about that. Plus I also saw that he has a good side too... and his cock's bigger than even Ryan's, so right there... that's fucking intriguing. Marty pats both our cheeks like we're the little boys, which we feel like we are in our minds. I mean we're with big bad Marty, the toughest kid in the neighborhood. He's satisfied we know our place now, so he says, "Okay then, this was time well spent. Both of you give me an adoring kiss goodnight and then get on outta here so I can finish studying." He kisses Ryan first just like he did earlier with a lot of tongue, and he might have the biggest tongue I've ever see. Ryan squirms in Marty's arms, moaning before the kiss is over and then clings to Marty. When Ryan backs away he's shooting me a 'look' that seems to say, 'that was disgusting', which makes no sense. Marty says, "Good boy, Ryan," and he looks at me. I move right over to him, almost stumbling into him. My face moving to his immediately for my turn, and then his wet lips are on mine with a mix of his and Ryan's saliva as he kisses me. His humongous tongue takes over my mouth and at first it's gross, but soon my arms go around him and I'm kissing back with my boner coming back up. I almost had an orgasm any number of times tonight and I'm afraid this is going to be it, but he breaks the kiss at the last second with my cock throbbing just before climax. "Nice kiss, boy. Damn, you smell good too." He rubs my head, asking, "We good? We'll have a good slave/master relationship like I can see you desperately want whether you realize you want it or not. I've never been master to twin slave boys before. Lots of new possibilities with that. We'll get Rex involved too... heh heh, yeah." Ryan and I are twins again. I say, "Yes, Marty." Then he gets his arm around both our necks for a hug, mumbling, "This is going to work out way better than I expected." We break apart with Ryan and me waiting to be dismissed, which Marty does with a smile, "You boys can take off now and thanks for sucking me off. I really enjoyed that." For a second I think Ryan's going to say something to Marty, but he must have changed his mind. He isn't showing the docile posture I am though. Then Ryan says, "Thank you for everything, Marty," but he sounds funny like he's being sarcastic again. Marty frowns as he looks at him and I interrupt by stupidly saying, "Yeah, thank you, Marty," and blush a dark red again. He grins at me as we back stumbling clumsily out the door.

Walking down the steps, I'm rubbing my face with both hands trying to get back to reality. Then Ryan and I are acting awkward with each other. At the car Ryan shakes his head muttering, "Balls to that," and holds out his hand to me. I look at him, then without an argument I submissively pass him the keys. He throws his backpack in the back, saying, "Get in the passenger seat." I'm still feeling eerily submissive, but at least Ryan doesn't say, 'I told you so'. My embarrassing behavior towards Marty begins running through my brain and I don't know what to say to Ryan... I can't even look at him. He starts the car, then goes, "Oh fuck!" and turns to me, "Look, I was afraid something like that would happen. Marty wasn't his normal self the first time we were in there. I'm sorry you had to experience that, but I'm guessing you thought it was a super dominant experience, right?" I nod my head still feeling too submissive to say anything. I know later I'm going to feel even more humiliated, but now I'm still sexually aroused. Ryan says, "Um, don't worry, Dylan, ah, no one will know how you acted in there except Marty and probably Rex. I'm not telling anyone." He pats my shoulder and I finally look at him, saying, "I owe you an apology, Ryan. You were right about everything. I was too cocky, too full of myself to realize you're the expert on this kind of shit. Marty's easily the most dominant person I've ever met, and he's wicked strong too. You've been totally right about him." Further embarrassing myself some tears roll down my cheek. Ryan rolls his eyes,

then hugs my shoulders, "It's alright, Dylan. You'll be alright. You did the best you could I guess. Oh fuck it, I'll try looking out for you tomorrow. Just do what I do whenever you can, alright? It'll be, um, whatever." I mutter, "I caved in like a cheap suit and humiliated myself to him far more than just humbling myself like you told me to do." He emphatically says, "I told you not to come with me. That's what I said!" I look away, mumbling, "I know, but It's not like I decided to do all that other stuff. He decided for me and I couldn't do anything about it except do what he said and after awhile I wanted to do what he said too. Just like you described." Ryan's rubbing my shoulder, "Yeah I know, Dylan, but you're not used to that level of dominance. You know, you sorta, um, didn't hold up too good, but it's okay I guess. Um, like I've told you in the past, I knew you'd like that kind of extreme shit if you were ever exposed to it and now you've been exposed to it. After tomorrow we are not going to Marty's together again. I'll look out for you and keep you from seeing him again for your own well being." I lean over and Ryan hugs me again, murmuring, "Don't feel bad, Dylan. You'll get back to being just like you always were, you haven't changed that much. Maybe lost some confidence, but we shared a short sub/dom sexual experience with neither of us blowing our load so there's that." I try to grin because Ryan's trying to find some positive nugget that will allow me to save some self respect, but it hopeless and I take a deep breath instead of grinning.

He sees me glum, and quietly says, "I'm worried about you now. Are you going to be okay?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I'm acting like such a baby, but that was such an eye opening experience." He goes, "You learned something about yourself tonight, didn't you?" I shrug, "I guess, but I haven't sorted it out yet. Oh fuck though, yeah I learned some things. For one I need to respect you more. You handled yourself so much better than me." He goes, "You did okay and it's all between you and me anyway. No one else will know." He drives us off campus as I try to sort it all out, without much luck. I was pathetic and helplessly under Marty's control both physically and mentally, and he proved he's much stronger than me in both areas. Marty's will is a lot stronger than mine as well. Ryan asks, "I know this is bizarre, but I expect that submissive experience made you horny. It did me, in a sick way." I'm like, "Embarrassingly you're right, it did, Ryan, Yes, I'm very horny. I'm so horny and aroused I almost climaxed when he kissed me at the end, and about ten other times earlier too." Ryan says, "Okay, I gonna fuck you and relieve both our sexual tensions." I gulp, groping myself, muttering, "Yeah, do it, Ryan. You should be my dominant master or whatever the fuck, you know, just like Marty said. He sees everything." Ryan's parking way back, where we parked before. He turns the engine off, saying, "Yeah, that's very obvious to me too. Pull your fuckin' seat back as far as it'll go." I gulp because there was a nice tough of bossiness when he said that. He's doing the same with his seat, then he says, "Get on your knees, facing the door." I do that and he pulls my pants down just enough to expose my asshole.

His cock comes out his fly and he rubs it on my ass, then says, "Get around here and suck my cock." He almost said, 'boy' at the end. My boner comes right back up as I rustle around and take his cock in my mouth sucking and licking it as he rubs my head, mumbling, "Yeah, this is the haircut I'm going to be giving you from now on, or maybe even shorter. Remember last spring I said I was going to keep your hair short so you remembered your place?" Actually I don't, but I know somebody told me that, and it's hot. As he rubs the haircut he gave me, he mutters, "Yeah, you need a compassionate dominant figure in your life or you're gonna wind-up worse than me. Ya know, Dylan, I learned something about myself tonight too." I don't know what he's talking about as I suck his big cock until he swats my head, saying, "Okay, it's hard, get back around there and get your ass up." I do that and he mounts me immediately pushing all eight inches of hard cock up my ass and we both moan, "Aaaaah, ooh, yeaaaaah." Ryan blows out a lot of air, then says, "It almost feels like you have lube in your ass," which of course I do from Tracy's condom. Then he grabs my hips and pounds his cock in me very roughly, jostling my body so much I almost slip off the seat. Immediately I feel an orgasm coming on and it's coming on like a runaway train. He's grunting and slamming into me, the top of my head hitting the door with every thrust he makes with that big hard cock of his slamming up my ass. Than a vision of Marty's cock doing the same thing tomorrow night gets me gasping and moaning, "Aaah, oooh, yeaaa, fucccck me, ooh Ryaaaan..." He starts smacking my ass as he fucks it, and I go, "Oooooh," as cum streams from my cock into the front of my underwear. Ryan didn't pull my pants down far enough. Another string of cum shoots out and my body's shaking as Ryan thumps into me making desperate breathing noises. Then I feel his spunk splashing off the walls of my rectum, then more as he slows down, stops, and lays against me... dominantly? No, he reaches over to squeeze my shoulder and then kiss the back of my head, murmuring, "I love you". Sweet, but it was only a two minute fuck so we both got aroused from being dominated by Marty.

We're both breathing deeply and than Ryan pulls his cock out and pulls my pants up. We both sit back in our seats as he says, "I don't know what got into me, Dylan." I take another deep breath, "It's fine, Ryan, I liked it a lot. You saw how submissive I was to Marty and maybe that was in your head." He says, "Yeah I watched the whole thing and, um, I've decided I have to do the dominant sex with you again, Dylan." I ask, "Is it because you saw how I was with Marty?" He nods his head, "Yeah, and I wanted it to be me dominating you, not him. He's dangerous and I'm not and you're too susceptible to that kind of dominance. When we're not with Marty, you're gonna be my boy, okay, Dylan? You need safe dominance so you don't go looking for Marty's kind of dominance." and he looks at me, his eyes wide behind his glasses, "I'll teach you how to be submissive in ways that please Marty, but we'll be with him only very rarely somehow." I shrug, "Oh fuck, Ryan, I don't know how that makes me feel. Have you lost all respect for me?" He shakes his heard, 'no', then says, "I love you," but that doesn't answer the respect issue.

We sit in the car for a minute or so without talking, then he chuckles, "You and me couldn't even wait to get upstairs to fuck. Do you think Marty got

us this horny?" I mutter, "Yeah, of course I do." He gets out and when I get out I grab Ryan's backpack, saying, "I'll carry it for you, Ryan. Like Marty insinuated, I'll be your boy tomorrow if he's off someplace." Ryan seriously says, "I'm going to do whatever I need to in order to take care of you and keep you safe, Dylan. And yeah, he actually told me I'd be your dom, like he knows what I'll do. He doesn't know what I'm capable of doing." I say, "I got out of control tonight submitting to Marty so completely. Whatever you say, Ryan. I now believe what you told me months ago, that I don't have the resistance necessary for predators like Marty." He says, "Isn't it the strangest thing how quickly Marty recognized that you're even more submissive than me? I saw it in you too and Marty's right, me being dominate to your submissive is a favor for you. He didn't mean it as a protection from him, but that's the reason I'll do it. You've obviously been missing it and Marty brought it all out in you." I say, "Yeah, I just said that. Okay, you were right, don't rub it in." He hugs me jostling his back pack I'm carrying. Trying to save some pride I ask, "If I'm so pathetically submission, how come I've never been anybody's 'boy' for more than two days?" He shrugs, "You hadn't met the right dom/master yet. Or maybe you just met him, and his name is Marty." I mutter, "Oh no," and he asks, "How about what I suggested? You'll be my boy when we're not with Marty, and then after tomorrow when we are with him." I go, "You mean like I was last spring when we weren't with Rob?" He says, "Yeah, tonight I saw how much you get off on that stuff. So I'll do the dominant stuff for you and hopefully then you won't be vulnerable to dominant asshole's like Marty." I mutter, "I'm gonna go with whatever you say, Ryan, and I mean that." He nods, "From now on you will please do what I tell you. I told you not to go back to the dorm room tonight, but you went anyway and you see what that got you." I take a deep breath feeling something's change in me, as I say, "Yes, Ryan, you're right." I look at him feeling funny, but good. Even earlier today it's like something new entered Ryan's and my relationship. I hug his backpack as we walk, asking him, "Do you think Marty's right and Saturday morning I'll ask him humbly to be able to go with you to be dominated by him again?" He says, "Yeah, I do, but I'll prevent it."

to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com

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