FIFTEEN
And then he kissed me. REALLY kissed me. GAY kissed me. Not just to get me to suck the spit from his mouth. No. In fact, he didn't even make me take any spit at all this time. He just kissed me. LOVE kissed me. Tongue and all, so for the first time I get to have the pleasure of having his tongue in my mouth.
We both crossed a line that day. I got spanked. I became his slave. He let me know how much he loved me, without reservation. Of course, I was totally aware that he loved me as his slave. No excuses. No apologies. No more acting. He kissed me. For the very first time, he made love to my mouth with his tongue. Everything had changed and it was damn worth getting spanked for this to happen.
I must confess, however, that after a very difficult evening when he "slowed me off" to others in a party given by a local Dom who was hoping to attract young submissives. I wondered if he would still love me even if I wanted to quite being his slave. I wondered it I would still love him if he was only going to be my boyfriend. It was far too early in our lives for me to start facing those questions. So let's move on now.
He took me to bed and had me lie on my side because I was still quite sore from being spanked. He faced me the same way and started kissing me again while caressing my neck and my back. He wiped my eyes with his thumb and then kisses them.
"Your cheeks are salty from your tears," he whispered to me, and then he licked them clean and then put his salty tongue in my mouth so I could taste my tears as well. Some people might think that was rather gross. Not me. That was one of the most extraordinary things he had ever done to me. Not only was hie dominating me, he was also showing me that we were sharing our lives together. Fortunately, I didn't start crying again.
"I like it that I have so much power over you that I can spank you and make you cry. I like it that you've given me that power. I like it that you don't try to run away from me when I've made you cry, that you can stay there with me so I can do anything else I want to do to you. I like it that you realize I can really hurt you some time and still you keep yourself open and totally available to me because you really really do wish I could absolutely own you."
"You do own me, Sir," I say.
He reaches for a nipple and starts in on it until I start breathing in through my teeth trying to take the plan. "Do I own you now? He asks, as he begins to torture the other one.
"Yes, Master, you own me even when you hurt me. You always own me, no matter what. I want this every bit as much as you do, Danny, Master."
When he wasn't kissing me, he was talking to me about the time to come. "I'm bringing you to school this year. We will live together and study together. I will decide what courses you will take along with everything else about your life. I will love you and care for you and be the Master you need so much. You will love me and serve me and show me how grateful you are that I've chosen to own you as my slave. I've been thinking about this ever since I found out that Kelmore accepted you. This will be a dream come true for both of us, Gavin. And it will only be the beginning."
It was very difficult not to start crying again, let me tell you.
six months later . . .
It was the end of the fall semester at Kelmore College, the small well-endowed private college in northern in Vermont we attended. I'm not planning to do anything geographical, so just let's imagine it is in the mountains somewhere.
It was a supposedly Catholic school although the religious order that had founded it had long since dwindled away, but they still had Masses on the weekend. No one was required to go, although most of the time Danny insisted we do so. There was a "chapel meeting" every Tuesday at 9 am, and every student had to attend. In fact, attendance was taken. The main part of this meeting was some important teaching about aspects of our lives as Kelmore students. Some of the speakers were very interesting and had a great effect on me. I'll tell you more about that later. The last requirement was that we all had to take a theology course about the Bible. Funny thing, though, is that few of the professors who taught it were even Christian.
My professor used an approach that was far more literary than theological. That suited me just fine. He also explained why the college preferred to have non-believers teaching the Bible. It made sense. Their skepticism taught us a lot about how to think critically, and we were reasonable certain they weren't injecting things into the study because of what they believed. Made sense, especially since I had no ideas what I believed even after spending almost ten years in Catholic School. Changing the subject . . .
guess what? I had been awarded a free ride. Mr. O'Donovan was on the Board of Trustees but he insistently pointed out that my scholarship was based on merit, not on the connections I had. Isn't it nice the way fiction works sometimes?
Like I said, Kelmore was well-endowed. Housing was the best in the nation. Danny and I had a small apartment right there on campus, one of many that housed about a third of the 800 student body. We had ample privacy and Danny never had to be careful about noise when he was disciplining me, nor I about crying out. It was wonderful but challenging semester in many ways. Danny was amazing. He was as good at love and affection as he was at control and discipline, and I would give him an A plus in every aspect of our lives together. More than ever, he controlled just about every aspect of my life and I thrived as a result of it.
His kisses were the most wonderful thing I've ever experienced and were far more important to me than the occasional orgasms I was allowed. One night that will always live on in my memory was the night he took my dick in his hand while he was kissing me and brought me to the most explosive orgasm I have ever had in my life. That all happened after he had just whipped my ass with his new strap for the first time. Pain and ecstasy were all wrapped up in each other in a way that only Danny would ever be able to bring me to. My Master. My Love. My Heart.
I was done with my finals, straight A's of course. Danny had one more, two days after I finished. He wanted me to make sure the apartment was in perfect condition for when we returned from Christmas Break with the family. I I kept myself busy as his naked houseboy, and even helped Danny study when he needed me. What Danny needs, Danny gets from me if I'm at all able to do it. All of me and even more.
Last time I mentioned there was a time I began wondering about what would happen if I was just an ordinary guy and not Danny's slave. This was that time. This was the night of the party I told you about, the night before we were to drive home.
Danny never even told me about it. Nothing unusual about that. I trusted him with everything so there was no need for him to check with me before making any arrangements. He usually only told me what was going to happen shortly before it happened. I was a terrible worrier. He never gave me advance notice about things because I would end up worrying about them until they actually took place.
He couldn't break me of the habit—even spanking didn't help—so he came up with a workaround. I only got to know what was going to happen shortly before it actually happened. This time was no exception. He told me at supper, which he asked be something very light. Hmmm...I knew something was up. Fine with me. Much less stress this way. For both of us. This is the way I got the news:
"We're going somewhere special tonight and I expect you to be a very good boy for me," was how he began. "An older Dom I've happened to meet this semester has invited me to a little party he's throwing tonight. He told me he does this twice a year. There will be some young submissives there, a couple somewhat experienced, a couple rank beginners who want to give it a try. That's why he's invited me, since I own a reasonably well trained young slave. Needless to say, I intend to show you off in any way that would be helpful."
He watched my face carefully and he could see a whole cascade of emotions—he'd learned to read me so well. "I intend to help you prepare yourself to really lose yourself tonight for me. So come inside. I'm going to spank you. It will help you get into the proper frame of mind.". Holy fucking shit! This is the absolute most butch Dom tough Master he has ever been with me. This is how he's going to blow off the strain of the semester. By whipping my ass with that short strap some Dom convinced him to buy. It covered a much wider area then his hand. It also had far more symbolic significance. Like I said, I likes using any form of the verb "to whip." even when he's only hand-spanking me.
"This is only the first part of this whipping," he said before he began. "If you disappoint me in any way tonight, there will be more to follow when we get home." Oh my fucking God. Would he really do that? I promise myself that I was not going to find out. I am going to make him so proud of me he'll give me a whole pile of special privileges over the holidays. I wanted to fall to the floor to lick his feet, but I didn't dare get off his lap right now. He had the strap in hand and was ready to begin doing what he had the right to do to me as my Master.
And so it began. First the caresses, then a couple slaps, then a few soft lashes. Then the intensity increased until I was writhing all over his lap and starting to cry out. "Are you going to be a good slaveboy for me tonight, or do I have to whip some more?"
"No, please, Master, Please. I'll be a good boy, I promise, Master. I'll make you proud, Master." He actually stopped. I got off easy. No tears, no sobbing. All the more reason for me to be the best boy I can possibly be for him tonight, to show him how grateful I am for how nice he's been. "Jost don't forget, Gavin: You slip up and you'll get more of this when we get home." And with that he gently rolled me off his knees and onto the floor. As required, I scampered as quickly as I could to kiss his feet to thank him for disciplining me.
"Tonight will be a good night for you to have a new way to serve me. Suck my toes, faggot. Each one of them. Then clean between them like a good slave." To tell you the truth, I was surprised that he hadn't started me doing this a long time ago. It's featured in a lot of the video clips we watch sometimes. Lately, though, Danny's been unhappy with the fact that all those staged scenes are so violent and the subs are almost always treated with contempt. He told me one night that he's thinking of having us filmed so he could show that a Master could love his slave without sacrificing his authority. In fact, as far as I'm concerned, it increases his authority when he's secure enough in himself that he can be affectionate and kind with me as well. .
So I serviced his feet just like all the subs in the videos, and maybe even better because there was love in my mouth and my tongue. After he sent me to brush my teeth, he took me in his arms so I could remember how much he loved and cherished me before he took me to that party to demonstrate the proper way a Master could subjugate a slave and get its total devotion and obedience, no matter what.
Let me say first that it was a night I would never forget, a night I will always remember fondly, but it was a rough night. Very rough. AS it turned out, I was the only slave there besides the Dom's boy who could handle rough treatment and a couple of subs who claim they have a lot of experience, and then proved it later. The Dom, whose name was Master Tristan, was into ballbusting. Sure, Danny slaps them a bit sometimes and even tied them up a couple times, but this Tristan guy was into kick-boxing. After I had crumbled to the ground the third time in tears, Danny took me away and treated me to some aftercare for a while.
The two other subs got fucked a couple times but Danny didn't offer my ass to anyone. So far, Danny's the only one who's ever fucked me and he spent weeks opening me up before he ever penetrated me with his actual cock. The night he finally took my virginity, all I experienced was gentle loving pleasure. That's been his usual style ever since. The only rough fucks he ever gave me were when he got all charged up after spanking or whipping my ass, like the night he first used his new strap on me because it got him all charged up and the night I told you about a couple chapters ago.
Danny didn't fuck me at the party, but he did do a "demonstration" for the subs on how he trained my ass to "be his pussy." I almost laughed my fucking head off when he said that because he has never ever spoken like that to me in private. I think he was just trying it out for size, or trying to look tougher than he really is, but he only said it once. Pussy and cunt were not words that it turned him on to use. Between you and me, I'm really happy about that. Sure, I know it's pretty common to demean a sub by using those words, but it wouldn't demean me at all; it would anger the shit out of me. And Danny knew it because we talked about in one time not too long ago.
Nope. I have an asshole and it belongs to Danny and Danny likes to fuck my asshole like the slaveboy I am. He rarely even calls me "bitch," unless he's pissed off at me about something or he wants to act tough in front of other guys. One of our friends in high school once referred to me as Danny's bitch, but that was the last time he ever said that.
And when it came up at one of the BDSM events, he was adamant about things: "Gavin is not my bitch. Gavin is my slave, my boi, my sub, and my property. Gavin is not my bitch, so please never call him that again. Gavin is male. That's the only reason I own him. I would never want anything female and I don't like applying those words to males. My slave is all male. Not a man, mind you, only a boy, but still a real boy. You can see that he has a dick"
I was a little surprised when he said that because he had never referred to me as his property before. Was this going to be a new kink for us? If so, that's just fine, if it makes Danny happy. Making Danny happy is what makes me happy. Always. The look in his happy eyes is a truly beautiful sight. I try to make sure I get to see it a whole lot. It makes him look sexier than ever. Ask to see his picture if you haven't already.
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