Chapter 42. Dinner with our best men
As soon as they get home, Dylan strips down the way Tommy likes him to. Tommy sits in an arm chair and watches his sweet sub with a sparkle in his eye. "What?" Dylan asks, seeing Tommy looking him up and down. "I'm trying to decide how I want you to get me off. It's been a long day and I need some relief."
"So do I, Sir," answers Dylan. But for me, relief means having you cum and hearing you moan through it."
"that's because you're a complete sub and you realize that your sexual satisfaction comes from your Master's orgasms, not your own."
"Sometimes, Sir. A lot of the satisfaction comes just from having your cock in my hands and in my mouth, licking, sucking, just loving every inch of it. I'm a slut for your awesome cock. Please give it to me down my throat or up my ass, Master."
Tommy is getting into the way Dylan is acting right now. He stands up and kicks off his shoes and drops his pants and underwear. "Let's have it both ways. Come here, pup. Swallow my dick."
"Can I lick it all over first, Tommy? Please?"
"Come. Lick me to death if you want." Dylan kneels between his legs and licks his balls and then all over his Master's cock, so beautiful, so sweet. Finally he puts his mouth over the crown and tongues it until Tommy is moaning good and hard. "that's right, baby. You know how to make me feel so very good. Swallow it, boy. Let me hear you choke just once." Dylan obeys willingly, all the way down.
"Okay baby, one more time." Dylan does it.
"Let's go into the bedroom so I can fuck you, Dylan. And get the lube, and the cane."
Dylan gets both and puts them on the bed.
"Over my knees, boy." Dylan smiles sweetly at this man he loves so very much and gets over his knees, feeling his cage rubbing up against his Master's hard dick. "You feeling brave, boy?" "Yes, Master. Brave and in love with you and you can do anything you want to me."
"I want you to wear a few welts for when we go out to dinner. I want to see the pain in your eyes along with the love when you look at me later."
"I'm yours, Tommy. Go for it, baby."
Tommy runs his hands over dylan's ass a few times, then picks up the cane and lashes him good and hard with it. Dylan yelps. Tommy immediately caresses his boy's ass, exactly where he struck it, soothing as the mark of the cane begins to emerge. Dylan is gasping from the effect.
"Want more, boy? How many do you want me to give you?" Tommy is really beginning to get into a role he never thought he'd enjoy—caning his beloved sub.
Silence for a bit. Then Tommy sees dylan tightening his ass and the boy says, "Two more, please, Master?"
"Make your ass relax. Release those muscles. Leave your ass completely open and vulnerable for me." And THWACK! followed quickly by caresses, just like the first time. Then he waits until Dylan relaxes his butt again, offering it to his Master. THWACK! a third time, and after this one, Tommy leans his face over dylan's butt and blows on the spot as the welt emerges, and then teases it with his fingertips. When dylan is finally able to breathe, he calls out, "Tommy owns me! I am his! He just branded me!"
Tommy rolls him down onto the floor. "And it's the only way you'll ever get branded, dylan."
He had planned to fuck the boy but under the circumstances he didn't think that would be a good idea. Dylan is very tender right now. So he lays out straight on the bed then bends his knees and says, "Get in here, baby. Finish me off nice and sweet." And dylan plunges right in.
Tommy realizes that it is even more pleasurable to be serviced by dylan after he's given him a good spanking. He files the thought away for later. Meanwhile, Dylan makes love to Tommy, and there is no doubt who is the master of this life-long romance. Tommy thinks of Dylan at so many stages in his life, or how much he always wanted to touch him even when he thought it was forbidden. No more. Dylan is his and he is writing his name on the boy. After he cums he takes dylan to the shower and gently washes his sore bottom. "You look so beautiful to me, Dylan, wearing my marks the way you are." Dylan takes the body wash and pours it over Tommy's chest and uses his hands to wash him all the way down, and tenderly takes his spent cock into his hands. Tommy jumps, sensitive. Dylan doesn't let go but tortures him a little bit with his soapy hands while looking deeply into Tommy's eyes and smiling shyly. Tommy kisses him. Dylan kneels down to finish washing Tommy's legs and feet. Then Tommy tells him to kneel up, and he lets go with a strong flow of piss, marking the front of Dylan's body.
"I'm marking my territory," says Tommy in a seductive voice. "No one knows how much I like pissing on you, baby, marking you as mine. Shortly before he finishes, he orders Dylan to take him into his mouth and finish off the flow. Dylan sucks him and cleans off his slit with his tongue.
Tommy takes more body wash and washes Dylan again to get the piss off him.
Finally, Dylan stands up and folds his head into Tommy's nick. "Kiss me, baby, and let me taste my own piss." Dylan is a little surprised, but does what Tommy commands while Tommy runs his tongue inside dylan's mouth. "Not too bad," he says. "Now we both need to brush."
They get out of the shower. Dylan takes towels to dry off his Master, head to foot. Staying wet himself, he goes to brush his teeth and Tommy does the same, leaving Dylan wet for a bit. But then Dylan starts to shiver, and Tommy immediately dries him off, wraps him in a towel and leads him back to the bed and snuggles him.
"I love you, Tommy, with all my heart and soul and with my welts too." Tommy giggles. "We have to get dressed for dinner, baby."
"Where are we going?"
"Antonio's Feast But we couldn't get a private room."
Dylan claps his hands. They both get dressed up nicely and go into the living room to wait for the others to show up. Dylan asks Tommy if he can wear his slave collar. Tommy goes inside to get it and when he comes back with it, Dylan falls to his knees and Tommy wraps it around his neck and fastens it., then caresses his cheek and helps Dylan up. "That makes you look so hot, boy." "it makes me FEEL hot, Sir," Dylan replies. Tommy squeezes the boy's ass and Dylan moans. "Sore, baby, sore." Tommy smiles at him, "As you should be, slave." "as you wish, Sir. I gladly wear welts for you, Master."
Just then the doorbell rings. Dylan goes to open and greets all four of them: Phil and Donna, Doug and Anna. Hugs abound, and when Phil hugs Dylan he whispers in his ear, "nice collar, Dylan. Is something new going on in this household?" "No, dude, just the same old same old. But now I'm dressed the part more. "There's a story to tell about that collar, Phil. I'll explain later when we're in the restaurant instead of having to repeat it to one person at a time."
"It makes him look adorable," says Anna. "And kinky," adds Donna. Dylan says nothing but blushes and tries to hide behind Tommy like a little boy. Tommy reaches back and squeezes his ass and Dylan struggles to remain silent.
"how are we going to do this?" asks Phil. We'll have to take two cars." "that's fine," says Tommy. "I'll ride with Doug and Anna and Dylan can ride with you guys." Anna and Donna wink at each other. "I told you," says Donna. "Told her what?" asks Dylan. "I'll tell you in the car, BOY!"
They get into the cars and the guys give them directions to the restaurant.
On the way, Donna turns around to Dylan. So I told Anna to watch how Tommy takes charge of you. She didn't realize that before. Apparently, Doug hasn't told her much about your unique relationship."
"unique, my ass," says Phil. It's just weird, that's all. So explain, Dylan. what's with the slave collar?"
"Well my friends sammy and Markus both have Masters now, and their Masters arranged for them to be wearing the same collars, so I wanted one, too. Only difference is that mine has a clasp in the back and can easily be taken off, while theirs are permanent. That way we don't have to explain things to family members or other friends."
Donna is confused. "So, are you Tommy's slave now?" "it's complicated, explains Dylan. Tommy could never ever actually treat me like a slave like the other guys are. We just kind of play at it."
"Except for the fact that Tommy is the one who decides everything about you, right?" asks Phil. "Right. But it's always been like that, even when we were kids. Now that we're sexual it means a lot more, I guess, but it's always been like Tommy is dom and I'm sub, and that's the way we both like it."
Donna is still confused. "So what's this about Master and slave?" "well, our other friends keep insisting that we're actually Master and slave, so sometimes we go along with them, more or less. But mostly, it's less. Real Master/slave relationships have a lot of physical stuff going on, a lot more than Tommy and I do, so there's a big difference. I guess."
Phil, "so then why is your ass sore?"
"Because Tommy spanked me this morning. But I asked him to."
"Why would you do that?" asks Donna, "Because I like it. Spankings from Tommy settle me down and I get real peaceful afterwards. And don't ask why. That's just the way it is."
"Did he used to spank you when you were younger?"
"Oh, no, but he did used to tie me up a lot when we were playing games. And I loved it,. I was always disappointed when he decided to let me go."
"Why would he tie you up?"
"We would play cowboys and Indians, or cops and robbers. And he would capture me."
"And what would he do once he tied you up?"
"nothing, really. we'd just make up conversations and stuff. His mom made things out of old clothes and sheets and stuff for him to tie me up with so it wouldn't damage my skin or anything."
"So this Master/slave stuff? When did all that begin?"
"It's a real long story." Phil cuts in, "We could see it developing this past semester, once they finally realized what we all knew a year earlier: that they are in love with each other but too afraid to admit it."
"Donna, I've always been in love with Tommy. I worship the ground he walks on, still. I'd do anything in the world for him, and he could do anything in the world he wanted to me. And I know he would never do anything to hurt me."
"except spank you." "But that's not hurting me. It's something else."
Phil tries to explain. "It's like fifty shades of grey in a way."
Donna, "Oh, those stories were hot but also very weird. I hated the way he treated her."
Phil, "But those stories were completely unrealistic. Right, Dylan?"
"I never saw them. But I never heard anything good about them."
Phil, "Besides, Tommy treats Dylan like he is the most precious thing in the world. Always did. Always will. It's how I want to learn how to treat you, sweet one."
"But don't you dare ever try to spank me! That would be the end!"
"Noted, babe. If I feel like spanking anyone, I'll have Tommy lend Dylan to me."
"HEY!!! No lending of Dylan!" They all crack up as they arrive at the restaurant.
Their friends are blown away by the beauty of this place from the outside, and once they get inside their jaws are hanging open. "What a magnificent setting!" says Anna. "It's like from another country or even another dimension!"
Anthony greets them personally and sees to it that they are escorted to their table, which has already been set with menus and water and things to nosh on. And Spike turns out to be their waiter. Tommy and Dylan are happy to see him. Tommy says to Spike, "Spike, I have to tell you that we've switched the venu for the wedding. It's going to be in the McQuade Country Club guest cottage.' Plenty of parking and a lot of gorgeous amenities." "That sounds great, Tommy! Brian is looking forward to meeting the two of you." Tommy introduces him to the others at the table and explains that Phil and Doug will be their best men and they'll all be at the wedding. Tommy catches Spike admiring dylan's collar and winks at him. Your relationship is progressing, I see." Tommy chuckles. The collar's temporary. It won't be worn at the wedding." "But on the wedding night it sure will be," says Dylan. And guess what our parents arranged for us?
"What"
"We're being picked up from the reception by a helicopter and spirited off to NYC that very night. Our first night as a married couple will be in the bridal suite of the Regency Plaza Hotel!"
"and special things will be happening!" adds Tommy. "My angel is in for a number of special surprises." "And so is my hero!"
Anna says, "You guys are so freakin' adorable I want to hug you both to death!
"I told you so, my lady," says Doug. "Kinky and adorable and we couldn't find better friends anywhere."
Phil speaks to the girls. "Interesting things have happened with our swim team just as the season was ending. First, Tommy and Dylan finally find out how much they mean to each other, and then even start to get kinky in sweet sorts of ways. Then next, it's Peter and Sammy hook up and Peter turns his name to tyler and they're more fully Master/slave now; then finally, after a big fiasco, Elliot gets "adopted by Tony." "But now he's called Markus," explains Dylan. "Masters usually give new names to their slaves to separate them from their pasts so they can start new lives within their relationships."
"what do their parents have to say about all this?" asks Anna.
"Well, tyler's parents disowned him when he told them he was gay. Peter's parents don't have a problem with any of it because they also have a dom/sub relationship---that's where he got the idea and the knowledge. Markus—that's Elliot—he was in foster care but is now on his own, and Tony is well off and his parents now live in Monaco and rarely ever come to the USA. And people are a lot more hip about bdsm in europe."
"and you guys?" Anna asks. Tommy speaks up. "My parents practically adopted Dylan when we were younger and rescued him from a very bad situation, enough said, so my parents also feel like they are dylan's parents." "I call them Momma and Papa," says Dylan. "how did they react to finding out that you two are gay for each other?" "They were thrilled! And they figured out years ago that it would probably happen, but they just sat back and let things take their course." "And how about the Master/slave stuff?"
"We don't go there with them, although lately I'm beginning to think that they are suspicious, but apparently it won't matter at all. But I'm not letting Dylan wear that collar in front of them. At least not for a while, and definitely not at the wedding."
They quiet down to look at their menus. Spike comes by and makes a couple of recommendations. Finally, they all order, and since they're all under 21 and not in a private room, booze is ruled out---but that doesn't matter a lot to any of them.
Dinner is wonderful. Magnificent food. Enjoyable conversations all around, and the boys are glad that Phil and Doug's girlfriends have had a better chance to get to know them.
Finally they head home. When they get back to the house, Donna goes to Tommy and whispers, "Dylan fell asleep in the back seat. I didn't want to disturb him." "I'll take care of him," says Tommy. "It happens all the time. He's like a little boy in some ways, I swear." Tommy goes to the other car and opens the back door and gets inside and puts his hand on dylan's neck. "Shh! Sleepy baby." Dylan wraps his hands around Tommy's neck and snoozes. "carry me, Daddy?" Tommy isn't surprised. He has a bit of trouble getting Dylan out of the car and Phil comes over to help. finally Tommy is able to stand. Dylan has his arms around Tommy's neck and his legs around Tommy's waist and he's just light enough that Tommy can manage, and get the door to the house unlocked. he goes right in and lies Dylan on the bed and kisses his forehead. "Good boy. Sleep, baby boy."
He goes out to the living room to say good-bye to everyone. Anna wonders if Dylan is okay or if something he ate didn't agree with him. Doug explains that Dylan always falls into a deep sleep on the way home from just about anywhere. Tommy says, "And you don't hear me complaining. I love having a little boy to take care of sometimes." Anna giggles. "Oh my! Sometimes Master, sometimes Daddy," "And soon husband" adds Phil.
They say their goodbyes and leave Tommy alone to take care of Dylan. He goes into the bedroom and removes dylan's shoes and socks and massages his feet—not too stinky—then the pants, not hard to pull them off. The jacket is more complicated because he has to get Dylan to sit up, and by this point in the evening, Dylan is like a boneless chicken, very pliable. He gets the jacket off and goes to hang it up immediately lets it get even more wrinkled, and he also takes off his own and his shirt and pants. e unties dylan's tie and opens his shirt. No undershirt. It's easy to get off and it doesn't matter if it's wrinkled. Now all Tommy is wearing is his boxer briefs and Tommy likes that fine.
END OF CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
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