Chapter 56. The honeymoon begins.
TOMMY AND DYLAN
The helicopter will arrive at 11 pm. The boys complete all the silly wedding-type stuff for the guests to enjoy and then slip off into their private quarters about 10 pm. They immediately strip and when dylan gets his pants off, Tommy tells him to stand still. He takes the key (which he had all along!) to dylan's cage and takes it off him, then, once they're both naked, he brings dylan into the bathroom and lovingly and reverently washes the boy's groin. dylan naturally gets hard from all this attention. Tommy, meanwhile, is pleased it's happening. He wraps his hand around dylan's hard dick and uses it to pull dylan along and get him lying on his back on the bed.
Tommy kisses dylan's eyes and cheeks and lips. The two of them drown in each other at this point while Tommy slowly walks his fingers down dylan's torso, toying with his nipples and then down, down, down to where he has to swipe up all the precum which his boy's dick has been spilling. At this point, dylan gets ready to lick Tommy's fingers clean just as always, but no. OMG! Tommy puts his fingers into his own mouth and tastes dylan's pre-cum for the very first time.
Then Tommy speaks almost in a whisper. "We are married now. You in me and I in you, sweetheart. I've planned a special wedding gift for you and now I'm going to prove to you just how much I am yours as much as you are mine." And he kisses and licks his way down dylan's body listening to the music dylan makes in reaction to what he's feeling. He gets to dylan's groin and licks all the flesh around it until he goes down to dylan's balls (freshly shaved) and for the very first time ever, he kisses and licks and sucks them and gets each ond of them into his mouth for a while. And then, omg omg omg omg, he takes hold of dylan's hard dick with his mouth, salivates on it, and sucks his way almost all the way down to the root and dylan howls with joy and amazement. Tommy offers his wedding gift. Tommy gives dylan a wonderful blow job, and it is the first blow job he has ever given in his life. Tommy makes love to dylan's cock the way a lover does to his beloved. And when, at last, dylan is ready to cum, he cries out "I am yours!" and spills himself into his lover's mouth, and Tommy swallows it as easily as he could swallow warm milk.
It's almost time for the helicopter to land. They each get dressed in sweatpants and t-shirts. The `copter lands and luggage is loaded and then Thomas leads dylan to board first and then Tommy follows. At that point, dylan just buries his head in Tommy's armpit and holds on for dear life. He stays that way until they land in New York City on top of their hotel. He can feel Tommy's heart beating and he tries to focus on that rather than on the sound of the helicopter. Tommy holds on to dylan as well and once in a while rubs dylan's back with gentle circular motions.
All that dylan remembers of the entire flight is the slight scent of sweat in Tommy's armpit and how he's going to ask Tommy to stop wearing deodorant sometimes so he can sniff him.
Tommy, on the other hand, is mesmerized by the flight just as most 20yo guys would. As far as him holding dylan, that just comes naturally. And so, the honeymoon in off to a wonderful start.
When the helicopter lands, it is piloted off. This makes it much easier to get off the machine as it was to get on. Tommy jumps down first and then allows dylan to simply fall down into his arms. Hotel personnel hasten to unload their luggage and bring it to their room. The room is so beautiful. Manly with a rustic feeling which dylan looks forward to exploring in the morning. The hot tub is already warmed and bubbling and the husbands quickly strip down and slip into the tub and do sweet and delicious things to one another with their hands. They feel totally relaxed and Tommy decides they will have one installed at home as soon as they can.
Huge towels are provided, scented and luxurious, and the boys dry each other gently and slowly, worshipping each other as they sink into their towels. Once they are dried, dylan drops to his knees and bows before Tommy to kiss his feet. Tommy backs up so he can sit on the bed and sings gently to dylan as dylan does what good slaveboys always do for their Masters.
"Come up here, husband," says Tommy, and he helps dylan up off the floor and puts him over his knees, not to spank him but rather to explore his crack and then to anoint his hole with the lube the hotel has provided. Each finger becomes a separate adventure dylan moans "I am yours" in a different key with each insertion. Tommy has never tried stretching to a third finger but dylan seems particularly open after all that has happened today. It's a good thing that Tommy remembered to take off his wedding ring before assaulting his boyfriend's sweet hole and dylan sings a new tune as he pants like a slut and pushes back into Tommy's fingers.
"Please, baby, please fuck your boy with your awesome hard cock, the only cock that will ever be up my ass. fuck me sweet Tommy Tommy Tommy. Breed your boy with your love." And Tommy goes to town making love to this boy he claimed as his own when their eyes first met so many years ago. They become one and since Tommy took off dylan's cage, he gets to have an anal orgasm for the very first time in his life and as Tommy shoots his load into dylan, the boy shoots his load unto the silk sheets and the two of them collapse in satisfaction and in yet another renewal of their love.
Sleep is deep and tender and Tommy ends up nestling the boy's head in his armpit and sometime during the night in a passionate dream dylan ends up suckling Tommy's nipple. Tommy gently moves dylan off his nipple and replaces it with his finger and dylan starts to suck his finger as if he's sucking his cock again. Tommy wakes up before dylan and lies there contemplating the beauty of his lover's face in repose, always praying that dylan could experience that same peace which is so beautifully displayed on his child-like face and he promises to devote his life to bringing that dream to reality.
dylan awakes and brings his fists to his eyes. Tommy finds that so endearing, the gesture of an infant before anything ever happens to warp its innocence.
They shower together in the spacious facility, dry off and then cuddle themselves in the golden robes the hotel has provided. Tommy calls down for breakfast to be brought up and then takes dylan into his arms and the two of them dance together until there is a knock on the door, but before Tommy lets dylan answer the door he strips the robe off him. As usual, he prefers his boy to be naked and the boy prefers it as well. And now, there's something else to look at. Tommy never really paid much attention to dylan's cock but now that he's had it in his mouth it is beginning to look a lot more attractive to him as he enjoys watching it wiggle before him and he can't help realizing that this is the first time the boy has ever had his cock viewed by a waiter. dylan stands these shamelessly flaunting his goods, noticing how much the waiter is enjoying the sight of a naked sub.
The waiter fixes things so they can sit across from one another. they take their places and look into each others' eyes. dylan pulls a pout face. "What's the matter, sweet boy?"
"Daddy, feed me?" comes dylan's plaintive little-boy voice.
"Come here, baby. Snuggle on my lap and let me feed my boy." Breakfast takes a lot longer than anyone would have expected under normal circumstances.
Unexpectedly, Tommy's cell phone rings. It's Austin.
"I have an offer for you, but it is perfectly okay if you don't choose to accept it. Actually it's your father's doing. He's offered us a few days free if you'd enjoy having a couple of very knowledgeable tour guides to take you through all the darkest and most interesting parts of the Big Apple." We could be there by tomorrow afternoon if you're interested. That way, if you want, you and I can bring our slaves to Zeller's and display their bare flesh to the population of New York City."
Normally, Tommy would simply make the decision for the both of them, but now he doesn't feel that would be right. They are married now. They share their lives on a new level which they have yet to work out. This is their honeymoon, the only honeymoon they will ever have together. It belongs to both of them. And so he tells dylan about Austin's offer and after they discuss it a bit they agree together that this could turn out to be a lot of fun. He accepts Austin's offer and they plan to meet Monday afternoon. And for today, they make arrangements to do the ordinary touristy things that they wouldn't want to waste time with Austin and Philip doing: World Trade Center, Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building. Dylan wasn't as impressed with seeing the sights as he was impressed by seeing Tommy enjoying seeing the sights. As usual, Dylan's eyes were filled with the sight of Tommy; dylan's view of the universe was incomplete unless Tommy was present. Tommy was more a source of light in dylan's life than the light which came from the sun itself.
. . .
Speaking of light, ever since the wedding, there's been a new light shining in Markus' eyes because he has come to accept not only Tony's dominance over him but also—and this quite unexpectedly—Tony's passionate love for him.
Last night, Tony bound him spread-eagled to their bed and blindfolded him. Markus didn't know what to expect, which was actually part of the fun and excitement of the entire scene. He hears Tony shaking something in a can and then, much to his surprise, realizes it is nothing but whipped cream which Tony applies to his shaved armpits, nipples and groin. "My slave is here for me to feast on, a kinky desert for me to savor," and then the boy tries not to giggle too hard while Tony goes about sucking and licking his slave clean. He starts with the boy's nipples, and once they're clean, he adorns them with clothespins. Markus stops giggling and starts inhaling through his clenched teeth and then mutters,
"I am yours, Master. Enjoy your slave however you want."
"Oh, I intend to, my precious little masochist," answers Tony, who moves to the boy's armpits and licks them clean as well. Then the groin—"You look so sweet all nice and hairless like a little boy, my darling. and now you're so tasty indeed." Tony cleans him off and then goes to take something from his dresser drawer. He opens a tube and Markus grimaces. He can tell by the smell what he's in store for: Ben Gay. Tony spreads it lavishly over the slave's balls, and then, to make the subjugation complete, he crams the boy's dick into a tight metal cage and locks it up.
"As much as I adore you, my little faggot, I feel it is important for you to realize that there is only one cock that matters in our little family. In time, I hope, you will learn that the only way you can spill your seed is from your caged dick, probably with my cock buried deep up your ass and pounding your prostrate. Your days of jerking off like a little pervert are all over, my love. Do you understand me?"
Markus struggles to stop moaning enough to force the words out. "Yes, Master."
Tony knows the boy well enough to realize that his words hit the boy deep within his submissive soul.
"You are less than an ordinary free man, less even than most subs, lad. That's exactly where I want you, my love."
Markus can't hold back the tears that flow from his eyes. Tony puts a hand on his chest and leans in to lick up the tears himself and then smacks his lips. "Sweet and salty at the same time, baby. How I love to see your tears, baby."
"How I love to shed them for you, Sir," replies the boy.
Tony unclips the slave's feet from the sides of the bed, lifts his legs and was going to fuck him until he realizes that the Ben Gay would probably mix with the lube and cause a situation that will be painful for both of them. Much to the boy's disappointment, Tony unclips his hands, flips him over and binds them behind his back. "Up on your knees, boy." Markus obeys and Tony slides on the bed beneath him and pulls his neck down. The slave knows what to do and proceeds to attempt to give his Master a blow job but the position makes it difficult for him to do.
"Stop," says Tony. "Stop trying. Just open your throat and be passive for your Master." Then, holding the boy's head in both his hands, he uses his slave like a fleshlight, enjoying the gags he hears and works that mouth the way he enjoys it best until at last he gives the boy a fresh drink of creamy cum to drink down.
"Okay, sweetheart. You've been a good boy." He unclips the slave's wrists but leaves the manacles on. He folds the boy into this arms, kisses him on the nose, and rocks him like a little child.
"Thank you, Master," says Markus.
"There's nothing sweeter than a grateful slaveboy," says Tony. "I will find many ways to let you show me just how devoted you are to me, boy. You can begin by serving my friend Morris as his naked houseboy tomorrow." Markus falls asleep with a shining smile on his face.
. . .
The only thing shining on tyler is his glowing red ass after Peter his Master has treated him to a good hard spanking with his bathbrush. tyler had started whining because Peter wouldn't let him shower off the cum, spit and piss after Peter's friends left. He had the slave get on all fours and then whacked its ass until he was satisfied that the boy had learned an important lesson—no voting on Master's decisions!---and the boy keeps crying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll never question you again, Master!"
After that, he was made to sleep on the sticky floor. Peter, in a classy-as-hell Master move, covered the slave with a burlap (!!!) blanket so it wouldn't get a chill over the night. "After you make my coffee in the morning, you may take a shower," he says as he turns the lights off.
. . .
Gus, very slowly and lovingly, shaves the last of the hair from Calvin's groin and then rubs everything down with baby oil.
"Oh, my sweet little brother, you feel so smooth and smell so nice, just like you were when I first laid eyes on you when our parents got married. I always thought you were so adorable--nothing more than that, but I felt it best that I go to college in German stayed there until recently because I was afraid of the way I felt about you and wanted to protect you from my own lust. It never dawned upon me that you might be interested in returning my own affections, or—miracle of miracles!!!—would be a submissive. Little brother is a little slaveboy, I discover, and I've decided I'm going to make him all mine. Now bend over for me, Calvin. I've spotted a couple of hairs around your hole and I want to remove them as well so I've got an easy and smooth entry into your body whenever I want to. . . . there! All done!" Gus kisses his boy's hole and then helps him stand up and fall into his embrace as he ruffles the boy's hair.
Calvin purrs and snuggles more deeply into Gus' arms, clinging tightly and inhaling his brother's strength and looking forward to the joy they will share together, even though Gus has promised him a good hard spanking before putting him to bed after drying his tears.
. . .
The precious love that was celebrated and legally ratified between Tommy and his precious boy dylan was so powerful and so strong that it overflowed into the lives of all who had gathered to witness the ceremony in which they gave themselves to each other in a union that would last until the end of time. It touched the hearts of their dearest friends in ways that helped re-shape their own relationships and filled them with promise for the future.
What more can be said? Love can be a potent force in the world when it is accepted and shared. It can take many forms and expressions no matter what a person's sexuality or individual preferences and styles may be. It is hoped that this tale of their love may touch your heart as well as we say goodbye for now to these wonderful young men. Remember them and their light, especially when you may need it the most.
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