Please publish this as "Q sub

We just finished brushing our teeth together. Craig put his hands on my shoulders. Looked right into my eyes. Uh-oh. Something was gonna happen. Where does he want me?

"I had a dream last night that gave me a good idea for you to help you always feel safe."

"If that's the case, you know you can try anything you want on me, Craig," I said, deliberately keeping it a little informal. I was afraid if I'd said "Master" it would have set him off. I really hope we can stay mellow at least all morning.

He kisses me on the forehead. That's one of his Dom moves. Uh-oh.

"I'm giving you another safe word that you can use any time you want. The word is "love." Use it whenever you feel you need some lovin'."

I smile back at him and say, "Love."

He grabs me around the waist and fake drags me back into the bedroom then tosses me up on the bed. He snuggles me nude body to nude body then raises goosebumps on my flesh as he lightly toys with my nether regions with fingertips that feel like they're electric. I want to scream for joy but instead I bury my face in his neck. "You own me, Master. You own your baby boy. You own this slave."

He takes a chance that I'm not completely clean inside. He brings in a few towels just in case. And so, for the second time in this New Year, he makes his claim on me inside my guts as he makes love to me in a way I couldn't scarcely imagine. It's like he's saying, "I take your body, slave, because I own you. I could hurt you or give you pleasure with my hard cock. You exist to serve my cock, slave. I'm giving you pleasure, right now, with my cock, because you're giving it pleasure as well, Q. I'm giving you pleasure so you realize it's the pleasure only the very best slaves get by surrendering themselves completely to their Masters."

"And if it gets messy?" I ask with a snide grin on my lips that he can't see because he's pushed my head into his pillow.

"If it gets messy . . . . . , we'll clean it up together." Big smile.

We both giggle. I groan because it makes me put pressure on his dick buried in my ass.

It was only a little messy. Actually, he cleaned it himself, then we showered together after he pissed on me (remember I told you: Craig always pisses almost immediately after he cums.) Anyway, we made sure we got real clean.

"I want to do something right away," he said as he sat at his desk still all naked and warm from the shower. "I'll read it to you when I'm done. It's to Mom and Chris both."

He sits quietly for a little while then taps away with his zippy speed. He gets done.

"There. All sent. This is what it says. `Thank you from the bottom of my heart for what you did for us last night. It was what I needed, helped me to see how much I've been blessed since I walked into my dorm room last August and saw Gary standing there, looking shy, and I knew I'd want to spend all my time protecting him and giving him everything he ever needs.

Thank you also for giving us the space to just leave without saying anything. I love you, Mom. I love you, Chris. And yes, I love Gary Q. Mikey with all my heart.'"

Like I say, Craig has a real gift for words.

We went to the diner for breakfast. I was wondering if Craig would order for me like the last time or if he's going to go soft. How silly of me!

He ordered me blueberry pancakes and a soft boiled egg poured over grits. Never tried them before, but I know I have to eat what he ordered for me. When the bowl finally arrived he picked up a salt shaker and salted egg for me. "Take some egg and grits on your spoon and put it in your mouth." he says in an ordinary conversational voice as if that's the way we talk all the time. I do. And I'm pleasantly surprised. It must be the salt.

Craig watches my face. He can tell I liked it somewhat. Proud of himself, he nods. "Finish it up like a good boy and I'll order you a milkshake."

"Can I have chocolate, Daddy?" (Ooops!!!!!)

"No. Vanilla."

"Yes, Sir." that's four points to Craig, I think.

Craig has the lumberjack breakfast. Way too much for me, but he does put half a piece of bacon on his fork and hold it up to my mouth. Wow. He doesn't care who sees it or what they might think. The busboy picks right up on it. "Isn't that nice, he quips to Craig," sharing your meat with the boy."

"How old are you?" asks Craig.

"I'll be 18 in two months," he replies.

Craig says just one word to him. "Noted." But then he adds something. "Go turn around and get on with your work like a good boy." I very nearly almost crack up. My awesome Alpha Dom!

We're quiet while we're eating. I can tell that Craig is getting pensive. "I really loved what happened last night," he tells me. "I loved everything they said. I was so true. I was dating all those girls and quickly getting bored with them. Nothing ever seemed to click. My brother had a good boyfriend back then—they've broken up now—and it made me so jealous to see the way they looked at each other. I wanted someone to look at me that way, maybe get to look that way myself with somebody. We were only back here for a day or so before Mom could see something, then when Chris got home I could hear them whispering a lot."

"They were probably trying to figure out what to do about what they were seeing. Nothing unusual about that. Growing up I always hesitated to take a new step. Chris was always there gently nudging me each time and always praising the daylights out of me when I did, acting like it was my own doing without any help from him. Eventually, I had it figured out. But I still always waited for his push because I wanted to make him pleased with me."

"That's very interesting. What you just said was how I feel when you're pushing me past some boundary or limit. I'll do it for you because I really want to . . or I really need to know I've pleased you and given you pleasure. I guess all bdsm slaves feel that way."

"Don't jump to conclusions, boy. You've never talked about these things with another slaveboy, have you?"

"No I haven't. But I could see that timmy's like that without having to talk to him."

"And who else?"

I just shake my head.

"How about all those preppy boys getting spanked that night?" I asked him.

"Bad example. They were only there for their own needs. There was absolutely nothing between them and the tough-looking middle-aged overweight men who were spanking them. Nothing at all. They took as much as they wanted then got up and walked away. Not even a thank you. It was nothing but a transaction."

"For someone who's only been involved in this stuff a short time, you're incredibly insightful into what's going on."

"Hey, boy, I'm an engineer. I like studying how things are put together. People too. Have you ever tried to get into it with some jerk who didn't really know what he was doing and who was blind when it came to reading you?"

"Only in a club and I would just walk away from guys like that."

"Well from here on in I'm laying down the law. Unless I know the Master well, no one is going to have at you without me being there."

"as a security guard?"

"More or less. But who knows? We'll just have to find out, won't we?"

"Yes, Master," I say, lowering my eyes just as Annie comes boy. "Does the boy get a milkshake this morning or is it too early?"

"Vanilla," says Craig. The very idea that I asked him for something and he refused me, wow, that did all sorts of things to my inner slaveboy. Very parent-like. Uh-oh: I might have a problem with this. Don't forget that my main parent was cold and kind of mean. Well maybe Craig will make up for it by being my good parent. And sure, mama and papa, they're amazing! They've been so good to me, making me wish so much that I could be their son—and then they told me I was!!!

Annie brings the milkshake with a big dollop of whipped cream on it. She also brings me one of those special long spoons that they use with ice cream sodas. I go to take some cream with the spoon. "Give that to me, Q," says Craig. I do.

"Lick the cream, boy. You know what I mean. Suck some of it if you have to. Don't worry about getting anything on your face. I'll take care of that."