Chapter 15. On the way to Dinner
Phil and Doug pull up in Doug's Honda SUV. The boys pile in and they head off. They didn't get a chance to read Dylan's t-shirt until he got into the car. Phil turns around and faces him in the back seat. "Property of Tommy Roberts!"!!!!! "Interesting and kinky. Sounds like slave talk from the Southern plantations. Didn't they think of their slaves as property?"
Tommy says, "I believe they did" and puts his arm around Dylan's neck and pulls him close to kiss him.
Doug chimes in. "I'm beginning to suspect that you guys . . . Oh, I'm beginning to get a faint picture . . . .Dylan always being naked around you . . . . What's going on, guys?"
Tommy: "What I have to tell you goes no farther than this car, okay? Doug and Phil both agree, but insist on knowing what's really going on. Tommy beings to explain: "Well, you know how I've always been a take-charge kind of guy . . . " Phil agrees. "Oh sure. That's why we made you captain of the team, Tommy. Oh, I see . . . you are kind of dominant I guess other ways as well. And Dylan, well, it's always seemed like you call the shots for him and he just goes along with everything and is even happy about it." Tommy admits it, and adds, "It's been like that between us ever since middle school."
"Even before that, baby," dylan adds. "Remember how you always picked the videos we would watch when I was over your house, and even how you would decide what costume I would wear when we'd go trick or treating? I used to love it the way you'd dress me up," Doug: "And now you love the way he undresses you, kid!" dylan giggles.
"I love everything Tommy does to me. He's always been my hero. My big brother used to tease the hell out of me about it. He used to say that I always looked at Tommy like `he hung the moon.' And he always accused me of being a faggot in love with Tommy. I always denied it, but once I hit puberty I began to realize how true it was. But I didn't even want Tommy to know about those feelings."
"Unfortunately," Tommy notes. "I was oblivious. But now that I think of it, even in middle school the kids would refer to dylan as my other half'" dylan adds, "And Kevin Phillips used to tease me and say If Tommy told you to jump, you'd just say "how high?" and if he told you to eat shit and die you probably would do that too." Tommy: "I didn't know he said that to you. I would have punched him in the face!
dylan, trying to change the subject asks, "Hey, where are you taking us? We've been in the car for a while." "We're talking you to a special place we just discovered a couple of weeks ago. It's not too much farther. You hungry?"
Dylan: "Sure am. I only had a sandwich for lunch." "Now don't go changing the subject," Doug says. "Tell us more about the history of Tommy and Dylan."
"Tommy WAS my hero. Still is. Always looking out for me. When things were rough at home, he'd try to cheer me up. Once he even threatened to go beat up my brothers because they were so mean to me. Whenever I was feeling miserable—which was a lot of the time---he'd arrange sleep-overs even during the week (my parents never cared: one less mouth to feed). And a couple times, I'd end up crying in his room."
Tommy adds, "and I really didn't know what to do except to let him cry things out" dylan "and he never teased me for it or made me feel embarrassed. He's even go and get a wash cloth to help me clean my eyes and face."
Phil, "gee, I didn't realize you had it so bad at home, dylan. You've always seemed so happy since I've known you here at college."
dylan: "That's because I'm away from home and with Tommy most of the time. And I could join the swim team. Couldn't do that in high school, because there were always bruises on my body that I didn't want people to see—ESPECIALLY Tommy."
"He really hid a lot from me," Tommy remarked. Sometimes his face would be messed up, but he'd always tell me he and his brothers were wrestling and fooling around. The truth was that they were beating the shit out of him all the time. If I had known that, I think I would have gotten my mother to do something to get him out of that house."
Dylan, "well as it was, by junior year of high school I was practically living with you. That saved me. But by then I knew I was in love with Tommy, but was afraid of telling him. I was too afraid that he'd not want to be my friend any more, or even that he would start to pick on me the way my brothers did."
Doug asks, "Tommy, you never picked up on it?" "Well, probably on some level I did, but actually I was confused sexually and was only fooling around with girls. With sluts, actually. Any bitch who would suck my cock for me. I didn't connect sex with love. I knew I LOVED dylan, but that was different. Nothing gay about that cause I was getting it elsewhere. Crazy, huh? There we were, in love with each other but not able to bring it out front and be honest about it with each other, each of us for different reasons. Even for most of this school year."
Phil says "Hey, a lot of us guys would try to get laid and score with girls we didn't have any feelings for. Nothing odd with that. Go off and get your rocks off however you can. I was like that until I fell for Donna. Now it's completely different. Sex WITH love is the most amazing thing."
Tommy: "That's what we were both doing. Me looking for blowjobs from women, Dylan giving blow jobs in the basement of Dillinger Hall."
Dylan: TOMMY! I wasn't going there all the time, you know." Well, we know that now and we're just making up for lost time. Finally, just this past week, we've been able to recognize what we have together." he kisses Dylan again.
Doug asks, "What's with Dillinger Hall?" Tommy tells Dylan to explain. "There's a bathroom in the basement that hardly anyone ever goes to, and they're a glory hole between the stalls. That's where . . "
Doug: "I know what that is, dude. They have those in peep shows too." Phil looks at Doug: "You TRAMP!" Both Tommy and Dylan crack up. Through his laughter, Dylan shouts, "Please tell me that neither of you EVER went there!"
They both deny it. Tommy chuckles, "it has recently come to our attention that there is one guy we know who claims he's straight, but who used to go down there as well. But there's no way to know whether he and Dylan . .. " Doug "Oh mother of God! That must be awkward."
Dylan: "It is, guys, but we'll never know for sure and I don't care to do anything to find out." Especially since now I'm engaged." Phil adds, "and property! Like a slave boy!" Doug shouts out, "OMG. That necklace! It's . . . " Phil cuts in, "a SLAVE collar! Now I get it. So you two are Master and slave?" Tommy, "that's pushing it a bit. Sometimes, to be honest, we like to play like that, but a lot of times we don't. It's more like Dom/sub if you know what I mean."
Doug gets the point. "But you two have always been like that! Dom and sub. Sounds like you've been that way since you were kids." Tommy admits it, "yes, kinda. When we were kids, we would play cowboys and Indians, or cops and robbers. Guess who always got tied up?
Phil asks, "So even as kids, you had a bit of BDSM thrown into the mix.?"
Tommy, "BDSM light, but now its time to change the subject. Now you understand the collar and the shirt, and let's leave it at that, dudes. Damn, we've talked more about sex in this car than we ever have at any time since we've known one another."
Phil notes that "we'll since we're going out to celebrate your engagement, it's perfectly fitting, I think, although I think I'm going to start to have nightmares about this!" They all laugh. Doug adds, "and it gives me some ideas as to what to get you as a housewarming gift! Maybe a set of handcuffs."
Dylan quips, "We've already got fur-lined ones!" More hysterics.
They pull into the parking lot of a festive looking Italian restaurant and pizza parlor. Tommy notes, "this place must be very popular! Look at all the cars!" Phil and Doug grin at each other.
They walk into the restaurant. The smell of the food is overwhelmingly wonderful, especially the garlic!" Phil walks up to the desk and says, "We have a reservation. Under Roberts." The receptionist smiles at him. "We have you all set up with a special table in the back room. Follow me and enjoy!" She picks up four menus and leads the guys into the back room.
As soon as they enter the room, there's a loud cry of CONGRATULATIONS, TOMMY AND DYLAN! They're shocked. There are about 20 people there, mostly guys from the team and their girlfriends, and a couple other guys, and, OMG, even the Coach is there!"
Dylan starts to cry. Tommy hugs him to his chest. "How the heck did you manage to arrange all this so quickly?"
Doug explains "word spread like wildfire. Obviously, a lot of guys couldn't make it on short notice, but they all wanted you to know how happy they are for you!" Phil adds, "We wanted to make sure you realize how much we all love you and how happy we are for you, especially since there's still so much homophobia out there."
Tommy yells, "Hey, guys! Get a load of this!" He turns Dylan around so he faces the group and spreads his arms out so all can read his t-shirt. Everyone laughs and claps.
Marvin yells, "how fitting. Dylan has ALWAYS belonged to you. I can't forget how you got him to be towel boy in high school so you could keep an eye on him! Best damn towel boy we ever had! He was like the team slave!" Tommy cracks up! Dylan blushes.
Donna, Phil's girlfriend, goes and kisses Dylan on the cheek. "Honey, if you ever need any tips on how to please your man, just come calling!"
Phil retorts, "Um, Donna, I think maybe YOU should go to HIM for pointers. He does things you'd KILL me if I asked you to do!" He sticks his tongue out at Dylan.
"Come on guys," says Coach. "Let's take our seats. They're heading in with the pizzas and breadsticks. And pitchers of Coke and Dr. Pepper!" What a wonderful evening they had! Among friends who were happy to celebrate their love for each other.
Tommy announces: "the Sunday after next. 4 pm. House warming party. You're all invited!
John calls out, "when's the wedding?"
Dylan says, "I think Tommy's setting a date this weekend when we're at his house."
Alice (Marvin's gf) asks, "Dylan, what do your folks think of all this?" Tommy answers for him. "Let's not go there. It's not pretty." Dylan tells Alice. "No problem at all. I've disowned them before they could disown me."
Marvin explains to Alice that Dylan's been living at Tommy's for quite some time now to escape an abusive household. Meanwhile, Tommy's over telling Coach how Dylan's father told him that he would end up as a homeless prostitute after Tommy got tired of him!"
Coach was rabidly mad! "My son works for that bastard! I'm so glad you people rescued him from them."
Tommy explains further, "coach, I just found out why Tommy refused to be on the team during high school. He didn't want the
guys on the team to see all the bruises that were always on his body." Coach asks, "Did anyone ever get a picture of them?" Tommy, "Yes, my mother did at a time when Dylan couldn't deny it because he was hurting so bad."
Coach replies, "Good. I hope she does something about it." Tommy, "she's threatened to do so if anything else ever happens. But Dylan has begged us not to. He doesn't want to have to bring all that stuff up."
Coach nods, "Well, I must say, Dylan looks like one very happy young man right now, so it's obvious that you've all done him a lot of good. I'm so glad."
Dylan walks up to Tommy and puts his arms around him from the back. "Come on, Tommy, come sit and eat and let Coach have a chance to eat too."
Tommy looks at Dylan: "getting a little bossy, are you, boy?" Dylan lowers his eyes. Tommy whispers to him, "Tomorrow night at our house, I'll make sure you know your place, brat!" Dylan's face brightens up, "Is that a promise?"
They sit down and eat amid lots of joking and good will.
It's over two hours later by the time everyone has had their fill and says goodbye, and the guys are back in the car heading home.
"You guys have made me so very happy. thank you so much!" Dylan exudes. "And if you ever want me to give Donna some pointers, . . . " Tommy puts his hand over Dylan's mouth while Phil says, "Damn! That would be interesting"
Tommy thinks for a while about the things they've been doing together and then says to Phil, "You know, Phil, when two guys get it on together, they end up doing things for each other that no guy would ever be able to get a girl to do."
Phil answers, "why am I not surprised. And DON'T tell me any details or I might have to turn gay!" Dylan giggles and then calls out, "YouTube!" It's all on there! That's how I learned."
Doug says, "All I want to know is who is the guy on the team that you might have given a blow job to in Dillinger Hall?"
Again, Tommy puts his hand over Dylan's mouth. "At the risk of being blunt, let me point out that from now on, there is only one cock that Dylan will ever get to suck. And the past is in the past and shall not be remembered! Amen!" He puts his hand down too soon.
Dylan blurts out, "And that's the ONLY cock I ever really wanted to suck and it's more than enough for me." Tommy hugs Dylan to himself and keeps his face against his chest so he can't say anything further. And Dylan is quite happy to be there.
Phil asks, "So what are the plans for moving in?" Tommy explains, "When we get back to the dorm, we're gonna load our suitcases up with all our clothes and anything else we might want to have with us on Wednesday, except for toiletries.
After our 1 pm class Wednesday, I'll be bringing Dylan over to see the house for the first time. After he recovers from the shock, we'll unpack, and for the rest of afternoon and evening it's going to be kinky play time, with a meal thrown in when we're worn out! And Dylan is in for a big surprise!"
Dylan's muffled voice is faintly heard: "Uh-oh." "We'll only spend two nights in the house. Friday night we'll head out to OUR PARENTS and we've got some things planned for the weekend, and I'm sure my mother has a lot up her sleeve as well. WE going to get tested for STD's, and there are also some surprises for Dylan at the house too. And, hopefully, our parents and us will make some tentative plans for the wedding, which I hope will not be too far in the future. After all, why wait?
Doug asks, "Are you going to have a honeymoon?" Tommy says, "you bet! New York City!" Dylan whispers in Tommy's ear, "Oh wow. Thank you, Sir, for picking that."
Phil says, "I'm surprised you're not going to be stretched out on some beach somewhere" Tommy explains, "Dylan doesn't like the beach. Never has."
Doug voices an opinion: "You know what I think is really wonderful about you guys?" "what"
"You've been friends almost all of your lives. You probably know just about everything there is to know about each other. You've practically lived together for years now. There's nothing to have to adjust to or get used to, other than, ahem! sexually, I guess. But you two fit together like hand in glove."
Tommy, "that's right, especially about the sexual part. We still have a lot to discover, but together! I can't even begin to list all the new things I've learned about Dylan in just the past few days."
Dylan "Me too. Tommy is constantly surprising me with how easily he is settling into being my Dom."
Doug "don't you mean Master?"
Dylan, "well, that too, but the idea of Master/slave actually cheapens what we have, I think. Except for play time. dom/sub works so much better."
Phil says, "Sometime, if you guys are willing, I'd love for you to get together with me and Donna and talk about this stuff. Mind you, I'm not saying ANYTHING about all this to Donna until then, though."
Tommy offers, "You're on, dude."
They arrive back on campus and say goodnight. The boys head up to the room. Dylan strips right away and mimics stroking his cock, which is still caged. Tommy looks at him and says, "don't get any ideas, boy.
You're not gonna cum until tomorrow, if you're good." Dylan whines. Tommy warns, "I'd take you over my knees, but I'm afraid that would probably make you cum. You'll just have to wait. I have special plans for you tomorrow. Now get over here and help me pack." . . .
Dylan cannot believe his eyes as they drive from the road to the house. And when he gets his first glimpse of the brick-covered house, he is beside himself. "This is our home, baby," says Tommy. He doesn't even notice the Volvo parked in front of the house, the same model as the one Tommy drives.
"OMG!!!" Tommy, this is beautiful! And so big! I thought you told me it was a cottage!"
"Well apparently, that's what Dad calls it. I can't wait to see your eyes as you get a look around. Let's take our stuff from the trunk and bring it in with us so we don't have to come outside again."
"Yes, Sir." They unload the trunk and go to the front door. Tommy takes the keys and opens the door and they walk inside. Dylan doesn't know where to look first. He quickly strips naked and throws his arms around Tommy's neck. Tommy kisses him and they stand there for a long time, joined by a kiss, with Tommy's hands on Dylan's ass and Dylan's arms around Tommy's neck.
Tommy walks Dylan around the house and shows him every wonderful thing about the house. Dylan looks at the mantel piece over the fireplace and says, sadly, "I wish I still had my trophies and pictures for the mantle, but I guess that's all gone now."
Tommy can't resist: "Don't be too sure about that, my love. Mom made arrangements for you to get all your stuff back. it's at our parents' house right now. You'll be able to look through things and take what you still want this weekend. Dylan begins to cry. Tommy holds him tightly. "My precious cry-baby. I love you so much. I want so much to see you happy."
Dylan takes Tommy's hand and leads him into the kitchen. "Me thirsty, Tommy." Tommy opens the fridge and Dylan is surprised to see how much is in there. "Mom did a big shopping yesterday morning." "Oh, my," says Tommy. "She even got Dr. Pepper!" He takes one out of the fridge and hands a coke to Tommy. Tommy takes the cold coke can and rubs it down Dylan's back. Dylan squirms and giggles. They open their drinks and take a drink, then carry them around for the rest of the inspection of the house.
Last, but not least, their bedroom. "Oh, my, how big is the bed. We can sleep without touching each other," he jokes. "that's what you think, boy," answers Tommy. You'll be sleeping in my arms, pup. Every night." Dylan is a little shy about being naked in front of the windows. `It doesn't matter, Dylan, we are totally isolated. But if you want, we can pull down the shades." "I want," says Dylan. Tommy takes care of it. "Let's go get our stuff"
It takes them about 45 minutes to put their clothing and things away. Tommy shows Dylan the study which is equipped with two desks side by side. They put their books and laptops there. Plenty of plugs and the WiFi was already turned on. "We need a password for the WiFi, Dylan." "hmmmm...how about Property?" "An excellent choice, having meaning only for us." Tommy sets the password in his phone. "I'm putting PropertyDT" DylanTommy" "neat"
"Hungry, sweetheart?" "Not really. Maybe some fruit would be good. Give us energy for other things," Dylan suggests. They go back in the kitchen and both eat oranges then rinse their hands in the sink.
"Let's cuddle," says Tommy. Dylan, of course, submits to his wishes! While they're cuddling, Dylan rubs his cage against Tommy's jeans.
"Patience!" Tommy lays Dylan on his back and begins to toy with his nipples a bit. Dylan moans and tries to kiss Tommy's hands. Tommy asks, "Didn't you tell me that one time a guy really hurt your nipples?"
"Yes, that did happen," answered Dylan, "but please don't stop. These nipples are yours to enjoy, Sir. You are turning me on so much?"
"Really? How does it make you feel?"
"More submissive than I've ever been before, Sir. Oh yes, take them! They're yours, Sir." Tommy pinches and pulls a little harder. Dylan kept saying, "I love you, I love you, I love you." This continued for a while. "Tommy" asks Dylan. "What, pup?" "Can I suck your dick, Tommy. Please?' Tommy kisses him. "I should probably take a shower first." "No, Tommy. I can lick up your sweat. Please?" Tommy chuckles. "Well how can I turn that offer down. Go for it, boy."
Dylan slides down Tommy's body and opens his jeans and pulls down his underpants a bit. Dives his head right in there and begins sniffing and licking his flesh.
"Yummy," he says. He sniffs Tommy's hard dick and then licks it from the root to the head. "Please, Tommy?"
"Okay, boy. Lick my head. . . . just like that . . . put it in your mouth and roll your tongue around my head, boy . . . . ah, so nice, so very nice. Make love to my dick, boy."
"You have the most wonderful dick in the whole world, Sir. Better than all the other guys on the team. I looked and I know."
"Less talk, boy; more licking and sucking." Dylan dives down on him and takes him almost all the way in. "Suck slowly, slave."
"Yes, Master." Dylan makes love to his hero slowly and gently, tasting all of it, pressing it beyond his gag reflex, then coming up again and playing with the head."
Tommy moans his pleasure and thinks how lucky he is that his little buddy enjoys doing this so much. "I'm getting ready to cum, boy."
"Good, Sir. You'll be cumming several times tonight if I have my way." He sucks faster, looking forward to drinking what comes from his lover's cock.
"Here it comes, baby. Taste me and swallow me good, boy." He spasms and shoots his load into Dylan's grateful mouth. Dylan continues licking all over and cleaning his Master up, then Tommy reaches down and pulls him up and kisses him, tasting himself in Dylan's mouth.
Tommy starts feeding Dylan his spit the way Dylan likes it so much. "I love you, Dylan. I love you so very much. You will always be loved in this house. You will always be safe. Safe with me." He runs his fingers down Dylan's body. Dylan trembles.
"Are you cold, baby? I can turn the heat up if you need it."
"No, that's okay. You warm me up. Lay on top of me, Tommy?" Tommy covers him with his body and they drift off for a while.
Tommy jiggles Dylan to waken him. "Showers now, boy." The two of them go into the bathroom and marvel at the size of the shower and the shower heads. Tommy sets the water temperature and they get in and enjoy the feel of the jets on the sides of the shower and the water spilling down on them. Tommy says, "I am going to wash you first, Dylan, and then you can wash me." "Yes, Sir."
While he is washing Dylan's hair with the awesome shampoo that was provided, Tommy tells Dylan, "I have some special things planned for you tonight. To start with, I want to take you more deeply into sub space than you have ever been before." "I am yours, Sir."
"Good boy." Tommy tenderly washes every inch of Dylan's body, then washes his own hair. "Okay, boy, wash your Master."
"Yes, Sir." Dylan shows his devotion by the way he washes his life-long friend, ending with him down on his knees washing Tommy's feet (which is something they've discovered they both like very much.) When finally they are finished, Tommy turns off the water. They dry each other with the fresh fluffy towels, head to foot. Tommy takes one of the white robes and hands it to Dylan to put it on him.
"You don't need a robe right now," he tells Dylan. "I want to watch you naked. stay here a bit while I go inside to get some special things I bought for you, boy. I hope you're feeling very needy, very sub, very much my special slave. Think about that."
Tommy leaves the room and comes back with a bag full of things. First he takes out the wrist cuffs and fastens each one around dylan's wrists, then has him stand in the bathtub with his arms over his head. He attaches the cuffs to the overhead rod he had installed. Then he takes off dylan's cage and his cock springs forth almost instantly. Tommy holds it in his hand.
"Who does this belong to, boy?" "it belongs to you, Master." Tommy kisses him while holding on to his dick and lets his saliva flow into his boy's mouth. Then he takes 4 clothespins out of his bag and puts to on each side of the boy's cock. "If this is to painful, just tell me. But see if you can take it for me so you know that this cock belongs to me and not to you." "yes Master."
"now to shave you." Tommy runs warm water through the faucet in the bathtub, takes a washcloth and wets down the boy's armpits. "These first." He puts some shaving crème on the pits and then slowly shaves off all of dylan's pit hair. "I want these bare from now on. If I ever see hair growing there you will be punished. Do you understand me, boy?"
"Yes, Master. boy will keep the bare for you, Sir." More kissing after they are completely shaved. Next he wets down the boy's pubic hair and repeats the process, slowly stripping him of all his hair.
"You are my boy and I want you to look like a boy. Boys don't have hair down here. I will keep you shaved here. Bare for me like my good boy." "Yes, Master, your hairless boy."
Then he does the same thing to dylan's ball sac—there isn't much there anywhere, but Tommy wants it smooth like a newborn baby. He juggles dylan's dick. "How's the pain?" "bearable, Master."
Then he takes out two more clothespins and puts one on each of dylan's nipples. "Mine, boy." "Yes, Master. Yours." "Say `yellow' if the pain gets too much. Don't be a hero. Okay?" "Yes, Sir. Understand."
Tommy stand back and looks at his boy hanging there. "you are so very beautiful like this. You are pleasing me so much, my little buddy." more kissing.
Next he takes his bottle of baby oil and applies it to all the places he shaved. dylan moans with his eyes closed. He also puts oil on the boy's ass and into his crack and around his hole as well.
Dylan breathes heavily. "I love you so much, Tommy. You can do anything you want to me, anytime, but yellow to the clothespins." Tommy takes them off immediately. dylan yelps from the pain of the cpins being removed. "Now I want to talk to you about something, boy, so open your eyes and look into mine." dylan obeys.
"I've noticed a problem with spanking you. You obviously need to be well spanked, but I couldn't possibly spank you any harder with my hand. My pain threshold isn't as high as yours." dylan nods his head. "So I'm going to have to use other things to spank you with."
"You can use anything you want, Sir."
"I'm going to start with two things. A wooden hairbrush, and a leather paddle. We'll see how you can manage those things to start with." Tommy then takes a cup and fills it with cold water and then pours the water over dylan's cock, causing him to lose his erection. Then he locks dylan up again. dylan moans.
"Problem, boy?"
"No, Sir. That cock belongs to you, Sir. You decide if it ever gets to cum, not me. You control my orgasms along with everything else, Master."
"Good boy." More kissing. Tommy loves running his hands over dylan's smooth body. "So nice, so smooth. I'm glad we're not in the dorm any more so we don't have to worry about anyone seeing you like this. Unless I decide to show you to someone." dylan inhales through his teeth.
"Time to take you down from there." Tommy releases dylan's wrists. "Shake your arms around for circulation." dylan obeys. Then Tommy takes a towel and dries dylan everywhere. "You smell so nice, sweetheart." He hugs his boy and then leads him into the bedroom and puts a fresh sheet over the bedspread. "Don't want to get oil stains in the bedding. But there is something else I want to do first." Tommy gets naked and then sits on the bed. "Put your feet in my lap, baby."
dylan does as he is told.
END OF CHAPTER FIFTEEN
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