Chapter 18. Cage conniptions
Dylan woke up a few times during the night as he started to get erections in his new cage. As usual, Tommy, ever attentive to Dylan's sleepiness because of frequent nightmares he has, nestled into Dylan's neck to calm him down. "It's fighting my dick," he complained. Tommy stroked his abdomen and warmed his cage in his hand then caressed his taint. "You'll get used to it, pup. It just takes some time."
"For you, Tommy, for you," Dylan whispered.
"That's right, baby. You're always happier when you settle into my control." Dylan would moan and then quickly drift off to sleep, until the next time.
The last time he woke up was 6 am, and Tommy decided they would wake up for the day. He moved down and nibbled on his boy's nipples. Dylan groaned. "Tommy that's making me try to get hard and the cage is blocking me," he whined. "Couldn't we maybe take it off before we go to sleep?"
"No," answered his Dom. "Did I cage you too soon? Do you want to give up now?"
"I do but I don't. The whole idea turns me on, and the fact that you did it to me last night, our first night here, means so much. But, damn, it's not much fun right now."
"Let's see how you feel by the weekend. Then I'll make a decision about it."
"Oh no. I have to wear it in front of your parents!"
"Baby, they won't know it. No one will know it. It's not going to show. And we're not taking showers in front of other guys any more. Think of it this way: when we're at school today, you'll be a caged sub, but NO ONE will know it. Always just our secret for now." "I'm thinking of slave Eddie who was wearing it for six weeks straight." "Not going to happen to you, baby. I like seeing you cum too much."
Dylan giggles. "Can I go pee? "Sure. Take your time. Make sure all the drops are gone before you stand up. I don't want you to have a piss-stinky crotch, little buddy."
As Dylan gets out of bed, Tommy swats his ass. "ouch! Still sore, Tommy. Glowing all over. I like this, Sir."
"Good boy. Now go do your duty."
Dylan goes to the toilet and sits down and waits for the flow to begin. It's a bit more difficult now.
When Tommy comes into the bathroom he finds Dylan grimacing. "Settle, boy, settle. Don't strain. Just let your muscles relax." Tommy runs some water in the sink to help him along. Then he takes a cup of warm water and spills it over Dylan's cage. The pee starts to flow. "There you go, boy. Good boy, pissing like a real sub." Tommy kisses him while he continues to pee. "Spread your legs, boy." Dylan does, and Tommy starts to piss all over Dylan's cage. Dylan breathes heavy and continues his own flow.
"We are pissing together, Tommy. This is kinky sick!"
"Our secret," says Tommy. Finally they finish. Tommy takes some toilet paper to wipe off the cage and herds Dylan into the shower.
They shower together the way they like so much. Tommy takes some of the sweet-smelling shampoo and pours a bit of it onto Dylan's cage and lets the bubbles do their work on him. Dylan giggles. "It feels so good, baby!" Tommy jiggles the cage to make sure the bubbles work their way down. Then he puts more of the shampoo on his finger and gently washes Dylan's tender butt with it and even sticks his finger into his hole up to the first knuckle and jiggles it around. Dylan breathes heavily. "Tommy?" "What, babe?"
"Are you planning to fuck me soon?"
"It's going to take a while yet to get you ready for it, boy," answers his Dom. I've got some ideas about that."
"Maybe on our wedding night?"
"We'll see. I have plans for a different surprise for you on our wedding night, baby. Something very special for you."
"I have something in mind for you too, husband-to-be."
Tommy smiles at him and washes him down with particular attention to his nipples which makes Tommy moan with delight. He very gently washes the boy's back.
"You know, Dylan, I saw some pretty severe things on YouTube, but they ended up turning me off. I mean, I know they were acted out with willing volunteers who were probably getting paid a whole lot for it, but it's not anything I would want to consider or be involved in. I love you too much, Dylan, for that."
"I've seen some of those things too, and they always scared me when I thought that's what bdsm would really be like."
"It's all contrived and acted out, baby. Don't you worry. I bet if we go to a bdsm club, we'd see nothing like that happening. It's always about pleasure/pain and caring, I think. And with you, pup, it's ALWAYS about caring."
"Did you care for me when you put this cage on me, Tommy?"
"yes. Definitely. You've talked so much about me owning your cock and controlling it, it seemed to be the best way to let you know ALL THE TIME that you are owned and under control."
"A good way to think of it." Dylan kneels on the floor of the shower and washes Tommy's feet, then rinses off the soap and kisses them, and kisses his way up his leg until he puts his soft cock in his mouth."
"don't get me hard, baby. We have to have breakfast and get to school. Don't forget we have a drive now, we can't just fall out of the dorm and into class."
"Good point, Tommy."
Tommy turns off the water. They dry each other and go inside to get dressed. Tommy first, then he holds up a pair of boxer briefs for Dylan to slip into. The cage fills the pouch in the front of the underpants without sticking out much at all. it just looks as if Dylan is hung more than he really is. Tommy picks out a pair of his sweat pants for Dylan and then a soft sweat-shirt.
"Better for you to wear sweats after a spanking, pup. And wear your flipflops. That's all you need besides ID and phone." He also gives Dylan $20 in case of emergency. "I won't be able to leave campus until about 4 pm. I'll text you so you can meet me at the car."
"I'm done at 2 today. I can work on my paper until then. I'll bring my laptop."
Tommy cups Dylan's crotch to see how it feels with the cage on. Pretty good. Dylan smiles at him:
"you own me, Tommy." One big kiss and they're off.
"I'm so happy, Tommy."
"Tell me why, buddy."
"A: I like riding with you. Always have. And B: I don't have a license."
"How stupid of me not to realize that!" Tommy exclaims.
"I was never allowed to learn," laments Dylan. "they told me I was too stupid and incompetent to be trusted behind a wheel."
"Damn!" Tommy hates the way Dylan was treated. "I never thought of it. I just thought you liked to ride your bike to my place. Well, as soon as school is out, we'll enroll you in a driving course." "Can't you teach me yourself, Tommy?"
"I guess . . . oh, Sure I can, baby."
"I'm thinking I like we have a ride between school and home," says Dylan.
"I love our car chats."
Tommy reaches out to hold his hand. Kisses his fingers when he's stopped for a light. A woman in the car next to them gives them a dirty look when she see it. "Eat your heart out, bitch!" exclaims Dylan.
Tommy laughs. "Language, boy!"
And on that note, they pull into the school parking lot. One big kiss, and Dylan gets out of the car to open the door for Tommy. Then they go their separate ways.
Dylan found out, much to his delight, that his first class was cancelled for the day. He had an idea which was on his mind since he woke up this morning, and now he had time to make it real. He went to the campus bookstore and picked out a lovely notecard, mostly blank, and bought it. He also bought a nice fountain pen, something he had always wanted. The $20 that Tommy had given him came in handy.
He took it to his room. (even though they had moved off campus, they were still technically dorm residents—so that makes a perfect place to do work of any kind.) He sat down at the desk, put a cartridge in the pen, tested it out on scrap paper. Perfect!
He sat and thought for a while. Finally he began to write.
My dear beloved friend, my heart, my mate, my Sir, Last night while I was deep in sub space, you locked me into a cage. At first I was scared and very resistant, shaking my head "no!" But you spoke to me in your wonderful gentle voice and said "Settle down into your true identity." I've been thinking about that ever since. As usual, your words calmed me down and helped me let go of any silly resistance I had to what you had done to me—no, scratch that—at what you had done for me. "I remember when I was the new kid in your class in third grade and how you were the first person to say something nice to me. I was so scared that day but you took all my fear away. And when I looked into your eyes, such beautiful eyes, I felt like I could crawl into them and lose myself in them, and all the bad and scary things in my life would not matter any longer. I don't remember what you said to me that day, all I remember is feeling less scared, feeling like there was someone very good in my life and that I would be okay. "I remember hearing other classmates telling you to stay away from me because I was nothing but trash.' I was used to being called trash" before. I knew it was something bad and I felt that I was bad, and like my mom always told me, I deserved all the punishment I could get. And there was always some part of my body that was hurting. Some black and blue and brown and purple mark on me. Some bone that was hurting. Some memory of my big brother laying on top of my face until I choked and cried. "I'm still a crybaby and probably always will be. On that day you found me hiding in a corner of the playground crying my eyes out. You came and stood in front of me so that no one could see me in my shame and when I quieted down you sat next to me and put your arm around me and said, Little buddy, I wish I could drink up all your tears until there was never any left. I wish I could do that for you." "I still cry a lot, but now it's almost because some part of you has touched my heart with such love that I simply do not know how to respond except to love you and hope that you will always find ways for me to love you even more than ever before. "You recently locked my dick up, but the truth is that you have locked my heart up for so many many years that it has always felt like a bright and warm place within me no matter what has been going on in the world around me. "And that's what it means now to be locked up for you in a special way, and I can feel it around me constantly, and there will never ever be even one second when I don't know that you have me in your hands and in your heart. I am the luckiest boy on earth. I adore you, my hero, my lover, my Sir, my Master. Master of my heart. Master of my soul. Master of my body. That is how you have made me feel. And I know now, that I am not trash' and never have been. Not since that day I walked into third grade and you showed me the beauty of your soul. "My true identity? It is to be yours. It is to be the one who loves you with every iota of my being. It is to be the one who is always able to settle down when I hear the love in your voice. I am yours. Dylan
Dylan went to the Post Office and mailed the note card to Tommy's home address so he would find it waiting for him when they drove out there on Friday night.
When Dylan leaves the PO, he runs into Peter on his way to the caf.
"Hey, slaveboy," Peter says. "Quiet, dude! Don't give away my secret, please!"
"Don't worry, buddy. But I have to say I am very jealous of Tommy."
"Why is that?"
"Because I've played with many subs, but I have never been able to feel like I truly loved the guys I play with, and I have had subs who were turned on by me, but it's always been a game. I've always known that they would get lost in subspace maybe, but that they were never ever in love with me. Tommy has it all!"
"So do I, Peter, so do I."
"So I heard you guys moved out. I saw you in the dorm and was surprised."
"Well we paid for our room and board. We are still entitled to use the room. So I came here to do some homework, but I got distracted writing a love note to my Master."
"Always Master?"
"Oh no, not at all. Only at very special times, like when he . . . . .oh, I'm embarrassed to say it."
"Don't force yourself, dude. It's okay. You can tell me anything and I'll never judge you, but I'm not going to pry into things that are too personal for you."
"Well, I'll tell you what . . . " Dylan looks around to see if anyone is nearby. No one else is around. "Peter, take your hand and lay it gently over my crotch. don't worry: you're not gonna touch my dick."
Peter reaches out to grab him, and when he feels the cage, his eyes open wide and he pulls his hand away as if he's been burned. "OMG, dude. You guys are playing for keeps! How long have you had that on?"
"since last night only"
"How does it feel?"
"It was hard to sleep last night when my body kept trying to get hard, but Tommy says I'll get used to it before long. He also gave me a key in case I had a panic attack or something, but I hope I never have to use it."
"And now, is it okay?"
"Pretty much. You know what the best part of it is, though?"
"What?"
"That at every single second, I know that I belong to Tommy and that he has control over me. My junk feels like he is holding it all in his hand."
"Good for you, buddy! You sure have the right attitude. Hey, I heard about the party last night. Wish I could have been there for you guys, but I had to go to work. Did you have a good time?"
"it was awesome, especially realizing how many straight guys and gals are rooting for us now. And, by the way, text me your off-campus address so we can mail out wedding invitations."
"do you know when?"
"not yet. But like all things, Tommy will decide that. Well, Tommy and his parents. OUR parents."
"What about your parents?"
"they're no longer in the picture, thank God. I've disowned them before they could disown me. Abusers and homophobes who really hate me."
"I'm sorry to hear that." "Well, I've had Tommy since third grade and he's always made me feel better, and there have been lots of times over the years when I've been at his house and his parents kind of adopted me. We're going there this weekend. they want to celebrate with us, and also start some discussions about wedding plans."
"What do you have in mind?"
"For me, as soon as possible. But as far as all the details, that's Tommy's department. He already picked where we'd have our honeymoon!"
"You don't get a say?"
"I don't WANT as say. It's always been like that with us, even as kids. Tommy calls the shots and I go along. That's how much I've always trusted him."
"Haven't you ever disagreed about things?"
"Well, no, I guess. Well, only sometimes when he would want me to stay over but I had to refuse because I would get in trouble at home. I stayed over with him so much, especially in middle school, that sometimes my parents would get out of shape about it and I'd be in for a beating."
"Your father beat you a lot?"
"No. He used my big brother who is a real thug. He knew all about how to cause maximum pain with minimum damage. Um...let's change the subject, please?"
"Sure, dude. I'm so glad you had Tommy."
"Story of my life, Peter."
"You know, dude, I'm a Dom. Sometimes it would be better if you addressed me according to what I am in our little world.."
"sorry, Sir. I don't know what Tommy will say about that, though."
"Well make sure you check it out with him and do what he suggests."
"okay. for now, I `ll just say "dude."
"Personal question?"
"you can try. What is it?"
"Just wondering if Tommy is ever thinking of lending you out to others. I've been with a lot of subs and slaves whose Masters liked to make them serve others as a form of their servitude."
"Not going to happen. Tommy has already told me: his is the only dick I will ever suck from now on."
"Possessive for sure!"
"I love it this way! Dude!"
"I guess that, considering your background of abuse, you won't be able to tolerate much bdsm, heh?"
"What I suffered at home was hatred and pain, and fortunately, I was never spanked. It was always fists. Besides, the way I understand it, bdsm is really about pleasure/pain, and about sub space. And that's hot! So, yes, we're experimenting with a lot of things."
"Have you ever read any of the stories on the authoritarian website? You might get a lot of ideas from there."
"I've read just about everything that's been posted there. But it's not really much of a turn on. I mean, it always seems to be about rough control, humiliation, and the Doms are always so mean. And there is hardly any mention of sub space. Not for me."
"I guess as long as you have a safe word, you'll be okay." "Of course. Besides, I know Tommy would never hurt me in any way. Never has and never will. Even if he is standing there with a whip in his hand. giggles."
"Wow. I feel like I'm learning a new perspective on things just talking to you, Dylan."
"well, don't be a stranger. you're always welcome to chat, maybe even visit us, once we get set up."
They enter the cafeteria. Phil and Doug and Marvin call them over to their table.
END OF CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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