Chapter 34. Dylan on campus
After breakfast (Tommy makes blueberry pancakes, yum!), Dylan showers and gets ready to head out to campus. They still have their room so that might be one place to study if the library's too crowded, but he decides to try the library first.
Perfect. a carrel in a quiet place. by a window. Nice view. He hunkers down and starts on the paper he has due. Who should some by, but Adrian! Shit!
Adrian: "Look who's here! haven't see you around, boy."
"We've moved off campus. We have a nice house with a lot of privacy."
"So you're still whoring for Tommy, I see."
"Please don't use that word. It's insulting and that's not what we're about."
"Well excuse me! I can't help remembering how much I enjoyed your throat, slut."
"Well, I hope you find a suitable alternative. Ever consider paying for it?"
"Not going that route. I'm over 21. Might go to the club in XXXX."
"Good idea. I heard that the place is filled with wanna-be subs. Sounds right up your alley, dude. And maybe you'll learn something."
"Always looking for new things to do."
"that's not what I meant. I mean, maybe you'll learn something about how to treat a sub so the sub will want to get involved with you over the long run."
"You stuck around for a while before you managed to turn Tommy gay." "Only because you were blackmailing me, Adrian. Hey look, I'm here to write a paper. Leave me alone now."
Andrew walks over. "Is there a problem here?"
"Yes there is, but he's going away now," says Dylan, a bit relieved.
Andrew give Adrian a dirty look. "So go away. Adrian. Leave the kid alone, godammit."
Adrian sulks off.
"Thanks, Andrew. thanks for the rescue."
"Anytime, dude. Good luck this week."
"thanks, man. You too."
Dylan works for two hours and starts to pack up his stuff. As he leaves the library he runs into Sammy.
"Hey Sammy, how's it going?"
"It's going well, Dylan. Peter and I have moved into a house he's renting and I'm getting used to being his sub full-time now."
"You like it?"
"Pretty much. He's so awesome. I crave him all the time."
"That's great. I'm happy for you. I know the feeling, Sammy, being so awestruck by one man that you can easily lose your mind with him. We're fortunate to have someone we feel that way about.
"I hear you. Dylan, I really hope this thing between me and Peter works out."
"are you worried about anything?
"Just that a lot of times I think I'm not good enough for him, even though he's patient with me and wants to help me become a good sub—which is definitely what I want."
"Let's go have coffee. Are you allowed to do that?"
"I have some time, yes. Master—um, Peter wants me home by 3. It's 2 now. Hold on a sec while I text him and ask permission. . . . . . . . . . Master, this boy has run into Dylan and he wants us to have coffee and talk together. Will that be okay?
"Definitely. There's always something you can learn from him about serving a man, even though he's not technically a slave. You can talk openly with him. I'm sure it will do you some good. And it will be okay if you're home a little later than 3, but not too much."
"Yes, Master. Thank you."
"Okay. He's happy that we are getting together. Says I can learn something from you."
"well, I don't know about that, but lets' just chat and see where it leads us."
"cool. Can we go off campus so we have a bit more privacy?"
"sure. Can we take your car?"
"Sure."
"Good. Tommy drove us here this morning. I don't have my license yet. Working on it, though"
They go to an off-campus place Dylan likes a lot. He orders a hot chocolate. sammy has decaf coffee. They get seated. it's still a little painful for sammy to sit, and Dylan notices it.
"Still painful to sit?"
"Not as bad as the other day, but Master took a strap to me last night."
"Any reason?"
"Not really. Just because he likes me to understand my place, and that he can thrash me whenever he wants."
"How do you feel about that, Sammy?"
"The idea is very hot. I love surrendering that power to him. In reality, thought, I guess I just have to get used to being sore all the time."
"I assume you have a safe word."
"Oh yes, but it's a pride issue with me not to use it."
"Well don't let your pride cause you more pain than you can handle. I have safe words too, and Tommy encourages me to use them even for things that don't have to do with bdsm stuff."
"Like what?"
"Well, anything that puts me into a situation where my anxiety arises. That's a problem I have and Tommy is very sensitive to it. But that's the difference between us. You really want to be a full-time slave, from what you're telling me. We're not living that way. In fact, more often than not, I'm the one who asks to be spanked sometimes when I feel I need it."
"Wow, we sure are different. I like it giving all the power to Peter. I doubt I'll ever get to the point where I have to ask for a whipping. Peter enjoys doing it too much. Oh, and by the way, I'm caged now."
"congratulations! That's a big step."
"We went to Evanston's the other day and he bought a lot of stuff."
"Yes. I notice the collar. Very sexy on you. You look good in it."
"thanks. it attracts a lot of attention, that's for sure."
"what do you say when people ask you about it?"
"Depends on who it is. I'm not afraid to tell someone I'm a slave if I think they can handle it. And I dig the humiliation of it all. But this cage thing, it's still strange for me. My cock is begging to be let out."
"I hear you. I've pretty much gotten used to it. But Tommy doesn't keep me locked up for long. He happens to like my cock, and he likes to make me cum. But he always ties my hands up when he takes the cage off. Says I'll never get to touch my dick again. But damn, it sure turns me on—and him—when I suck his dick and it's the only dick in the room that matters. I like that very much."
"I'm big time into humiliation, so I like that aspect of it as well. But I have absolutely no idea when or how he'll ever uncage me. But still, since he's making me work for the agency 5 times a week now, there's always a possibility a client will want it off me."
"5 times a week. Wow. He's really making you into a slut slave."
"Yes. So far, anyway. But he's put a lot more limits in the profile so it's not as dangerous as it was the first time."
"I'm glad to hear that. We were worrying about you getting into a situation that you couldn't handle."
"I appreciate that. But things should be okay. I've never had any trouble before. but now that I'm identified as a slave, things might get kinkier. We'll have to see. I have safe words and the profile insists that they be respected. Master especially doesn't want me to get spanked or whipped to the point where he can't do what he wants with me. At least he's protecting me as his property."
`Property! That reminds me of a t-shirt that Tommy had made for me which says "Property of Tommy Roberts." That gets quite a reaction from people."
"Does it bother you?"
"No. Not at all. It makes me feel proud. And safe. I belong to Tommy. After all our years as friends, now I'm officially his, and with the wedding coming it will be even stronger."
"Are you going to be presented as some kind of sub at the wedding?"
"Not at all. Tommy's whole family will be there, including people I don't know as well as Pop's business associates, so we're playing it very very vanilla. Best friends turned to lovers and now husbands. That's all."
"that's nice for you. I guess I'm becoming property too now, but I keep fearing that he's going to decide that he doesn't want things to continue. He's never had a slave before, so he's working a lot of things out for himself too. In fact, I think he had a long conversation with Tommy this morning."
"that's good. But we can only help you guys so far because we're not identifying ourselves like that except for when we both get really hot and kinky. I'm usually the one to start it just by calling him Master. But it doesn't last for long. We always ends up being lovers primarily. But damn, there is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for him."
"I guess I should feel that way too, but I'm not yet at that point---but I really want to get there, whatever it takes."
"What do you think is missing, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I can tell you about one thing specifically that I'm having trouble with and I know I'm disappointing him."
"What's that?"
"Servicing his feet. You know, kissing and licking and sucking."
"Damn. I fucking love that! I don't think I have a foot fetish, but even when we were kids, I always liked seeing Tommy barefoot, and I always wished I could have touched his toes. now I practically eat them!"
"How did you react the first time he told you to do that?"
"He wasn't the one to ask for it. I started it one night and he was amazed at how hot it was and how much he enjoyed it. Now he doesn't hesitate to tell me to get down there."
`You started it?"
"Yes. I love it. I love his feet. I love the feel and the taste, I love sucking his toes as if each one is a cock, and licking between them. All of it. I'm like a kid in a candy store. His feet are like catnip for me."
"Wow. Do you feel humiliated?"
"Not at all. I feel honored that Tommy will let me make love to every single part of his body. It's an act of love for me."
"do you ever have to clean him?"
"No. It's always when we're clean. But if he was dirty or sweaty that wouldn't matter. But he's very careful about germs and bacteria and stuff like that, so I don't think it will ever happen."
"Damn. I have so far to go. Right now, it's totally humiliating for me—I get off on that, sure, but yet the act itself isn't something I ever really thought of doing or had any interest in doing. Peter says that I'm very tentative in the way I put my tongue to him."
"So he knows it's difficult for you. Have you communicated that?"
"Oh he knows, for sure. In fact, he told me that one of the things that turns him on the most about me servicing his feet is that he knows it's something I don't enjoy."
"Yet. The operative word is YET. The day may come when you find yourself feeling different about it, even looking forward to it. As for us, the funny thing is that Tommy is also turned on by my feet and he likes to play with them a lot. Just with his fingers, though. At least so far."
"Try to think of it as candy. Really get in there. Lots of wet. I don't have a problem with that because when I go down there my mouth automatically starts to water. You know what might help?"
"What? Anything."
"Practice sucking his fingers. That doesn't bother you, does it?"
"no, not at all. A lot of Doms have put their fingers in my mouth and I just treat them like they're cocks."
"Perfect. then see if you can do a lot of practice that way. Toes are just like fingers. Are his toes ugly or calloused?"
"no. they're smooth. Hey, Dylan, thanks for this advice. I think it might help me. And I know he'll be pleased."
"Tommy's cousin Mike is a Dom and Master and he believes that if a sub or slave isn't pleasing him right, he uses his whip to teach them, to break their resistance and whip them into submission."
"Hot, but after experiencing a lot of discipline that whole idea really scares me. I get enough as it is."
"Well, I don't like the way Mike approaches things, and it's even beginning to bother Tommy. He's trying to get Mike to mellow out more. As it turns out, he has trouble keeping a sub long term."
"I'm not surprised. I don't think I could hang in there if Peter tried to train me "under the lash." The idea is hot, but the reality I think is more than I'd be able to handle."
"you and me both."
"the other thing is that Peter says he is going to use other types of punishments as well. In some ways, that could be worse. For example, he already told me that if I ever slip and call him Master in public when it's not appropriate, he'd wash out my mouth with soap. He even bought some Ivory Soap to use, so just the presence of the soap will cause me to modify my behavior if something comes along."
Dylan giggles.
"what? what's so funny?"
"The other morning I was playing at being a brat and Tommy made me stand in the corner with my hands behind my neck while he cleaned up the kitchen, which is something that I should have been doing."
"how did it make you feel?"
"Like a bad little boy. In fact, when it was all over, I called him "Daddy."
"Does he like that?"
"He thinks it's cute, sure, but like a lot of things, just for a little while. We just keep switching it up. No permanent labels. But I have to tell you, when I look at Tommy, sometimes I think I have an awesome Daddy. Especially when he takes care of things or protects me. It makes me want to melt."
"You guys are so amazing together. I wonder if I'll ever have a relationship like that."
"Well, Sammy, you have to remember that Tommy and I have been best friends since third grade. A lot of things have developed between us over the years. And Tommy has always been protective of me. My home life was awful. thank God I had him. But that's all over with now."
"Is your family coming to the wedding?"
"Absolutely not. They don't even know about it. In fact, Tommy's parents wanted to put a notice in the papers but I asked them not to. I don't want them to know, because one of my brothers might try to do something to ruin it for me. That's what they're like."
"Oh, I'm sorry. didn't know that. So I'm happy for you, that you have Tommy."
"tyler, it's 3:15. Maybe you should get going. wouldn't want you to get another spanking."
"Oh, thanks for reminding me. And thanks for all the advice. I'm sure it will help. I appreciate the fact that we can be friends."
"Me too, dude. Take care."
ELLIOT'S AD GETS A RESPONSE
Much to his surprise, Elliot gets an email responding to his ad only two hours after he posted it. One thing he likes about this website is that it immediately puts people in touch with each other with no game playing, and it's not even necessary to go back to the site to check for responses.
The email has a picture attached. The guy in the picture is somewhat older but very well put together. Blond hair, brown eyes, good physique and an expression on his face that makes Elliot feel like he should immediately fall on his knees.
Here's the message:
Elliot: I like the way you worded your message. Short and to the point. You are looking for someone to take you in hand and train you to be a good boy. Very interested here. I'm 28 and the picture tells you the rest. Can you tell by looking at the picture if you could see yourself kneeling before me and letting me take you in hand? If so, then let's pursue this. I know very little about you other than what you said in your ad, and you know nothing about me other than my interest. Your picture certainly arouses my desire to see more of you and to help you become what you are seeking to become; that is, a houseboy/slave.
And so, we need to get better acquainted. I hate doing this by email and text because it is so tiresome and I've had several experiences where email exchanges never end up resulting in an actual meeting.
This is what I will require to get this whole thing started without wasting any time. I can sense from your picture that you need decisive action. I want to meet you in a neutral semi-private setting, either a coffee shop or a bar (if having a drink would help you relax). To show you that I'm not playing games, Elliot, here is my phone number xxx-xxx-xxxx. We will meet either at Flo's Café in your town during the day or at Saddles some time after 5 pm.
So if you are real and you are really interested in pursuing this with me, call me when you get the guts and we will specify the time and place for our first meeting. I'm not guaranteeing anything, but it certainly is possible that our meeting will result in me bringing you to my home so I can watch your strip and kneel. But first we need to chat about your experience, your story, your needs and your limits.
I look forward to hearing from you soon, boy. It will be fun to get to know you.
Larry Flannery
Elliot prints out the email and reads it several times. He can feel his blood racing and his heart pounding. This is so much more than what he usually experiences, and the idea of meeting somewhere neutral helps him relax. What is there to lose? He dials the number. A man with a deep voice answers.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Sir. This is Elliot. I just got your message."
"Prompt reply. I'm pleased. So obviously you are willing to meet. Coffee or Saddles?"
"Sir, your suggestion that a drink would help me relax is a wise one. Can we possibly meet at Saddles? I am free tonight or any other night this week."
"Well then, boy, let's make it tonight so we don't waste any more time. Make sure you give my name and phone number to a friend, just as a safety measure. I will meet you at Saddles tonight at 6:45 pm. Have supper before meeting me. Wear a button down shirt and a pair of jeans or other pants that aren't ripped."
`Yes, Sir. Thank you. I will look forward to it."
"Tell me how you are feeling right now."
"Excited, Sir, and my hands are shaking, so I'm a bit nervous."
"that is good. So: 6:45. Don't be late, but call me if you get delayed. I've made note of your phone number. If you chicken out, you might be given another chance, but you will be punished for disappointing me tonight. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Sir. I will not chicken out. I am determined."
"That is fine, but talk is cheap. Show me how determined you are by being there on time and dressed as I have instructed you. That is all. Good bye.
"Good bye, Sir."
Larry hangs up. Elliot takes several deep breaths and looks at the clock. It is 4:30. It is going to be a long wait.
END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
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