Chapter 45. Another waiter becomes a friend.
Tommy decides he wants to take Dylan to lunch to a special café he likes. He helps Dylan get dressed because Dylan is still a little spacey after the morning's activities. Tommy practically pours Dylan into the car and off they go.
"Feel so good, baby," coos Dylan.
"I'm glad," says Tommy, "because if you felt lousy now we would have to rethink the entire BDSM thing."
"You'd do that?" asks Dylan, a little surprised. "Of course I'd do it. I wouldn't want to be responsible for doing anything at all to you that would end up having you feel bad," answers Tommy, taking dylan's hand and kissing it.
"Tommy, you could do anything you want to me except for one thing."
"Verbal," says Tommy as soon as he hears what Dylan was saying.
"you know,. . . " Tommy cuts him off. "I know what verbal abuse does to you. I spent almost my whole childhood on into high school to see examples almost every day of what verbal abuse did to you. I'd never ever do that," he explains as he reaches out and messes up dylan's hair.
"But you have some pet names you call me," counters Dylan.
"Any you don't like?"
"um . . . no."
"Sure?"
"Oh. I know: Dilly. Makes me feel like you're calling me a girl."
"Oh, I'm not, but you know something, Dylan? I wonder what you would look like if a real make-up artist were to play with your face and see what they'd come up with. That might be hot!"
"That's funny, says Dylan, because I absolutely could not picture you with make-up on."
Tommy chuckles. "You know, I'm thinking, it might be fun. . . "
"Do NOT finish that sentence!"
"No?" asks Tommy.
"No."
"OMG" shouts Tommy. "that is the first time in my life that you actually said NO to something I was thinking of us doing."
"That's because I knew you were making that up just to get to me! So my NO doesn't count." They ride quietly for a little while and then Dylan says to Tommy,"and yet . . . "
Tommy laughs out loud. "Maybe, boy."
"Yes, Sir."
They get to the lovely little café Tommy had in mind and go inside. Dylan says he's surprised they've never been there together before. "I was saving it up for a special time," explains Tommy.
Dylan looks puzzled. "This is a special time?"
"Sure. A whole day together without having to have anyone else around."
Dylan smiles at him with his hero-worshipping smile. (His usual smile, actually, when he's with Tommy.)
"Thank you for putting that hook in the ceiling," Dylan says in his subbie voice.
"You enjoyed that, eh?"
"Yes, Sir, I liked it a lot, but my hands get drained of blood so quickly."
"We'll save it for other special times, other brief special times. And you know what else?"
"What, baby?"
"I don't think I will want to blindfold you again. I really need and want to see your eyes. They tell me so much. Today I felt like I was doing a lot of guessing."
"They were trying to ask you to kiss me. I wanted lots and lots of kisses while you had me hanging like that. The hardest part about is that I couldn't give any non-verbal feedback."
Tommy answers, "You subs, you're always trying to control things from the bottom!" They both crack up.
The waiter comes over to give them water and menus and says to Dylan, "I really like your collar."
"OMG," says Dylan, "I forgot I still had it on."
"Leave it on," says Tommy.
As soon as the waiter walks away Dylan says, "Yes, Sir."
"I thought you wanted to wear it all the time," observes Tommy.
"I do, I guess, but that would mean I have to put with the attention I attract."
"Just like tyler and markus, only they don't have a choice; they can't take theirs off."
"Good point."
"Well, boy, I'm beginning to like seeing you with it on, so you might be wearing it almost all the time."
"Just how I look or because of what it represents?"
"Wise question. Actually, it's some of both. You know, when we were kids and I'd always end up tying you up, I always wanted to do something to you when you were like that, like maybe tickle you somewhere or poke you in different places, something like that. Once I was thinking of taking off your shoes and socks and tickling your feet."
"I wish you had done something like that. One day I was actually going to ask you to spank me while you had me tied up. Would you have done it?"
"mmmmm I'm not sure. Or if I did it would be very light."
"Well, at the time you had no idea that I would end up turning into a pain pig. Hey, I wonder if there is any connection between what happened at home and my kinky desires now?"
"Something for you ask Dr. Michael, maybe."
"But it's a different kind of pain."
"Yes, dear, I know," intones Tommy.
"You were so mean today," Dylan teases.
Tony chuckles. "Well, look at how quickly I got you to safeword!" Dylan looks shocked.
"Is that what your aim was with all those . . . . hey, no fair!!!!!"
"Um, last time I checked, boy, I am the one who decides what is and what isn't fair! But I promise that next time will be a lot slower."
"Okay, then you're forgiven." The waiter is very attentive. Or is it, perhaps, that he is enjoying catching snippets of their conversation. Finally, after the second check-back, Tommy decides to nail the guy a bit.
"So tell me something, Jacob (the waiter's name), how would you see yourself in the future, the one wearing the collar or the one with me calling the shots?"
Jacob turns beet red. "I've worn one. But just for a little while back in high school."
"You're out of high school already? You don't look that old." observes Dylan.
"Yes indeed. College junior this coming year."
"Oh, well thank God you're legal with Tommy talking like that!" Tommy introduces them both and tells Jacob about their coming wedding.
Jacob congratulates them.
Dylan is inquisitive. "Your wore a collar back in high school?"
"Short relationship," explains Jacob.
"Do you regret it? Wearing the collar, I mean?" asks Tommy.
"Not really, but if I ever do it again it will have to be with someone who knows what he's doing." answers Jacob.
"So that first time was not very good," notes Dylan.
"No."
"Sorry to hear that," remarks Dylan. "Now you're older and wiser, and there is a good community of people around who know the score, so things will look up for you, I'm sure. Once you make a couple of good connections."
"That's good news. thanks for telling me." Jacob walks away to tend to other duties.
Dylan turns to Tommy, "So who do you have in mind to take care of this puppy?"
"I have no idea of what you're thinking," deflects Tommy.
"I don't even know who's around. All of our friends in this scene are in couples."
"Well maybe we'll meet other singles if we ever go to that club people are talking about."
"Could be, but there are several gay bars in the area. Jacob should be able to find someone there once he hits 21."
"Either that, or join the swim team." jokes Tommy. They both laugh. Tommy asks Jacob if he goes to the same school as he and Dylan do. He does, but he's a commuter. That makes it difficult. Finally, Tommy gives him a card. "Send us a text next week or so. We will probably end up having some kind of social event and we'll do our best to invite some single guys." And two of our best friends are also collared subs."
"Hey, maybe I can ask you: what's the difference between a sub and a slave?"
Tommy tries to answer. "A lot of it has to do with the lifestyle and the amount of dom/sub contact they actually have. And some of it has to do with the specific interests someone has. It's complicated. Our two friends are definitely slaves. They live with their Masters. They are kept naked most of the time. There is a while set arrangements of details for meals, housekeeping, laundry, etc. And the Masters make most of the decisions and plan what they're going to do. And, like I said, slaves tend to be open to many more things than other people do."
"Pretty good description, Tommy, but according to that am I a sub or am I a slave?" He gives Tommy a snide look because he knows he has Tommy trapped now.
Tommy easily takes the bait. "Jacob, in many ways we're unique. For one thing, we've been best friends since grade school. And even when we were kids, I was always kind of like the dom. I made all the decisions; Dylan always went along with what I said. No sex or anything like that. But just in general."
Dylan takes over. "And then, just this past semester, our eyes were opened and we realized that the love we felt for one another was actually gay love. That's why we're getting married now when we're still so young. We've been together for 0ver 10 years already."
"What a neat story! But, as for dom/sub, Master/slave?"
Tommy takes over."it's actually either/or and both/and."
Dylan starts to say something but then stops.
Tommy turns to him, "What were you going to say? Come on, tell us."
Dylan takes a deep breath. "But it's starting to lean a little bit more towards the slave side. But let's see what happens after we are married."
"Yeah," says Tommy, "never a dull moment. So get to know us. We're trying to pull together as much of our community as we can."
"Sure thing, guys, thanks for the invite. I'll get in touch next week." They get up to leave; Jacob comes back with a piece of paper with his contact info on it.
On the way home in the car, Tommy is subdued and Dylan knows from experience that he is mulling something over in his mind that he's having trouble trying to figure out. He puts his hand behind Tommy's head and rubs his neck a bit. Tommy turns to smile at him and there is a tear running down his cheek. Dylan takes his finger and wipes the tear from his boyfriend's face and puts his finger in his mouth.
"Salty," he says, trying to get Tommy to crack a smile.
"So are you really leaning more towards slave?" he asks his boy.
"I'm already there, dude," answers Dylan. Look at us. I'm addicted to your cock. I suck it whenever you tell me to. I give you my ass for your pleasure. I crave you in me. You've locked mine up and you have total control over when I can get hard even, or when I get to cum. You keep me naked even sometimes when we have friends around. I willingly crawl across the floor to you to suck your feet. I have nothing of my own. Everything comes from you. You take total care of me. You make all our decisions. All of me belongs to you. You tie me up and spank me, whip me, cane me, cover me with clothespins until I cry or beg you to stop. Soon you are legally tying me to yourself and already I am using your name instead of my own. You know ever single one of my secrets and you make all decisions about how to handle me and what to expect of me. Everybody we know knows that I belong to you. You gave ma golden slave collar that can never be removed, and now I am wearing a leather one and the sight of it turns you on so of course I'll just keep wearing it except when we're with your parents. Our parents, because they have taken me into their care as well. There is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you, nothing at all. And every single time I look at you and see your face and your eyes I want to fall down and worship you. You are my hero. I wouldn't know how to even exist without you. You have rescued me from terrible circumstances and do everything in your power to make sure that I am safe and protected. You are the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about when I fall asleep at night. I am totally devoted to you and want to belong to you forever. You piss on me to mark me as yours and sometimes you give it to me to taste and I am not ashamed of that at all. I would drink it all from you, Tommy, if you would let me. You could tattoo your name anywhere on my body and I would wear it with pride. Hell, you could even brand me if you wanted to, although I know that is something you would never want to do because you wouldn't want to hurt me that way. But it doesn't matter, Tommy. You have branded your name inside my heart and I want to be in chains for you and the pain I have had to endure at the hands of nasty and mean people has turned me into someone who often can't settle down and be at peace unless I get more of it, but from you and only from you. You know I have acted like a slut in the past but that doesn't seem to matter to you because you have made me into your slut now, your exclusive slut and lover and sex slave. But I am not your slave only in the bedroom but everywhere and anywhere. One look from you and I fall to the ground and bow to you because you are the most awesome force in the universe to me and I wish I could spend my entire life under your feet. So maybe we don't need a label, sweetheart, but you know that all of this is true. It is our truth. I love you, I adore you, I need new words to describe how I feel about you. So what am I? Some guys say I should be called a slave because that is the way they think. What matters to me is simply that I be whatever it is you want me to be."
Tommy pulls off to the side of the road and responds. "Everything you have just said to me turns me on so much that I am having trouble keeping this car on the road. Everything you have just said to me makes me so unbelievably happy and I feel like I am the luckiest guy in the whole world to be the one you love so much, and I promise you that nothing can ever come between us and nothing can ever take away the awesome gift you give to me simply by being alive. I hated it all those years when I knew you were going to be in a place where you weren't loved and cherished. I used to cry myself to sleep at night alone in my room wishing I could just kidnap you and keep you close to me all the time. Yes, I love seeing you in your slave collar, and I love the way you are always there to give me pleasure, and not only sexual pleasure but a deeper pleasure than that because you have allowed me to possess you, to be your guy, to dominate you in all ways, to care for you, to cherish you, to own you, to be your Master. Master of your heart which means so much more than just being Master of your body. But being Master of your body is such a fucking wonderful thing, Dylan, so yes, you are my slave and you will be my husband and you will be naked for me and at the end of my whip and Goddam, I never thought I would want something like that too, never thought of it at all until that first night in our room when you stripped yourself and knelt down in front of me and took me in your mouth and I knew then and there that I had to have every single inch of your flesh and your heart and your mind. And Dylan?
" Yes, Master, what is it that you want? "
"I want you to be naked, right now."
Dylan pulls off his clothing and curls up on the seat, offering Tommy his bare flesh. "This is how it should be always, Sir. You dressed and me naked. I wish I could be naked for you at the wedding for all to see how much you own me and how much it all means to us."
"Boy, sit up straight and spread your legs." Dylan obeys, breathing heavily. Tommy pulls out into the road again and drives with one hand while the other hand takes hold of dylan's balls and squeezes them causing Dylan to breathe through his teeth and moan.
"Yours, Master, yours. All yours."
They pull up to the house. Tommy gets out of the car and opens the front door of the house and beckons for Dylan to come inside, and when he does, Dylan picks him up and throws him over his shoulder and brings him into the bathroom and causes him to kneel.
"I heard everything you said before," he says to Dylan, and I want to prove to you how much I love you and possess you, in ways that hardly anyone we know would ever understand." He takes out his cock and puts it into dylan's mouth. "Drink your Master, slave!" It takes a couple minutes for him to get started, but then his strong flow enters dylan's mouth and throat and he gulps it down while Tommy holds his head still, and when Dylan has taken it all, he begins to suck his Master's dick until it hardens and he gives his beloved the best blow job he has ever given him. Tommy strips himself after he cums, and then brings Dylan into the bedroom and orders him to lick every inch of his body, a command which Dylan eagerly obeys as an act of worship.
They spend the rest of the day exploring and loving and touching and kissing and rolling together on the bed, and as it grows dark, Dylan jumps onto Tommy's back and Tommy carries him to the kitchen and then orders him to make grilled cheese sandwiches for them.
Tommy eats his first while Dylan lies on the floor kissing and licking his feet. Then he had Dylan kneel up and he feeds the boy his sandwich from his own fingers, one piece at a time.
Eventually they end up watching a movie, Tommy on the couch, Dylan on the ground between his legs, blankets over each of them, until the movie is over and Tommy wraps him up in a blanket and carries him into the bedroom. Dylan falls asleep while Tommy is balls deep within him. A sweet day has come to an end and they've bared their souls to each other in the most delicious way possible.
END OF CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
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