Chapter 9. More about Tommy
A bit more about his background and the formative influences on his own sexuality.
As a young boy, around 8 years old, he witnessed his 15 yo cousin being thrashed by his father, pants down, a leather strap laying welts across his bottom. He never forgot it, and thought of it often.
He had noticed that despite the severity of the whipping, Mike, the cousin, uttered not a sound, and after his dad left him bent over the railing, he stayed there for a while with a look of pleasure on his face. Tommy also noticed that when he stood up to pick up his pants, his dick was hard.
Tommy's little dick was also hard, and when Mike saw him staring, he smiled at him and limped over to him with a satisfied look on his face. "Did you see all that, little Tommy?" he asked. Tommy shyly nodded his head. "Pappa thrashes me a lot," Mike explains, "and even though it hurts a lot, it also makes me feel good inside. I don't let papa know that because if he did, he probably would stop thrashing me, and I don't want that to happen."
Tommy shyly remarks, "It would make me cry and scream." Mike: "Most guys would, but I've gotten used to it and—now this is our secret---I even enjoy it. And now that it's over, I'm gonna have myself a good wank. Do you know what that is?"
"No, Mike. What is it?"
"Well, you're too young to get it, but come on with me behind the barn and I'll let you watch me do it."
And so, that was Tommy's first introduction to a number of kinky things that would remain with him for a long time to come.
Swim Team. The coach believed in complete "shave-downs" for all the members of the team and ordered the boys to shave each other. He also told the boys that sometimes one or another or them would get hard from the experience, but not to make anything of it. It was normal. Didn't mean they were queer or anything.
When Dylan joined the team his freshman year of college, he was paired with a senior named Austin. Austin did a good job stripping Dylan of his hair, and of course, Dylan was hard as a rock. he never realized how much it would turn him on to be humiliated that way. Not only that, but when Dylan started to shave Austin, and Austin got hard, Dylan could swear that he recognized that dick from his escapades in the library bathroom through the glory hole. He was sure of it, because Austin had a couple freckles on his dick, and Dylan had noticed them when he was blowing him.
The team all got together and they made the freshmen strip again. They did quick "quality checks" on the shaving, and did some touch-ups where necessary. AS usual, a lot of the guys got hard and the upperclassmen teased them a bit. Then, all the boys were blindfolded and forced to sit on their hands with their legs spread. "Now we'll see who among you are the strongest," the guys told the boys.
Suddenly, They felt the guys rubbing some kind of cream into their balls and on their dicks. This time Tommy got hard. Then. all of sudden, the pain started. His balls and cock were on fire. Tommy heard a lot of the guys start to yell. A couple were crying. They took off the blindfolds and the freshmen looked on each other in their painful states. the upperclassmen showed them the tubes of Ben Gay they had used to cover their genitals. The pain kept getting worse and worse until it reached a peak, and then it started to subside. Most of the boys began to masturbate and they were cheered on. Tommy didn't do that. He just wanted to get all that junk washed off him. He took care of himself later on that night, with the usual fantasy of having someone blow him. And now, added to his fantasies, was the thought that he could torture a friend with the ben gay at some time in the future. Maybe even Dylan (now where did THAT thought come from?)
About six months later, the coach told the team it was time for a shave-down again. This time the boys were paired off with peers. Immediately, Tommy and Dylan paired off. They took care of each other, completely embarrassed about the whole thing. Dylan didn't have that big a dick and Tommy almost teased him about it, but he decided to keep his mouth shut and just bide his time. He was the first to shave, and he quickly stripped Dylan bare and then sat back for Dylan to do the same to him. This time, Tommy DID get hard, watching Dylan taking care of his private parts that way. it also seems to Tommy that Dylan was really getting into it and was touching him a lot more than he really needed to. Once again, Tommy stored this in his memory bank of kinky thoughts and fantasies. He was almost going to ask Dylan to blow him, but decided not to. Maybe later, he thought. For Dylan, though, this was a real treat—the only "legal" way he could touch Tommy's dick—the most beautiful dick of all—without being discovered that he wanted that dick so badly.
As usual, Dylan and Tommy would spend a lot of time together. Tommy really loved Dylan but he hadn't used those words in his thoughts. One of the things he liked about his friendship with Dylan was that most of the time, Dylan let him call the shots. Tommy's Dom tendencies were beginning to emerge over the course of their friendship.
Now at first Tommy didn't consider himself to be gay because he wasn't interested in other guys' dicks. He was only interested in his own. And he also began to date girls and had some sexual exploration with them. What He Did LIKE, and it happened quite often, was when he could get a girl to blow him. He began to seek out girls who would do that. Once, in fact, he even was playing with a girl who asked him to spank her. At last, a long sought dream came true. He gave her a good spanking (not really severe at that point) and then got an awesome blow job from her.
He began to seek out her attention more and more, but it turned out that she was a real slut and went after a lot of the guys, so she wasn't often available to him.
Meanwhile, Tommy had his hand occasionally, but not too often. He much rather it be with another person. (He knew for a fact that Dylan jerked off all the time, but he never mentioned it to him.) He once heard someone say that it was getter to get a blow job from a guy than from a girl because the guy knows exactly what felt best. Tommy filed that away often, and, as junior year went on, a lot of the time he began to think of his buddy Dylan and wondering if he could turn him that way. He knew that Dylan was really crazy about him and looked at him like he had hung the moon most of the time. And, of course, Dylan was turning into a real sub to him whenever it came to making decisions about what to do. Interestingly enough, the two of them never really talked about sex at all, and Tommy was hesitant to bring up any of his desires to Dylan, because he didn't want to drive Dylan away if he reacted badly. But the fantasies continued. One other thing: Tommy often caught Dylan staring at him in the showers, and one time he even saw Dylan start to get hard, but Dylan quickly left the shower and got dressed and escaped.
When Dylan told Tommy he was going to quit the team, Tommy wasn't really surprised. Dylan was probably the weakest swimmer of the group. But Tommy was a disappointed, because it was something they could share together, and when they were away on meets, they naturally paired off as roommates. So now Tommy was on his own.
nighttime
Tommy likes to sing a line from a Barry Manilow song to Dylan. . ."As long as I'm standing here, you never have to be afraid." Dylan always sighs deeply.
"Okay, baby. We'll take it slow. Now it's time for sleep. Peaceful sleep. "Okay, Tommy. Thank you for taking such good care of me."
"That's my job, my sweetheart. That's my job. Now take some nice breaths for me and feel me next to you as you drift off . . . slowly . . . . into sweet sleep . . ."
Slowly, Dylan falls asleep.
Morning
Dylan slept soundly after Tommy had helped him fall asleep. When he woke up, he was feeling peaceful and happy. got down and knelt at the side of Tommy's bed, reached under his blanket and found his cock which was just beginning to swell. He put it in his mouth and held it there gently, toying with it with his tongue.
Tommy came awake as he felt something wonderful in his groin. when he came to his senses and saw his naked boy kneeling beside him, making him feel so good, he reached down and ruffled Dylan's hair, put his hand under his chin and said, "Hey, little buddy. Thanks for the wonderful wake-up call. But come up here now."
Dylan slowly rose to lie beside him. Tommy snuggled him and said, "More sleep, boy. More sleep. It's Sunday," and they cuddled together. Dylan was so surprised at this affectionate action of his friend whom he had worshipped from afar for so long. Resting in Tommy's arms, he fell asleep once again.
When at last they awoke for good, Tommy reached down and gently spanked Dylan's ass a bit. Dylan whispered in his ear, "You can spank me all you want, anytime, Sir. But for now, can I suck your cock? Please?" Tommy smiled and pushed D off the bed and said, "Go, boy, suck me slow and gentle this time. Don't choke. Just make love to it." Dylan readily complied, and enjoyed a feast of love until at last, Tommy tightened his hand around Dylan's neck and shot his morning load into the boy's mouth. Boy took it gratefully and then licked the tip of Tommy's cock to clean him off. Tommy giggled and withdrew from his mouth. "enough for now. Let's get cleaned up and I'll take you to the diner off campus for a special breakfast."
They both stood up. Tommy went to get his toothbrush and gave Dylan his. Tommy put on a pair of sweatpants and said to Dylan, "let's go."
The two of them walked to the bathroom. There were only a couple of guys awake to see them both naked. They used the toilets, then brushed their teeth, They too their showers.
Finally, having finished, they left the shower area and began drying themselves. Tommy whispered to Dylan: "Get down and dry my feet with your towel." Dylan looked around to make sure the other guy was still in the shower and knelt down to do what Tommy asked him to do. As soon as he heard the shower turn off, Tommy told him to get up. Tommy smiled an evil smile at him and left the bathroom to go back to the room. Dylan followed at little bit later, naked with the towel around his neck. even though there were a couple more guys walking to the bathroom. Dylan was happy to get back to the room.
They sat together on Tommy's bed and Tommy kept staring at dylan's bare feet. "I have a secret to tell you," Tommy says. "One of your secrets? Oh wow."
"I love your feet, dylan. I always have. They're still smallish with cute little toes and they make you look like such a little boy. Lay down and put them in my lap?"
dylan does what Tommy asks, and once he is peaceful and resting, Tommy begins touching his feet. "Okay that I'm touching you like this?" Tommy asks. dylan answers with two words: "yours, dude."
Tommy starts exploring his feet from his ankles down. He starts on the top and then slides around his toes to caress each one and then to move up the sole of his foot, very carefully because he doesn't want dylan giggling from being tickled. dylan breathes deeply and mumbles from time to time "yours." Finally, Tommy nibbles on dylan's toes, just a little, just to keep him feeling special. dylan tries not to squirm, but thinks to himself about how Tommy keeps managing ways to make love to him without doing the usual things that one guy does to another. He vows to himself that he will continue to surrender in all ways to the great love of his life.
Tommy decides that they will go to the diner for breakfast. After all, it's a special weekend.
the Diner
Tommy looked at . Dylan:. "Let's head out. Put on those yellow shorts, no underpants." He reached into his closet and pulled out his team t-shirt and threw it to . Dylan. "Put this on. Wear my name, little buddy." . Dylan smiled a wicked smile. He tugs on dylan's collar. "Hey, you've marked me as your own." "Precisely. Now put on your flip flops and let's head out. You don't need your wallet or keys."
Dylan did as directed, picked up his phone, and went to the door. "Wait a minute!" Tommy said. "come here." Dylan went and stood before him. "I have an idea.. Meanwhile, Tommy looked through the top drawer of his bureau and pulled out something. "Close your eyes." Dylan obeyed. Tommy took out a tube of BenGay, put some on his fingers. He reached out his hand and stuck it into Dylan's shorts and reached down and rubbed the cream on Dylan's balls. then put the tube away again. The smell was obvious. "Oh shit!" Dylan exclaimed, this is like swim team initiation all over again!"
"You can open your eyes, baby." Dylan started breathing heavily, as the pain and the heat began to turn his balls into two fiery orbits. He looked at Tommy with tears in his eyes. "that should help you center down and realize how you are mine in pleasure and in pain. Get into the right frame of mind. Imagine I just branded you. And while we're at breakfast, imagine I'm holding your balls in my hand and squeezing. Now let's go. Follow me to the car." He turned and left the room. Dylan followed, still breathing heavily. AS Tommy opened the door he turned to Dylan and said, "Be a good boy and try to calm down your breathing." and the two of them headed out to Tommy's car.
Tommy opened the door for his boy and Dylan painfully slipped into the passenger seat and put his head back, gritting his teeth. Tommy got into his seat and turned on the car. "Embrace the pain, boy. It's from me. I've branded you and made you mine." "Damn, you sure did, Sir," Dylan said with a trembling voice. "Good thing I love you."
"Yes it is a good thing, slaveboy." dylan follows Tommy into the diner, trying to walk as if nothing were wrong. Tommy picks a booth for them and they sit down. The waitress comes over. "You boys want coffee?" Tommy: "Yes. And a lot of cream for my boy here." Dylan blushes.
"so," Tommy begins, "I'd like you to tell me all about your sex life, about the things you were always trying to hide from me. Just as you keep your body naked for me, little buddy, you should keep your mind as well. Hold back nothing from me, ever, even if it embarrasses you or you think it might get you into trouble. Understand?" "Yes, sir, but this is difficult. We've never talked much about sex before. I never wanted to because I was keeping this big secret and I didn't want to admit it to you."
"Well, there doesn't have to be any no secrets now. Tell me about what you've been doing."
"Just a bunch of blow jobs here and there. Only once did a guy also blow me. Usually I was just submissive, and I'd jerk myself afterwards if they let me."
"Ever anything kinky?"
"One guy spanked me. I kept squirming in his lap and finally I shot my load all over his legs. He kept spanking me, and that really hurt a lot. When he got done, he made me lick my cum off his legs and crotch. There was another guy who was really into my nipples, pinching and twisting and then chewing on them."
"did you like that?"
Dylan blushes. "At first it was a turn on, but he got too carried away and it just hurt too much. I was sore for days after."
"But it had started to turn you on." dylan nodded. At precisely that moment, the waitress comes with their coffees and she heard what Tommy said. Dylan blushed more.
Waitress "do you know what you're getting?"
Tommy orders: "He'll have blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage. I'll have a cheese omelet with bacon on the side." Dylan looks down. The waitress takes the order and leaves. Tommy looks at him and says "If there's anything you really want to have you'd better make sure you let me know before it's time to order."
"Well, this was easy. You know what I always have when we come here."
"That's right. And the more I know about you, the better I can make sure you're taken care of. Keep that in mind about ALL THINGS, boy. Your job is to be my good boy. My job is to make sure you get everything you need and almost everything you want. You're my responsibility, sweetheart. Almost always have been and now always will be. You're never alone, dylan. I'm always with you either in person or else, right here"—and he reaches out and touches dylan's collar.
"Finally I don't have to hide. I can just be myself. I can look at you deeply. I can love you without hiding it from you. . . . he thinks more . . . Tommy just waits. . . . I can adore you. . . . I can just place myself in your hands and under your will at all times . . . is that what you're thinking or is it too much?"
"it's beautiful. Your submissive nature, which has always been a part of you ever since you were a little boy, is coming to the surface more and more now. Does it frighten you any?"
"No, Daddy. It just keeps feeling so good, so right, so honest and real, just the right way to be with you, my love."
Dylan looks down and hesitates. "Come on, boy, out with it? Is that one of your fantasies?" I've read a lot of stories about submission on line. I found an "authoritarian" site and there's a lot on there, about Dom/sub and Master/slave relationships. Some of it I like but most of the time it isn't about stuff I'd want to do. I sent you a couple stories that I really liked. But most of it isn't a turn on."
"Why is that?"
"Because the dom guys or Masters always seem to be so mean and degrading. It's like they really never care about the sub boys or they think they're less than human."
"You are more than human to me, dylan. You are my angel. An angel for me to care for, to love. An angel that makes me feel like the luckiest Master in the world. And besides that, you're my buddy, Dylan. That never changes. You just happen to be my special buddy who NEEDS to be submissive to me. Aren't you?"
More blushing. "Yes, Sir, but you know how I feel about you?"
"Do I? Are you sure? Why don't you tell me?
"Youre my best friend. and . . . and . . . I love you a whole lot . . . and I like it that you take charge so much . . . "
"And?"
"And, damn, this is embarrassing."
"Dylan, I love you. I have always loved you and I always will love you and nothing you could ever tell me would make me love your less or think less of you. Your desires are important to me as well, even the most secret and the most embarrassing ones as well. And if you can't tell me everything now, that's fine. You'll tell me things when you're ready to. It's just that I'm not really sure how to love you in a sexual way, but I really want to. I want to be the fulfillment of all your desires if that is possible. But I need your help, sweetheart. I need you to show me how to love you the way that will make you happiest.
"Well, ever since we shaved each other for the team and I got to see all of your cock and shave around it, all I've ever been able to think of is how much I want to make your cock feel as good as possible with my hands and my mouth. I guess I could say that I've been hungry for your cock, Tommy. I guess I could say that I've been hungry for all of you, every single inch of you. And yes, I want to serve you like the subs in the stories we read to, like the slaves, but I also want it to be an expression of my love for you, not just because I'm a sick faggot or someone inferior to you, but just because I look up to you so much, and always have, and it's only you who have ever cared to keep me safe. I want to show you with my body how grateful I am to you. I want to be yours forever, just like people do when they decide to marry each other. Tommy, you're my hero . . . " (he whispers) "and my Master."
"Thank you for saying those things to me. I've been reading the stories you send me and they give me ideas of things I want to do, but I can't do anything that would make you feel like a dirty pervert. I just want to be whatever it is you need me to be, even if that means I have to get dressed up in leather, even if sometimes you want me to slap you around or spit on you, as long as I know you want it and it will turn you on. I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. I can tie you up and torture you like an Indian captive or a victim of pirates, or any of the things we've always played, but even more so because now we can touch each other any way we want to. Isn't that awesome, how much fun we can have for each other?
They start to eat and Tommy continues the conversation while they're eating
"As soon as the semester is over, we're gonna find an apartment. A very private apartment where I don't have to turn music on to make noise with you."
"I have a lot of fantasies about being spanked, but only with you doing it, Tommy."
"I'm going to have to some research before I lay a hand on your butt. I want to find out the best way to do it, and a way that is safe and will satisfy you."
"You'll do that for me?" "dylan, I'd do anything for you that makes you happy. You know my cousin Mike? He's seriously into this stuff, sometimes as Dom and sometimes as sub. I once saw him getting thrashed good and hard by his father with a belt, and he was actually smiling through the whole thing. He's a real painpig, I think. But he knows how to dish it out, too. I think I'm going to pay him a visit and get some pointers from him."
"Wow."
"What?"
"The idea of having someone else seeing me that way."
"Oh, I'm not bringing you, dylan. I'm not going to let him demonstrate on you like you're some kind of lab rat. He and I communicate well with each other. He's the one who taught me how to jerk off. We communicate good. I'm sure he can help without any hands-on demonstrations."
dylan giggles.
The waitress comes to take their plates. Tommy askes for coffee refills and more cream for Dylan.
"Can I ask another question?"
"Sure, baby. Anything."
"I love it so much, the words you're using now for me. Words you've never used before. "Baby, sweetheart, boy, slaveboy. What about when we get married?"
Tommy hands the waitress his credit card.
"Nothing changes, sweetheart. We go where things lead us. And the whole world will know we are bonded together."
"Tommy, can I go pee?"
"Can you hold it until we get home?"
"um...I guess so, Sir."
"Good. Hold it for me. We'll pee together when we get back to the dorm."
"Yes, sir."
"And I really want you to watch my dick when I do it. Watch the piss coming out of my dick, boy."
"Yes, sir."
"turn on?"
"Definitely, Sir. I've always liked to listen to you piss. Your stream is so strong."
Waitress bring back the card and bill. Tommy signs for it.
"Come on, Dylan. Let's get going."
"yes, Sir."
They leave. In the car, Tommy asks, "How are your balls now, boy?"
"just a little warm. I know you marked me. I know I belong to you."
"you got that right, little one." Dylan goes to hug Tommy but then stops himself so no one can see them. So Tommy reaches out and puts him into a real bear hug, not caring who can see. He wants the whole world to know they're together.
So they get back to the dorm and Tommy heads right into the small private toilet closet on the first floor for visitors and pulls Dylan in with him.
"Sit down and piss, boy." Dylan looks at him with a puzzled expression. Tommy reaches to pulls down dylan's pants and gently pushes him onto the toilet. "I read somewhere that subs aren't allowed to piss standing up, so I think you shouldn't either, baby." Dylan lets his piss flow and looks adoringly into Tommy's eyes, understanding the way he was just humiliated, and with a deep breath, takes it in. "Yes, Sir." "Good boy. Accept your state in life even when I'm not around. Know that you are sitting down because you are mine and that's the way I want it."
"Wow" is all he can say. He finishes pissing, and just in time, because he finds himself getting hard as he hears what Tommy is telling him. He finishes. "Spread your legs, boy." dylan obeys. Tommy takes out his cock and starts to pee between dylan's legs. Some of it gets on dylan and it makes dylan breathe heavily. "Just marking my property, kid, " he says with a mischievous smile. Dylan thinks he looks adorable and he loves to be seeing Tommy piss from this angle.
Tommy flushes the toilet and then, taking Dylan by the arm, he stands him up.
"You dirty boy! Pissy pants!" Tommy smiles at him. dylan's dick is pushing against its cage trying to get hard, but he can't.
"Tommy, I feel like my whole life has changed."
"Well it has, but we're still best buds, Dylly. don't forget that. My life is changing too, don't you forget. We're both learning more about our identities."
"Yes, Sir." Dylan takes his toothbrush, and goes to put on his flip flops. he leaves the room and goes to brush his teeth. While he's brushing, one of their teammates comes into the bathroom, says Hi, and goes to take a piss. dylan closes his eyes and listens to the sound, but doesn't look. That wouldn't be wise. The guy finishes up, puts himself away.
"You okay, dylan?"
"Yeah, Phil. I just didn't get enough sleep last night, I guess."
"Well, go have a nap if you can."
"Good idea. Later, dude."
dylan goes back to the room and finds Tommy on the phone. He sits on his bed. Big yawn.
"It's wild, Mike. I never thought I'd get so into it so quickly, but dylan's been revealing more and more to me about his submissive desires. I'm just worried I might go too far too fast. . . . now? . . .. . . . . . you and me? . . . . no, I'd rather not have dylan with me . . . that's cool. Sure. I could come over now. Great. Thanks, cousin. I really appreciate it. See you in a few." He hangs up.
dylan looks at him inquisitively. "I was just talking to Mike about what's been happening with us. I told him I feel like I need some expert advice about things, how to proceed, what to do, and things like that. I'm going to go over there to spend some time with him now, maybe get a few ideas, maybe learn some things. What will you do while I'm gone?"
"Get started on a paper and probably have supper in the cafeteria for a change. I'll be okay. Don't worry about me."
"that's my job. Weird how protective I feel about you. More than ever."
"Tommy, you've always been protective of me. But now it's different because of the new aspects of things we've opened up, and because you're starting to think of me as a kind of submissive."
"Or better yet, as my boy, dylan."
"Again, I've always felt that way. But now it's all out in the open and it's so hot! So say hi to Mike for me, okay?"
"I will. And call me if you need to, about anything at all."
"Okay, buddy. Good luck!"
END OF CHAPTER NINE
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