Date: Sun, 18 Jun 2023 10:28:56 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Tommy Loves His sub-27 Chapter 27. Dylan gets the strap Tommy takes Dylan by the hand and says, "I have to go somewhere, pup. Come with me." Dylan follows, immediately suspecting that something . . um, , interesting is going to happen shortly. They get in the elevator. Tommy pushes "B" for Ba. Now Dylan knows what's in store. He looks at Tommy and licks his lips. Tommy is looking very excited. The elevator arrives at the basement. As the doors open and they start to leave, who should be coming in, but Frank!!!!!!! They take a look at each other and laugh. "It's not nearly as active down here now that you've become an honest man!" says Frank, but then quickly, "I'm only kidding, Tommy. Only kidding." "Well," smirks Tommy, "I decided I wanted to check this place out for myself." "The coast is clear," says Frank. No one is in there. And as he turns to get on the elevator he cries out, "Hey Tommy! Can I have a shot when you're done with him! Just like old times?" Tommy does NOT think this is funny, but has a hard time holding back a little grunt. They go inside. "Check out both sides," Dylan says. "Pick the one you will like the best." Tommy looks back and forth and then goes and locks the door. "Damn, boy, I wanna SEE you sucking me! I waited for years for this. Get down on your knees, right here! Dylan isn't surprised. He couldn't really see Tommy going through with being blown through a hole in the wall. He drops to his knees and reaches up to open Tommy's pants. Tommy lets him do all the work. It doesn't take long for him to get very hard. "Kneel up straight, Dylan. I wanna fuck your face like I did that first night you sucked me off. Hard and deep, me controlling when you breathe!" And he does. All the way down. Several times. The last time he quickly shoots his load down dylan's throat. This had him so hot that he couldn't hold off. Oops! Someone's trying to get in the room. The door jiggled. "We'll be out in a sec!" Tommy yells out. He helps Dylan to stand. dylan's face is a mess. Tears, snot, and that cataphonic look he gives off when he slips down into subspace. Tommy quickly cleans him off and they unlock the door and open it. Who stands on the other side, but Adrian! `You gonna use that slut in every men's room on campus?" he asks. Tommy doesn't offer an answer. Meanwhile, Dylan is leaning on his side like a scared little boy. Tommy's hand has turned into a fist. "At least you could thank me for opening up the cocksucker's useless throat for you!" Tommy turns full on, ready to throw a punch. He sees red. he flashed back to the time in the school yard when the biggest guy in the school was starting to make Dylan cry. He advances. Dylan pops back into reality. "Tommy! No!!!!! please!!!!" he touches Tommy on the back. Tommy stops advancing. Adrian had started to back off, but when he sees Dylan getting to Tommy, he just turns his back and walks into the bathroom. Tommy turns around and buries his head in Dylan's chest. Dylan holds him tightly. Tommy is half-crying. "Damn it, Dylan, I fucking swear! if any one ever tried to do anything to you at all, anything, I swear, I'm gonna lose all control!" Dylan strokes his lover's head. "I know, my love, I know. I love you. thank you for keeping me safe." Dylan drives home because Tommy is still a bit enervated. When they get home, there is a strange car in the driveway. A Volvo XC90 recharge hybrid. Blue. Something like Tommy's but Tommy is simply gasoline. "I don't see anyone in the car," observes Dylan. "I wonder who's here?" "I'll go in the house to see if anyone got in. Maybe a workman or something." Dylan is quick on the draw: "I doubt some workman is going to have a car like that!" And all of a sudden, Tommy comes back out the house with a big smile on his face. "No one's in the house, baby, so I guess we should just keep the car for ourselves!" It suddenly dawns on Dylan what is going on. "Tommy . . . no. . . no Tommy . . . " "What's the fuss all about?" "You'll be getting your license next week. You need a car. I want you safe. WE can afford it!" "Pop was going to give me a car as a wedding present." "I know, answers Tommy, but I decided to get you one myself. Dad is okay with it." "It's beautiful! Oh, baby. You should take this one and I'll take the other one." "No, Dylan. this one is yours. Besides, after looking over their webpage, I decided I'd turn this one in as well. I'm getting the same as yours, except mine is Silver." "Can we take it for a drive now?" "Of course we can, sweetheart. But maybe a little snack first? Huh?" "Good idea, cause otherwise I just might faint from excitement!" agrees Dylan. Hand in hand they walk into the house. Dylan strips and Tommy takes him by the hand into the kitchen and tells him to kneel down by the table. He takes a banana about 6 inches long, and peels it. "Open your mouth, Dylan!" Tommy slowly slides the banana into Dylan's mouth with one hand while squeezing his nipple with the other hand. `Open that throat, boy!" He gets it almost all the way in before Dylan chokes a little. He pulls it halfway out. "Bite it and eat it!" Dylan chews on the banana while Tommy takes the other half, that was almost all the way in dylan's mouth, and he eats that piece while messing up dylan's hair. "Damn, I fucking love playing with you, dude." He helps Dylan stand up again and they embrace and kiss. Dylan drinks from Tommy's mouth and purrs at the same time. "So get dressed again and we'll go for a ride in your new car." Tommy helps him get dressed and they head back out to the car. Tommy hands him the keys. they get in and sit and sniff loudly—they love the smell of new cars. And off they go. Dylan takes it down the highway, enjoying the performance of this lovely vehicle. "I signed you up for a driving test Tuesday at 4 pm," Tommy informs him. "the sooner you get your license, the sooner you won't have to hang out at school waiting for me to finish. Maybe even you can come home and cook dinner for me, boy." "that's fine as long as you like grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner until I get a chance to pick up some recipes from the Internet." "I'll get mom to email you some of hers." "that'll be great. We'll feel like we're eating back at home." "We'll be eating at OUR home, baby. But make sure you wear an apron when you're cooking. Don't want you to get burns on your baby smooth skin." "I like being naked for you when you're not," admits Dylan. "It's a big change since high school, that's for sure. You were always so modest." "I was always hiding bruises." "well, not all the time. I remember one night you took off your shirt and I was shocked to see how beat up you were. I wanted to hold you in my arms even back then. And you always used to just tell me that you and your brothers liked to rough-neck a lot and that they got it as much as you did." Dylan says, "Dylan!" First time he ever used his safe word. "sorry," says Tommy. "thanks for safewording, baby." He leans over and kisses Dylan on the cheek. "Mom sent out the wedding invitations Monday afternoon, and we're already getting responses. A lot of team members and a couple names I don't recognize. Must be friends of yours." "Friends from my abnormal psych class. We had a big discussion about homosexuality one day in class and I came out to them. A few had some interesting questions to ask me." "Such as?" "Such as, have I ever been with a girl? When I said no, one of the guys wanted to know how I know for sure I'm gay if I haven't tried it. I answered how did he know he was straight if he hadn't tried it with a guy. The whole class cracked up! Then Sue asked what was the hardest part about being gay when I was young." "what did you answer?" "Hiding if from my best friend who I thought was straight, and being in love with him from middle school on. She asked if that's the guy I'm marrying, and I told her it is. I also told her that he thought he was straight and even had sex with a couple of women, but underneath it all he was in love with me too but was kind of in denial about it." "Denial. Shit yeah!" "Tommy, what if you had really known you loved me? Would you have taken a chance and initiated something with me then?" "that's a hard question to answer. Do you remember that night when you p pulled me into the bathtub with my clothes on?" "Sure did. That was so fucking funny." "And we both ended up naked, us little hairless boys, and Dad dressed us in robes and we fell asleep together?" "Oh yeah, I remember that. I woke up snuggled against you and you had your arm around me." "Well, I have a confession to make." "What, Tommy?" "I got hard from that. Kinda scared me. I sure didn't want you to know." "We were too young to be much aware back then." "yeah, but I wondered about that for a long time afterwards, especially when I started jerking off." "I remember those j/o sessions with us in the bunkbeds, listening to each other. I was so frustrated. I wanted to jump down and see you doing it to yourself." "shit! Remember when Mom came into the room to wake us up one morning, and we hadn't picked up the tissues from the floor! I was so fucking embarrassed." "Yeah, but she didn't say a word about it. But the next day, there was a new wastepaper basket by the side of the beds!" They both laughed. "Turn around and drive us home, boy. You got me turned on again." Dylan smiles a big smile and heads back home, eager for what was sure to happen. On the way home, they talk a bit about the party. "By the way," Tommy mentions, "I'm going to completely dress you for the party." Dylan thinks about this for a while, "But, please Tommy, can my ass be sore so I remember I'm your sub?" "That can be arranged. A good spanking tonight should do the trick." "It will have to be really good then. Maybe with your belt?" "On one condition." "what's that, Sir?" "That you will cum before I spank you. THEN we'll see how sore you really want to be." Dylan gulps. "wait . . . so that means you'll unlock me, Sir?" "Yes. I plan to. I want to jerk you off, boy. And besides, I want to shave you again. I want you in little boy skin for the party, especially if I decide to strip you in front of everyone." "I'm yours, Sir. Do whatever you want with me." "I intend to. We're going to have a lot of fun after supper tonight." . . . . . supper is finished. Tommy unlocks Dylan and takes him into the bathroom. Tommy gets dylan's body razor and shaving cream and has him sit on the toilet with his legs spread wide. Dylan looks into Tommy's eyes while Tommy is shaving him bare. "This is better than cowboys and Indians!" Tommy is enjoying himself. Dylan is hard as a rock with all the attention he's getting. "Okay, boy. Hold on a minute." Tommy goes inside and brings back collar, cuffs and links. He collars his slave and attaches his wrists to the back of the collar. This gives him a clear shot at the boy's armpits. "Underneath all your clothes tomorrow night, I want you completely stripped bare," he says, beginning to shave the hair from the boy's pits. When finished, he spread baby oil over all the areas he has shaved, and also coats dylan's cock with the oil and strokes it a couple times. then he unclips the boy's wrists, steps back and leans up against the sink console. "Okay, slave. Keep your eyes on mine and don't look around." Tommy begins to jerk him off for the first time in well over a week. "See, boy? That cock belongs to me. I love you and I own you. You are mine. All of you. Even your cock which I can touch any time I want, but you can't. Especially your ass, boy. Tonight I'm going to spank and whip your ass like the slaveboy you are. I'm going to give you such a whipping that you'll be remembering it for days to come. When I hold you in bed tonight, you will be in pain. Good slave pain. What you need, boy." and he continues talking until Dylan yells out "I'm gonna cum!" Tommy takes a warm wash cloth and wipes the boy's dick clean. "Go get my strap and crawl to me with it!" Tommy commands with an evil smile on his face. He goes to sit on the side of the bed. Dylan is trembling with excitement even though he has just drained himself. Can he really go through with this now? He hopes he can. He gets the strap, gets down on the floor, puts it between his teeth and crawls to his Master. Tommy feasts himself on the sight. He is now naked and very hard as well. Dylan gets hard again as he is crawling to Tommy. He gets to the bed and gives the strap to his lover. "Feet!" Tommy commands. Dylan immediately drops his head down to the ground and kisses Tommy's feet like the good sub he is. When Tommy is satisfied, he says "up," fastens dylan's wrists to the collar again and has him crawl up to the bed and get into position, his chest down and his ass up. "Whose ass is this?" Tommy asks. "Yours, Master. Teach me that I belong to you." Tommy starts slapping his boy's ass, and doesn't take too long to start slapping really hard, hearing Dylan grunt and whimper a bit. "Calm down, boy, we're just getting started. Who do you belong to?" "You, Master, this slave belongs to you. Completely. Ouch!" Tommy is surprised how much Dylan is taking. Finally, his hands sore, he decides it's time to see how he can take the strap. He picks it up, swishes it through the air a couple times, and then swipes it down on the boy's ass, again and again, picking up severity. Dylan moans and whimpers and finally begins to cry out as the strap is lashed harder than ever against him, laying stripes up and down the boy's tender bottom. Dylan cries out, "I love you. I love you. I am yours, Tommy. I belong to you." He begins to cry a bit and as soon as this happens, Tommy stops whipping him and runs his finger tips over the welts he has written on the boy's ass. Dylan breathes through his teeth and whimpers more. "Yes, Dylan.You are mine. You belong to me. I own your ass, boy." Then he unclips dylan's wrists and falls down on the bed with him and holds him tenderly, letting Dylan cry his eyes out in a wonderful experience of total release as he slips deeply into sub space. They lie there for a while, then Tommy takes the Vitamin E ointment with aloe and rubs it into dylan's whipped butt. Dylan moans, lost in the sensations of hot and cool, sore and soothed. This continues for a while until Tommy tells Dylan to kneel between his legs. Tommy is hard and leaking. He doesn't wait for Dylan to ask anything because he's pretty sure that Dylan doesn't have any words left at this time. He says a single word, "Cocksucker!" Dylan goes to it, worshipping Tommy's groin, his balls and his cock, licking up his precum, then sliding his cock into his mouth as he begins making love to this guy who has been the most important person in his life since he has been a little boy. he takes his time. Tommy plays with his hair, runs his hands through it and soothes the back of his head as Dylan continues to use his mouth to bring Tommy all the pleasure he possibly can. "I'm gonna shoot, boy. Swallow me, dylan!" Tommy has an awesome orgasm and dylan drinks his fill of his Master, then stays there kneeling until Tommy is ready to move again. "Bathroom." He helps dylan stand and walks him into the bathroom and they stand together and both pee into the toilet while Tommy runs his hand over dylan's ass. When they have finished, Tommy orders, "kneel and clean me. drain my dick of any piss, boy. lick the tip clean." Dylan does this thing for Tommy, something he will never ever want to tell anyone else he does, it is so humiliating in a kinky way. They go back to the bed. Tommy has Dylan lie flat out on his back (with a pillow beneath his very sore ass), and then puts the cage back on his boy's dick and locks it shut. "Mine." "Yours." "Go get us a bottle of water." Dylan walks gingerly, very sore, gets the water and brings it back. Tommy opens the bottle and places the tip of it in Dylan's mouth. "drink." And then he drinks as well and sets the bottle aside. "Come to bed, sweetheart. Lie in my arms on your tummy." He gets underneath the covers and then Dylan carefully does as well. They lie together. "I'm proud of you, Dylan. I hope you're proud of yourself as well." `yes, Sir. I took it all, every bit as much as I said I wanted." "You're a tough little guy! Are you happy now, sweetheart?" "Very happy, Tommy. You always make me happy." His last words before slipping off into a deep sleep, endorphins rushing through his system are "Thank you, Love you so much." Tommy quickly follows him. Neither boy moves again for the rest of the night. END OF CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN I'd love to hear from you. I Love some of the things you guys tell me. Rob. subkodak25@gmail.com PLEASE DONATE to Nifty if you can so we can keep reading all these stories. The link is on the opening page of the website.