Date: Sun, 25 Jun 2023 15:58:58 -0400 From: Robert Halstead Subject: Tommy Loves His sub-33 Chapter 33. Stuff to talk about Elliot texts Tommy to tell him he is finished. Tommy quietly lets go of Dylan and throws on some jeans and leave to room to say thank you to Elliot. "You guys sound like you were having a good time," says Elliot, "I could hear Dylan all the way upstairs." "We had some very special time indeed," answers Tommy. "We don't get that wild very often, but when Dylan is in the mood for it, something comes over me and I became a total BDSM Master for a little while. But we don't sustain it for very long." "What happens after it is over?" asks Elliot. "Good aftercare is vital," explains Tommy, "and as it takes place, Dylan calms down and once again we are best friends and boyfriends and lovers, and go on with our regular lives." "So he doesn't roleplay as slave?" "No, Elliot. That's just for special moments. Neither of us would want it to be the norm all the time." "That's so interesting. Whenever I've had a chance to get into a scene with a dom or Master, once the scene is over, we just part company and then that's the end of everything. And I have to admit, some so-called Masters are horrible at after care." "What do you do then?" "I usually take myself out and treat myself to an ice cream Sunday. But the come-down is really lonely." "I can't even imagine." "I'm hoping one of these days to meet someone who will keep me where I really want to be." "And where is that, if you don't mind me asking?" "Well, I think I want to be kept within the role most of the time. At least that's what I think. I've never had a chance to live that out yet, but I'm hoping someone will come along. Someone who would own me full time. And I could keep cleaning houses to help support us—besides, it's good work for a slave." "You know, Elliot, I have a friend who is in a relationship like that now. He's been working for an agency that sends him out to wealthy clients who use him sexually. The pay is tremendous, he says. The Master who is adopting him still wants him to work for the agency several times a week . . he says it is a good way to keep the guy in submissive space on a regular basis." "Wow. You know, that is something I might want to try doing myself. Is there a way I can get in touch with your friend." "Sure. Let me speak to him about it and if he's willing, I'll give him your phone number. His name is Sammy, but for on line connections, his Master has given him the name `tyler' and that's what he uses with the agency, I think. I promise I'll talk to him and see if he can help you get into the whole thing—that is, if you don't mind the fact that basically you'd be a prostitute." Elliot laughs. "hey, why not? Or maybe I can serve as a naked houseboy. I already to that for a couple of clients." "Any sex involved?" "No, but one of them likes to spank me before I start my work. Gets me really turned on, that's for sure." "Well, Elliot, it sounds like you're already on the same track as sammy in some ways. it's definitely worth checking out—until, hopefully, you meet someone who wants to take charge of you full-time." "Oh, I wish! Well, goodbye, Tommy. Thank you for calling me in. I'm always happy to serve you guys." [wicked smile] Tommy smacks him on the ass and shows him out the door. He goes and puts on a pot of coffee, and fixes Dylan a cup and brings the two cups into the bedroom. Dylan, smelling the coffee, wakes up and lies there for a bit. Tommy comes to him and hands him the cup. Dylan sits up and drinks. "thank you, baby." "My pleasure, sweetheart. So, how are you feeling?" "Really mellow, Tommy. A little sore here and there, but it's a nice sore. Feeling used. And loved. It's amazing to me, dude, how I can always be open with you, even when I need things that some people would think weird or sick, and you, you're amazing, the way you go with me on all that." "I think we laid the groundwork for that a long time ago, dylan, those games we used to play. And when you get needy like that, it somehow turns me on and I find it just natural to Dom you. Your response to it all turns something on inside of me, and I slip right into it along with you. But we've always been like that." "You're right. We are so lucky, Tommy. Or, I should say, I am so lucky. I look at guys we know who are subs, and they have such a hard time finding someone to truly connect with, even after years of experience. But for you and me, it's effortless." "Dylan, you always obey me, even in non-sexual matters." "And that is the way I want it to be." Tommy chuckles. "me too, babe, me too. And whenever I want, I get my cock sucked. And I fuck you. And I decide when you can get hard and when you can cum, but you get me off lots of times when I don't let you do the same." "I'm a true sub, my friend. And I love it." "I was just talking to Elliot about this while you were asleep and he was getting to leave. He heard you making noise and it kind of turned him on, but, I think, also made him jealous. He can't find that one guy who will be able to give him what he thinks he needs." "24/7 sub?" "Yes." "But that's what I am, dude." Tommy reaches over and messes up his hair. "Yes, that is what you are, boy." "yes, Sir." they kiss. "baby boy, can I ask you a question?" "anything, Tommy. You know that?" "I'm just wondering, why do you think it is that sometimes you need to be worked over? I would think that after your experience at home, you would be totally scared off or turned off by even the idea of it, and yet, now, there are times when you're almost begging me for it. Curious." "Tommy, I'll tell you another secret. When I was at home, after I got beat up by my brothers, I would cry cause it hurt too, too much and they would laugh at me, but finally, when I got to be alone in my bed, something would happen to me and I would slip into a cloud and feel grounded and at peace. I guess it was the endorphins or something like that. And sometimes, even when I was hurting so much, I would jerk off, and when I jerked off, I would think about you, you holding me and telling me I was a good boy. And I felt like you were really there with me, inside the cloud, and I couldn't wait to see you again and be with you." "Did you think about me being the one who hit you?" "No, Tommy, you never hit me. You just made the pain feel good. You made me feel good. And all I know is that I wanted to be with you so much that I even thought of sneaking out of the house and walking through the night to be with you." "I wish you had. I wish you weren't afraid to show me what they did to you." "Baby, it was far worse than anything we do now. Besides, somehow I sexualized it all, and now it is a part of the sexual love we share." "Only sometimes." "Yes, only sometimes, and who knows? Maybe it will go away some day. But the nice thing, the really nice thing, is that you always seem to know when I need to be grounded like that. To be the slave boy that my Master is in love with, not some freak kid hated by my family. I'm no expert on it all, but it does seem to me that is what's going on." "Dylan, I hope you don't take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but on some level I think you have always been my slave." "Oh yes, baby. Oh yes." he holds his collar. Tommy tells him, "I was wondering whether or not Elliot might like to get into doing what sammy is doing. I spoke to him about it, and he is intrigued by the whole thing. He did tell me that he works naked for a couple of clients, and one of them even likes to spank him before he does his work. So . . . " "Interesting." Tommy's phone rings and he answer." "Oh hi, Mommy. What's cooking? . . . . we're just sitting here enjoying some coffee and having a discussion about things . . . . personal stuff . . . what? Oh, come on, Mom, you know exactly what would make Dylan happy. Chocolate cupcakes filled with raspberry. . . . traditional? I don't know. Hold a sec." "Dylan, do you think we should have a traditional wedding cake?" "I don't really need one but I think a lot of our guests would probably be disappointed if there wasn't one." "you're probably right." he goes back to the phone. "Dylan has a good point. People might be disappointed if there wasn't one. . . . okay . . . . AND cupcakes? cool. thanks, Mom. Talk to you later in the week. We both have take-home exams to finish by tomorrow night, then stuff on campus Wednesday, and Dylan has one Friday morning. And don't forget that we're coming out to stay over on Friday. Dylan's appointment is 9 am Saturday. . . . Okay. Give our love to Dad. bye." "So, my precious little slaveboy, we'll have the traditional type of cake with two grooms on top, and on the platter is will be surrounded with chocolate cupcakes stuffed with raspberry filling." Dylan claps his hands. "And we're not gonna do that thing they do when the couple forces cake into the other one's face?" "No, baby. But I'm gonna pick up a cupcake and feed it to you just like I always feed you from my fingers." "In front of everybody?" "Yes. In front of everybody. And most of our friends will really get the message." Meanwhile, Elliot goes home after leaving Tommy and dylan. He has a bite to eat. His work phone rings. "Hello, Elliot's Services." "Hello, Elliot. You don't know me but your name was given to me by one of your customers, David Hodgkins." (David is the one who spanks him before he works.) "My name is Paul. I understand that you provide housekeeping services in the nude." "That is true, Sir. If that something you would be interested in, would you tell me what kind of services you need done and how long your estimate it would take?" "In a moment, son. David has told me what he does to you before you begin working, and it is that I am most interested in." "really? Intriguing. Please elaborate, Sir." "Let's set up a simple scene to begin with. You would come to me and remove all your clothes and lie on your stomach on my bed. I have a nice leather strap which I would use on your ass until you have broken down into tears. Then, at my instruction, you will get off the bed and crawl into my kitchen and I will watch you scrub my kitchen floor on your hands and knees. While you're doing that, I will most likely whip your ass further from time to time until the job is finished to my satisfaction." "I see. This does appeal to me, Sir, but to be honest, it seems like you would be treating me more like a slave than a houseboy." "I would rather not put any labels on it until after your first experience serving me as I have described." "Sir, if I might ask, what would happen to me after I am finished scrubbing your floor?" "While you are still on your hands and knees I would apply a healing, soothing aloe salve to your bottom then have you stand. I will dry your tears and hold you in my arms until you are calm and ready to put your clothes back on and leave my home. Oh, and yes, if you need it, I would certainly provide water for you to drink from a bowl which will be placed on the kitchen floor." "That would be very humiliating, Sir." "Understood. I will enjoy humiliating you in that way." "Sir, may I ask? Have you ever had a slave before, or had any disciplinary or humiliation scenes?" "Let us simply say that I am experienced in many aspects of bdsm and dom/sub dynamics. David's description of your work for him has inspired me to consider hiring you for what I've just described. This is not simply a fantasy of mine; it is something I have experienced in the past. Are there any other questions, concerns or requests?" "Yes, Sir. First of all, I would provide your name, phone number and address to a friend who looks out for me. I think the entire scene would require about 90 minutes. If I do not notify my friend that I am finished and safe at the end of 90 minutes, he would assume that I am either in danger or have come to harm." "That is very wise and I heartily approve. I am impressed that you have such good common sense about you, boy, especially considering what you are willing to get yourself into. For the purposes of our relationship this one time, I will call you `boy' and you will call me `Sir." "When would you require my services, Sir?" "As soon as you can get here. You have my phone number; this is my address: xxxxxx; how long will it take you to report to me?" "one-half hour, Sir, give or take a few minutes. One more question, if I may?" "yes, boy, ask away." "Will any other sexual services be required, and what will you be wearing while all of this is happening?" "Nothing sexual. I will be wearing jeans and a t-shirt, socks and sneakers." "Well, Sir, thank you for contacting me and considering my services. I need to call my friend with the necessary information and then will head on out to you. I look forward to serving you as you have described." "See you soon, boy." hang up Elliot calls Tommy and tells him about what just happened and asks Tommy to be his safe person. Tommy willingly agrees and Elliot gives him the necessary information. Elliot heads out for his `appointment'. He is thrilled about this. It is not the full form of sub/slave experience he's seeking, but it will certainly be a good time for him and will help him discover a bit more about himself. He's not afraid of being whipped to tears; that happened with him several times when he was involved with Mike. And he does crave the humiliation of the entire experience. Tommy and dylan have supper "Dylan, let's eat the leftovers from last night. Would you go warm them up and set a large plate for me? You'll kneel and I'll feed you from my plate." "Yes, Sir. Happy to." Dylan goes into the kitchen and goes about his work, humming to himself. Tommy stands in the doorway and enjoys watching him work, naked and looking so sexy. And so happy. He finishes fixing the supper and puts Tommy's plate on the table, then gets his cushion and kneels down, sitting on his heels and slipping into a nice subspace. Tommy's barefoot and Dylan decides to bow down under the table and kiss his feet. "So good, boy. Suck my toes for a while, baby." Dylan gladly obeys. He is in awe of every part of Tommy's body, always has been. He doesn't think he has a foot fetish, but there is certainly about Tommy's feet . . . he always used to love it when Tommy was barefoot, even when they were kids and he wanted to grab him by the toes. "Up, boy. I have something for you to eat up here." Dylan kneels up and Tommy puts a piece of veal in his mouth. Oh, so very good, fed by his love. Tommy eats with one hand and plays with dylan's collar with the other, He pulls him down so dylan's forehead is on his upper thigh. "Stay there, pup." Dylan says nothing. He doesn't have any words at this moment. Tommy pulls him up by the collar and feeds him something else from his plate. Dylan takes it and licks Tommy's fingers. Tommy takes a mouthful of beer and bends down to kiss Dylan and slip the beer into his mouth. Everything tastes better to Dylan when it comes from Tommy. Dylan used to watch kinky videos where the Master would drip his spit into a slave's mouth, but it was never as romantic as when Tommy does it with him. the Masters would seem to humiliate the boys, but Dylan doesn't get that message. yeah, some would say that Dylan is continually humiliated, but that's just because they don't understand the boys' history or the love that flows between them, from Tommy to him. Tommy feeds him again. It's not easy to transfer pasta from his plate to dylan's mouth, but Tommy manages, getting some of it on dylan's cheek. "I got sauce on your face, dylan. Go down to my feet, boy and wipe your face on my foot then lick it up." Dylan obeys and then goes to work on his toes again. "Lick between them, boy." Dylan loses himself in the action. "Baby, did you have enough to eat?" "Yes, Sir. Thank you for taking care of me." "That's my job, Dylan –you know that. Come up here and massage my shoulders for a while, will you?" Dylan does what Tommy asked and keeps kissing him on top of the head as he does it. "I wonder how Elliot is doing," says Tommy. "I hope he didn't bite off more than he can chew." "How so?" "Well the man told him that's he's gonna take his belt to his ass until he breaks down and cries. then he has to scrub the floor on his hands and knees while the guy keeps spanking him." "Hot!" "You would say that, pup!" "Well, he thinks so too, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to go and get involved with the whole scene." "would you have done that, Dylan?" "Impossible question to ask me." "Why" "Cause I've never wanted to do anything to anyone except you." "How about your time in the basement of the library." "that doesn't count. and it was anonymous, and I could always imagine it was you, except no one's cock ever got me as hard as yours does." "How about Adrian?" "Not at all. Besides, Adrian just liked to talk dirty and call me names while I was doing it and I didn't enjoy it at all. Tommy, the only person I ever wanted is you. Don't you believe that?" "of course I do, baby. You prove it to me all the time. Blowing me when you can't even get hard! You have no idea how hot that makes me, knowing you have really given me your dick to control." "Remember that time you spanked me so hard that I came from it?" "Oh yes. Sometime soon we'll have to try that again. Maybe some time when you've been naughty." "Naughty? Me? I'm perfect." "and for that you'll get a spanking, dude. I haven't molested your ass since I fucked you earlier." "big deal!" "Okay, boy, that's it. Over my knees, right here, right now." Dylan gets into position. Tommy runs his hand over dylan's ass and plays with his hole a bit, then suddenly hand spanks the boy good and hard. Dylan yelps and squirms." "Hold still, boy, or I'll get the cane!" Dylan stays still and Tommy keeps spanking him, getting him good and red. "Now go and stand in the corner with your hands behind your head, like the bad boy you are." Dylan is shocked at this new twist on things. And while he is standing there, his ass good and red, his hands behind his head, Tommy goes about cleaning things up after their meal. He doesn't let Dylan move until the kitchen is clean again, which usually would have been dylan's job. then he goes over to Dylan and rubs himself against dylan's nude body and wraps his hands around him rubbing his chest, toying with his nipples, then grabbing his balls. "Oh wow, you've got some hair growing on your balls, boy. Gotta get rid of that. Let's go to the bathroom." Tommy has him stand up straight. Tommy rubs some shaving cream on his balls while pulling them down until Dylan yelps. "they're mine, boy." "yes, Sir, yours. all yours." tommy runs the water and takes his razor and kneels in front of Dylan so he can do a good careful job shaving him bare. then he washes the shaving cream off and looks at him carefully. "Good. Nice and smooth. The way a boy should be." "Yes, Daddy. Bare for you." Tommy inspects the rest of his body. Shaves off a couple of armpit hairs. "You've got a little bit of hair on your ass crack, boy. I think we'll have to take you to get that waxed. I can't shave it. I'd cut you and I certainly don't want any cuts around your asshole, pup." "Waxing? Wow. how humiliating!" "perfect for a slutty pup like you. come kneel down by the bowl...no, never mind. Get in the tub, boy and kneel down there. I want to piss all over you." Dylan is somewhat delighted at how wild Tommy is getting as he goes to kneel in the tub. Tommy gets serious while he takes his cock out of his pants. "Now listen. I want you to close your eyes and open your mouth. I'll probably bet some piss in your mouth but I DON'T want you to drink it. Let it land in your mouth and then dribble out again. Understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Get ready. I have a lot for you." Tommy starts to spray Dylan with his strong flow and aims for his mouth a couple of times and Dylan does as he was told. "Learn what my piss tastes like, boy. Should have done this to you years ago." It seems like he is pissing forever. At one point he gets dylan's mouth completely full. "Spit it out, boy." He finishes by hosing down dylan's cage. "Let your piss go too, baby." Dylan has already started to let it flow down. Piss, piss, piss. all over the place, and the taste is in his mouth now, too. Tommy finishes up, but doesn't shake his dick. "Take my dick in your mouth and suck it dry, boy." (This is the only way that Tommy has Dylan drink any of it down, and it's always just a couple drops, but Dylan keeps wondering if the day is going to come when he'll be drinking it all. Not too keen on the idea though, but if Tommy wanted it, he'd do it. He knows that.) "Okay. Good boy. Now take a good shower and then brush your teeth. then come cuddle with me while we watch a movie." Just as they're about to start the movie, Tommy's phone rings. It's Elliot, checking in. "You okay, dude?" "More than okay. Sometimes it feels really good to cry, that's for sure. I kept crying all the time I was washing the floor." "How's your ass?" "Sore, but I'll survive. But damn, I wish he had let me suck him off." "No sex?" "Not this time. But I know he got hard. Who knows? Maybe some other time. He did say he was going to have me back and maybe clean his whole house. Naked. Spanked. I can get into that." "You're too much. As long as you're okay. That's all that matters." "Like I said, I'm more than okay. And this guy is fucking HOT! In his 40's maybe, but what a fucking Daddy! Anyway, thanks for keeping an eye out for me. I'm gonna go home and jerk off." "Too bad someone hasn't caged you yet." "Ah, dunno if that's gonna happen to me. I like my dick too much." "Slut. You need a Master's dick to take your attention off your own. Just ask Dylan about that. Good night." "Good night, Tommy. Talk soon I hope. Love to Dylan." "What was that all about?" asks Dylan. "Elliot says he'll never be caged because he likes his dick too much. He needs a Master's dick to take the attention off his own. Right?" "Your dick does it for me, dude. As long as I can have that, I don't care about what happens between my legs." "As it should be, my dear. Now go put in the movie." Dylan puts in the movie and then curls up with him. Tommy takes off his shirt, which makes Dylan very happy. There's a lot to lick there. Starting with his treasure trail. Hmmmm . . . maybe Elliot should get his own story. But in the meantime . . . Elliot gets an idea. Why not advertise? Not for the housecleaning, but for what he really wants to find. That new site, double life, might be a good place for it. The usual apps are useless, even Recon. He goes to double life to see what the general tone of things is. Wow! A wide range of interests, mostly from bottoms or subs (but isn't that always the case), and he notes that there are a lot of rules about what you can or cannot say. This means he can't get too specific or go into detail. He decides to try something that doesn't involve house cleaning. He posts an ad and names it "Houseboy Looking for a Master." He attaches his picture but doesn't write much, just the following: 22yo, 5'10, 125#. I'm serious about this. Can't get specific or I'll be censored, but if you are interested, Sir, please contact me and I'll give you all the information you want. And that's that. He does notice, however, that it will be necessary to repost every couple of days. He wonders who might contact him. END OF CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE I'd love to hear from you. I Love some of the things you guys tell me. 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