Kyle
Sitting at my computer, I finished chapter two of a new manuscript. My main character was telling his new sub that he was going to show him something new each day. It was two in the afternoon and time for my shower. After cleaning up and making sure everything was in place, I reached in the nightstand and removed the blindfold. Heading into the living room, I folded it carefully, leaving it on top of the small chest that sat by the front door.
Returning to my manuscript, I reviewed what I'd written and realized I was short on essential details. I filled in the blanks as best I could with my thoughts drifting to the upcoming events of the evening. The edits kept me busy writing until I heard a knock.
As he opened the door, I stepped aside as he entered the room. If anything, he was more breathtaking than ever. He was wearing a white t-shirt that caressed his body revealing his lean torso and hinting at the beginning of a developing six pack. The shirt was tucked into a pair of beltless jeans, and his white tennis shoes looked brand new.
He remained silent, sensing it was expected. I could feel his anticipation. He reminded me of a five-year-old on Christmas morning. I expected him to head toward the bedroom to strip and kneel, but he seemed to sense I again had something else in mind. Lowering his chin, he stood before me, awaiting my instruction. I reached over and took the blindfold from the chest by the door. I ordered him to close his eyes and carefully tied the blindfold securely. "I'm going to lead you back to the bedroom. Remain silent."
Taking him by the hand, I gently pulled him down the hall and into the bedroom. Once there I undressed him. It was a bit difficult as he arrived in tight jeans and his shoes were tied securely. Pulling down his pants, I discovered he'd arrived with no underwear.
"Now wait while I strip." I was in clothes I could practically step out of, so it was a matter of seconds before I stood before him again.
My bed wasn't fastened to the headboard by design. I'd screwed the headboard to the wall so I could move the bed at will. Earlier that day, I'd scooted the bed to the center of the room so I could walk around it. He started to kneel, but I caught him, pulling him back to a standing position. "Today, I'm going to lay you back on the bed."
"Aren't you going to have me…?"
"I told you not to speak," I said keeping my voice firm, realizing this was still new for him and I was still earning his trust.
He nodded his agreement and was quiet again. I laid him on the bed and walking around to the other end, I pulled his leg toward the corner of the bed and tied his ankle to a waiting length of rope which was already secured to the leg of the bed. Spreading his legs apart I took the ankle of the other leg and secured it similarly.
Walking around the bed, I pulled him by the armpits until his head was hanging off the end which also tightened the connections at his ankles. Then one hand at a time, I bound his arms as I had his legs.
At first, he held his head erect. I could see the muscles on his neck straining as he worked to hold it up. I pushed his head down to rest on the side of the mattress "Just relax, bend your neck back and let gravity hold it in place."
Preston's long blonde hair was hanging down. I took a moment to admire the scene before me. Stretched out on his back the way he was, his sleek, lean frame was accentuated, and I could count the muscles across his stomach. His body was so firm I suspected he'd come to me straight from working out.
"You are about to do the same thing you expected to do, but from a different angle. Someday this might be one of your favorite things. I'm going to slowly feed you my full length. In a position like this, you can take me much deeper than you thought possible. The natural curve is closer to that of your throat."
He was already hard. The image was beautiful. I took his head in my hands and heard him groan in anticipation.
"Open," I ordered. Entering slowly, I let his mouth get used to my violation. First placing the tip into his mouth, I was pleased to see he greedily took it, trying to push his head out for more. I gave it to him, releasing his head and bending over to fondle him at the same time. I'd never actually touched him in this way before. He was thick and slightly shorter than I was. I squeezed to get a good idea of the heft of it.
His breathing was coming in bursts. He'd been holding his breath.
"I want you to try to breathe while you're doing this. In this position some people can breathe even when they have a man deep inside them." After a few tries it was apparent that he was not one of those people, at least not yet.
I pushed a little further inside and thought I saw his chest rise and fall. Was he getting it? I thought. I leaned forward and took his throbbing head into my mouth and, pushing forward, I swallowed his entire length in a slow forward thrust. At the same time, I was thrusting myself gently forward, almost choking him in the process.
Lifting my head off of him and pulling out I stood up to let him breathe deeply. "What do you think, Boy?"
"I didn't expect you to do that to me. I mean… with your mouth. I didn't think a Dom would…"
"Doms do whatever they want, providing the sub has consented to it. Telling me that you're a virgin and have never ejaculated outside of a wet dream made you very desirable. I wanted you to feel that. But enough talk. I don't want to hear you speak for awhile. Do you understand the importance of following my every command?"
Remaining silent, he nodded in agreement.
Running my length across his lips resulted in him opening his mouth to receive me. Reinserting, I slowly thrust myself deep into his throat. "I want you to go through the motions of swallowing when I tell you to. I know you don't understand yet but trust me and do as I order. Now… swallow." As I felt the chamber before me open I slid forward and then back and out again.
"I swallowed it!" He said in a voice an octave higher from his excitement.
"Well your silence didn't last long, did it?
"How stupid! I'm so sorry. Damn I'm still doing it."
"You may speak anytime I question you. So, how did it feel?"
"Great. Can we do it again?"
That's so cute, I thought. 'Can we do it again?'"
He dropped his head once more and opened his mouth wide in anticipation. Pushing forward I whispered swallow once again. His throat opened, and I was through. This time I pushed in and out twice before I pulled back.
"Again please," he gasped as he took a deep breath and opened wide.
This time I didn't say 'swallow.' Pushing forward and then out I gently plunged his waiting throat, occasionally giving him a chance to catch his breath. Pulling out I untied his arms one at a time and removed his blindfold. I wanted him to be able to see what I was doing to him. He'd experienced light bondage, but I wanted him to be able to participate. "You ready?" I half asked, half ordered.
He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me into him as I'd suspected he would. He took me deep burying his nose into my balls. He was pulling me in and pushing me out. He'd take a breath then pull me in again, as he got more and more greedy. He was so deeply involved I was concerned he might finish me off without warning. I pulled out, watching his look of loss and hunger.
"You okay?" I asked.
"Never better. You know for a moment there with the blindfold on I felt almost like I could see. I don't know how to describe it, but it was almost like I could see in sort of black and white. What's that about?"
"Your mind is creating the image from your other senses. It gets better with practice. A lot of people can't do that. I'm impressed."
"Now what?"
"Oh, this party isn't over." Leaning forward again I aimed myself into his waiting mouth once more, again testing his skill without a swallow order. I knew he knew when to swallow now. Pulling me into him once again, he proved that he had developed this skill as much as I could ever expect. I leaned forward to take him in my throat once again, thrusting my entire length into him at the same time. He was so hard I could feel him swelling. I was so close I knew I had to finish soon.
Pulling off him momentarily I whispered down to him, "I'm going to shoot in a few seconds. I'm going to do it deep so take a breath." I paused as he inhaled deeply. Then I laid into his throat. Leaving him alone for the moment, I worked on finishing. I pumped deeply into his waiting throat and beyond. Then I felt it coming fast. "Here goes…" I said, flooding his esophagus with hot flowing torrents. I finished, pulled out, lifted up his head, and squeezed the last few drops into his waiting mouth.
Swallowing once more he looked at me with a questioning expression. "You may speak."
"Thank you, Sir. Can you untie my feet now?"
"No, not yet," I whispered as I re-tied his hands to the bed.
"Why are you…?"
"I've let you talk long enough, now be silent. Remember, you can trust me. I will never do anything you truly don't want." He looked up into my eyes and nodded his head.
Moving around to the other side of the bed, I climbed on and knelt between his still-bound legs. Bending over, I took him into my mouth and went to work on him. My boy is going to have an orgasm tonight if I have anything to do with it, I thought. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror knowing he'd left three times without any relief.
"You don't have to…"
I pulled off and stood up. Walking around the bed, I took his dangling head into my hands and held him up so I could look down at him. "Open your mouth… now." He held his mouth open. I leaned forward slowly dropping a pool of saliva into his throat, allowing him the time to watch it form and then drop. His eyes widened with disgust. "You need to remember, I told you to remain silent. Now swallow."
I returned to my position on the bed and continued to attend to him. I suspected I was going to be tired before this was over. His continued thickening told me I was moving in the right direction. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 5:40. Without a pause I continued, stopping only to change the pace or lick underneath a moment so he could feel the warmth of my return. Even though I'd made my point about remaining silent, he once again disobeyed by speaking. "You're going to have to stop… I think I have to… Oh my God you better stop. Ahhhh…" He cried. "What the… Ahhhh…"
Trying to avoid torturing his head, I finished him off, swallowing the sweet nectar. I cleaned him up with my tongue until I knew he was empty. Walking around the bed, savoring the view of his arms tied to my headboard, I leaned down and kissed him like I wanted to eat his face off. He was helpless to complain or argue. For a full minute I tasted his mouth, running my tongue through its corners and tasting my boy even as he tasted himself. I'm going to have to talk to him about following orders, I thought. Then I stood up, walked around the bed and untied his feet.
Paying attention to my every move, his eyes followed me around the bed and watched as I untied him. Pulling his body so his head rested on the mattress, I ordered him to stay in position as though he were still tied.
He remained on his back with his arms and legs spread. I walked around and climbed between his legs once more, this time mounting him so he would know how it felt to have my weight on him. Then taking his head in my hands, I kissed him again, finally pulling back to say, "You can move now."
"I don't ever want to move," he said, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding me close. We lay there for a while like that. After a few minutes he whispered, "Well, gotta go now. We both have work to do." I rolled off and he jumped up to his knees, threw his arms around me, and kissed me again. "We are so doing that again."
Slightly shocked at his ability to recover I said, "Yes, we will, but tomorrow there will be something new for you."
"Sir?"
"Yes."
"So that was an orgasm?"
"Oh yeah, a very big orgasm at that. Did you like it?"
"I think so, but it was a weird feeling."
"I remember my first. I thought I was having an accident. It actually will feel a lot better as your body learns to understand it, which it will learn at remarkable speed."
"Seven tomorrow alright?" he asked as he began to throw on his clothes.
"Yeah, seven is fine. Oh, and if you're tempted to try having another orgasm before you come back here, don't. That's for me only. Understand?"
"You mean I can't even…?"
"No, you can't even."
He had a smirk of understanding on his face as he ran for the door.
Watching him leave and seeing him jump from the porch to the sidewalk out to his car I felt like I was just about the happiest man alive. "Shit," I said quietly to myself. "I just don't have time for… well, neither does he." I was painfully aware that I was training the perfect sub. At least, he was going to be the perfect sub for me. In so doing, I'd tripped over the Dom/sub paradox. I realized he was somehow now unofficially in charge. My job, from now on, was to make sure he never found out.
I'd learned to be a Dom by being a sub. I was a good sub but enjoyed control more; at least I thought I did. Perhaps my desire to please my sub was a carryover from being one. If I had a sub who had a particular need, it somehow became the thing I wanted to do the most. If a guy wanted me to tie him up, I would. If he wanted to feel my hand inside of him, I'd fist him. My plans would change to suit his needs. I felt like this boy must never know how his desires would affect mine if I ever wanted to maintain any kind of control.
That was the paradox. I'm the boss, but I know damn well I'll do anything he wants because he got his sub hooks into me. The little fucker had taken a piece of my heart already and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I didn't even know the guy, but in a way, I felt like I knew him better than anyone.
Turning to my desk, I sat down and swallowed a two-hour cold puddle of coffee that still sat in my mug. I pulled up my manuscript and started chapter four. I titled it 'The Paradox.'
*~*~*
The next morning, I called my old Dom. His name was Leonard, but he'd always made me call him 'Sir.' I'd only had the one Dom and only long enough to know for sure that being a sub wasn't something I wanted. I gave it a good try. Parts of it were amazing. Learning how to fall into submission was a process and Leonard was an expert. In the process of ceasing to be his sub, we decided to be friends. Unlike most similar statements at a time like that, we really meant it.
Before I'd signed the contract with my agent, Leonard and I frequently hung out together. He knew me better than anyone, and I desperately needed advice from someone who not only knew me the way he did but had lived as a Dom a lot longer. As friends he'd even took some time to give me a few pointers once he realized I was going to be more comfortable giving the orders instead of taking them.
When Leonard answered the phone, just hearing his voice made my heart jump. It was a habit from our old days when I was his sub. I'd been well trained, and despite the long friendship that followed and the many hours in his self-defense class, it always seemed to take me a few seconds to adjust to the fact that he was no longer my Dom. I suppose in a way he always would be. I guess old habits die hard. I took a deep breath and said 'hello'.
"Kyle? Is that you? I never forget a voice. What can I do for you, Boy?"
"Don't call me that."
"Just kidding Kyle. You'll always be Boy to me. So, what's up?"
"I need some advice. You got a minute?"
"Sure, what's up?"
"Well, it's my new sub. He's a natural… smart as a whip and so damn hot. He's unusual though because he actually decided to break his virginity this way."
"Hold everything. If I taught you anything, it was to stay away from the young ones. You know better."
"No… he's just a few years younger than me. The guy is a total virgin. He just had his first orgasm."
"So that would put him well into his twenties? He's playing you. That guy couldn't be a virgin."
"Well, he is. I'm pretty sure of it. He's kind of a Brainiac; he researched this lifestyle online and chose this as the way he wanted to go. After that he searched through the online ads and picked me."
"What were you asking for in your ad?"
"I wanted someone to come by once a day, drop to their knees, and take care of business. Then I'd expected him to get up and leave. With this new writing contract, I have no time to waste on meeting guys. I just wanted one of those guys that would like nothing more, so I asked for a sub. You know, a real blo-boy."
"Sounds like a sweet deal. He must have identified as the sub and felt like that was what he wanted to do. So, what's the problem?"
"Well I'm showing him the ropes, so to speak, and he's getting to the point now that while he's still taking my orders he is getting favorites. The thing is, once I know he wants something I feel like that's the thing I have to do. Only I actually want that too and being controlled by the sub just seems like I must be getting something wrong."
"Hold it! You advertised for a blo-boy. Why are you showing him the ropes? That's a lot of work and it's not why he answered the ad. It's not what you led him to expect. What if he decides YOU are the one who's not holding up his side of the bargain?"
"You know, I'm not really sure why I continued to train him. It just seemed automatic. He seemed to need it. Really, I think he looks forward to it. One step led to another. His having no experience made it seem like the natural thing to do."
"How long have you been training this sub?"
"Just a few days so far. He comes at a pre-appointed time every day."
"Every day?"
"I'm a writer, remember? I'm under a lot of pressure now to produce, but if I start thinking about sex, it hurts my concentration. It's no big deal though because he's also stressed for time. He wants it every day too, just to blow off steam. So, it works for us."
"Sounds pretty sweet to me. You said he was seriously hot? Sounds like you're in big trouble, Boy. You got a virgin sub who's super hot and has come back three times and will be back tomorrow. Not only that, but you care what he wants to do. You Kyle… are in a relationship."
"Well sure, but it's an agreed upon relationship just for sex."
"Did you kiss him?"
"Well yeah, but…."
"Did you kiss him like you really meant it, deep and passionate?"
"Well sure, but it seemed natural."
"So, you kiss him, you want to please his every whim, and you've set up daily sex sessions. Then you both get back to work, right?"
"Yeah. So what?"
"Ever seen the way newlyweds act?"
"OH SHIT! Well, what should I do?"
"Boy, you have what the rest of us dream of. Enjoy it. Just because you're a Dom doesn't mean you can't feel something. You know better than that. This whole thing is all about feelings. Let your feelings soar. It makes it all so much better, especially if they feel something special for you. If it becomes apparent that he's falling for you, then you're home. You hit the bullseye. I'd play it cool for a while though. He's a newbie, so even if he's in a position of power he doesn't know it. You want to keep it that way. Knowing you're falling for him could…"
"Falling for him? Hold on, wait just a minute. I really like the kid, but really? I mean honestly, you don't really think…"
"Yes, I do! Do you want this advice or don't you?"
"Sorry."
"Okay then, knowing that you're falling for him could make you appear weak in his eyes and ruin his sub pleasures because… he might not feel the same submission knowing that you have feelings for him. He's a virgin, so he could easily be developing some heavy-duty feelings of his own. Ever think about that? He's new at this and it may be as big a surprise to him as it apparently is to you, but I gotta tell you something, you're a hot dude. Don't ever think you're not. He could do a lot worse than you."
"Thanks Leonard," I said. I wasn't used to hearing compliments like that from my old Dom.
"That's 'Thank you, Sir'," he corrected me, partially in jest and partially not.
"Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. Thanks for the advice. I was kind of afraid you were going to say something like that. You always seem to know things about me."
"I know you, Kyle. I dare say I know you better than any human being on the planet, sometimes better than you know yourself."
"It kind of scares me, but at the same time it's nice to have someone to talk to who understands me."
Changing the subject, Leonard went on the offense. "Why are you so afraid of a relationship?"
"It just wasn't in my plans."
"You're an idiot, you know that. You don't get to plan these things. Now go get him, but take your time or you might scare him off. Just how fast are you bringing him along, anyway?"
"I've been trying to introduce new things to him each day. I actually plan what I'm going to do like plotting out a novel."
"Whoa, Boy. You might want to limit the new things to once a week. Then spend some time letting him explore each one. If you keep up this pace you're gonna be inside that boy by Friday and he may not even know how to prep for that. You might need to spend more time talking."
"Yeah, you definitely have a point there. It's occurred to me that this might be moving too fast. The way he researched everything is kind of spooky. He already knows a lot without having done anything. He likely knows more than I think. Maybe after we're done tomorrow I can sit down with him and explain why we need to slow down the progression. Then I could sort of see how he feels about the next thing I have planned."
"No. You know better than that! Do I even have to tell you why that's stupid?" He sounded genuinely disappointed. It was odd how much control he still had over my emotions. I felt like I was in trouble all over again. The worst part was I know he knew how that made me feel.
"You can't let him have control, so be careful. If you use the phrase 'slow it down' you might never see him again. That means 'I'm getting ready to dump you' in every language."
"Yeah, good point. I'll slow it down and leave him out of it. If I start talking, he'll set up limits about things he doesn't even know he's going to love."
"Okay, sounds like a plan. Hey Kyle, if you can, keep me informed."
"I will. You gave me a lot to think about. I better go now. Thanks a lot. You always know what to say. Bye."
Hanging up the phone, I had my worst fears realized. Looking into the mirror on the dresser, I worked to try to admire myself. The day before, I'd thought I was pretty hot, but just then I noticed every real or imaginary flaw. Leonard was dead on. I was crazy about that kid and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I knew one thing for sure though; I wanted to keep feeling that way.
Back at my desk, I turned to the keyboard and started to write. This unexpected romantic involvement was going to play hell with me personally, but it fit into my new novel beautifully. I'd been working on it periodically whenever I needed a break from my work in progress. New chapter, I thought. I'll call it, 'The Paradox.'
*~*~*
Preston
When I left Kyle's house, I felt different somehow. I knew I still wanted to come back the next day, but for some reason I just wasn't as intensely excited about it anymore. Heading back to my apartment, I wondered if that was the result of this orgasm thing. It seemed to muffle some of those persistent desires, at least for now. Walking in the door, I picked up my phone and sat down. I needed to talk to someone about this and my only choices were Dexter and Jake. I punched in the number for Dexter. "Hello, Dexter?"
"Preston? Yeah, this is me. What's up?"
"I just came from my Dom's house. He made me… you know?"
"You got screwed? Already?"
"No… not that. He got me off."
Dexter laughed like it was a punch line. "I knew you had it in you. Pun intended."
"I just called to ask you something about that. I feel different now. I don't feel like I need to run back over there any time soon. I'm totally ready to grab a sandwich and hit the books. Is that normal?"
"Duh. That's half the reason for all of it. Your body tells you when you need it and then you can't think of anything else. By tomorrow you'll be nuts again and counting the minutes to get back there. After a while you won't even notice the change. That's why so many guys freak out after they get it on with their first guy. What seemed like a great idea one minute turns into overpowering guilt the next. Luckily, they get over that pretty fast. By the next day, it all seems a lot more reasonable. So, is that all you needed to know?"
"No, there's something else. I could have stayed there, but I left just so I could process all this. You see, he kissed me. I mean he really kissed me hard."
There was a pause and then he asked, "Did you like it?" I could hear the smile in his voice.
"I never wanted him to stop. It was… I don't know… kind of spiritual."
"Good, you're into him. Sounds like he's into you, too. He's a Dom, right?"
"Yeah," I said, wondering where he was going with all this.
"Hmmm. They don't usually kiss like that. I mean, I guess some do. I mean, I've heard."
"Stop it," I said, realizing he was not telling me something. "You're covering. You know something. You've done this before haven't you? I mean, with a Dom."
"Well, yeah, just barely. You see, after talking to you yesterday, it sounded so hot that… well…right after you left I hopped on my laptop. I knew I had to find out for myself. I'm glad you called me, because I was trying to get up the nerve to call and tell you about it."
"Okay, spill. I want all the dirt."
"Well, like I said, after we talked, I couldn't think of anything else. Try as I might I kept thinking about it, so I got online. Before long, I was chatting with a Dom. He sounded really hot and after a few questions he realized I'd never been with a Dom before, so he invited me over to try it all out."
"So, what did you think?"
"It was really exciting at first, but then after a few minutes of doing everything he said, I felt like I was just letting everything go. All my worries, and nervousness about what was happening were gone. My need to make the next move disappeared. All I wanted was to please him."
"That's exactly right!" I said thinking how hot it would be if one of my friends shared my newly found proclivity. "Are you going to see him again?"
"Yeah, he kind of ordered me back tonight. I'd tell you more, but he made me swear I wouldn't reveal his identity to anyone. He said he'd know and somehow, I think this time I better keep my word. I don't want him to be mad at me. He said he punishes bad behavior and I have a feeling he meant it. I got a taste of that already."
Something about his voice made me need to know more. "What? Tell me about it. Did he put you over his knee? What did he do? What time are you going to see him again?"
The phone was silent for a moment, and then he scolded me a bit. "Easy with the questions. If this all works out, you'll probably meet him someday, but I don't want you forming ideas about him."
"Hey, I'd never hit on your—"
"No, that's not what I mean. I just know that because he's a Dom you'd be thinking about him and wondering about what he does to me. I just don't want you thinking about that. If this all falls apart I'll tell you everything, but for now… well, I won't. I get to see him again about 8:30. The rest we can discuss later, much later." Then with a grin in his voice he added, "I'm dying to see what happens tonight."
"Hey, I still wanna know what happened last night."
"Preston, I told you. Not now, maybe I'll tell you later. I need to sort of understand all of this better before I talk to you about it."
"Well at least he ordered you back."
"Sort of."
"What do you mean, sort of?"
"Well, he sort of made me beg to come back."
"Seriously? That's so hot. How did he make you beg?"
"Honestly I was just telling him I had a good time and he said, 'Do you want to have a better time?'"
"I said, 'Yes,' and he asked me how much. Before I knew it, I was begging to see him again, but I didn't feel bad about it because I knew he was loving it and in a way, I think I was too. It really seemed to be doing it for him. It's not like he's going to go talk shit about me. Anyway, I know he wanted me to come back really bad. I just know."
"Okay Dexter, but if you get back at a decent hour you check in with me when you get home. Okay?"
"Maybe we can both check in with each other when I get back. We should make it a habit, but I don't know what we're going to say. We're both kind of on a gag order."
"Yeah, you have a point, but we can at least talk in generalities." By now, I was pacing the room holding the phone to my ear.
"Generalities? Yeah, I think I'd like that. I have a feeling tonight he's gonna want to go pretty far. I think yesterday was just a test."
The thought of Dexter's Dom taking him to new heights that night made me feel like the competition was on. If we were going to be exchanging vague stories for a few days, I had to have a good one.
"He probably tried to get you to beg to see if you were the real deal."
"The real deal?" Dexter seemed confused.
"You know, a true submissive. He wanted to see how far he could take you. I'll bet tonight he binds you up to see how you handle that."
"Too late for that," Dexter confessed, giving me more information than he'd intended. Ignoring his accidental slip, I continued, "Well, maybe he wants to see if he can finish in your mouth."
"Too late for that too," he confessed.
"Tonight then he's probably going to… Oh My God… That's where we both are… My guy is probably going to… Dexter, have you ever had a guy, you know… in you before?"
"Sure, but you haven't, have you?"
"No, but I think I want to. It's just that I don't know what to expect and I don't want to have an accident. You know. I know there's stuff you can do but… maybe I should just google it."
Suddenly slightly terrified, I sat down on the ratty old couch that came with my apartment to hear his response, which was quick in coming. "Okay then… Dexter to the rescue. If I were you I'd head down to the drug store and get a large refillable enema bulb and…"
For the next few minutes Dexter described in detail how he prepared for a date. Telling me that being ready when the time comes works a whole lot better than getting hot and bothered and excusing yourself. Saying our goodbyes, I took a few minutes to run to the corner drug store and buy the appropriate device. Upon returning home, I carefully read the contents of the box top to bottom and all four sides. Then I experimented. When I was confident that I understood the basics, I dropped into bed, an hour late but calmer than I might otherwise have been.
*~*~*
The following day passed in a blur. The intensity of desire that left me the day before, after my first orgasm, had returned that morning. Now it was an hour before our meeting and I didn't want to be late. I'd heard from Dexter that a Dom would sometimes punish their boy and I didn't want that to happen, at least I didn't think I did. I was really apprehensive about what we were going to do today. It could be almost anything, I thought. Climbing the steps to the porch, I walked to the front door, knocked and waited. The door was slightly ajar and swung slowly open. Kyle grabbed me from the other side and pulled me into the front room.
"I told you when you arrive for an appointment, the door will be unlocked." I could feel his frustration and his joy as he scolded me for my indiscretion. "Allow me to repeat: in the future, when you arrive you will enter the house, close the door behind you, lock it, go into the bedroom and strip. Then you will drop to your knees, put your hands behind your back, lower your head, and wait. I will enter the room when I've determined that you're ready. If I see that you've followed my instruction to the letter, I will be pleased. Once I see that I will do anything I want to you. Is that agreeable?"
"Yes, Sir," I offered, turning and locking the door. In a second I was headed for the bedroom. I disrobed and knelt on a pad he'd obviously prepared for me.
A moment later, Kyle casually walked into the room and closed the door behind him. "I've been thinking," Kyle said. "You've been moving along very fast. I don't want to frighten you by moving too fast, I just want to show you the ropes since you've never done any of this before."
"Sir, I want you to show me everything. This is all so much better than I ever dreamed."
"You know where this is all going, don't you? Taking someone inside them for the first time is scary to a lot of men who've never done that before. I want you to know that there are certain things boys do to make the whole process easier and more sanitary."
"I know all about that. I have everything I need to take care of that. I used it before I came over just in case. Sir? I was just wondering…"
"Yes, Boy?"
"Sir, am I your boy?"
He seemed to be struggling for an answer. "Would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes, Sir. I want you to want me to be your boy. If I'm gonna to be your boy… I want you… inside me. I want you… to want to be in me. I want you on me. I want to be part of you, to know that something of you is deep inside me when I leave."
The look on Kyle's face was pure surprise. "Really? You want that? Because I want that, more than you know. I want to feel you under me, burying myself deep inside you."
"Yes, Sir. I need all of that. If you slow down showing me new things, I won't be able to even function. Please make it now. Make me your boy right now." For a split second, I saw Kyle break, just long enough to hint that I might already be his boy.