Date: Wed, 1 Apr 2015 12:14:35 -0400
From: MGTBILL@aol.com
Subject: DYLAN'S SOPHOMORE YEAR Chapter  49

DYLAN'S  SOPHOMORE YEAR


Chapter  49


by  Donny Mumford




After being missing in action the last three days, Ryan showed up for
Thursday's classes and we've been having ourselves a pretty good time since
then. For one thing he surprised the hell out of me by giving me a very good
haircut, although it's too short. What's new about that? He apparently
miscalculated, but at least it looks like a professional miscalculation, and not
an amateur's one. And then, not surprisingly, we had awesome sex together
that  was special somehow. Our buddy sex is about as good as buddy sex gets,
and adds  something to it that I can't exactly put my finger on and it gets
even more  special. He's a very special side-sex buddy of mine. He's the
best actually.  It's quarter to six right now and we've both got a beer in our
hands at Tracy's  speakeasy. We're navigating our way through the crowd to
the spot against the  railing I usually hangout at. The tent like enclosure
that's acting like a roof  and walls for Tracy's deck, along with the space
heaters, makes it fairly  comfortable in here. I see Tracy laughing with a
group of guys and girls, but he  doesn't see me and I kinda hope it stays that
way. If he sees me he might want  to give me a quick fuck, and while his
quick fuck's are extremely hot and sexy  I've got Ryan's dried cum on my back
and probably on my ass and the back of my  legs too. His cum got on my back
because during our recent exuberant fucking his  cock came out of my ass
momentarily. That's when his first long stream of spunk  shot up my back. He
managed to get his boner back up my ass and shot some spunk  up there too. We
cleaned up afterwards, but I felt some cum drooling out of my  ass on the
way over here. It would be awkward if Tracy pulled down my pants and  saw the
dried and/or wet spunk. He might get the wrong idea and think I fuck  around
with just anybody who comes along.


Before we get to the railing, Ryan's friends, Felix Jonnas and his
girlfriend, grab hold of Ryan for a hug. Felix recently transferred to BC so he
and Ryan haven't seen each other for awhile. They have a little reunion and
then  Ryan says, "Felix, you remember my friend, Dylan Newman," and he goes,
"Of  course I do," and he introduces his girlfriend to me, but I've already
forgotten  her name. We move from the middle of the floor to the railing
where Ryan asks  Felix, "How'd you guys get past the bouncer?" Felix says, "We
have college IDs,  you don't need a Merrimack ID, any college ID will do."
His girlfriend gets  involved in telling us a long story about her and Felix
at a frat party. I lose  interest in her tale pretty quickly and glance
around to see who's here I know,  and there's Tracy looking right at me. He grins
and does that wiggling with his  forefinger like, 'Come here'. Oh fuck,
this could be embarrassing. I say,  "Excuse me, guys," and nod at Tracy, "I've
got to talk to Tracy for a second."  Everyone looks over at him and Tracy
give a little wave and a grin, then I say  to Ryan, "I'm going to try getting
a couple of six packs to go. I won't be  long." He says, "No problem, take
your time, I'm catching up with my friend,  Felix." Damn, it's so nice
hearing Ryan say, 'My  friend, Felix'. I like that, and he'd make more friends if
he'd get  himself free of fuckwad. I'm a little disappointed Ryan took so
long to come to  that same conclusion. He gets taken in by these extremely
dominant types too  easily if you ask me.


Taking a deep breath, resigned to doing this, I make my way over to  the
grinning Tracy. "Hiya, Trace," and he's like, "I was hoping to see you
tonight, Dylan," and he puts his arm across my shoulders steering me toward the
back door of his apartment as I'm telling him, "It's like, um, Tracy, I can't
 tonight..." He hugs my shoulders, "Of course you can. I almost called you,
did  ya know that?" I'm like, "No, I.." and he says, "Oh fuck, I hate
myself  sometimes, but I've been thinking about your cute face and..." he stops
and rubs  my head, "Fuck, I love this butch haircut on you. You get the
coolest haircuts!  Jesus, Dylan, so cool. I'd never have the balls to be so, I
don't know, so  individualistic I guess." He opens the door as I mumble, "This
haircut, um...  Listen Tracy, I should tell you...," but he puts a fingers
across my lips,  "Shhh, lets do our traditional shot of good whiskey first."
Traditional? What  the...? He pours whiskey into two shots glasses and
hands me one. Picking his  up, he clicks against the shot glass I'm holding,
saying, "To sex, good sex,"  and flashes it down. I do my shot in three ghastly
swallows with tears running  down my cheeks and Tracy hugging me, mumbling,
"You're priceless, Dylan. One of  a fuckin' kind." I swallow about ten
times trying not to throw up as Tracy rubs  my burr haircut, saying, "Ya know
what? This haircut makes you look like a cute,  baby-faced bad ass! That's
what." I mumble, "Oh, is  that good?" and he laughs, asking, "Want another
shot?" I go, "Oh! Um, no  thanks."


He's rubbing the back of his fingers up the very  short hair above my ear,
"This feels so cool, it's like rubbing sandpaper. It's  very much you
though. Not too many guys have the looks  and the body to pull this 'look' off."
Tracy seems high or something, or maybe  he's just drunk. I say, "Oh fuck,
Trace, my body's not that great, and I had  nothing to do with how I look." He
says, "Of course you have something to do  with how you look. You're
wearing twin earrings, you always have a hot haircut,  the clothes you wear are
cool, and stuff like that." None of which has anything  to do with my 'looks'
per se." He rubs my head again, grinning at me, then holds  my face between
his hands and kisses my lips. Then, still holding my face, he  goes, "I
can't believe I have this wicked crush on a guy, but I do, ha ha. Come  on, lets
visit the spare bedroom." I go, "Wait, Tracy, um, I just had sex an  hour
or so ago and..." he interrupts, "Shh, that's none of my business and it'll
just get me more aroused hearing about it." I'm like, "Yeah, but I haven't
showered yet, and..." His arm goes around my neck and he starts walking us
back  through his apartment, telling me, "I should explain that I've been
blowing some  weed and I get to talking a blue streak when I'm high." He stops
us, "Oh, I'm  sorry I can't give you any. I would if I had any left, but I
smoked it all. It  was good shit thought. Whoa!" We start walking again, with
Tracy still talking,  "As for someone fucking you awhile ago, and you not
showering since then, well  my hottie friend, I appreciate a little grunge
once in awhile. I was thinking  you're the cleanest guy I've ever had sex with
anyway, and now tonight maybe I  get a little extra thrill fucking a cute
baby-faced grungy bad  ass."


I'm a little exasperated he won't let me finish a sentence, but whaddaya
gonna do. Yeah, and the thing is I really like Tracy's fast fucks. Very
sexually  intense and he's extremely sexy himself. He stops us again outside the
spare  bedroom/supply room, looks at me, and asks, "Ah, I'm assuming you
enjoy our  little sexual interludes too. I hope that assumption on my part is
accurate. I  am correct about that, Dylan, right?" I say, "Oh yeah, you are.
The truth is I'm  probably oversexed, but I enjoy it and we're only young
once." He goes, "Holy  shit, I've said that exact thing myself like fifty
times. We're like two peas in  a pod, sex-wise." I say, "Not really. I've never
had sex with a girl." He guides  me into the room, saying, "Well, right
there, buddy, I gotta tell you... ya  don't know what you're missing. Fucking is
different with the female gender, I  grant you, but it's pretty special
too. Of course I find lately having sex with  you is my current preference, and
let me tell ya, I've never been able to say  that about any other guy I've
ever had sex with. Not that there's been that many  ya understand, but no
one compares with you, I can guarantee you that much." I  mutter, "Oh, um,
thanks. Buddy-sex is kind of special to me, but I don't do it  with just
anyone. I've got to like the guy at least a little before I'd consider  doing sex
with him." He says, "Very discriminating! And my philosophy exactly!"  Tracy
clicks the lock on the doorknob, asking, "Can you spend a night with  me
sometime? That'd be awesome." I shrug, "Oh, I don't know. I have a boyfriend
who's also my roommate, so...." Tracy rubs my head again, "Yes, this haircut
is  perfect for you. Where'd ya get it?" Guess he doesn't want to hear
about my  boyfriend/roommate. I mumble, "A friend gave me this haircut an hour
or so ago,"  and Tracy nods, "A friend, huh? The same one you had sex with an
hour  or  so ago?" I go, "Huh, what's that?" and he's like, "Well, it's a
cool haircut,  but I'm thinking that anything would look cool on you." Then
he laughs, "I'm  making a fool out of myself, aren't I? It's the fucking pot!
 I tend to  jabber when smokin' weed. Some guys get hungry, I get too
talkative. It's just  that I'm kinda taken with you. Forgive me though, I'm never
like this, really.  Damn, I'll just shut up now."


I glance around the room, not sure what to do, then Tracy puts his hand  on
the button of my cargo pants and looks me in the eyes, asking, "May I?" Not
 sure what he's referring to, I nod my head.  He unbuttons my pants and
pulls the zipper down, then pulls my pants and underwear down below my butt
cheeks. Oh, that's what he meant. Staring at my package, he says, "First off,
as  I've mentioned before, I really like the sexy shaved pubes look ya got
going for  yourself, and this will sound stupid, but you have the prettiest
cock I've ever  seen," then he laughs and actually blushes, mumbling, "I
can't fuckin' believe I  just said that." I go, "Yeah, that was pretty creepy,"
then I laugh too as he's  grinning, "Do you think maybe I might be a little
over-fixated on you? Acting  like a ten year old girl at a Beeb's concert
or something. Forgive me, really.  But seriously your cock and balls look
like a fucking drawing or a painting or  something. Perfect size and the same
beautiful color as your complexion." He  chuckles, "Actually you're just
about perfect. And that almost-naive personality  of yours is adorable too. And
that's not a word I use very often!" I'm smelling  the back of my hand
watching him with a grin on my lips because he's kinda funny  when he's high.
Normally he's suave and super low-key cool. I kinda like hearing  all the
compliments too. Don't hear them that often.


Not knowing what to do or say, I finally look down at my cock, mumbling,
"Um, if you want to suck my dick, Tracy, it's okay." He laughs again and
gives  me a hug, then says, "Oh my God, no, Dylan!  I'm kind of a phony bisexual
 in that I only do the parts of sex with a guy that a guy does with a girl,
and  the vast majority of girls don't have penises." I go, "I knew that."
He puts a  hand on each of my shoulders, asking, "Can't you spend the night
with me? Just  the two of us. I'll take you to dinner at Burtons where I know
a bartender  friend who well serve us adult beverages." I say, "Not
tonight, but maybe I can  sleep over some other time. You know, when Robby goes
back home and I'm still  here." Which is a scenario that's plays out tomorrow
when Robby's gone home for  his father's birthday and some kind of business
thing. I want to think about an  over-nighter with Tracy before committing to
it though, but I may text him  tomorrow. That's how I'm leaning at the
moment anyway. Tracy goes, "Okay, we'll  do it soon, awesome! You know a crazy
thing I'd like to do? I'd like to sleep  naked with you all night and fuck
you as many times as you want, but that's not  the crazy part. The crazy part
happens in the morning. I want to give you a bath  with a real sponge in the
big bathtub I have in the master bathroom. We'd both  be in the tub
together with me bathing you with that sponge real slowly. It's  sounds crazy, I
know, but it's this fantasy I have of you and me, with me  treating you like
a, um, well like a prince. Yeah, like that. Cook you breakfast  too and maybe
serve you in bed, anything you wanted." Tracy's kinda out there in
never-never land tonight, and I'm feeling a little geeky standing here with my
pants down listening to his ravings with him high on pot, so I'm like, "Huh,
yeah, well that sure sounds like something I'd like, Tracy, a cool sleep
over,  but, um, are we gonna do anything now, or....?"


He grins at me looking pretty fucking cute and hot himself, but when I'm
fucking with guys for awhile they always seem to get cuter and sexier looking
 the more I do it with them. Funny how that works. Not that Tracy wasn't
good  looking and sexy before, but now I think I can add cute to his
description. Of  course when the fire goes out between me and a side sex buddy they
all revert  back to what I first thought about them. Like with Ray. I see him
now like I did  before. I mean before Ryan went to Georgia and I tried
replacing his dominant  sex with Ray's version of it. It got so I thought Ray
was good looking, hot, and  sexy and what a mistake that was! I've always said
Ray's my biggest mistake,  side-sex wise. Last summer I somehow managed to
convince myself Ray was 'the  man', but I came to my senses eventually. Not
quick enough if you ask me, but at  least I finally did. Now I think Ray's
incredibly misguided, and borderline  weird looking, and an oddly eccentric
beyond-belief person with BO. I can't  disparage his fucking ability though,
or his amazing penis. Hmmm, I also can't  say positively I'll never have sex
with him again, but I can say if I do it'll  be a random buddy-sex
encounter that will lead to nothing further. Now as far as  Tracy goes, if he's
serious about this sleep over I'd be up for that, although  I'd definitely
insist on splitting the bill with him at Burtons restaurant. I  kinda like the
idea of him giving me a bath though 'cause I don't mind being  pampered if
truth be known. I could use a little more pampering in my life  actually. I
don't know about the breakfast though, although maybe he can cook,  who knows.
Probably be safer to go to Denny's restaurant for  breakfast.

Tracy says, with a really nice grin, "Oh sure, we're going to do our  quick
sex." And I just now noticed that he has dimples too. Now that's a
legitimate cute grin. He puts his arms around my neck and rubs his nose against
mine, then murmurs, "Some sex definitely, but only after a little making out
with you first." He's a good make out alright, but after making out with
Ryan  earlier, by comparison, Tracy's only a 'good' make-out. Ryan's in a class
by  himself and in more ways than just making-out. Tracy does have a nice
scent  about him though, and it doesn't hurt that he seems very attracted to
me. That's  an important factor in me having good buddy sex. My dick is
responding by the  time Tracy does one last suck on my tongue, takes a big
breath, and says, "Fuck,  Dylan, I could just eat you up with a spoon, you taste
that good, and you're so  fucking cute it's insane!" I'm getting a little
overwhelmed  by all these  compliments and Tracy misinterprets my expression,
"Oh, unless you don't care  for being called 'cute'. Then I'd say you're the
best looking person I've ever  seen." I have to laugh, then mumble, "No,
cute's good, but so is what you said  about best looking, so... ya know." He
laughs putting his forehead on my  shoulder, his short beard feeling sexy on
the side of my chin. He's got a good  laugh too and he's doing a lot of it
tonight. I assume all his laughing can  mostly be attributed to the weed he
smoked. Done laughing, he lifts his head,  and mumbles, "You're priceless,
Dylan, you really are," and he kisses me again.  Oh man, his beard feels so
sexy rubbing against my face when we make out, and  Tracy has a fairly full
bread, although it's curly like Ryan's and definitely  not dense. Ryan
basically has the sexiest beard ever. I don't think thick beards  are sexy though.
Wispy ones like Ryan's are sexy.


Tracy pulls his zipper down and pulls out his fairly large, semi-boned-up
cock. He has a really good cock for fucking, but saying that it doesn't
match  Ryan's isn't really fair because I could say that about a lot of guy's
cocks.  Tracy's is among the best, I'll leave it at that. He strokes his cock
a few  times, saying, "Man, I'm anxious for this. Okay if we do it the same
way we've done it before? I really think it's hot fucking standing up." I
turn around and  bend over, muttering, "Sure." We're not standing in the same
spot as the other  couple of times we fucked together, this time my hands
are gripping the top of a  bureau drawer. There's a bed in the room too, but
it's covered with boxes of  plastic cups, paper plates, and whatever. Behind
the bureau is a mirror, so I  look at my reflection and I'll be dammed if my
little sex-pot friend, Ryan,  didn't do a real good job with my burr
haircut. It's severely short on the  sides, but rounded nicely at the top of the
sides where my skull rounds some on  top. The short hairs on the top of my
head are standing stiffly up. He used the  half inch guide on top initially
but I guess he had to cut it shorter when  blending in the sides. All I know
is he used the clippers like forever. Yeah, I  guess I like it alright, but
Tracy's right, it's probably is too short and tight  for most guys. I lower
my head and look at the crown where Ryan cut the hairs  down to less than a
quarter inch. Fuck, can I believe this? I'm getting a boner  thinking about
my next Ryan-haircut. Yeah, I've got a fetish about Ryan giving  me short
haircuts and that's for sure. Fetishes are cool and sexy!


Tracy's rubbing his cock up and down my butt cheeks and that last rub  left
a trail of precum in it's wake. Hey, maybe he's doing me bareback this
time, but then I hear him ripping open a condom's wrapper, mumbling, "Yeah, I
see some dried cum back here, Dylan, well some of it's still a little damp.
It's  about the sexiest thing ever! I've never fucked a guy after another
guy just had  his cock up my sex-buddy's ass. I only wish I had the balls to
do you without a  condom." I shrug, and mutter, "Huh, if you want to it's
okay." He pushes the  head of his now hard boner against my asshole and I feel
the lubricant on the  condom. He grunts while humping his hips and the head
slides in tightly. "Oh  fuck, yeah," from Tracy. Then he says, "I'm gonna
cum pretty quickly I'm afraid,  but I'll fuck you with a cum-filled condom
until I get you off. Okay?" I mutter,  "Sure, thanks," and he pushes his cock
in about four inches. I groan, "Ow," but  it feels good. There's a lot of
good things to say about lube when fucking.  Maybe I should carry a tube of it
around with me. Another thrust of his hips and  he's tight against my ass,
just like that. He leans over me doing little humps  against my ass without
withdrawing at all. "Your ass beats any pussy I'm  familiar with, Dylan," and
then he rubs my head. Ryan's haircut is certainly a  big hit with Tracy,
but it probably won't be especially well received by most.  Fuck 'em though.


My cock is boned-up good and hard now too. Damn, this feels good. Tracy
get's his arm around the front of my neck and pulls me roughly up against his
chest, saying, "Now that my cock's fully up your tight ass, this is how I
like  to fuck you, your back up against me. Dude, you've got the hottest body
ever,"  and his hand goes under the dirty sweatshirt I'm wearing, one Robby
wore  yesterday. Tracy's rubbing my belly, then my chest, mumbling, "Cool
nip ring,  Dylan." He has yet to pull his cock back, but there's some
sizzling activity  going on in there just the same. Then he moves his hips back
drawing back his  boner and pushing it right back in all the way up my ass. Our
faces are side by  side, and we look cool together in the mirror's
reflection. I see Tracy's eyes  are closed and his lips are tightly together as he
pulls his boner back again  and thrust it right back in, as I go, "Ooooh,
ummm." He asked, "You okay,  Dylan?" and I go, "Yeah, it feels real good,
Trace," and he begins moving his  hips and thrusting against me, his boner making
quick trips back and forth in my  ass. That big, hard organ slides against
the walls of my rectum pressing against  my prostate gland and tantalizes
the lips of my anus. His body smacking against  my ass creates a, "Slap, slap,
slap, slap," sound for a good three minutes and  now my eyes and lips are
tightly closed too as the sensations from all those  beautiful nerve endings
brilliantly perform their job. I'm soon squirming  in his grasp and, oh
fuck, this feels so good! "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as I  moan with each
thrust, "Um, um, um, ooh, ooh, ooh, Trace, ooh,  yeah, ooh," A minute later he
slams his cock in and holds it there doing his  tight humps against me as he
breaths in bursts filling the condom with his  semen. "Ooooh, jeeeeesus, ooh,"
from Tracy as his body shudders, "Oh that was so  fucking good, Dylan,"
then kisses near the side of my mouth and begins fast and  hard thrusting for
another two minutes with me moaning the whole time, and  then, "Aaaaah," my
whole body jerking as three smallish  shots of cum fly out. The first one
hitting the mirror and the next two only  making it to the front of the
bureau's top drawer. My shoulders shudder at the  sizzling all around my ass and
groin. A small climax, but it felt like a much  bigger one. This was one of
Tracy's longer fuck's lasting maybe six minutes. He  had a orgasm at the three
or four minute mark, but since I climaxed an hour and  a half ago, this
orgasm took another two or three minutes to blast off.  Nice!




He lets go of me and pulls his cock out breathing deeply. "Perfection,
Dylan. Never-ever disappointing. Love your ass, dude!" I nod, "It felt great,
Trace. Any time, man, wow. A sleep over, huh? Um, how many time do you think
you  can go in a night?" Without a moments hesitation, he says, "Six.
That's all I'm  good for." I mumble, "Six is a good squiggly number." He wipes
the lube off my  ass with some tissue as I'm leaning  over holding onto the
bureau again.  Then, "SMACK!" on my ass, and he says, "I forgot you like it
kinda rough, Dylan.  Sorry." I standup and pull my pants up, asking, "How long
have I been in your  apartment, Trace?" He says, "About ten or twelve
minutes because I talked too  much. It's that fucking weed, dude." We walk out
and head back through his  apartment with Tracy's arm around the back of my
neck, and him saying, "I really  needed that, Dylan, thanks man." I ask him,
"Okay if I grab a couple of  six-packs for the road?" He nods his head, "No
problem, I'll grab a couple for  you myself. Got a big shipment of Coors in
this morning. We're drinking Coors  for a couple of weeks." I'm like,
"Thanks, Trace, but I insist on paying." He  goes, "I know, I know, you won't let
me treat you. I'd like to though." I go,  "Nah, I don't think that's right,
but thanks." He says, "Tell Mick at the bar I  said it's okay. Mick's a
chick, by the way."

In the kitchen he gives me what I can only describe as a romantic kiss,
then says, "I enjoyed this tremendously, Dylan. Can't wait for us to sleep
together and I hope it's real soon." I smile, "Yeah, but we aren't going to
get  serious, right? I love me some side-sex with cool guys like you from time
to  time, Trace, but I'm in a true love relationship with my boyfriend." He
makes a  cute face fiddling with my cross necklace, mumbling, "This is
David Yurman, ya  know. A gift?" I nod my head thinking of Willie. Tracy says,
"Have you ever  thought of wearing a necklace with a message replacing the
cross on this  necklace?" I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" He goes, "The message should
say,  'WARNING: I'M VERY ADDICTIVE'. I grin, "No, I  haven't given that
much thought." One more rub of my head, then he points there,  "That's a hot
do, dude." I mumble, "Yeah, thanks, Tracy," and step thought the  back door
onto the deck. I go right to the narrow table that serves as their bar  and
tell the girl bartender that Tracy okayed two take-out six packs of Coors.
She says, "No offense, cutie, but I gotta check," and she calls on her cell
phone, turning away as she talks. I hear her say, "I don't know, Tracy. He's
got  blond hair in some sort of Marine haircut." She nods her head and turns
around,  saying, "Okay, Dylan, two six packs coming up, and at a discount.
The boss says  until further notice you get whatever you ask for." I smile,
"Thanks," and she  takes two six packs from a refrigerated cabinet, saying,
"Ten bucks, please." I  pay her and mumble my thanks, then walk through some
boisterous guys who look  too old to be in college. One of them gooses me
on my way by, but I resist  turning to see who it was. Ryan's still talking
with Felix and his girlfriend. I  hold up the six packs and Ryan asks, "Are
we leaving now, Dylan?" I go,  "Whenever you say, buddy," and Felix says, "We
gotta get going  ourselves."


Everyone says their goodbyes and Felix leaves with his girlfriend, while
Ryan and me stay to finish our beers. Ryan asks, "What's up with the guy you
were talking to?" I'm like, "Tracy? He owns this place. I did a shot of
whiskey  with him and we talked. By the way he loves this haircut you gave me."
Ryan  beams, and that's so good to see. He asks, "You don't think it's too
short? I  should have probably buzzed it longer than a half inch and next
time I will if  you want. I had to cut it down making it all blend together. I
like how it's  rounded, don't you?" I go, "Yeah, it's cool, but your my
barber, Ryan, so you  decide." He grins, "I love you, you know that?" I smell
the back of my hand,  mumbling, 'Thanks, Ryan, right back at you." I'm
wondering if Tracy making a  fuss over my haircut has influenced my opinion of it.
Feeling it now myself, and  wow, this is wicked short, but Ryan's looking
so pleased with himself it makes  me feel good. He swallows the last of his
beer, then grins at me, saying, "I  want to kiss you," and I'm like, "Go
ahead, I'm not in the closet." My back's  against the railing and he leans
against my stomach with his hand behind my neck  and gives me one of his kisses,
the kind he should patent. If I hadn't just had  an orgasm I'd definitely
have a boner in my pants about now. Ryan can get me so  hot so fast it ain't
even funny. Done the kiss, he says, "I'm not in the closet  either." We're
finished off our beers, so we walk toward the new door leading to  the steps.
I'm asking, "Oh, you're 'out' to your parents?" He goes, "I'm not  that
'out', no, heh heh. It's just at college I'm 'out'."


Ryan lets me drive his Mini to Stop & Shop, and whenever I glance  over at
him he's smiling, and that hasn't been the case for weeks. Sweet! We're
going to the grocery store to get stuff for our dinner. Inside the store I do
my  usual surveying for cute bag boys seeing none, but I don't even make a
fuss  about it anymore. At the meat counter we get country style pork ribs,
then at  the canned food section pick out a big can of bake beans. Next the
bakery for  some French rolls, and finally the produce section for a head of
iceberg lettuce  and a couple of ripe plum tomatoes. Then back at the
apartment I'm drinking a  beer while putting our meal together.  Ryan's got a beer
too as he watches  me make my famous pork and bake bean casserole. I pour
the dark beans in a  fireproof casserole dish and add brown sugar, some
barbecue sauce, sliced sweet  onion, ketchup and dark mustard, then mix it all
together and lay the country  ribs on top of the beans, coating them sparingly
with a little extra barbecue  sauce. The last thing that goes in is a hot
cherry pepper pushed down into the  beans. The baked beans will be sweet and a
little spicy. The lid goes on and I  put it in a preheated 350 degree oven
for and an hour-and-a-half to two hours...  the pork will be so tender it
falls off the bone. Cutting wedges of iceberg  lettuce and plum tomatoes onto
two plates, then covering the plates with plastic  wrap, the two salads go
in the refrigerator until we're ready to eat then with  Ken's Italian
dressing.


We sit in the living room talking about various things and drinking  beers.
After each beer we go outside for a cigarette. I finally steer the
conversation to Ryan's situation with Marty. I'm hoping the beers loosen Ryan up
and I learn more about what goes on between those two. He says, "Oh fuck,
that's  a touchy topic! I can tell you one thing for sure, after spending today
with  you, Dylan, I definitely want to get away from Marty more than ever.
I never  have any fun with him, not like I had today with you. Especially
giving you that  awesome burr haircut, and everything we've been doing since
then. In other words  being a normal college student." I'm tired of the
haircut topic, but I say,  Yeah, nice job with my haircut." He goes, "One thing I
finally get right, but  thanks." One of the things I want to do is build up
Ryan's confidence and  surprisingly the haircut has been good for that. He
says, "Another thing, Dylan,  the sex I had with you today was way better
than sex I've been having with  Marty. Early on Marty and I had really good
sex together, and even now I have  ginormice climaxes, but the things I have
to endure in between climaxes ruins  everything, and I basically miss you
something awful too. I need a big change."  I say, "How often does he
handcuffed you to something in the dorm?" He's like,  "Almost everyday, and that damn
butt plug I have to sleep with might be  stretching my anus. My asshole
feels loose and open when he takes it out. It's  like that every day until
about lunchtime and it's a freaky feeling. He told me  starting next week I'll
be wearing a butt plug during the day too. He likes  being able to slide his
big fat cock up my ass. It's tight enough up in my  rectum, but my anus
seems stretched and his fat cock head fits in snugly without  any lube. A butt
plug for sex play is okay and even hot, but he overdoes  everything." Ryan's
right, some of it actually sounds sexy to me, but I wouldn't  want to
experience it every day for months, no way! A day or two, ya know. Hell,  I've
done most of that for a day or two in the past. Getting a little turned-on  I
ask, "What else does he do?" Ryan shrugs, "I told you about my nuts and cock
being tied off, but I've done that to you." Yeah, he has, and so has Sonny
for  that matter.

Ryan finishes off his bottle of Coors, "Can I get you another one,  Dylan?"
I nod my head and chugalug the rest of my beer, then hand him the  bottle.
He brings back two beers and gives me one, saying, "When I'm telling you
what he does it doesn't sound so bad, but for the last three weeks or so he's
been doing the stuff in a mean spirited way like he wants to demean and
punish  me as much as he can. He doesn't do it like we're having a good time,
and it  seems he doesn't even like me, or he's bored with me. It takes a lot
of his time  controlling me twenty-four/seven and it's almost seems like he
feels it's  getting to be a pain in his ass. Anyway that how it seems to me,
and the  slightest thing I do wrong gets my faced slapped or punched. He
used to like me  I think, but now it's like he's being sadistic." I say, "Like
breaking your  little finger." He nods his head looking down, mumbling,
"It's embarrassing  someone would do that to me, like I must be the biggest
loser in the world. He  didn't give it a second thought. you know, like it's
only insignificant Ryan's  finger." I ask, "How'd it happen?" He shrugs, "I
told you he has this super  dominant way about him and he makes me tell him
the truth about everything. So I  confessed that you and me fucked early this
week. He didn't yell or anything,  just told me to make a fist with my left
hand, but leave the little finger  extended. The menacing way he said it
scared me so I didn't dare not obey him.  He held my wrist and looked me in the
eyes as he put his fist around my  little finger and snapped it at the
knuckle. I fainted for a few seconds  because the pain was so intense." I feel
sick to my stomach hearing that. Ryan  says, "And I ended up apologizing to
him." I go, "What the fuck? Why'd you do  that?" He says, "Marty acted all
upset that he had to do it. He was yelling  stuff like, 'Why do you do things
that make me need to discipline you so  harshly, and I'm disrespecting my
'master' and shit like that. I told him how  sorry I was because he gets in
these moods that scare me. After I apologized ten  times or so he took me to
the emergency room telling me to say I broke it  playing touch football."
Jesus, that's pathetic. I'm disappointed in Ryan for  being so wimpy. He needs
to set a limit as to what he'll accept, like I do. And  how the hell can
someone be so dominant you babble confessions he'd have no way  of knowing
about otherwise, and that aren't any of his business anyway? It's ass
backwards. If someone starts breaking your fingers, you might start babbling,  but
not just from someone acting a little dominant. There has to be a limit to
what you'll take and then you say, "NO!". Well, it would be counterproductive
belittling Ryan, so I keep my opinion to myself for now.


We're quiet for a minute while I'm thinking how Ryan's basically a
pushover, then he says, "Oh, I didn't tell you this: I need to be naked whenever
I'm in the dorm and I'm not allowed to talk unless Marty tells me too, mute
and  naked with the tight dog collar on." Yeah, I've been there, but the
qualifier is  I've only been there a day or so, not three fucking months. He
adds, "Yeah, and  not only Rex but a couple of other gay guys come in and out
of the room mocking  me. They're two local gay guys who don't even go to
Merrimack and they humiliate  the shit out of me, calling me names and teasing
me by hitting my balls with a  ruler, or whatever the fuck they have in their
hands. This one ugly fuck, his  name's Taffy, he can hack a  gob of mucus
like twenty feet and hit me in  the head or face with it. My hands are
handcuffed so I can't even wipe it off my  face  and it drools down with them
cheering. It's sickening with those guys  clapping and pointing at me laughing.
Ah fuck it, I gotta get out of there." I  say, "Well, you've never even told
him you want out, so he might think you like  what you're getting. Frankly
I can't imagine anyone being dominant enough for me  to let them treat me
like that." He frowns, "Don't be mean, Dylan. I'm gonna  tell him, but you
don't know him like I do. He has a 'way' about him that makes  you just do what
he says." Jeez, he has a 'way' about him, huh? What a crock of  shit. I'm
like, "Lets go talk to him right now. Come on, get up." Ryan's whole  body
tightens up, "Now? We haven't even eaten and you said we'd take a shower
together." I stand up, "We can't eat for a hour anyway because the casserole
isn't cooked yet, and we'll take a shower later." He goes, "But he might not
let  me out again if I go over there." I say, "Come on, we're going right
now. You've  let him get in your head too much. He's not in my head and I'll
show you what  happens when you stand up for yourself. I promise you'll get
out again, or we'll  see how tough this asshole actually is." Ryan gets up
reluctantly, saying, "I  don't think this is a good idea at all, Dylan."


I ignore that and put my coat one, so he puts his on too. I'm squeezing
the back of his neck as we're going out the door, trying to pump him up
telling  him, "Nothing ventured, nothing gained, little buddy. It'll be okay,
nobody's as  dominant as you claim Marty is. It's a cumulative thing that's
built-up in your  head. He's got you thinking he's this all-powerful figure, and
he's not." I've  got Ryan's car keys in my coat pocket so I go to the
driver's side and Ryan  shrugs getting in the passenger seat. Neither of us says
anything during the  short drive, and the closer we get the less of a good
idea this seems. I can't  back out now though, not after my overconfident
prodding for Ryan to confront  Marty. We don't say anything walking to his
dormitory either, and going up the  steps I'm thinking this should have been
planned out a little. Ryan hesitates  outside the door to his room and looks at
me licking his bottom lip. I nod my  head at the door and he reluctantly
opens it. There's Marty at his desk  studying. Huh, yeah, he needs to study
like the rest of us. I never thought of  him as just one of us sophomores. He
looks up a little startled, then asks,  "What the fuck are you doing here,
Newman?" I say, "We need to talk," and he  says, "Oh yeah? Well close the
fucking door and talk. And you," as he points to  Ryan, "Need to get naked and
put your collar on." Ryan looks scared to death as  he takes his coat off
real fast and pulls his sweatshirt over his head. That  right there is kinda
pathetic.  Marty asks me, "Did you join the Army or  something, asshole?" I'm
like, "What the fuck ya talking about?" He says, "That  fucking haircut,
dummy. It's a boot camp haircut and looks absurd. Now what the  fuck ya wanna
talk about." Then he points to the foot of one of the beds,  saying, "Sit
the fuck down, right there." I look at him a little stunned, and he  says, "On
the end of that fucking bed, right there!" Holy shit, he's confident
alright. I sit down as he swings his chair around to face me, "Okay, pussy,
what's this all about?" I feel my dick tightening up and my words are sticking
in my throat, so I look  at Ryan and croak out, "Ryan, what do you want to
say?" He's totally naked already, buckling his dog collar on with a vein in
his  neck pulsing because the dog collar's so tight. Ryan comes over on his
hands and  knees to kneels next to Marty who, without looking at Ryan, gets
a finger  between the dog collar and Ryan's neck, then mutters, "Good boy,
Ryan," and pats  his head. Pathetic! Then to me, he says, "In case you don't
know, my boy won't  speak without my permission, and you said 'we', meaning
you and me need to talk,  so talk."


My damn dick is getting hard witnessing Marty's exceptional dominant
behavior and the incredible amount of control he has over Ryan. Seeing it first
hand is arousing me. I shrug clearing my throat and say, in a much meeker
voice  than I intended, "Oh okay, if you won't let Ryan talk I suppose I'll
need to try  and speak for him." Marty has this penetrating stare that's
making me  uncomfortable, plus I'm on his turf, so to speak, so I'm not feeling
the  confidence about confronting Marty I felt at the apartment. Marty looks
very  comfortable staring at me without saying anything. I do two fake
coughs, then  mumble, "Ah, well, Ryan was thinking he sort of wants out of the
arrangement he  has with you." He asks, "What arrangement is that?" I shrug,
"Heh heh, you  know," and I nod toward Ryan naked with a dog collar and
kneeling next to Marty,  "That arrangement." Marty smirks slightly and just
stares, so I add, "There are  a number of reasons Ryan might want, um, to change.
Reasons that you can  probably guess, but lets just say he doesn't want to
do this anymore." Marty  looks at Ryan, cups under his chin raising his
face. Ryan looks at him like the  loyal dog looks at his master. Then Marty
looks back at me raising his eyebrows,  indicating I should continue I guess, so
I stammer, "He's kinda thinking he'd  like to move into a different dorm
room." Marty laughs an unfriendly laugh, then  goes, "You think you can just
take my boy from me, do ya? He's mine, dude." I  go, "Well, see, that's just
it, he doesn't want to be yours, and he doesn't want  to be anybody else's
either." Marty raises his eyebrows again in mock surprise,  mumbling, "First
time I'm hearing about it." He looks at Ryan who's on his knees  trembling
next to Marty, "Is that right, Rye? You want to leave me?" Ryan nods  'yes',
sweat dripping down his forehead. Marty asks him, "Why didn't you mention
this little matter to me before, huh? Or is it mostly his idea?" as he points
at me. I say, "No,  it's just that he's afraid what you'd do if he
mentioned it." He's pointing his  finger at me again, saying,  "I asked him, big
shot, not you!" He ruffles  Ryan's hair, "You can speak, boy. What's the
story." Ryan looks down, mumbling,  "What Dylan said, mostly, um, sort of. Ya
know, I'd rather not be anyone's boy I  guess." Marty chuckles, "Oh no, why the
fuck not?" and the three of us go back  and forth like that for five minutes
or so with Ryan becoming slightly more  relaxed. Surprisingly no one is
raising their voice or threatening anyone.  Finally Marty says, "Okay, I get
it, Ryan wants a new roommate, but the fact  remains he's my boy because I
trained him and I've been fucking him a few times  a day going on three months
now. What do I get if I let you have him," pointing  at me again, "It's you
taking him from me whether he's going to be your boy or  not. So what's in
it for me? Why should I let my boy go with a pussy, pretty-boy  like you?"


Marty and I have a one-sided discussion about the term 'his boy', with  him
getting a little hot under the collar now and winning most of the points.
He's intimidating alright but I manage to score some points by delving into
the  way Marty misrepresented himself over the summer by not detailing with
what his  vision a of a sub/dom relationship entail. And, how there was
never a single  mention of Ryan being part of a 'master/slave' relationship.
That goes on awhile  with Ryan chipping in a little, but always in a humble
manner. Finally I try a  compromise position, "Wait Marty. Um, you're being
reasonable in that you're at  least discussing this with us." He says,
"Brown-nosing doesn't work with me,  pussy-boy." I go, "Name calling isn't helpful.
We're being respectful, and sure,  it's certainly possible that Ryan may
have misunderstood what you laid out for  him last summer. The thing is, I
don't think we're explaining ourselves very  well. Neither of us are implying
Ryan doesn't want to be your boy, just not  twenty-four/seven. He needs a
break and maybe the best way to accommodate that  is him moving in with another
roommate. And then you can have your bud, Rex,  move in here or whatever."
He raises his eyebrows again, saying, "Well, why  didn't you say that
earlier? We might be able to work something out along those  lines. Rex's hates his
current roommate and Rex and I have been getting it 'on'  together lately
so that could work. Yeah, but then my boy wouldn't be available  to me nearly
as much as he is now. I'll need more than that." I go, "Like what?"  He
says, "Well, smart ass, you've inserted yourself into our business and I know
damn well you fucking put my boy up to this, so you'll need to be part of
the  solution." I ask, "How so?" Right then I remember Ryan's idea that if I'd
spend  one night with him as twin 'boys' for Marty, then Ryan said he'd
have the  motivation to break away from Marty. That was weeks ago though and I
rejected it  out if hand. Surely he never mentioned it to fuckwad.


Marty's thinking, then he says, "You'll both be my boys a couple times a
week, and we got a deal. That would satisfy me and bring you down a few pegs
too, buster, you better believe it." Ryan says, "No, don't do it, Dylan." I
say,  "Don't worry about that, Ryan, and, um,  fuck you, Marty!" I said the
'fuck  you' kinda tentatively. Marty jumps up and a chill goes down my
back. Getting  his face close to mine, he says, "You, little fairy boy, do not
tell me to go  fuck myself." I pull my head back, muttering, "Okay, fair
enough, but I can't  possible do this thing you want me to do with Ryan a couple
days a week." He  says, "You'd love it. I see it in your eyes." I go,
"Look, please be reasonable.  Ryan could just walk out on you if he wanted to,
but he feels he owes you, so he  wants to work out a deal you'll be happy
with." Marty sits down, pointing at me,  "I'm telling you to watch your tones of
voice when you talk to me. I'll slap  your face if you don't tone it down."
I quietly say, "I'm not giving attitude to  you at all, Marty, honest." He
goes, "You apologize to me right now." Oh fuck,  we're making some progress
here, so I go, "Okay, I apologize, Marty," He smirks  at me, and I say, "And
you know, what good would it do, for example, you beating  Ryan up if he
just walked out? I mean, don't you think some of Ryan's friends  would then
beat you up, and so on? Maybe us guys don't believe in that fair  fight
bullshit either, so maybe three or four guys against one. It's not a  threat, but
I mean you don't believe in a fair fight either, right? Or you  wouldn't
beat on Ryan who's smaller than you." I wanted to get that  in.


He waves his hand at me, "I'm not worried about that, tough guy. You'll
need more than three or four guys if the others are like you. And, dipshit,
there's a very important factor that you haven't considered. Any time I want
I  can get Ryan to change his mind about leaving. It'd take me fifteen
minutes.  Anytime I chose to do it, fifteen minutes is all it would take. If I
get  satisfaction by way of some kind of compensation though, I won't do
that." I go,  "Well, I'm sorry, Marty, and absolutely no offense intended, but I
can't be your  boy a couple of times a week. My boyfriend and I are in love
and he'd never  allow me to do that." More haggling until, Marty finally
says, "Okay, Stop!! Jesus! Were you on the debating  team in high school or
something? Just tell me your best offer. How many nights  are you willing to be
my boy along with Ryan?" Ryan's looking at me rubbing his  nose, a sort of
pleading look on his face. I shrug and mutter, "One. That's my  best offer."
Marty says, "One what? One day a week?" I go, "One as in one, a  single
night, I'm sorry but I can't do more." He sits back in his chair  thinking...
and being a little bit dramatic about it. Then he looks at  Ryan, "You'll be
coming over more than one day a week though, that's for fuck  sure". Ryan
nods, "Oh, of course, Marty, whenever you told me to." Marty swats  Ryan's
head, mumbling, "I don't like you springing this on me out of the blue  with
no warning. Caught me off guard." Then, standing up, he says, "Alright, I'm
a good guy and able to admit I maybe got a little too heavy handed with my
boy  here," probably thinking of breaking Ryan's finger, "And as long as all
my  efforts in training my boy aren't going to waste, and I still have the
use of  him whenever I want, plus you two will be my boys together one day
and night,  you got a deal."


He points at me again, Marty's big on pointing, "And your 'one', is one
day! For a full twenty-four hours, including overnight under my total control,
 asshole. Deal?" Hmmm, I already know Robby's going home this weekend
leaving for  Framingham tomorrow after class. We decided no need for me to be
there for that,  so I'll stay here. Instead of being treated like a prince by
Tracy, I'll be  treated like shit by Marty. If it'll end his control over
Ryan I guess I'll do  it. And, heh heh, Marty's gonna be disappointed how often
he sees his 'boy'  though. After tomorrow I mean, but we'll deal with that
later. For now, I go,  "Tomorrow, Marty, after classes Friday." He rubs his
hands together, saying,  "Heh heh, yeah, tomorrow. I'm looking forward to
it.," and he moves so quickly I  can't believe it, and he's got my head in a
headlock. I'm shocked, but it's a  typical bully move as he presses his big
face against mine, saying, "After  tomorrow you're gonna want more than just
the one experience being my boy  though. I can read you and you'll want more
of my dominant control. I might be  willing to let you come over again, but
you'll need to ask me nicely." Then he  lets go of me. My face feels hot
and red, as I mumble, "Yeah, fuck, okay we have  a deal, but one day will be
more than enough for me," and I hold out my hand. He  actually shakes it
grinning, saying, "I'm gonna have myself twin boys for twenty  four hours, and
then you," pointing at Ryan this time, "Will be ready to get  over here the
second I text you right?" Ryan says, "Yes, Marty, and thanks for  being so
reasonable." Marty asks, "You in for the night now, boy?" Ryan asks,  "Is it
alright if I finish the day you gave me off with my friend?" He goes,  "Yeah,
yeah, okay." I say, "Marty, um, we have a deal as of two minutes ago so
would it be okay if Ryan spends the night with me and my roommate?  I don't
mean as our boy, but as our friend." Marty goes, "Yeah, yeah if you'll just
get  the fuck out of here so I can study! And don't fucking come back until
you're  ready to get undressed and do what I tell ya." I hate that I formed
that as a  request, but Marty's a handful.


Ryan's trying not to grin, but he does as he takes off his dog collar and
gets dressed. I was more intimidated than I expected by Marty, but we
accomplished our mission. If Marty won the intimidation battle, so what? I don't
care what he thinks. As we're leaving, I say, "It's really for the best,
Marty.  I'm glad we could work something out." He says, "Yeah, heh heh. What
you don't  know is you solved a problem for me. The training of a slave, like
my boy Ryan  here, getting him completely submissive to me is the fun part
and I think we can  agree he's totally submissive to me. Of late though it's
been getting tedious  for me to constantly make sure my boy is completely
compliant and under control.  It takes a lot of my time, but now I got what I
want. He'll still be ready to do  my bidding, but only when I feel like it.
I have no doubt he'll remember his  training and be as submissive as ever.
But, here's the thing, I would have  settled on him changing roommates and
seeing me when I want, and that'd be the  end of it. You, Newman, wanted to
be a big shot and broker the deal so now  you're the icing on my cake. I
didn't expect or really need that, but I got it  anyway because you had to
impress Ryan. Ha!  And oh yeah, as you reminded  me, we shook on it, didn't we.
See you both tomorrow." Fuck!  Ryan and I  walk out as Marty calls after us,
"And that haircut of yours went out of style  is the nineteen-fifties, ya
dink." Then he says, "Get your ass back in here,  boy," and for a split second
I almost take a step back, but it's Ryan who skips  back in. "Yes, Marty?"
"Give me a kiss to show me you love me, boy," and Ryan  almost trips over
himself doing that. It's a long kiss with Marty big fat tongue  in Ryan's
mouth. Marty pushes him away, pointing at me, "You'll get plenty of  those
tomorrow. Until then you can play with yourself thinking about it." Then  we're
out the door walking down the steps.


When we get around the corner of the dormitory Ryan jumps up and down a
few times, saying, "We did it, Dylan!" I'm not so sure it wasn't Marty who did
 it. That's if what he said at the end is true and I believed him. Huh, he
sort of dominated me too, nothing like Ryan of course, and he won't
tomorrow  either, but he surprised me. I say, "Well, you get your wish too. We'll
be twin  boys for Marty for a day." He gets serious, "When I suggested that
weeks ago,  Marty wasn't anything like he is now, Dylan. I wish you hadn't
given in on that.  I told you not to." I'm a little pissed-off, "Yeah, but I
was determined to get  you into another dorm and I didn't know it didn't
require me to be his fucking  submissive boy, did I? I did it for you." Ryan
looks down, "Don't be mad at me,  Dylan. Um, you were great." I go, "Oh fuck,
how bad can it be for one night.  You've put me through some similar dominant
stuff last spring." He mutters, "Not  really." At the car I just naturally
get in the drivers side. When Ryan gets in,  he asks, "Am I ever going to
get to drive my car again?" He's grinning at me,  obviously happy as a kid in
a candy factory. I say, "Didn't anyone tell you it's  nicer to share your
toys?" He nod, "Thanks for doing this for me, Dylan. I  couldn't do it myself,
I know that." I say, "Fuckwad is a boisterously  aggressive bully prick,
but he wasn't as bad as I thought he'd be." Ryan  mumbles, "Fuckwad?" Then he
says, "He's usually much worse than he was  tonight."


As I drive us off campus, he says, "He wasn't that bad tonight. It must  be
because you were there. If you can believe it, that's the gentlest I can
remember him being in the last five or six weeks. He's usually more forceful
and  dominant." Fuck, that's hard to imagine. I go, "Ryan, Ryan, Ryan he has
your  brain scrambled a little bit. I let him think I was polite and
intimidated, but  that's so we could get our way." Ryan doesn't seem to agree with
that and I  guess Marty did intimidate me, but like I've said, one day of
sub/dom play can  be a sexy experience for me. And that's true even with
someone like Marty. Hell,  it was pretty intense during parts of that New York
City trip and I pulled that  off. I'm not all that worried about Marty, and
maybe I'm even looking forward to  it a little. Plus, I get to be a hero to
Ryan. Pulling into the apartment  complex's parking lot and then driving
around for a minute, I yell, "Fuck!"  because I can't find a parking spot, and
then drive to a spot way in back of the  next parking lot, one over from
ours.


We get out and start walking with Ryan putting his arm around my waist,
saying, "Sincerely, Dylan, thank you. I'll get to be a normal college student
again." I say, "We did it together." He goes, "How many times do you figure
I'll  need to be his 'boy' each week?" I go, "As few as you want. You're
out of his  grasp and he's already admitted it was getting  repetitive. The
whole  arrangement will fade away in a couple of weeks and if he gets
unreasonable  we'll put a pillowcase over his head and kick the shit out of him."
Approaching  the back door to the apartment building, he asks with a grin, "Do
I get to sleep  with you tonight?" I go, "No, 'cause I don't sleep on the
sofa and that's where  you'll be sleeping. Hey, remember where we parked the
Mini so we'll know where  it is when we go to class in the morning." He
stops, "Oh shit!" and I'm like,  "What now?" and he's like, "I don't have my
backpack. I need it for class  tomorrow. Actually I didn't bring anything with
me." Hmmm, I guess we were kinda  anxious to get out of Marty's room. I
says, "Balls! We'll need to go  back."


Trudging back to the car, Ryan says, "It'll be best if I run up to the
room myself. We don't want to antagonize him." Fuck antagonizing him, I want to
 redeem myself a little by giving Marty a little attitude this time. I
didn't  stand up to Marty much better than Ryan, and I'll feel better about
myself if I  stand my ground this time. Plus, it'll give Marty a little notice
that I'm not  gonna be a pushover tomorrow. I'll keep my word and go along
with the sub/dom  program to a realistic degree, but if he thinks I'm cowering
to him like Ryan  does, he's got another think coming his way. Might as
well establish that I'm  not going to put up with just anything. I have my
limits and I can set a good  example for Ryan. I say, "No, Ryan, I want to go
with you. I think Marty has the  wrong idea about me. He caught me off guard a
little by coming on so strong at  first, but now I know what to expect and
I want to set a few ground rules." Ryan  says, "No, Dylan, you don't want to
go back in there. Marty will be steaming  after thinking about it a
little." I get in the divers seat again, and on the  way to the campus I tell Ryan,
"You act which ever way you feel comfortable  with, but I'm standing up to
him more than I did fifteen minutes ago." He says,  "I don't think that's a
good idea at all, Dylan. We got most of what we wanted,  and I'm really
sorry he suckered you into being his 'boy' for a day, but  antagonizing him is
never a good idea. The second I walk in there I'm taking my  clothes off and
putting on my dog collar to play it safe. Then I'll collect what  I want to
bring back with me. You need to wait in the car, please! It's  embarrassing
for me to have you see me like that."


Driving right up to Ryan's dormitory's steps, I park illegally because
we're only going to be a couple of minutes. I guess Marty has really done a
number on Ryan, but this isn't Ryan's first rodeo so he's resigned himself to
scrape and bow to these dominant turds more than I'd ever do. Bullies are
bullies and if you push back a little, they tend to back off. I say, "I'm
coming  with you." He shakes his head as up the steps we go. I open the door
this time  and try taking the offensive, but in a friendly way. Marty's still
studying at  the desk and when his big head snaps around I give him a
friendly smile, "Sorry  for the interruption, Marty, I know you're studying, but
Ryan forgot his  backpack." Marty's incredibly quick for a guy his size as
he gets up and right  over in front of me leaning me up against the wall with
his hand on my head  holding it back hard against a cork board. He say to
Ryan, "You know what to do  when you come in this room, so do it." Ryan
squeaks out, "Yes, Marty." I go,  "Knock off the Tarzan act, Marty, we'll be out
of your hair in two  minutes."


His head's turned, watching Ryan get undress and he's not paying any
attention to me except to plaster me against the wall. Marty says, "Put that
fucking dog collar extra tight, boy." I go, "Marty, stop leaning on me," and I
struggle to slide out from under him, but he puts his hand inside my coat
and  under my shirt to get a little pinch of the skin around my pierced
nipple and  squeezes. I'm screaming in pain, but he still ignores me, telling
Ryan, "Get  over here." Ryan scurries over on his hands and knees with his long
cock and big  balls swinging between his legs. His face is red because the
collar's way too  tight. Marty tests it, then says, "Okay, the collar's just
right, get over to  put your head in the corner and stay there." He turns
his head to me now, and  says, "I told you, turd, don't come back tonight.
You're scheduled for tomorrow  at exactly two-thirty-five. Who the fuck do you
think you are storming in my  room without knocking and giving me that
bullshit attitude?" I swallow noisily  thinking. 'That's it, I'm telling Robby
and Chubby about this'. Marty goes, "I  asked you a question," and he
squeezes my nipple harder. Tears form in my eyes  as I gasp out, "I'm sorry, please
that hurts. I just came in with Ryan for a  minute." He lets go, saying,
"Get undressed like my boy, do it now!" I go, "No,  Marty, be reasonable," but
he's gets the same fucking piece of nipple between  his thumb and
forefinger again squeezing, so I go, "OW! Alright, alright, I'm  sorry." Oh man is
this motherfucker ever going to get it from me and my  roommates!!


He says, "You need to take everything off, get completely naked when you
come into this room, every time you come into this room, and that means
tomorrow  too, or later tonight, or next week, or whenever the fuck you come in
here! Got  that, pussy?" I'm really shaky, pain does that to you. I say,
"Yes, I got it,  Marty," as I hurry getting undressed. He's rustling though a
bureau drawer,  saying, "I saw in you the same submissive and  pussy makeup as
Ryan over  there. More of it in you than him and you see him on all fours
with his head in  the corner, and that's exactly where you're going to be a
minute from now. Two  submissive girlie boys on their hands and knees staring
at the corner of the  room." I've still got my underpants and socks on when
he hands me an old dog  collar, "Put it on tight and get on all fours."
Okay, that's it! I feel my face  get red and I'm so pissed off I screech, "Go
fuck yourself!" and throw the dog  collar at him. Holy shit, his face turns
purple as he lunges at me. I throw a  wild punch, but that's all because he's
got me tied up in his arms. He lifts me  up and throws me on the floor
jumping on top of me and buckling the dog collar  around my neck. Getting off
me, he goes, "Finish getting undressed, socks too."  I'm gagging, the collar's
so tight I can barely breathe. Sitting on the floor, I  pull off my
underwear and he reaches down grabbing my cock and balls with one  hand pulling
them so I fall over on my side. He straddles me keeping my junk in  his fist
and feels around my groin with the fingers of his other hand. Then  mumbles,
"You shave your pubic hairs. I thought maybe you were one of those  freaks
with no body hair. Get those socks off." I sit up again and pull my socks
off, not thinking straight now, and of course I feel a submissiveness
descending  on me, although I fight it. "Get on your hands and knees," which I do. He
stands  in front of me cupping my chin pulling my head up as far as my neck
can stretch,  and he stares into my eyes without saying anything. I've
never been so  intimidated before in my life.


My heart's beating kinda fast and thoughts of revenge takes a back seat  to
thoughts of saving some of my pride and of getting out of here alive. He
finally asks, "You ready to do what you're told?" I grunt, "Yeah, I guess,"
and  he exhales like he's exasperated. "Okay, listen to me. When I ask you
something  like that, you say, 'Yes, Marty', and keep it real humble-like."
It's hard to  talk when he's pulling my neck up like this, and with that
fucking tight dog  collar to boot, but I finally gasp, "Yes, Marty." He reaches
behind me and with  the meaty palm of his hand, gives me two really hard
smacks on my bare ass,  "SMACK! SMACK!"and I yelp at each one. He mumbles,
"Pussy," then he says, "Walk  on your hands and knees over to that corner near my
desk." My head drops as I  trudge to the corner not far from his desk. He
says, "Get your head up and don't  you dare move your head! Keep it the fuck
up, stretching your neck like I was  doing and stare only at the corner of
the wall until I tell you differently."  Then he goes back to studying. I try
making sense of all this straining my head  back and gagging from the
ridiculously tight dog collar. It's all happened so  fast, within two or three
minutes. Four minutes ago I had all this bravado and  now I'm hoping I don't
whine submissively. My cock's half hard and slowly  getting harder and
there's nothing I can do to stop  it.


It seems like forever I've been staring at this wall. My wristwatch is
still on my wrist so I know it's been a silent thirty-five minutes before Marty
 gets up and goes over to Ryan, whispering to him. My neck and head ache as
I  maintain this painful position without a thought in my head of
disobeying Marty,  and how did he get me this submissive this quickly? Oh, my cock
feels so good  though. I hear Ryan give a quiet, "Yes, Marty," but I don't
dare look back at  them. Marty goes back to his desk and I hear him sigh and
opens another text  book. The realization occurs to me that I'm in a very deep
submissive trance. It  slid over me awhile ago and now I notice my cock has
boned up tight and I can't  help but moan quietly, "Mmmm, umm." I actually
hope to get some attention from  the dominant figure in my life, Marty. He
heard my submissive moan and looks  over, asking, "Feeling it now, boy? Who's
your daddy?" I gasp, trying to say,  'You, Marty' and then say it meekly,
"You, Marty," and hear him snicker, but I  don't move my head. It feels oddly
sexual and I'm afraid I'm going to cum as I  moan submissively again,
unable to stop myself, "Mmmm, oooh, ummm." Marty gets  up and, spanks my bare
ass, and, "SMACK! SMACK!" echoes in the room. "Aaaah,  ooh." My ass is on fire,
stinging and hot. In my mind I see dominant Marty's  hand print fading from
my butt cheek as I stretch my neck further back trying to  impress him.


As the stinging on my ass fades, I can hear Ryan moving around in the
room, but I don't know what he's doing and with Marty four feet from me I don't
dare look. My cock's real tight and I hate to admit how good it feels. I've
shed  all my animosity towards Marty, rationalizing sensibly that he's
dominant over  me and I'm no where near as cool and confident as I thought I'd
be with him. I  grossly underestimated him, but that's not his fault, it's
mine and a sort of  admiration for him forms in my mind. I hear his desk chair
creak and then he's  next to me with his hand on my head. His voice is
smooth and confident as he  asks, "Do you know your place now, boy?" I can't
raise my voice above a meek  squeak, "Yes, Marty." He gives my bare ass another
powerful, "SMACK!" and I yelp  again, my knees hopping off the floor with
my hard cock tightening up even  further. It's now sticking straight out, so
hard it barely moves, as I go,  "Ooooh, mmmm," because again it feels like
I'm going to cum. How do I get like  this and why? Those ass smacks really
fucking stung. He reaches under me and  yanks on my boner, muttering, "Good,
you got the message now, don't ya?." "Yes,  Marty." "Your pathetic
submissiveness has you extremely aroused sexually,  doesn't it? This is what you
crave, boy, and you know damn well who your  dominant master is now. You
submissive fags get your rocks off being dominated  and I'm happy to oblige because
it sexually arouses me seeing you groveling in  your submissiveness to me."
He asks again, probably trying to establish this  thought in my brain, "You
got yourself a dominant master now, don'cha?" And a  pathetic, "Yes, Marty,"
from me as I almost cum for the third time since  beginning my second visit
with Marty.


The worst part is I'm really into Marty's dominance now, so much so I
tighten my stomach muscles positive I'm gonna cum, and wanting to so badly. Then
 he attaches a leash to my collar, muttering, "You're a bigger  more
submissive pussy than Ryan. Okay, follow me on your hands and knees keeping your
head way down now." Oh God, my neck aches from my head being back so far,
so  long, and now it's hard to hang my head. He says, "Just follow where your
leash  leads you." I trail behind Marty, my face red and my cock throbbing
as I  remember the palm of his hand on my throbbing boner and hope I feel
his hand  there again. I realize pretty quickly we're going around the room in
circles and  as he pulls on my leash and I follow. My only thoughts are how
good my cock  feels and I'm wondering what happened to Ryan. Marty pushes
behind my head,  "Keep your fucking head down, pussy! Get it down lower,
smell the carpet," and I  get another, "SMACK!" on my bare ass and I yelp again.
My head's down so far my  nose hits the floor every time he jerks on my
leash. I can't get over this  feeling I'm going to climax any second because
I'm so fucking sexually  aroused... it's awesome.


After I follow him a couple of times around the room, Marty pulls hard on
the leash to stop me, leans down and pats, then rubs my head, asking, "When
you're in this room who are you?" I shrug, whining out, "Your boy." He
says,  "And as my boy what do you do?" I sense him swinging his arm for another
smack  on my bare ass so I cringe, then, "SMACK!" rings out in my ears. My
ass lowers  as I cower and meekly say, "Whatever you tell me to do, Marty."
He says, "Look  up," and when I do I see Ryan sitting in a chair fully
dressed watching my  entire humiliation silently. He's hunched forward resting his
elbows on his  thighs wearing his backpack, ready to go when Marty lets
him. Marty says, "You  see my boy, Ryan, here. He's not inferior to you, you're
inferior to him because  you're more submissive then he is, by quite a bit.
Your the bottom of the  barrel. If I want someone's asshole licked you're
the one I assign that job to.  Do you understand that?" My face is on fire
I'm so humiliated in front of Ryan,  but I'm getting trained fast and remember
to say, "Yes, Marty." He pulls on my  leash saying. "Up on your knees and
show Ryan your nice little boner." I sit up  on my knees with my hard cock
sticking straight out, as Marty says , "Arch your  back shoving your crotch
out more." I strain pushing my junk forward as far as I  can. My boner's so
hard now it doesn't even move. Marty flicks the head of my  cock with his
finger, "See, Ryan, it's a nice little boner sticking right out  from his shaved
groin. He's so sexually aroused from my dominance of him I could  get him
shooting cum around the room if I choose to do that." He pulls on my  leash,
"Up straighter, boy, and I stretch up as much as I can with my back ached
like he told me. Marty rubs my head, "Good boy, now stoke your cock." A whiny
 moan from me as I fist my cock a half dozen time whining, "Aaaah, aaah,
oooh"  and a drool of precum slides out. "Stop!" Marty yells, I grovel and
moan, right  on the edge of orgasm. Sweat rolls down my face as I close my eyes
unable to  look at the pity for me I see in Ryan's eyes. Marty laughs out
loud, and it's  not a phony laugh either. Not a peep out of Ryan. Marty says,
"Well, Ryan, what  do you think of your hero now, huh? He's got a very
submissive nature, don't he?  I'll bet you could dominate the shit out of him,
couldn't ya? You really should  too. You'd do him a favor actually." Abject
humiliation doesn't begin to cover  this situation I put myself in.


I'm in a trance so deep by now then when Marty pulls his cock out of his
zipper, motioning for Ryan to get down on his knees next to me, and then he
waves his big cock it in my face, I suck it right into my mouth and lick it
like  crazy with saliva soon dripping off my lips and chin. Marty talks
nicely now,  "That's nice, boy," and he rubs my head, "Very nice." I actually
feel proud and  then grateful he's being nice to me now. He pulls his cock
from my mouth with a  string of my saliva attached to it, and moves it to
Ryan's mouth. Ryan gobbles  it into his mouth and sucks it like I did, and when
Marty moves his cock from  Ryan's mouth back to mine, full of Ryan saliva, I
almost cum right then and  there. Another long drool of precum leaves my
throbbing cock. Marty's cooing and  complimenting both of us for being good
cock suckers and calling us that. He  finally climaxes in Ryan's mouth but
pulls his cock over to me quickly and  shoots a squirt of cum on my nose before
his hard cock's in my mouth again where  he shoots two good size loads of
spunk. He grips my jaw, quietly saying, "Let me  see you swallow that, boy."
Easier said than done with the too tight dog collar,  but I manage and he
pulls his cock out, saying, "You both did good. Good boys!"  We stay up on our
knees, me naked and Ryan fully dressed wearing his  backpack.


Marty says, "Ryan, you go back and sit in the chair. Dylan you get
dressed." As I'm pulling my underpants on, Marty unbuckles my dog collar, then
pats my shoulder. "I'm glad you came back tonight. Did you learn anything?" I'm
 still in deep submission and I may be forever. I humbly say, "Yes, Marty.
You  taught me my place. I'm your submissive boy." He looks at Ryan, "See,
he's more  submissive than you ever were, Ryan." Then to me, "Yes, very good,
boy. You see  how aroused you get from me dominating you. I do you the
favor of creating  sexual arousal in you like you crave. You almost gobbled my
whole cock in your  mouth. You did good, but this is why I said you'll want
more than just me  dominating you one time tomorrow. Remember to be very
humble when you ask if you  can come with Ryan again. That's important. You'll
learn how to do it to please  me, and I'm not saying I don't want you again
after tomorrow because I do, but  there's a right way to do things. Okay?"
and he rubs my head, as I whine, "Yes,  Marty. Please can I..." and he laughs.
"Not now numbnut's, start begging me  Saturday morning at the earliest."
Then he says, "On all fours," and I drop down  for another, "SMACK!" and a
yelp from me. He helps me up then and I glance at  Ryan sitting in the chair
with his backpack still on, but he can't even look at  me. I still have a
buzzing all around my groin and It feels real good." Marty  hugs me, "You're
doing fine, boy. Tonight allowed us to understand each other  and because of
that I have no doubt tomorrow will be a more pleasant experience  for you, but
then tonight was too, wasn't it?" I say, too enthusiastically, "Oh  yes,
Marty." I simply can't help myself because the submissiveness rules my  brain.
He says, "Being slightly hard on you is the fastest way to make you
understands the facts of life, as far as you and I are concerned. Even better
yet, your little boyfriend here could witness me breaking you completely.
Neither of you have any illusions of who or what you are." I'm listening
intently to every word and everything he says is true. He goes, "You learn very
fast though and I appreciate that. You did really good. How do you feel?" I
lean  into his arm that's around me, saying, "Good, Marty. Actually I feel
like I'm  going to cum." He chuckles, "Yeah, I know you do, but don't do it
here. Maybe  Ryan will take pity on you and take care of your need when you
leave." And  I get another pat on my shoulder.

As I finish getting dressed he talks with Ryan in a very nice way
outlining how tomorrow Marty's going to be reinforcing what I learned tonight  and
he wants Ryan help with that. I hear him say, "Maybe by Saturday morning
sometime it can be all about enjoying yourselves with me and Rex giving you
what  you want, and we'll give you both a hard fucking. I'm the dominant sex
partner  for both of you though and don't ever forget that. Get it in your
heads you're  both going to be my submissive boys, and I'm your master. I want
you to repeat  that to each other a hundred times when you leave." Ryan
meekly says, "Yes,  Marty, I understand." Somewhere in my brain I recognize this
is more and more  like the New York City trip I took, and to a point that's
not a totally bad  thing. Marty says, "You're the best boy I've ever had,
Ryan, and I have no doubt  you'll continue to be no matter what your hero
here thought." Ryan quietly says,  "Thank you, Marty, you and me can sleep
together again too sometimes, can't we?"  And Marty didn't notice it, but I did:
Ryan said that sarcastically. Is he nuts?  Marty's like, "Certainly you can
sleep with me, but not every night. We need  some separation now, it's good
for our relationship. I'll tell you when you can  share my bed again." I'm
dressed feeling better now that I've sorted out a  couple of things in my
head. Some of my submissiveness has now drifted away and  I can rationalize
that only Marty's witnessed my cowardly submission and melt  down, knuckling
under completely to his strength and confident manner. Ryan too,  but I've
been almost as submissive to Ryan at times in the past so it shouldn't  be
that shocking to him, although the way he looked at me is a concern. To me
this has been the most shocking experience of my life of course. I caved in
faster than Ryan, according to Marty.


He says, "Okay, you boys stand next to each other now," and we do that,
our sides touching, standing up straight. He confidently says, 'You're both
going to be in the right docile frame of mind tomorrow I've no doubt, right?
Do  the hundred repeats that you my boys and I'm your master. If you don't
do it  I'll know." We both say, "Yes, Marty," and I'm again thinking that
this isn't so  bad, and tomorrow might be really sexy. Marty's an awesome dom.
I mean, fuck, I  almost had an orgasm when everything was going badly for me
so what will happen  when he's fucking me? I'll probably cum so hard my
dick falls off.  Like  Marty said, we got some of the bad stuff over with the
last forty-five minutes  or so and tomorrow after he reinforces certain
concepts to me maybe we can  concentrate on some really hot sub/dom sex. And I
can admit to myself I'm  totally submissive to Marty, so no more fooling
myself about that. Plus I also  saw that he has a good side too... and his cock's
bigger than even Ryan's, so  right there... that's fucking intriguing.
Marty pats both our cheeks like we're  the little boys, which we feel like we
are in our minds. I mean we're with big  bad Marty, the toughest kid in the
neighborhood. He's satisfied we know our  place now, so he says, "Okay then,
this was time well spent. Both of you give me  an adoring kiss goodnight and
then get on outta here so I can finish studying."  He kisses Ryan first just
like he did earlier with a lot of tongue, and he might  have the biggest
tongue I've ever see. Ryan squirms in Marty's arms, moaning  before the kiss
is over and then clings to Marty. When Ryan backs away he's  shooting me a
'look' that seems to say, 'that was disgusting', which makes no  sense. Marty
says, "Good boy, Ryan," and he looks at me. I move right over to  him,
almost stumbling into him. My face moving to his immediately for my turn,  and
then his wet lips are on mine with a mix of his and Ryan's saliva as he
kisses me. His humongous tongue takes over my mouth and at first it's gross, but
soon my arms go around him and I'm kissing back with my boner coming back
up. I  almost had an orgasm any number of times tonight and I'm afraid this
is going to  be it, but he breaks the kiss at the last second with my cock
throbbing just  before climax. "Nice kiss, boy. Damn, you smell good too." He
rubs my head,  asking, "We good? We'll have a good slave/master relationship
like I can see you  desperately want whether you realize you want it or
not. I've never been master  to twin slave boys before. Lots of new
possibilities with that. We'll get Rex  involved too... heh heh, yeah." Ryan and I are
twins again. I say, "Yes, Marty."  Then he gets his arm around both our
necks for a hug, mumbling, "This is going  to work out way better than I
expected." We break apart with Ryan and me waiting  to be dismissed, which Marty
does with a smile, "You boys can take off now and  thanks for sucking me off.
I really enjoyed that." For a second I think Ryan's  going to say something
to Marty, but he must have changed his mind. He isn't  showing the docile
posture I am though. Then Ryan says, "Thank you for  everything, Marty," but
he sounds funny like he's being sarcastic again. Marty  frowns as he looks at
him and I interrupt by stupidly saying, "Yeah, thank you,  Marty," and
blush a dark red again. He grins at me as we back stumbling clumsily  out the
door.


Walking down the steps, I'm rubbing my face with both hands trying to get
back to reality. Then Ryan and I are acting awkward with each other. At the
car  Ryan shakes his head muttering, "Balls to that," and holds out his hand
to me. I  look at him, then without an argument I submissively pass him the
keys. He  throws his backpack in the back, saying, "Get in the passenger
seat." I'm still  feeling eerily submissive, but at least Ryan doesn't say, 'I
told you so'. My  embarrassing behavior towards Marty begins running
through my brain and I don't  know what to say to Ryan... I can't even look at
him. He starts the car, then  goes, "Oh fuck!" and turns to me, "Look, I was
afraid something like that would  happen. Marty wasn't his normal self the
first time we were in there. I'm sorry  you had to experience that, but I'm
guessing you thought it was a super dominant  experience, right?" I nod my head
still feeling too submissive to say anything.  I know later I'm going to
feel even more humiliated, but now I'm still sexually  aroused. Ryan says,
"Um, don't worry, Dylan, ah, no one will know how you acted  in there except
Marty and probably Rex. I'm not telling anyone." He pats my  shoulder and I
finally look at him, saying, "I owe you an apology, Ryan. You  were right
about everything. I was too cocky, too full of myself to realize  you're the
expert on this kind of shit. Marty's easily the most dominant person  I've ever
met, and he's wicked strong too. You've been totally right about him."
Further embarrassing myself some tears roll down my cheek. Ryan rolls his eyes,
 then hugs my shoulders, "It's alright, Dylan. You'll be alright. You did
the  best you could I guess. Oh fuck it, I'll try looking out for you
tomorrow.  Just do what I do whenever you can, alright? It'll be, um, whatever." I
mutter,  "I caved in like a cheap suit and humiliated myself to him far more
than just  humbling myself like you told me to do." He emphatically says,
"I told you not  to come with me. That's what I said!" I look away, mumbling,
"I know, but It's  not like I decided to do all that other stuff. He
decided for me and I couldn't  do anything about it except do what he said and
after awhile I wanted to do what  he said too. Just like you described." Ryan's
rubbing my shoulder, "Yeah I know,  Dylan, but you're not used to that
level of dominance. You know, you sorta, um,  didn't hold up too good, but it's
okay I guess. Um, like I've told you in the  past, I knew you'd like that
kind of extreme shit if you were ever exposed to it  and now you've been
exposed to it. After tomorrow we are not going to Marty's  together again.  I'll
look out for you and keep you from seeing him again  for your own well
being." I lean over and Ryan hugs me again, murmuring, "Don't  feel bad, Dylan.
You'll get back to being just like you always were, you haven't  changed that
much. Maybe lost some confidence, but we shared a short sub/dom  sexual
experience with neither of us blowing our load so there's that." I try to  grin
because Ryan's trying to find some positive nugget that will allow me to
save some self respect, but it hopeless and I take a deep breath instead of
grinning.


He sees me glum, and quietly says, "I'm worried about you now. Are you
going to be okay?" I nod my head, "Yeah, I'm acting like such a baby, but that
was such an eye opening experience." He goes, "You learned something about
yourself tonight, didn't you?" I shrug, "I guess, but I haven't sorted it
out  yet. Oh fuck though, yeah I learned some things. For one I need to
respect you  more. You handled yourself so much better than me." He goes, "You
did okay and  it's all between you and me anyway. No one else will know." He
drives us off  campus as I try to sort it all out, without much luck. I was
pathetic and  helplessly under Marty's control both physically and mentally,
and he proved  he's much stronger than me in both areas. Marty's will is a
lot stronger than  mine as well. Ryan asks, "I know this is bizarre, but I
expect that submissive  experience made you horny. It did me, in a sick way."
I'm like,  "Embarrassingly you're right, it did, Ryan, Yes, I'm very horny.
I'm so horny  and aroused I almost climaxed when he kissed me at the end,
and about ten other  times earlier too." Ryan says, "Okay, I gonna fuck you
and relieve both our  sexual tensions." I gulp, groping myself, muttering,
"Yeah, do it, Ryan. You  should  be my dominant master or whatever the fuck,
you know, just like  Marty said. He sees everything." Ryan's parking way
back, where we parked  before. He turns the engine off, saying, "Yeah, that's
very obvious to me too.  Pull your fuckin' seat back as far as it'll go." I
gulp because there was a nice  tough of bossiness when he said that. He's
doing the same with his seat, then he  says, "Get on your knees, facing the
door." I do that and he pulls my pants down  just enough to expose my asshole.


His cock comes out his fly and he rubs it on my ass, then says, "Get
around here and suck my cock." He almost said, 'boy' at the end. My boner comes
right back up as I rustle around and take his cock in my mouth sucking and
licking it as he rubs my head, mumbling, "Yeah, this is the haircut I'm
going to  be giving you from now on, or maybe even shorter. Remember last spring
I said I  was going to keep your hair short so you remembered your place?"
Actually I  don't, but I know somebody told me that, and it's hot. As he
rubs the haircut he  gave me, he mutters, "Yeah, you need a compassionate
dominant figure in your  life or you're gonna wind-up worse than me. Ya know,
Dylan, I learned something  about myself tonight too." I don't know what he's
talking about as I suck his  big cock until he swats my head, saying, "Okay,
it's hard, get back around there  and get your ass up." I do that and he
mounts me immediately pushing all eight  inches of hard cock up my ass and we
both moan, "Aaaaah, ooh, yeaaaaah." Ryan  blows out a lot of air, then says,
"It almost feels like you have lube in your  ass," which of course I do from
Tracy's condom. Then he grabs my hips and pounds  his cock in me very
roughly, jostling my body so much I almost slip off the  seat. Immediately I feel
an orgasm coming on and it's coming on like a runaway  train. He's grunting
and slamming into me, the top of my head hitting the door  with every
thrust he makes with that big hard cock of his slamming up my ass.  Than a vision
of Marty's cock doing the same thing tomorrow night gets me  gasping and
moaning, "Aaah, oooh, yeaaa, fucccck me, ooh Ryaaaan..." He starts  smacking
my ass as he fucks it, and I go, "Oooooh," as cum streams from my cock  into
the front of my underwear. Ryan didn't pull my pants down far enough.
Another string of cum shoots out and my body's shaking as Ryan thumps into me
making desperate breathing noises. Then I feel his spunk splashing off the
walls  of my rectum, then more as he slows down, stops, and lays against me...
dominantly? No, he reaches over to squeeze my shoulder and then kiss the
back of  my head, murmuring, "I love you". Sweet, but it was only a two minute
fuck so we  both got aroused from being dominated by Marty.


We're both breathing deeply and than Ryan pulls his cock out and pulls my
pants up. We both sit back in our seats as he says, "I don't know what got
into  me, Dylan." I take another deep breath, "It's fine, Ryan, I liked it a
lot. You  saw how submissive I was to Marty and maybe that was in your
head." He says,  "Yeah I watched the whole thing and, um, I've decided I have to
do the dominant  sex with you again, Dylan." I ask, "Is it because you saw
how I was with Marty?"  He nods his head, "Yeah, and I wanted it to be me
dominating you, not him. He's  dangerous and I'm not and you're too susceptible
to that kind of dominance. When  we're not with Marty, you're gonna be my
boy, okay, Dylan? You need safe  dominance so you don't go looking for
Marty's kind of dominance." and he looks  at me, his eyes wide behind his glasses,
"I'll teach you how to be submissive in  ways that please Marty, but we'll
be with him only very rarely somehow." I  shrug, "Oh fuck, Ryan, I don't
know how that makes me feel. Have you lost all  respect for me?" He shakes his
heard, 'no', then says, "I love you," but that  doesn't answer the respect
issue.


We sit in the car for a minute or so without talking, then he chuckles,
"You and me couldn't even wait to get upstairs to fuck. Do you think Marty got
 us this horny?" I mutter, "Yeah, of course I do." He gets out and when I
get out  I grab Ryan's backpack, saying, "I'll carry it for you, Ryan. Like
Marty  insinuated, I'll be your boy tomorrow if he's off someplace." Ryan
seriously  says, "I'm going to do whatever I need to in order to take care of
you and keep  you safe, Dylan. And yeah, he actually told me I'd be your dom,
like he knows  what I'll do. He doesn't know what I'm capable of doing." I
say, "I got out of  control tonight submitting to Marty so completely.
Whatever you say, Ryan. I now  believe what you told me months ago, that I don't
have the resistance necessary  for predators like Marty." He says, "Isn't it
the strangest thing how quickly  Marty recognized that you're even more
submissive than me? I saw it in you too  and Marty's right, me being dominate
to your submissive is a favor for you. He  didn't mean it as a protection
from him, but that's the reason I'll do it.  You've obviously been missing it
and Marty brought it all out in you." I say,  "Yeah, I just said that. Okay,
you were right, don't rub it in." He hugs me  jostling his back pack I'm
carrying. Trying to save some pride I ask, "If I'm so  pathetically submission,
how come I've never been anybody's 'boy' for more than  two days?" He
shrugs, "You hadn't met the right dom/master yet. Or maybe you  just met him, and
his name is Marty." I mutter, "Oh no," and he asks, "How about  what I
suggested? You'll be my boy when we're not with Marty, and then after  tomorrow
when we are with him." I go, "You mean like I was last spring when we
weren't with Rob?" He says, "Yeah, tonight I saw how much you get off on that
stuff. So I'll do the dominant stuff for you and hopefully then you won't be
vulnerable to dominant asshole's like Marty." I mutter, "I'm gonna go with
whatever you say, Ryan, and I mean that." He nods,  "From now on you will
please do what I tell you. I told you not to go back to the dorm room
tonight,  but you went anyway and you see what that got you." I take a deep breath
feeling  something's change in me, as I say, "Yes, Ryan, you're right." I
look at him  feeling funny, but good. Even earlier today it's like something
new entered  Ryan's and my relationship. I hug his backpack as we walk,
asking him, "Do you  think Marty's right and Saturday morning I'll ask him humbly
to be able to go  with you to be dominated by him again?" He says, "Yeah, I
do, but I'll prevent  it."


to be continued...   Donny Mumford    thinat20@yahoo.com



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