Date: Tue, 1 Jul 2014 13:02:13 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 81 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 81 by Donny Mumford Geno's very cordial during the ten minute ride back to the party, which means he's exhibiting the personality he uses with family and friends. At the party he told me he doesn't want to be friends with me, he told me he'll use his other personality with me... the one he uses with his submissive sex partners. He's being friendly though no matter what he said, but he does seems befuddled at the way things went during our half hour in his so-called dungeon/gym combo. He goes, "You're an original, Dylan. I mean you're as submissive, no, you're more submissive than any sub I've had in my dungeon, but yet it's like you were in charge almost as much as me. I don't get it." I say, "You're complicating things, or confusing the matter, Geno. There's only one way to look at this and it's that you were in command one hundred percent, pure and simple. Hell, I don't even want to be in charge." Geno shrugs, mumbling, "Somehow with you it didn't always feel that way. It felt like you schooled me somehow." I go, "Well, like I said, you're slightly deranged, so maybe your projecting. I do that a lot myself." He says, "There you go again with that deranged bull shit." I go, "No offense, you don't have a basically mean disposition at all. You simply have a couple of sadistic fetishes. Hey, I know a kid who's a sweetheart really, but he gets a boner from spanking his sex partner. He gets a boner being spanked too, so those two things might even each other out." He chuckles a little, then says, "Damn, I never thought of myself as being sadistic, but I guess you're right. I prefer 'dominant' over sadistic though. And, I wouldn't ever actually do permanent damage to anyone, not even to an enemy." We're back at the street of the party house now, and I see two police cars with their blue lights twirling around on top of the cruisers. "Oh shit!", goes Geno, "That fucks things up. What do you want to do?" I say, "I guess I'll get out. I gotta check on my brother and make sure he's alright, but there's no reason for you to hang around." He says, "Yeah, okay. Um, tonight was an awesome experience. Can we do it again?" I go, "Sure, I already told you that." He says, "It's awkward for me because I want to have another go at it with you, but I want you to call me and ask for it. I've got this thing that the sub should be the one who asks for it, ya know? It's weird, but that's the only way it seems to work for me." I shrug, "Okay, no problem, Geno, I'll give you a shout-out and you tell me when and where. Does that sound submissive enough for you?" He laughs, "Yep, it's perfect and next time I'm eliminating my chit chat with you. I think that's where I went wrong. I need to handle you with a tighter hand because you're sneaky-awesome at making me like you. I'm suppose to have contempt for my subs, and I have until I meant you." I tell him, "I'm sure you'll handle it perfectly, Geno, but I gotta check on my brother now." He seems shy or unsure of himself, as he's mumbling, "One last thing. Um, before ya go, ah, you can have that kiss now if you want one." Suppressing a grin, I say, "Sure, Geno," and lean over for the kiss. He puts his hand behind my head and give me a very amateurish version of a French kiss. I say, "Thanks, that was awesome," and he smiles, asking, "Really? It's the first time I've ever kissed a guy." I say, "You're a natural. Later, Geno, I gotta go," and I get out. Giving Geno a wave, I jog back to the party house where a cop stops me at the front sidewalk. "Hold it right there, son. Let me see some ID." I go, "Why, what'd I do?" He asks, "Were you at this party?" I go, "No! I just came to pick up my brother. I'm the designated driver. Since I couldn't drink, after dropping him and his girlfriend off, I went back home until now." This should be a simple matter that anybody could understand, but a cop's involved so it got cantankerous for a minute or so as I tried talking logically to the 'protect and serve' policeman. I wasn't getting through to him until luckily another cop came around to join us. We all watch as a paddy wagon is pulling up to the curb, then the first cop points at me and he has a confab with the other cop and finally, between the two of them, they're able to make a decision. The first cop asks me, "What's your brother's name?" I tell him and he talks into his walky/talky gizmo that's affixed to his uniform and two minutes later Chubby and Gina come around meekly saying, "Thank you, officer," them Chubby says to me, "It's about time, Dylan. You're late and..." the second cop interrupts, "Have you're argument walking to your car. Police action is going down here so you three take off." The three of us walk off towards the Jeep as the first cop frowns trying to get his head around the fact I jogged in from the left, but I'm walking down the sidewalk to the right for my car. It proves too much of a puzzle for him so he says fuck it and goes on about his business of bullying the college kids. Justice is served. Chubby says, "How'd ya pull that off, Dylan? And where the hell have you been?" I tell little white lie number 6078, "I went down to check on Janice," and Gina says, "You mean, Judy," and I go, "Of course, it's Judy. What'd I say?" Chubby's a little drunk, "Well goddamn, bro, you saved our asses. They're hauling all the underage drinkers to the clinker." I mutter, "Clinker?" and Gina says, "To jail or some place, I don't know. Anyway, Dylan, thanks. It would have been very embarrassing getting herded into that police van thing." I go, "Think how you're cousins feel. Talk about embarrassing! Your cousins threw this unauthorized underage beer party and now their parents not only need to deal with that, but they need to bail their kids out of jail." For some reason Chubby laughs, and Gina goes, "It's not funny, Jeff," and he goes, "Oh, I know, I know," and he snickers some more." Judy's still sleeping when we get to the car. Gina gets in back and Chubby gets in the front. I say to him, just breaking his balls a little, "Well, you get to ride shotgun on the way home, but I wasn't allowed to do that on the ride here." Chubby's got the giggles, so he just giggles. Drunks aren't all that much fun if you happen to be sober. After dropping somber, but not necessarily sober, Gina and Judy off, I happily drive home in silence because Chubby has giggled himself to sleep. My mind is half on Geno and me tonight, and half on John, Billy, and me tomorrow. That experience with Geno just wet my appetite for a little more BDSM. Unfortunately I'm not at all sure what type of BDSM I might be getting myself in for when I get to the Big Apple. Why's it called the big apple anyway? What the fuck? At our condo I wake Chubby and walk him up to his place where he says, "You're awesome, Dylan." He sways on his feet, then he hugs me, kissing me near my mouth. Slurring slightly, Chubby says, "See ya after that bowling thingie, or whatever else you're up to. Hee hee, bowling my ass." No sense in discussing it with him in his intoxicated condition, so I get him inside and he falls on his bed. I pull his shorts and sandals off, but can't get his shirt off so I get the covers over him and he's asleep before I leave. Back in my condo I take a piss, then a shower where I re-shave my pubes to impress my New York dominant sex partner. After the shower, really tired now, I brush my teeth, set the alarm, and get into bed. I'm asleep before I can think anymore about Geno or New York. My alarm goes off at quarter to four in the morning and I get right up. All night I kept waking-up thinking I overslept. My first thoughts as I'm walking into the bathroom are about the text from John yesterday. He informed me I'm to bring nothing except what I'm wearing. It was curt, but not really especially bossy. I know from my couple of experiences with him in Wildwood that all I need to do is be submissive and accept him as the dominant figure for the weekend. I don't need to worry or think about anything else because that's up to him. I just do as I'm told. I guess getting along well with Billy is important too. He'll be in charge of me when John's not there... and that's basically it. I'm hoping Billy isn't some hard ass. Ya know, like he's really submissive to John and then acts like a big tough dude to me. That wouldn't be cool. This just popped into my little brain... didn't John say something about getting good seats for the three of us to see a Broadway show Saturday night? It was when I called him from Wildwood to tell him to count me in. I was kinda in a fog most of the time we were together last week, so it's possible he was talking about the past. Yeah, but I'm pretty sure he said we'll be eating all our meals out. Maybe it'll be like a vacation weekend and not even as sexy hot as it was with Geno last night. Hmmm, I felt cocky about this weekend's possibilities last night after my experience with Geno, thinking I handled that fine so no problem with handling the New York stuff. This morning I'm second guessing myself again. On the one hand I'm nervous about it and on the other I'm contemplating it'll be a swell all expenses paid New York weekend eating in fine restaurants and seeing Broadway shows. It's probably not going to be that. I'm not even allowed to bring toiletries and I'm not to bring my cigarettes either because there's no smoking allowed, so it sounds like he means business. Dressed in shorts and t-shirt, wearing sneakers and socks, I get my wallet, my cell phone, my sports watch, and earrings and I'm ready to get going. Then I get nervous all over again remembering about getting my penis pierced. Googling PA's on line this week did nothing to alleviate my fears either. Hey, wait a minute, John said we'd be staying-in Saturday night after my piercing, so what's with the Broadway show? Whatever, there isn't going to be any backing out now no matter what, and that's because I gave my word. It's important to remind myself that I'm an adventurous guy and this is the adventure of a lifetime. Tip toeing out the front door I go down the outside steps to the Jeep that's parked below. Map Quest directions look simple enough although I've found in the past it's never as simple as it seems. Something always goes wrong when trying to find a place you've never been to before, especially when that place is in New York City. Bad timing that our GPS is broken. Unlocking the Jeep's door I'm scratching my head trying to think if I've forgotten anything, and realize there's something else I need to be nervous about. John told me to let my hair grow... he's under the impression I haven't had a haircut since Wildwood. That's a problem because Sonny insisted on giving me another very short haircut the Saturday I got back from vacation. Goddammit, it's hard pleasing every one, and my problem is I have very little will power anymore when I'm around Sonny. It's become very Ryan-like in that Sonny knows how to push all my buttons, all the right ones. Driving down route 9 towards the Mass Pike I think about Robby and how our relationship has been a little up and down lately, but mostly up. I'm pretty sure he's seeing someone else other than Travis, and also still seeing Travis every Saturday night. We've more or less agreed to an open relationship, which is best for now, but I don't know how open a relationship Ryan will agree too when we reconvene at Merrimack in two weeks. That might be a problem, although it's not one for me to worry about now. Ray and I more or less ironed things out so I'm still a junior posse member, at least until the posse evaporates at the end of the summer. It boils down to the posse boy's still getting free haircuts from me, but I'm not Ray's boyfriend anymore. I'm more than fine with that development. That's all well and good, but what I need to do right now is forget about everything else and concentrate on what I'm doing, which is driving. Very little traffic at four o'clock in the morning, but that means speeders will standout like a sore thumb, and what the fuck does that mean? Why does a sore thumb stick out? After almost two uneventful hours into my trip I pull off the highway for gas. I'm making good time and decide I'll stop to eat just before entering New York city. Amazingly I'm not especially tired even though I only had five hours of interrupted sleep last night. I listen to FM radio as I drive, but find myself not paying much attention to it as I'm mostly thinking about what's going to be happening in the next few hours. John's taking me for my Prince Albert piercing first thing in the morning, and after that it should be clear sailing the rest of the weekend. Obviously I'll have a sore dick, but I'm determined to be a cooperative submissive participant in a true sub/dom relationship for two full days, not just during sex. It'll be interesting to see if I like it as much as I think I will. Only one way to find out, plus I'm looking forward to feeling John's huge cock up my ass again. I experienced a more or less full-time sub/dom relationship during Willie's and my dates the last six months or so that we dated. It was sub/dom mostly, but of course minus the PA piercing. I found being submissive to Willie pleasantly relaxing. It's awesome not needing to make any decisions and just do what I'm told. That's sexy to me even though I know it's not sexy to most. I'm not most people though, I'm me. Willie's and my relationship wasn't an authentic sub/dom though. I say that because if I pushed Willie on something I could get him to back down. He also went over the top with certain things that were basically weird. Still, I have some fond memories of Willie although he did have a distorted sense of reality and that definitely somewhat tarnished the sub/dom experience. John seems to be level headed about most things. He simply likes the sub/dom dynamic, like Geno, and I'm going to find out finally if I'm one of the ones who enjoys the real thing too. It might be an eye opener for me. My nervousness about the penis piercing increases the closer I get to New York City and it effects my appetite. I only eat half the breakfast sandwich I ordered at a Denny's off I-95 in Newark, New Jersey. The restaurant's not too far from the George Washington bridge, which is my next landmark. Walking outside the restaurant I tell myself to stop being such a pussy about this. John says there are a lot of men with PA's in their dicks, so it can't be that painful. If it was so terribly painful wouldn't word spread and hardly anybody would do it? Now that I think about it, hardly anybody does it now. I mean, if you consider the population of the world and the infinitesimal percentage of men worldwide who have their dick's pierced, hardly anyone is doing it. Thinking like that isn't going to do me any good though, so stop it! Following the signs for the George Washington bridge I manage to find it without making a wrong turn. Holy shit! The bridge is way high above the Hudson River and the view is really special. It's almost a mile long bridge and as I approach the end I see the skyline of New York City, which is pretty spectacular, so now I'm including excitement with my nervousness. I use E-ZPASS to pay the toll, not even knowing what the toll is and then I'm stuck in traffic. This gives me time to glance at the directions to John's studio in Manhattan. The traffic finally gets moving and fifteen minutes later I'm on the street I'm suppose to be on, and then there's the building I'm looking for. And, can I believe this, there's a parking spot a block away. This is too good to be true. I never expected to drive right to the place without first getting lost. It's ten minutes of eight so I'm early... unbelievable! This has to be a good omen. His studio is in lower Manhattan to be exact, and not far from Wall Street. Getting out and locking the Jeep, I'm thinking, 'Jesus, look at all these people on the sidewalks, and this early on a Saturday morning too'. Looking up at the building where the studio is located, my heart starts beating faster. Up the four stone steps I go and when I buzz John's studio I realize I've got to take a piss in the worst way. Probably nerves. I buzz again and hear a youthful voice say, "Is that you, Dylan?" I go, "Yea, yeah, hi, it's me." The voice says, "When you hear the next buzzing, open the front door and inside take the elevator on your right to the fourteenth floor. I'll meet you at the door. I'm Billy Pierce and I'll be taking care of you until John gets here. Welcome to our world." There's a buzz and a click so I do what I'm told and just like that I'm inside. Wow, how about adventurous me! There's the elevator so I press the 'up' arrow and wait for the thing to come down from the fifth floor. Two laughing African American guys get out without acknowledging me, and I get in and soon I'm actually on the floor of John's studio in New York City. Taking a deep breath I start to my left, but stop when I hear that same youthful voice I'd heard on the intercom, say, "This way, Dylan." Turning I see a kid about my size beckoning me with his finger. Wetting my lips I do what I always do when I'm nervous, I smile as I'm walking towards him. I'm also smelling the back of my wrist. Oh great, my new nervous habit emerges again. Billy has a ponytail of course, that's John's hairstyle of choice for his 'boys'. I'm not the only one smiling because Billy's matching my smile with his own. Yeah, he is indeed fairly cute like John said. He's slim like me and maybe an inch shorter with a scattering of acne on his forehead, and not much of it at that. When I get to him he holds out his hand, saying, "You're right on time. Good start, Dylan," and then he does a one arm hug with a pat on my back much like the posse boys' greeting. Then a smooch on my lips, and with an arm around my waist he leads me inside the studio. Billy not only has a youthful boyish voice, he also has a youthful boyish appearance. I don't see any tattoos on him yet, which I'm happy about, but he's wearing silk pajamas that cover most of him, so ya know. Huh, I thought he's be naked or just have on a jockstrap or something since he's John's boy. John said I'd mostly be naked in the studio so I assumed Billy would be too. Billy has extremely white teeth and that very pink mouth I admire on a guy. His ponytail is light blond, almost the color of my hair, and it's about ten inches long tied back with a pale purple elastic. He's got bangs too, but he gets my attention before I can figure out how someone has bangs with a ponytail. He says, "Wow, John said you were cute, but there's cute and then there's really cute. You're adorable!" I go, "Hah, that's not a description I hear like, ever, but thanks, you're cute too, Billy." He grins, "Ya gotta be cute if you want to be one of John's boy." That makes me wonder about John's comment that he'd like to put a bag over his other boy's head. Maybe John tells a few little white lies himself. Inside, Billy cups my crotch, asking, "Ready for your Prince Albert?" I shrug gulping, and he adds, "I get to watch because I'm getting a piercing today too, and I can't wait. Drop your pants and let me have a look at what you've got down there." I bite my lip, hesitating, looking at him. He smiles, "I know, everything is new to you, but when John's out I'm in charge of you. That means you need to do what I say, and do it when I say it. Understand? You're not to hesitate as if you're considering whether or not you want to do it. I've been John's main boy for over eighteen months now, so I'm just passing on tips about what you need to do." I ask, "Um, how old are you?" He say's, "Nineteen, and I know I look younger, but you also need to be young looking to be one of John's boys." I nod my head, shrugging, muttering, "Oh, yeah, huh," and he says, "Your shorts, Dylan? Now!" I nod my head, then pull my pants down exposing my privates. He says, "Step all the way out of them, please, and take your t-shirt off too, then fold them neatly and put them on the desk chair along with your sneakers and socks." I start to do that as I'm blushing slightly, which is so odd because I've never been shy about being naked. He says, "Stop! That not how John wants t-shirts folded and get those earrings off. Put then in the pocket of you shorts. You can wear the watch." I put my earrings in my short's pocket and Billy takes my clothes from me and shows me the correct way to fold them. Then he drops the clothes on the floor in a heap, and says, "Do it correctly now," I fold the clothes just like he did as I'm wondering if Billy going to be a real prick. After I've folded and placed my clothes on the chair, he says, "Stand up straight, right in front of me. Shoulders back." When I do that Billy frowns, staring at my cock and balls. He touches them and moves them around with his finger, then he mutters, "Okay, nice, but we could have a problem." Lifting my cock, then dropping it, Billy nods his head toward the big window on the far wall, and says, "Over there where the lights better, please," and he follow me as we go further into the studio where I stand at attention again. It's actually a studio apartment with a small kitchenette, and a bathroom that I can see inside of because the door's open. Everything in there is mostly stainless steel or white marble and it looks immaculately clean. The same for the large walk-in shower and bathtub. On the front wall of the studio, where we're standing, there's are floor to ceiling windows. Around us are all the things you'd expect to see in an artist's studio. Opposite this window wall is a king size bed neatly made up, a large flat screen TV on the wall, and a few cushioned chairs around a coffee table. Everything is very modern in design, except for two soft looking mats on the floor near the bathroom. They're similar to the mat I knelt on when tethered to the side of the van in Wildwood, except these are covered in a violet velvet material. Billy says, "Pay attention to me, don't be looking around. You need to focus your attention on me. Spread your legs more, and standup straighter, please. Don't slump your shoulders." This is very much like John had me do on the beach. I'm perfectly okay with Billy being in charge when John's not here as long as he doesn't turn into a complete asshole. He said he wants to give me tips about how to act around John so I do what he says and stand tall with my legs spread. He stretches out my penis, shaking his head slowly, then holds it up against my stomach to see underneath it. Shaking his head again, he goes, "I don't think Raymond will pierce an uncut penis. A lot of licensed body piercers will, but I'm thinking Raymond's not one of them. He's very careful to avoid any problem in connection with his piercing's, like infections and that sort of thing. Didn't John notice you're uncut?" I say, "He had to notice, Billy, he inspected me like you're doing." Billy shrugs, "Maybe he forgot, or doesn't realize uncut penises are more susceptible to infection and require a longer healing time." Oh man, my hope is building that maybe I won't need to get my dick pierced. He holds my cock against my stomach again and lifts my scrotum with his other hand. Nodding his head, "John will probably settle for just a scrotum piercing, I'm sorry to disappoint you, Dylan." He thinks I'm disappointed I can't get a Prince Albert when nothing could be further from the truth. Billy lets go of my genitals and pulls his pajama bottoms down just below his cock and balls. Holding up his five inch, fat cock he displays his Prince Albert for me. There's not a hair on his belly and it looks as if there never was any. He sees me staring, and mutters, "Electrologist," and then takes off his pajama top and puts his arms up showing bare armpits, "Here too, my underarm hairs have been permanently removed along with some random hairs on my ass." He has a ring through each nipple and when he turns I see his ass has been tattooed. He says, "Cool, huh?" The tattoo is some sort of Chinese writing in various colors extending across both buttocks, and there's a tattoo of a large cock and balls on his back up near his shoulders. He says, "That upper tattoo is an exact replica of John's genitals, see all the pubic hairs around it? That good art work. He drew it all and the tattoo artist traced it on my back. How do you like it?" I go, "Oh, um, yeah, huh. I mean it's, um, cool, Billy," and he says, "John will do it for you too, don't worry. Well, I don't mean he does it himself, he pays professionals to do it. His parents are wealthy, but don't mention that to him 'cause it pisses him off." Turning around and holding up his cock again, he asks, "What do you think of my Prince Albert and my Dydoe. Do you like them?" I nod, "Oh, yeah, you're lucky you're circumcised." The piercing's look ugly to me. The Prince Albert is a curved rod through the head of his cock, starting at the ridge of the neck and coming out the pee slit. The Dudoe is a straight piece of steel rod, that looks kind of thick, with a small ball on each end. The bar is only about a half inch long and the piercing begins half way up the head of his cock and comes out the end, but it doesn't come out the pee slit like the PA. Well, I guess it's not fair of me to call the piercing's ugly. I mean, they are to me, but to each their own. "I'm really proud of mine," Billy says, "And my Dudoe too. They think the name 'Dudoe' was derived from doodad. I got both piercing's over the first six week period after John adopted me as one of his boys. He usually has only two boys at a time, so you're the exception to the rule and I can see why too." I smile, totally fascinated by the hideousness of his piercing's. I can't even begin to imagine the pain associated with both of them. Why in the world anyone would willingly do that is beyond me. Billy plays with his dick, then says, "I can pee standing up now too. It took me a year to learn how to do it. I mean, do it standing without my urine spraying all over the place." I ask, "Whaddaya mean?" He goes, "Mostly you need to sit down on the toilet seat after getting a Prince Albert because the jewelry causes the piss stream to go awry." What the fuck? He lifts his scrotum and points out the three rings through the skin, saying, "I've got these too, and for all my genital piercing John periodically goes to larger gauges of jewelry. By increasing the gage of the initial piercing's I can have more substantial jewelry down there. John pays for all of these and as a surprise for you, I'll be getting another piercing today and keeping you company for moral support at the same time. You can't believe the pain, but I'm gonna hold your hand and comfort you. Just as a heads up, I get boned up watching someone get pierced. I'm hoping you can get a Prince Albert, but I can't promise you will." He holds his hand against my cheek, and sincerely says, "I'm sorry, don't be too disappointed if you can't get a PA like mine. Don't be jealous either... if you show jealousy of a fellow 'boy' one of us will strap it out of you. Be happy for me, not jealous. At the very least we'll get our scrotums pierced together, okay? You can pick out the ring you like." I try not to grin with joy that I won't have to get my dick pierced, and say, "Thank's, Billy, you're really nice to be concerned about me. I'll try really hard not to be jealous." He hugs me to his body kissing my cheek. The metal jewelry on his genitals feels odd against my cock and balls. Letting go of me after the kiss, Billy explains, "John's at the art gallery, the one that sells his paintings. He's sold five so far this year, which is really good." I say, "He must be a really good artist, um, may I get dressed now, Billy?" He goes, "No, you may not. John's due back soon, and I better get my pajamas put away too." He takes the pajama bottoms the rest of the way off, folds his pajamas neatly, then puts them in a drawer. "Bring your clothes over here, Dylan. Quickly! When I give an order, jump to it." He puts my clothes in with his, muttering, "You won't see these again until sometime Sunday, and it could be quite late depending on how John feels." Huh, I guess Billy doesn't know I might decide to leave early if things start going wrong. Glancing around I realize that this place is very neat and clean, so that's good. Billy cheerfully says, "Come on, Dylan, we better put our dog collars on." Following him over to the bed I watch as he opens a cabinet door right next to the bed. Inside are a number of dog collars, leashes, straps, and other things I don't recognize. The straps make me shudder, remembering the pain they can inflict. Billy takes a dog collar off it's hook, saying, "This is the one I wear, but I want you to wear it because it's the most comfortable one in here and you're probably new to wearing a collar, especially for two days straight like you'll need to do. I'm allowed to take mine off at night, but John will want you to wear yours at night too. You're just beginning the breaking-in period." Billy's holding a dog collar that's at least three inches wide made of thick leather. All the dog collars are wide, much wider than the one Ryan used. Billy buckles the dog collar around my neck, apologizing, "Sorry I'm buckling it so tightly, but I'm following instructions from John. It's always best to do that, Dylan. You'll discover that soon enough if you screw-up." The collar's tight around my neck extending from my collar bones right up under my chin. It doesn't impair breathing at all, but it's very uncomfortable. When I swallow my Adam's apple feels pressure against the leather collar. That proves to be very disconcerting and causes a touch of my claustrophobia to skitters around in my brain for a bit. I take deep breaths and get it under control. Billy checks the buckle, and mumbles, "Ooops, sorry," and tightens it one more notch. "There, that's the right one," he says, and adds, "You couldn't even get your little finger in between the collar and your neck now." That one notch tighter brings on the claustrophobia again, only much stronger this time. It descends on me giving me a suffocating sensation and I start taking deep breaths knowing a panic attack will soon follow. Billy looks concerned, and asks, "What's wrong?" I say, "The collar's too tight," and he hugs me, soothingly saying, "Relax and breath deeply, just relax. You must wear this, there's no way around it. You'll get used to it, trust me. I can't loosen it or we'll both get strapped." He's lightly rubbing my back as I try calming down, and the panic passes. I hug Billy, "Thanks, Billy. I get claustrophobia when I'm in a small space or something really tight is on me, like this collar." He says, "Don't think about it and after awhile it'll seem part of you." With us hugging I get a good whiff of Billy and he has a very nice natural scent. Very nice indeed! I really like his pony tail too, which I finally get a chance to closely check out. The long hairs are pulled back from a part in his hair extending across his head. The part is about one inch back from his forehead's hairline. In front of the part he has bangs that hang down covering the top half his forehead. It's very unusual for a guy to have bangs and a ponytail, but it looks cute on Billy. Oh, you know what it is, it's like when girls with ponytails sometimes have bangs too, it's very girlie. I thought John didn't approve of girlie guys. Not that anything else except his hairdo is girlie about Billy. So that's a little weird, but I still feel a real closeness to him already. Probably because he's cute and he's taking care of me. He seems to sincerely care about my welfare. Billy's a sweetheart. I reach up and move his bangs with my fingers. His hair is very soft and clean. He asks, "Pretty cool having bangs with my ponytail, huh?" I go, "Um, oh, sure it is, especially on you." He says, "Oh, you'll have bangs too when your hairs long enough. All John's boys have the same hair style, and we all have blond hair too." I ask, "Are there a lot of John's boys? I thought you said he only has two." Billy goes, "Two at a time, but he changes his boys when he gets bored with them or they begin looking older. I was referring to past boys when I said all his boys." Hmmm, something seems off about that because John's not old enough to have had a long history of dominating submissive boys. Billy's playing with his ponytail as he says, "John trims my bangs every time I'm with him. One time he was upset with me and he cut them down to the roots. It was real embarrassing for me at work and the guys mocked me." Poor kid, I feel like giving him a hug so I do and he hugs back kissing my lips, then he says, "We're going to be best friends, Dylan." Letting up on the hug, Billy takes my hand leading me over to the two mats. "This is your mat for when you're assigned a time-out, and that's my mat right next to yours." He lays on his mat in basically a fetal position, saying, "This is how you need to lay, exactly like this. You try it now." I get down on my mat, laying like Billy. He says, "Good," and stands, so I stand. He goes, "Lie down again so I can be sure you can do it right by yourself." I lay down and Billy rearranges my arm and legs a little, mumbling, "Just like that. Now try it again," so I stand and lay down again, with Billy saying, "No, Dylan," and he moves my arms a little, "Like that. Now try it again." I do, and Billy smacks my ass, "Please pay attention to my instructions because if you don't do it right I'm the one who gets strapped." Billy has me do it five times more, and that's after I finally do it right. Then he kisses my lips, muttering, "I'm sorry I smacked your cute ass." I shrug, "That's alright, Billy," and he goes, "I really like you already. You seem so sweet and innocent, and I mean that totally as a compliment." As I just mentioned, I'm also feeling a closeness to him so I feel really good that he likes me too, but it's kinda weird walking around naked wearing Billy's dog collar. I wore one for Ryan early in the summer and didn't mind it all that much, and I wouldn't mind this one if it wasn't so fucking tight. Billy sees me gulping when I swallow, "Just don't think about the collar, you'll get used to it after awhile. It took me two days, tops. That's why I let you use my collar, it's the softest one. The one I first wore was stiff leather and John buckled it one notch tighter than I did on yours, and that's because John said I have a skinny neck." I mutter, "Thanks, Billy, I appreciate your help." He looks at me as he fingers his ponytail pulling it to the front side of his shoulder, saying, "Um, Dylan, since we're talking about my hair, um, didn't John tell you about your hair. Ah, I can tell you recently got a haircut and you were suppose to grow it out to eventually have a ponytail." I rub my face, take a deep breath, and go, "Yeah, I know. It's, ah, I forgot, do you think John will be mad?" He nods his head, "Yeah, probably, but you're kinda special so, I don't know. We'll see." He puts his arm across my shoulders, "I'm gonna look out for you the best I can and part of that is letting you know what to expect so it won't be a big surprise or shock when John corrects you. John's discipline for his boys is simple, not nefarious punishments like some dom's and masters use on their boys and slaves. He administers a simple strapping. Oh sure, it hurts like hell, but fades fairly quickly as you undoubtedly already know since you've been fucked by him. So, when you screw-up you get strapped, and therefore the likelihood you screw-up the same way again is greatly reduced. In the morning, every morning, we get three or four straps across our ass to remind us of what happens if we screw-up with anything. When John says, "Strapping time," get like this," and he bend over with his hands almost touching the floor, the palms of his hands on his calves and his cute smooth ass up in the air. "Now you do it, Dylan," so I bend over like he did, and Billy says, "Can't you reach further down on your legs than that? Not just down to your knees," so I bend over as far as I can and Billy pushes behind my head, saying, "Bend more," then for the next fifteen minutes Billy has me practice bending and trying to touch the floor with my fingers. I never quite get there but loosen up some muscles in my lower back and can reach down further than I could at first. He goes, "That okay for starters, I guess." Well, I came in here determined to be submissive and I'm already feeling submissive to Billy, which I didn't expect. My cock has taken notice though, and it's feeling a little heavy, but good too. I grope it when Billy's not looking, asking him, "What are the things I might screw-up?" He says, "Generally speaking it's just doing what either me or John tells you to do, but do it immediately and correctly. It becomes second nature to you after a while. Watch me when John's around and try doing what I do. It's incredibly sexy for me to be submissive to him. During the day I'll have a number of erections simply from being dominated by him. I would guess you will too or why else would you be here. Right?" I mutter, "Um, I'm curious, ya know." He says, "Never mutter to either of us again, Dylan. I'm breaking a rule right now by not disciplining you. Look in our eyes and speak firmly when spoken to, but be humble too. And say, 'Yes sir', as often as it seems appropriate without overdoing it. Okay?" I nod my head and he smacks my ass hard. "Speak, don't nod!" I say, "Yes, Billy." He wets his lips staring me in the eyes, so I say, "I'm sorry, Billy," and he says, "John won't give you a second chance like I do. Also, remember this: John hates when his dom's call him 'master', so don't call him that because he's not a master/slave guy." I grin, saying, "Yes, sir," and he smacks my ass hard again, "Don't ever joke about anything either of us tells you because we take it seriously. We take it seriously because it's a hot sexual experience if you're really submissive and you embrace it, there's no hotter sex as a result. You for two days, but I've gone as long as a month living with John and obeying him. My climaxes were unbelievably large, I mean huge orgasms and a constant state of arousal. The sexual aspects of it is what it's all about for me and it should be for you too." He looks at me seeing I'm still frowning from that last ass slap and reprimand. Billy chuckles, "And no pouting, Dylan. Learn your place or you're gonna have a red ass from John and me strapping you." He gets his arms around my neck, our faces close, "I'm your friend, I'm trying to help you get off on the right foot." His breath is as fresh as Junior's, I nod, saying, "Yes, sir," in a serious manner. He smiles shaking his head, I guess I said 'Yes, sir' at the wrong time again. Billy gently kisses my lips, then hugs me, saying nicely, "Only say 'Yes, sir,' when it's appropriate," and he waits, then laughs tousling my hair, going, "Like right there, that was a time to say, 'Yes, sir,' like you mean it. It's common sense really." Then I remember I've got to take a wicked piss, so I ask, "Are we allowed to use the bathroom when we need to?" He goes, "Certainly, but announce it first by saying, 'I'll be using the bathroom for a pee unless either of you needs to use it first.' Like that. Now you say it." I go, "I'll be using the bathroom to pee unless you need to use it first." He laughs, and says, "I expected you to say, 'Unless either of you needs to use it first' and there's only me here." Then he says, "I'll use it with you," and that's what we do. Standing side by side he sort of holds his dick upside down and pees with a little spray getting on my leg. Billy goes, "Dammit. I had this down perfectly yesterday. Sorry I got urine on your leg," and he picks up a sponge from the rim of the tub, then glances at me, hesitates, then bends down and licks the pee off my leg. As he smacks his lips, he asks, "Are you into urine play at all?" I say, "Oh, um, urine play? No, not really." He's like, "Lots of people aren't. Um, but sometime would you do some with me anyway?" I go, "Oh, okay, Billy," and he goes, "Good, boy, but not now. We'll play with our pee when we have more time together and John's going to be out for awhile. I'm expecting him any minute. In fact I thought he'd be here by now. We finish our pees. Billy says, "Next time we pee together you hold my dick and I'll hold yours. You saw how I held mine upside down, right? It'll be practice for when you get your PA. That's if you get it, and I'm pretty sure John will take you to a body piercer who works with uncut cocks." I swallow hard realizing I'm probably gonna have to get one after all. It's like, now I don't want to let Billy down. He says, "And thanks for agreeing to the urine play with me some time, Dylan. John's not into urine like me. I love it and even drink it. I could order you to do it, and you'd have to do it, but it's nicer this way." He looks at my dick, then says, "Stand on the ledge of the tub, please," so I step right up on it and he picks up my cock with his fingers, looks at me, and like it's the most normal thing in the world, he says, "I'm going to put your penis in my mouth and then you see if there a little urine left in your bladder. I want to taste your urine as a preview of coming attractions." He lips my cock head and then tongues the head swirling his tongue all over the head. I relax and feel a drizzle of pee leaving my cock as it's firming up. Billy takes my cock out of his mouth, and while stroking my pecker, he says, "God, I love doing that. The next time you need to urinate, do it in my mouth. Now get down from there," and a cell phone rings. Billy runs like his ass in on fire to the ringing cell phone, and says, "Hello," then he listens, says, "Yes, sir," and listens some more and then, "Congratulations, John. Yes, I will. Look forward to seeing you too." He listens, then laughs, and says, "Even with that in my future, yes." He says goodbye and turns to me. "John sold another piece of art today so he's going to help prepare it for shipping. Oh, and you saw me run to the phone... that's because if it rings more then once I get a strap across my ass for each ring after the first one. I learned that lesson early on." I say, "I'll remember that," and he goes, "Okay, John's new ETA, he'll be here around ten o'clock, and in the meantime he wants me to fuck you so you can experience being fucked with jewelry piercing's on my cock." Billy said that so matter of fact, I'm a little shocked. He comes over and puts an arm around my neck, "John will want to watch me fucking you probably at least twice so he wants you to know how it'll feel getting fucked with the metal on my cock, and since we have the time we'll do it now." He doesn't ask if I'm okay with that, and it probably never crossed his mind to ask. He said he's going to fuck me and that's that. The thought of a sub not doing what he's told is unheard of and for the time being I'm sub to Billy's dominance. After kissing my cheek and licking under my chin, he asks, "Do you like making out?" I nod my head and he smacks my bare ass. "Don't nod, I told you that before," and another stinging slap follows the first one. He says, "Always speak when spoken too," and a third slap, but on my thigh this time. Damn, that stings so I grimace. He says, "No facial expression, just act like you deserve the discipline," and another stinging smack, but this time I don't change my expression. He smiles, "Good, Dylan! Don't make me get the strap out, I will though if I think it'll help you learn faster. Whether you know it or not, I'm already saving you a lot of strapping's. I can see you're a quick learner, and you're good at following directions too, so you'll do fine." That makes me think of Geno, who asked if I could follow directions. Billy plays with my dick a little, saying, "I sincerely hope I can save you from a lot of strapping's, and I say that even though I get a hard penis watching someone get strapped." Another similarity to Geno. He lifts my cock and brushes his other hand over my balls, saying, "I'm used to being strapped by now and barely cry out from the pain. Keep this secret, what I'm going to tell you. It's between you and me, and it's this: I like watching, as well as getting strapped, and like I said, I often spring a boner." Hmmm, John told me one of his boys gets sexually aroused when being strapped, and it's apparently Billy. I don't think I should mention to him that it's no secret. It's best not to initiate anything, just follow instructions. Then I realize Billy and Ryan have something in common too. Ryan gets a boner during paddling. Billy says, "John told me it's okay for us to use the bed when I fuck you, but we need to change the sheets after I'm done with your asshole. So, it'll go like this: I'll make out with you getting you aroused enough to rim my ass. And I expect a good deep rimming. I'm very clean back there, and then when my cock is as hard as the stainless steel jewelry pierced into the head of it, I'll give you a really good fucking. It's okay for you to cum on the sheets, I do it all the time." "Please get me a condom from that drawer in the night stand. Look for a Pasante Latex one because they're thicker with extra non-spermicidal lubricant. With my jewelry I need the extra thickness to insure I don't tear the condom. You won't notice the difference in the thickness, but you'll likely be thrilled at the feel of the jewelry up your ass. It enhances my pleasure too." I say, "Yes, sir," without knowing I was going to say it. Billy mutters, "Good boy, Dylan," and as I look at the different condoms in the drawer, the claustrophobia sneaks into my brain again. I try to relax and do some deep breathing. Billy comes over and rubs my back talking soothingly, "Relax, your panic, just relax," and it works. Billy asks, "I was wondering, do you get fucked often?" I hold up a condom, and he says, "That's the one. Put it on the night table next to the bed, and wait until I tell you to roll it on my cock." Sidestepping his last questing, I ask, "Is it okay if I suck your cock too, Billy?" He goes, "Oh, you like to suck cock, huh? So do I, and sure you can suck my cock and maybe I'll suck yours too. How's that?" I say, "Great, thanks." Billy pulls back the sheets, saying, "Hop in bed, Dylan," and as I do that he gives my ass another stinging slap, saying, "Stop!" I stay in place, looking back at him. "When John or I slap your ass you stop immediately in the position you're in. You wait to see if we're going to slap you again. Start over..." I get out of bed, then get a knee on the mattress with my other foot on the floor and he smacks my ass a singing slap, "SLAP!" I freeze in that position and he gives me a second, "SLAP!" I make no sounds and don't move as my cock tightens-up. I'm trying so hard not to think about how tight the collar is that that's mostly what I'm thinking about, this fucking dog collar around my neck. Forcing myself to think of something else it occurs to be that I like Billy dominating me more than when John did it in Wildwood. After the second smack on my ass, Billy says, "Good, boy! Get under the covers now." I do that and he comes right in after me. I'm laying on my back feeling the stiffness of Billy's dried cum. That makes me imagine John fucking me in this bed later today or tonight. Thoughts of his huge cock get me stroking by fairly hard cock a few times. Than, taking a deep breath I calm myself down and concentrate on Billy. This is fun sex play and Billy's awesome at it. I find myself intently looking at Billy, who's on his side looking back at me confidently. He reaches over and rubs my hair in a caressing manner as his other hand travels down my chest to my stomach, and then his fist goes around my hard cock. He quietly says, "It's obvious you're a very submissive guy and you're getting more and more sexually aroused the more I dominate you. This is the first time I've ever felt comfortable in this role and it's because you're so anxiously willing to be dominated by me. I've got you very sexually aroused, haven't I?" I say, "Yes, sir, you have." He smiles, "I really like you, and that's unusual because I hardly ever warm up to anybody until I get to know them really well. You're special, aren't you, Dylan?" He's stoking my cock slowly as he's saying that and his voice is so pleasant to listen to. He has a steady friendly stare too, and his stare seems inviting. I'm a submissive stranger in a strange land being dominated by this cute boy who's younger and smaller than me, and it's all so dreamy I'm getting that floating sensation. There's few things I like better than that. It's a chore speaking, but I must answer my dom's question, so I quietly say, "I don't think I'm special, Billy. I think you are." He nods his head like I gave him the answer he wants to hear and he smiles continuing to stare into my eyes and stroke my cock. A little moan of pleasure slips from my throat, then his face comes down to mine and he kisses me slowly. His lips are like candy, his tongue's just the right firmness, not too soft and not too hard. Another moan comes from my throat as I wrap my arms around him and give myself to Billy. I'm barely able to kiss back as his whole pink, delicious tongue seems to be inside my mouth. I suck on it feeling my balls tighten up. Billy's fist on my cock is not too tight or too loose as he's steadily strokes the foreskin on and off the head of my iron-hard cock. His body leans on half of mine and I feel the hardware that's pierced into his hard penis against the top of my thigh. His scent is like he appears, youthful and boyish and sexy. Billy moves his head away and his pony tail flops across my shoulder feeling silky and nice. He murmurs, "Don't move a muscle," as he leans down and begins carefully and deliberately covering my face with his saliva. He does long laps from under my jaw, up my face, all the way to the hairs above my forehead. I whimper and slide deeper into my beautiful trance like state of mind. As I've been instructed, I don't move a muscle except to close my eyelids when his tongue licks across one of my eyes. He licks over my chin and under it, then up and across my lips turning my top lip inside out. A steady long lick up the front of my nose, across the bridge of my nose, and again ending his long lick in my hair. This goes on until he's done my whole face as precum drools down the fist he's using to stroke my granite-hard cock. Billy's body's very clean and very hairless and feels wonderfully sexy against mine. His saliva is both sweet smelling and sexy at the same time. When my face glistens with his spit, our mouths begin sucking together again making wet slurping sounds as he lets go of my raging boner and puts his leg over me, then his whole, tight body is on top of me with his knees hugging my hips. My boner is sticking straight up in the air leaning against Billy ass crack making me shudder and moan. His cock jewelry feels so unusual on my belly just above my groin area, but at the same time it's beginning to seem exotically sexy too. He slides up my body now and I open my mouth for his hard cock. He sits on my chest his balls on my dog collar as I suck and lick as much of his cock as I can get in my mouth. Such a different feel in my mouth with a hard cock and the smooth hard metal that's pierced though the head of his cock. It's so strange sucking skin and metal, but it's turning me on. His knees are on either side of my head and the scent coming from his body makes me dizzy with desire. When I begin swallowing precum from Billy's boner my Adams apple gets stuck against my dog collar and I gag. He whispers, "Stay calm," and slides off me to my side with his cock pulling from my lips making a sloppy wet sound that almost gets me climaxing right then and there. Taking a deep breath, I gasp at how aroused he's got me, and at this moment in time I'd get a PA or anything else he wanted pierced into my cock. Billy runs his fingers through my hair, saying quietly, "Get down under the covers and rim my ass. Get your tongue deeply into my asshole and show me how submissive you can be for me." I shimmy down under the covers as he brings his feet forward towards his ass, his knees forming a tent in the covers. Laying flat on the mattress with my face on his ass I lick up his smooth clean ass crack. My tongue travels over his anus, sucking and licking his asshole until it's limp and relaxed. The collar's tightness bothers me again so I stretch my neck to relieve a tiny bit of pressure. I'm able to get the tip of my tongue inside his rectum. Leaving it there for a second, I then work it in further, then pull it out and do it again, then again, and once more until a lot of my tongue is inside Billy's ass. He stays still, but I hear a moan of deep sexual pleasure coming from him now and his butt cheeks repeatedly clench and unclench, clench and unclench on my tongue. My hand is around his jewelry studded cock, which I now love and want one just like it myself. I want so badly to be just like Billy wants me to be. Precum continues drooling from my cock and I'd do this all day if he'd let me, but I feel his hand on the side of my face, as he grunts, "Ummm, the condom now," so my tongues pulls out of his rectum creating a suction and that makes a wet sucking sound causing me to again gasp again, highly stimulated. He feels and tastes delicious. My head comes out from under the covers next to Billy's, he puts his thumb in my mouth and I suck and tongue it, while at the same time I'm ripping open the condom packet with my fingers. My eyes are half closed as a delicious submissive trance play mind games with my brain. It's so wonderfully sexy I bury my face against the side of Billy's neck while still sucking his thumb. Pulling it out of my mouth he wipes my spit on my nose, murmuring, "The condom, Dylan," so I sit up, barely able to whisper, "Yes, sir." My head lulls, but the dog collar keeps my head up fairly straight as I roll the condom over the jewelry studded head of his hard and very fat, five inch boner. "Get on your stomach, Dylan, ass up." When I do my face is on another spot of Billy's dried cum from when John fucked it out of him, probably last night. Licking at the dried cum I'm keeping my ass up as I was told. It's up off the mattress almost the length of my boner. The head of my hard cock barely touching the sheet. He's behind me pressing his cock to my anus and spreading the lips as I moan with sexual desire. Steady pressure and the jewelry slips in past my sphincter along with the swollen head. It's a very unusual feeling, almost like his cock head is misshapen, but it causes tantalizing sensation around the lips of my asshole and gets me moaning again, "Oooooh, aaah." Billy repeatedly slaps the side of my leg, saying, "Take my big boner, boy," and, "You're my submissive boy, ain't cha?', all the time slowly inserting his boner further and further up my rectum. The various objects pierced into the head of his cock stimulate the wall of my rectum in a unique manner, "Mmmm, aah, ahh, ooh Billy, I'm you're boy, ummm, oooh, oooh." One final smack, this one on my red stinging ass and his cock is fully impaling me. He lays on my buttocks and massages my shoulders, considerately allowing my rectum to relax and embrace this welcome intrusion. I'm tightening my ass muscles loving the feeling inside me, and then he starts fuck ing me. "Slap, slap, slap, slap," as his hairless groin slaps against my ass with me making whining sounds of deep sexual pleasure. The jewelry is definitely noticeable and I really like it scraping back and forth in my rectum. Billy does quiet "Um," grunts with each slam up my ass, occasionally slapping my ass in accompaniment to the slapping sounds of skin against skin that's announcing rectal fucking. He's up on his knees slightly, gripping my hips and fucking faster now creating incredible sensations in my ass, each thrust and withdrawal drags a metal object across my prostate and it has me moving my hips trying for more stimulation. It's like nothing I've ever felt before and lasts maybe five minutes. My balls are already hard and filled with sperm as I moan, clenching and re-clenching all the muscles in my body. Billy grunts, "I'm gonna cum," and a tremendous surge of sexual sensation hits my brain, so I yelp, "Aaah,' then my back arches and I squeal as cum splashes onto the sheet. I hold my breadth trying not to squeal again, but I do anyway with four more shots of cum pumping quickly out of my pulsating cock. Billy's body shakes as he collapses on me humping against my ass and breathing loudly spraying moist air on the back of my neck. He swivels his hips a bit, then just lays on me breathing deeply as his strong, fast heartbeat hammers against my back. Maybe a minute later, with Billy still laying on me, he ruffles my hair and pulls his cock out of my ass, "Well, Dylan, you've probably heard this before, but you've got a perfect ass for fucking. I hope John leaves a little of it for me. Lets get these sheets off the bed. John will only sleep in cum he's fucked out of one of his boys. Get moving!" It's hard going from such an awesome orgasmic experience to changing the sheets, but I'm trained to obey, so I hop up, saying, "Right away, Billy," and strip the bed. Billy's in the bathroom doing something, so I take the opportunity to wipe my ass with a pillowcase getting the melted lubricant from the condom off my butt cheeks. Then I ask, "Where do I take the sheets, Billy?" He comes out drying his dick, "Just put everything in one of the pillowcases and stick it in that closet. I usually do the laundry, but you're here so you'll do it. John will tell you when." Apparently Billy's the rare 'top' who doesn't ask for praise for how great he fucked me, so I say, "Awesome fuck, Billy," and he gives me a little shrug, and mutters, "Huh," and it occurs to me the dominant tops in a true sub/dom relationship aren't interested in what the sub thinks about the sex. It's all about the dom's. When I've put away the dirty sheets, Billy tells me where the clean linens are and I make the bed up, then Billy says, "Go in the bathroom and clean-up, John's due soon." In the bathroom I wash my face and hands and do some additional cleaning on my ass, and finally wash my pecker and any spot where I laid in my own cum. Last night before my shower I took time to carefully shave my pubic stubble as it was just beginning to grow out and I figured that wouldn't be acceptable here. Billy calls, "Get out here, Dylan," and I notice something I'm quite familiar with. Billy's getting bossier and more confident the more he sees that I'll willingly do what he says. Early on he was sweeter, but now he sees I'm easy to control and he's amping up his authority. I kinda like it though, and he probably noticed that too. It's only for a day and a half more and it's been great so far. I'm enjoying myself with Billy... an unexpected treat. When I come out of the bathroom he has his pajamas back on, saying, "Stand up straight in front of me. Always do that when you're called. It's time for more training so you'll be a pleasing submissive for John." I stand real straight with my arms at my side. He looks me up and down, mutters, "Okay," then tells me, "When John comes in the front door we both run to him with big smiles on our faces, and hug him. From that second onward don't do anything until either he or I tells you what you're to do. Got it?" I say, "Yes, sir," and he says, "I'm going outside and when I come back in pretend it's John so I can see how you do it." He goes out and I stand here staring at the door waiting. The phone rings so I charge over and answer, "Hello?" Billy says, "Good." I didn't even notice he took a cell phone with him. He comes in the front door with me running to him, my dick swinging between my legs, a big smile on my face. I give Billy a big hug and he hugs back, saying, "Very good. I didn't tell you to say anything when John walks in, and you didn't say anything. That's very good." He tussles my short hair again, and says, "We'll do it again," and actually he has me do it five more times. I'm learning not to relax too much because that's when the dog collar feels the tightest. Billy says, "You're in a time out," so I go to the mat and lay like I'm suppose to with Billy, mumbling, "Get up," when I'm up, he says, "Time out for you," and I lay again like I'm suppose to. "Okay, get up," and when I do he smacks my ass. I don't move a muscle, he waits three seconds, then says, "Time for your strapping," and I bend over and try touching the floor, he says, "Palms on your calves." He has me do all these things over and over for the next twenty minutes. I'm working up a sweat. Billy checks his watch, and tells me, "Get your ass in the bathroom and get cleaned up." I do that and when I come out I stand right in front of Billy who feels me all over with both hands, then says, "You're still a little damp. Put some cold water on you face and hair, then dry really well and I'll check you again. And, um, you smell good." I say, "Thank you," and do what I'm told. Billy's finally satisfied I'm making progress and he gets us both a cold bottle of water from the half frig in the kitchenette. He takes a few swallows of water, then says, "You did awesome this morning, Dylan, I'm proud of you." It surprises me at how wonderful his praise makes me feel. It's stupid, but I'm just so happy Billy's pleased with me, but swallowing the water isn't all that easy because of the collar restricting movement of my Adam's apple. I never gave my Adam's apple a thought before today. Getting some water down, I say, "Thank you, Billy, you're an excellent trainer." He grins, "I was trying to be hard on you, but you were perfect. It doesn't usually come easy for me, being dominant I mean, but I do what John says. He wanted me to do this training of you and this is the first time in my life I ever felt totally dominant over someone. It was a very interesting experience. I really like you and I could tell you liked me fucking you, not that I'm suppose to care as the dom here. To be honest, I wish I met you first and then you'd be my submissive boy. You know, whenever I wasn't being John's submissive boy." I say, "You're fantastic, Billy! Your PA felt so good up my ass. I'd love to be your submissive boy." He says, "This conversation never took place, and that's an order." I go, "Yes, sir, it's just that the PA, and that other thing, really felt awesome in my ass and I really like your fat cock too." He looks wistful, and says, "Yeah, I wish John would get a PA. At least a PA, but he won't get any piercing. And I'm not saying he doesn't fuck me good because he surely does. I'd just like to feel what it's like to have a cock with a PA fucking my ass. Hey, maybe we can still get one for you, and I'll give you permission to fuck me. Yeah, that's it! I'm pretty sure I just thought of a way for you to get a Prince Albert for your cock. It's simple, first you get circumcised and then Raymond won't hesitate giving you a PA. Get a real tight circumcision, that works best. You'd go for that wouldn't you? I mean, if that would make you eligible for a Prince Albert, and I do want you to get one for starters." Oh shit. I fake excitement, "Of course, for you I'd do it, Billy." But the truth is I might be saying goodbye this very morning because I'm not getting circumcised and then have a fat needle pierced through the head of my cock. Done our water, Billy sends me with the empty plastic bottles to dispose of them in a recycle bin. I come right back to stand in front of him again. He rubs my back, asking, "Would you drink a little of my pee now?" I go, "Um," and the front door opens. John comes in looking handsomer then I remember. He has a big smile on his face as Billy and I scamper over to hug him. He says, "Ah, Dylan's here. How'd he do, Billy?" Billy gives John a less glowing report than I expected, muting his enthusiastic evaluation that he gave me a little while ago. He even points out that I've recently had a haircut. What the fuck, maybe John wouldn't have noticed. We're still hugging John waiting for him to tell us what to do. He runs his fingers through my very short hair, saying, "I'm disappointed in you, Dylan. What do you have to say for yourself?" I gulp, "I apologize, John. It's no excuse, but I'm so used to getting my haircut on Saturday that I did it without thinking." John doesn't say anything to that, he's caressing Billy, rubbing his shoulders and down Billy's back to his ass. He squeezes Billy's nice ass, then kisses Billy, and says, "Billy, get me a bottle of tonic water." Letting go of both of us, he says, "And you Dylan, stand up straight like Billy taught you, right here in front of me." Billy and I say, "Yes, sir," and do what we're told. I'm looking John in the eyes. He's taller than I remember, as much as five inches taller than me. Well, that's probably because I don't have anything on my feet and he does. John's hand's go to the sides of my face, "Ah, just as beautiful as I remember. Are you ready to have your penis pierced?" I say, "Yes sir," although I'm most definitely not, but for some reason I'm now thinking I will if I need to. John's hands are all over my body, then he mutters, "Here's my water, just stand there, Dylan," and he gets his arm around Billy's neck and they walk over to where the coffee table and chairs are. John sits in a cushioned chairs with Billy on his lap. John tells Billy about the art work that someone bought. He's excited and acts as though Billy's more like a lover than a sub. Ten minutes later, with me still standing tall, Billy takes John's empty water bottle to the recycle bin and John says, "Morning strapping boys," and Billy and I assume the correct position as John takes his time getting a strap out of the closet. It's the same one he used on me in the van. He says, "Stay in the strapping position, Dylan, but make your way over to me. Billy, you'll be first." As I'm taking short steps while bent over in the strapping position, I hear the first slap of the strap against Billy's ass, but not a whimper from him. Then another, "SWACK!" as the strap slashes Billy's buttocks, and "SWACK!!" "SWACK!!" and now I hear Billy whimper. John, sounding a little bored, says, "Time out for you, Billy," and Billy straightens up rubbing his smacked ass with one hand. I see red swashes across both butt cheeks. Billy's using his other hand to hold his boner up against his belly. There are two tear streaks on his face. My heart pounds as I wait, John says to me, "This morning it's four 'reminder' strapping's and you get an extra one for not doing what I told you about your hair," and without delay, it's a "SWACK!" and I scream out. John says, "Cover your mouth with one of your hands and try to be half the man Billy is," then "SWACK!" SWACK" and I move away bawling. He follows and, "SWACK! SWACK!" I fall over crawling away and get a "SWACK!" across my back for my trouble. "I'm extremely disappointed in you, Dylan, take your time out and I don't want to hear your crying or whimpering. Stifle it, you twat!" I make damn sure I'm in the right position on my mat. John comes over to check, still holding the strap. He nods his head in approval, then walks over to the cell phone to call someone and proceeds to tell them about his art sale. It sounds like he's talking to his mother and he sounds as normal and as a proud as a son can be. He's not bragging as much as trying to get approval and he sounds younger than I think he is. After that call he makes another one wandering around the studio while talking. Lots of laughing during this phone call, with John being self deprecating, and he seems to be having a good old time with whoever he's talking to. Meanwhile I'm contemplating leaving. Until John got here I was having fun with cute Billy and his make-believe dom routine. I really got submissive to him during out time in bed together, and even before that a little bit too. John strapping me like that was uncalled for, especially because he strapped me five times, so no wonder I cried. Fer chrisssakes, who wouldn't cry. My eyes strain to go to Billy, who glances at John to be sure he's not looking, then smiles and blows me a kiss. Then he puts his thumb in the air like I did okay. Jeez, I made a damn fool of myself acting like a pussy, is what I did. My ass still feels like it's on fire. I give a smile to Billy and start to whisper a thank you for his support, but he puts his finger to his lips, like, "Shhh," so I don't say anything. Billy and I stare at each other as the pain in my ass floats away over the next half hour. We lay on the mats for about forty-five minutes with John on the phone the whole time. He made three calls and in between his calls someone called him. Finally John comes over to us smiling, "How are my beautiful boys doing? Okay? You may get up now so we can make-up and you can get over all the hating on me you've been doing in your cute heads. Come on over and give me a hug." I mimic whatever Billy does and we're both immediately back to hugging John like we did when he came in the front door. John kisses both of us hugging us, saying, "I'm sorry I need to strap you boys, I don't like doing it all that much. Well, heh heh, I like it a little, and anyway we all know you need to be strapped in order to fully enjoy our experience together. It's important that you both respect my authority and acknowledge I'm in control of everything. Billy has heard this many times so it's basically for my new boy, Dylan. Getting strapped symbolically teaches you there's always a price to pay in life when trying to achieve something worth while. In this case you're looking for the hottest sex we can achieve. You boys, having submissive natures, need a dominant sex partner to achieve your goal. I'm trying for that same goal of hot sex, but for that I need a submissive partner. I need you submissive boys as much as you need me. Hell, I probably need you more. Now tell me you forgive me and lets be friends and lovers." Billy says, "I forgive you, John, and thank you for caring about me enough to do what it takes to make everything as good as it can be." He goes, "How about you, Dylan?" and it's weird, but I feel closer to John now after hearing his explanation. I'm clinging to him, saying, "I forgive you and thank you, like Billy said." He asks, "So you're staying with us, huh? You spent most of the time on the mat contemplating leaving, didn't you?" and he ruffles my hair. I confess, "Yes, John, but I want to stay now because you and Billy are awesome." He chuckles, then asks, "You're not going to put up a fuss during your piercing, right?" I go, "I'll do what I'm told," and he mumbles, "Yes, I thought you would. Okay, Billy, I want you and Dylan wearing matching outfits today. Take Dylan's hand and choose your outfits from the walk-in closet. Get dressed and let me see what you've picked out. Dylan, you do what Billy tells you to do. Go ahead now," as he lets go of us. Billy says, "Yes, sir," takes my hand and walks me over towards the bathroom where there's a door that leads to a big closet. Inside I look around at all the clothes on hangers and all the footwear on racks. The clothes are tight and skimpy with many of them in pastel colors. Billy says, "This is our warm weather clothing, there's another selection for cold weather." I ask, "Will we be on leashes?" He picks out tight shorts that are very short, saying, "These will show off your awesome legs nicely, and no leashes except Sunday when John will parade us on leashes in a predominantly gay neighborhood showing off his boys. Other dominants will have one or two boys on leashes too, but most of them are older so John always wins." I ask, "It's a contest?" and Billie's like, "Put these on, Dylan. No, it's not really a contest so much as an unofficial consensus of opinion." "Um, no underwear, Billy?" He says, "Don't question me, just do what you're told and do it quickly. I told you that earlier." I pull on the shorts and find they're made of stretchy material. Still, my ass is sensitive so even the stretchy material irritates my butt cheeks. I'm hoping the tenderness will fade more. One positive benefit from my sore ass is I haven't given much thought to this wide dog collar strangling my neck. Billy has his pale blue shorts on and it looks like his butt cheeks, cock and balls have a coating of pale blue paint on them. Handing me what amounts to a pale pink wife-beater t-shirt, he says, "See if you can get this on." The t-shirt is a boy's medium size. I wore that size when I was eleven years old. It's also stretchy material and while I get it on it doesn't even reach my belly button. Billy puts his on, saying, "Good, this should please John." For our feet he chooses high top, pure white, canvas Converse sneakers without socks. When we're dressed, such as it is, he takes my hand and we go out to stand tall in front of John, who says, "Ah, nice, Billy," and he cups both our crotches asking, "Who does this junk belong to?" Billy says, "Mine belong to you, John," and I say the same thing. He lets go of our privates, and says, "Walk around so I can see if you two look hot enough." Billy holds my hand as we wander around the studio until John says, "Awesome! You two are awesome. Give yourselves a kiss," so Billy gets his hand behind my head and gives me a long French kiss. My arms go around him willingly as my cock bones-up. Billy humps his package into mine and we both have semi-hard boners stretching the material of our shorty shorts. Our boners couldn't be much more obvious unless we were naked. John's grabbing at his junk, muttering, "Jesus, you two are sexy together. Okay, Billy, ya better stop making-out with Dylan or I might fuck both of you right now." I'm panting a little as we face John, and it takes all the will power I have not to grope myself. John says, "Wow, you two compliment each other... you both get me hot." Billy and I grin at John feeling proud of ourselves, waiting for our next orders. Somehow both Billy and John make me desperate to please them. My eyes glance at Billy's hard cock that's poking out the front of his short-shorts, then I look at mine. It's kind of embarrassing although neither John nor Billy pays any attention to it. John says, "Okay, lets get down to business. You'll both be getting pierced today, so I want you both to make me proud. Dylan, before your piercing I want you to pick out the PA jewelry you want for your penis, and..." He stops, "Billy, I get the feeling you want to says something. What is it?" Billy seems reluctant to say anything, but John just stares at him, so Billy pulls down my shorts and picks my semi-hard cock by his fingers, saying, "He's uncut," and John says, "I know that, so what?" Billy shrugs, "Raymond won't do a PA on uncut cocks unless the foreskin is skimpy. Dylan's extends a half inch over the head." John frowns, then goes, "When did Raymond decide that?" They discuss it and eventually it comes down to Billy, with his numerous piercing's, has spent a lot more time with Raymond than John has. Raymond's told Billy a lot about the piercing's he performs. Hmmm, I guess John doesn't hold his boy's hands during the piercing's like he told me he did. Another little white lie from John. John scrunches up his face in consternation, and asks, "Any suggestions, Billy?" Billy says, "You could use another body piercer. Most of them will do a PA, but off center for uncut cocks." John shakes his head, "No, I trust only Raymond. What else could we do?" Then my buddy Billy comes up with this outlandish suggestion, the one he mentioned to me. "Well, Raymond could circumcise Dylan and when that heals he'll do the PA. Dylan said he'd be happy to be circumcised if it means he can get a Prince Albert for his cock. " John is rubbing his chin with his thumb and forefinger thinking about that, as I'm thinking, 'Well, guess I'm outta here after all'. I keep vacillating, being okay with getting one, then changing my mind again. John goes, "Not bad, Billy. Okay, if Raymond will circumcise Dylan, we'll go that way, but what if he won't?" Billy says, "Scrotum piercing," and John's like, "Okay, scrotum piercing with a nice ring or two, but that's not enough so we'll add a nip piercing too." Billy goes, "Brilliant idea, John. May I get another nipple pierced too? Please." John says, "Yep, get a second ring in both of them if you want. You'll get to witness whichever procedure Raymond chooses for Dylan. I can't watch body piercing myself, I'd probably faint. So, my first choice is the PA, second choice is for Dylan to get circumcised for a PA piercing later, and last choice is a scrotum and nipple piercing. You arrange it with Raymond and surprise me when it's over. I'll be reading a magazine in the waiting room and I don't want to hear any screaming." He looked at me when he said that. Checking his watch, he says, "Time to go, we'll catch a cab. You two hold hands in public and don't do anything I'll need to strap you for." It's like I'm invisible, as they decided my fate. I'll go for the scrotum and nipple thing, but it's the only thing I'll go for as of now. Billy can probably change my mind though, so I don't know what's going to happen. Truth is, I'd actually like to see what else is involved with a weekend at John's, so maybe I can put up with the piercing's, which ever ones they decide for me. I know damn well I won't have any say in the matter. If it's the scrotum ring and the nip piercing I'll take out the scrotum ring as soon as I leave, but a little ring in my nipple seems kind of a hot shit thing to have. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty helping to offset the expenses of maintain this story site. Thanks!