Date: Fri, 4 Jul 2014 11:19:27 -0400 (EDT) From: MGTBILL@aol.com Subject: DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 82 DYLAN'S SUMMER VACATION TWO Chapter 82 by Donny Mumford John walks behind Billy and me as we go down the hall towards the elevator. Billy's holding my hand and the realization sinks-into my head finally that we'll be out in public holding hands, dressed like we're going to a gay Halloween party. As John's boys, we're wearing wide dog collars and we're dressed identically. We both have white high-top Converse sneakers on our feet, without socks. Our shirts, such as they are, are pink wife-beater style undershirts made of a stretchy material and they appear to be painted on us. Billy's nipples and nip rings are clearly visible in the stretchy material. The only good thing about the sleeveless undershirt is that my cool tattoo can be seen. The bottom of the undershirt doesn't even reach our belly buttons and the short-shorts we're wearing are low riding. The waistband is barely above our dicks so our pubic hairs would be showing except I shaved mine and Billy's have been electrolyzed. These shorty-shorts are pale blue, also made of a stretchy material. They hide very little: our ass cheeks, cock, and balls are plainly visible. They'd show off a pimple on our asses if we had one there, which we don't. The leg portion of our shorts barely reaches lower than our nuts. The distance from the waistband to the bottom of the legs couldn't be more then six or seven inches. We're as close to naked as it's possible to be without actually being naked. At the elevator we just stand here waiting for... for what? I don't know. John get his arms around both our dog collars from behind, pulling our heads together and gives us both a kiss on the top of our heads. My collar gags me and a thought of claustrophobia crosses my mind. It fizzles out when John lets go of us, saying, "Push the 'down' button, Billy." Oh, I get it, we need to wait until we're told what to do. Well that's easy enough. No thinking necessary on Billy's or my part. John says, "You two are gorgeous, and twice as gorgeous when you're together. You make me so proud to be your dom. Guess what? After your piercing's we're going to have lunch at The Russian Tea Room. Billy's excited, but I'm thinking, 'We're going to a restaurant dressed like this? And a fucking tea room! What's that?' Billy's nudging me so I look at him as he prompts me by saying, "Isn't it thrilling, John's taking us to The Russian Tea Room for lunch?" I get the hint and act as excited as Billy. John gives me a stern look so I crank up the excitement a little more. There's something about the way he sometimes look at me that makes me feel incredibly submissive to him. It's almost like I cringe, but at the same time I admire him, thinking he's so sexy hot and my dick moves in these tight shorts. Just now when he looked at me I dropped my eyes. Then the back of my free hand nervously came up to my nose. It's that damn habit again, but I like how I smell so it's gonna be a hard habit to break. The elevator doors open, and naturally there are people in there. Four total, and two of them are guys around our age. Those two exchange glances with bemused expressions on their faces. Billy sort of drags me forward as my face gets hot and red. We turn around and face the front as the doors close. I didn't notice any reaction from the two adults, but the teenagers certainly smirked openly, nudging each other and nodding their heads in our direction. Now I'm experiencing that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get when an elevator drops down at high speed. Obviously the snickering from the two boys is meant to be heard. When that gets no reaction from us, one of them does an amateurish fake cough disguising the word, "fags". My eyes go to Billy, but he does a subtle shake of his head indicating, 'no'. Meaning, I suppose, I'm not to react to any of these insults. Thankfully no one else gets on the elevator the rest of the way down to the lobby. Billy and I step out, followed by the older man and woman. They pretend not to notice that we're almost naked as we wait outside the elevator holding hands. I hear a commotion and glancing back at the elevator see that John has a hand on both the kids' throats pushing then up against the back of the elevator. He's talking quietly, but using a threatening, scary voice. He asks, "Which one of you coughed?" The two boys, who look enough alike to be brothers, must instinctively realize they're in a small space with a dangerous person because they both shake their heads like it wasn't one of them who called out 'fag'. John says, "What's the number of the apartment you're in?" John's gripping their necks tightly, both boys have a hand loosely around John's wrists and it appears most of the color has drained from their faces. The shorter of the two, croaks out, "1608," and John goes, "You won't be living there much longer," and then lets go of them. He gives them a frightening look, saying, "They're are two of you twat's, why don't you jump me. My boys will just watch. It'll be you two against me." They both shake their heads 'no' again. John steps out of the elevator, saying, "Push the button for the top floor. I'm going to watch, and if you don't ride all the way to the top floor I'll wait for you to eventually come down and kick the shit out of both of you." They nod their heads, push a button and the doors close. John takes out his cell phone, telling us, "Wait for me outside," and we hurry to do that. As I'm going through the door I hear him say, "Yeah, it's me. We've got trouble-makers in 1608..." and that's all I hear. Outside I ask, "What was that all about?" Billy shrugs like it's no big deal, and says, "Oh, it's just that John won't tolerate anyone mocking or bullying his boys. He's very strong and practices some kind of martial arts or something. We'll probably need to go the gym with him after lunch and watch him work out. His father owns the gym, he owns this building too." So that's what he meant when he said those guys won't be in 1608 much longer. He's evicting them, and their family. Guess it's also why he's not afraid to be physical with those two. Damn, it must be nice to have a father who's so rich you can get away with stuff like that. Billy says, "By the way, it isn't our place to comment about that little incident. Pretend it didn't happen because that's what John will do." Sure enough, John comes out all smiles. He gives our shoulder an affectionate little squeeze, saying, "I'll get us a cab, boys." Well, he doesn't get the cab, instead he gives the doorman some money, saying, "How are you this morning, Tony?" Tony slips the money in his pocket, cheerfully saying, "Wonderful, Mister Wussinger. May I get you a cab?" John says, "If you'd be so kind." The doorman steps out into the street and blows a whistle and presto a cab pulls over. All three of us get in the back seat. When we're seated Billy's in the middle. John's on the opposite end from me as he puts his left arm behind both our necks, not that we can feel it because of the wide dog collars we're wearing. He gives the cab driver an address, hugs us against each other again causing me to gag, and then kisses Billy. Putting a finger under Billy's chin, John gently pulls his head around and they make out in the cab as we zigzag through traffic. It's a wet-sounding sloppy make-out with moans from Billy that go on for at least five minutes. I see the cab driver's eyes looking at Billy and John in the rearview mirror. Billy never lets go of my hand as I busy myself staring at his lap, watching his cock grow. It's stretching out the material of these ridiculous shorty shorts. When Billy's fully erect, John ends the make-out smiling at Billy, who appears to be out of breath and aroused. I notice he doesn't grope his bulging boner so I guess that's simply not done. Damn, Billy's cock looks hot stretching the material of his shorty-shorts, so I'm thinking, 'I hope I get to sit next to John on the next cab ride.' I'm aroused and turned on from watching and hearing the sexy wet mouth sounds during their make-out. It got me semi-boned up... damn, that was hot! John and Billy are so fucking sexy! I want to grope my cock so badly it's quivering, but know better so instead I smell the back of my hand again Whenever I slump in the seat my dog collar gags me, so I'm sitting up very straight with my chin up, imitating the way Billy sits. I squeeze Billy's hand and he looks at me with his sweet smile. His lips are bright red from being stimulated during his make-out with our dom, and I'm liking the sense of sexuality I feel from just being with these two. That thought intensifies the urge to touch my cock to what's now an almost irresistible degree. It's like I'm part of a different world entirely now, a different reality where everything is sexuality based, everything controlled and taking care of by John. That includes revenge on those dumb shit's who mocked Billy and me. The cab pulls over at the address John gave and. John pays the cabbie and we follow our dom out of the cab. We're on a wide bustling sidewalk with lots of people hurrying some place. A surprising number of those passing us don't pay the slightest attention to basically the freak show Billy and I are putting on. John's dressed in upscale preppy. That's the best way I can describe it, so he obviously isn't part of the freak show. He looks very handsome and sure of himself, and sexy as hell, but at the same time there's something very cute about him too. I find I'm staring at him a lot with a squirmy feeling in my groin. He really turns me on with his incredibly confident, yet easy manner. Easy as long as no one is dissing Billy or me, that is. It's nice having our own bodyguard. Billy knows where we're going so we walk hand in hand in front of John. Even though we're dressed outlandishly, most people we pass appear determined not to look at us. John, who may or may not be looking at our asses as we walk, says, "You boys are slouching again," and we both straighten up with our chins pointing up. He mutters, "There ya go, that's the way my boys walk." I feel so stupid and yet my balls are hard and seem to be constantly buzzing. I squeeze Billy's hand thinking of him fucking me an hour ago. Like I said, everything seems so sexual to me when I'm with these two. Billy's cock has reduced from a flagpole to semi-boner status now, although it's still blatantly obvious. Yeah, but so are my cock and balls prominently displayed behind the stretchy, thin material of my shorts. It's so bizarre, and yet I'm sexily hot all the time and it began with me initially meeting Billy. Now I find myself daydreaming about Billy's earlier fuck as well as John fucking me with his huge cock sometime later today. Jesus, I want to grope myself so badly. We pass some people who are almost as weird looking as we are, so I guess New Yorkers are used to seeing weirdos among the throngs of people here. I gotta believe we're the weirdest looking, although maybe the cutest too... ha ha. This is so different from anything I've experienced before, and since I like trying different things, I'm forcing myself to feel less and less self conscious about everything. It's like Willie and me in Key West when he force-taught me not to care what strangers think. Of course, with Billy's experience in this strange world he doesn't appear self conscious at all, not in any way I've noticed anyway. He's relaxed, squeezing my hand from time to time as we both walk down the sidewalk like soldiers, very erect . We're walking like this not only because of our dog collars, but because our dom wants us to walk like this. Only when we go into a building and we're waiting for the elevator do I remember why we're here. How could I forget that?!! I sure as shit know why we're here now and my heart starts beating faster. My face feels hot and I glance at John again, maybe for reassurance. He smiles and squeezes my shoulder, "Make me proud, Dylan. I know you're gonna be one of my favorite boys, but there's some training you'll need first. I've got to knock that cockiness out of you for one thing, and the first step is getting you a Prince Albert. Then your cock really does belong to me. There's rewards that go with me owning your private parts too." He thinks I'm cocky?? What the fuck? Geno said I was the most submissive guy he's ever fucked. How much more submissive does John want me to be? He smiles at me and he just seems so charismatic, plus with all his confidence and sexy looks he's becoming irresistible. He says, "Billy will lead you through everything, Dylan. Just remember to do what he and Raymond tell you to do. The pain of the piercing is like stubbing your toe. Hurts like hell for a second and then the pain will fade, but in the meantime you'll proudly have a Prince Albert cock and be on your way to being one of my best boys ever. Okay?" Well, I guess I'll get the PA after all because I can't say no to him. Instead I say, loud and clear, "Yes, sir." He smiles, patting my cheek, "Call me John." We get on the elevator with a few other people who were waiting with us, some of whom roll their eyes, but say nothing. On the tenth floor we walk down the hall and enter a small reception area. On the door we opened and walked through the lettering read, 'Raymond's Professional Body Piercing'. A receptionist says, "Good morning, Mister Wussinger. Please have a seat and fill out release forms for the boys." She doesn't even look at Billy and me. John takes the clipboard, then tells us, "Sit over there." Billy's still holding my hand as he leads me to two chairs. In this small room there are two women waiting for their piercing appointment. The impression I have of them from a quick glance when we first walked in is two tattooed women wearing denim, both overweight and over-tattooed. Their necks and both arms are a smorgasbord of tattoos. The overhead light shines off the medal jewelry already pierced into their faces. Obviously they're back for more. It's very quiet in here. Two minutes later a senior citizen comes out of the back holding a gauze pad to his lips. I didn't see what was pierced, but I see the old piercing's in his ears, nose, and eyebrows. It's as if some people are hooked on body piercing the way some people are hooked on banned substances. A man with a huge nose comes out from the back, and says to the fat women, "Hi ya, girls. Come on in." They follow big nose, who I assume is Raymond, into the back office. John says to Billy and me, "Sign your name next to where I put an 'X'." Without reading the form, both of us sign the form and John takes it to the receptionists. I'm so nervous I'm having a hard time breathing and to make matters worse I hear a bloodcurdling shriek come from behind the door. The wailing goes on for about thirty seconds as I look at Billy, who's so unconcerned he appears to be ready to take a nap. What has to be a motorcycle gang member, dressed in leather, comes in next and goes to the receptionist. No one except me is fazed at all by the screeching that came from behind the door. Big nose Raymond, is apparently cut from the same cloth as the infamous Marquis de Sade who is the inspiration for the word 'sadist'. Another scream of pain echoes off the walls of this small waiting room and now I'm trying to think what I'm going to tell John and Billy. How to say, 'I'm outta here!'? Billy looks at me and I suppose he sees the abject fear in my face. Leaning over, he whispers, "They're women, Dylan. It doesn't hurt that bad for us guys. Please try for the Prince Albert. I want you to," and he lowers his voice more, and adds, "Get a big PA so you can fuck me with it, okay? I'm depending on you." He seems so innocent and looks so sweet I nod my head with a sinking feeling in my gut. What can I do? I can't leave dressed like this and I don't want to let Billy down, or John either. I'm in the thick of it now, fer sure. Out come the women, pale faces and forcing smiles now. I don't see them holding gauzes to a visible spot on their bodies so the piercing was somewhere under their denim clothes. Something I don't want to even think about. Big nose comes out, and says, "Good morning, John. I'm ready for your boys." John says, "Hi, Raymond, Billy will tell you what they need." Still holding my hand, Billy stands and so I do too. I following him as he follows Raymond into the torture chamber that we're entering so willingly. How stupid is that. The room looks sorta like a doctor's office except Raymond, who has many piercing's himself, isn't dressed like a doctor. He's dressed simply with jeans and a sweatshirt that the sleeves have been removed. "What's it going to be, Billy, more genital piercing?" Billy says, "Yes, we hope for both of us," and Raymond says, "Okay, both of you take your, um, shorts off." Oh fuck, this is awkward all of a sudden, but Billy pulls his off right away, so I do the same. Damn, this is weird! We stand in front of Raymond with out junk hanging between our legs. Raymond lifts my cock, asking, "What piercing are you hoping for with this, Billy?" No one ever addresses me. He says, "We really, really, really want a Prince Albert for Dylan." Raymond pulls the foreskin of my cock back, shaking his head, "I won't do it, Billy, but I'll refer you to someone who will. The piercing will need to be off center because of his foreskin, plus the chance of infection is fairly high. It'll take quite a while healing too, and that's if it doesn't get infected. We won't be able to have any sex using his penis for four or five months." "What?" asks Billy. Then, "Well, could you circumcise him and later put a PA in the head of his cock?" Raymond drops my penis, saying, "I don't advise adults getting circumcised, but like I said, I can refer you to someone who will do either or both." Billy looks disappointed, "No, Raymond, that won't work because John only trusts you." Raymond does an exaggerated shrug, mumbling, "Sorry, but I can't help you with your boy here." Raymond lifts my cock again, and this time holds it in his fist, mumbling, "Beautiful penis on your boy." The palm of Raymond's hand is puffy like a powder puff, and my cock feels cozy with his hand wrapped around it. He cups my balls, saying, "I can work with these, Billy. By the way is Dylan your boy or John's?" Billy says, "Ultimately he's John's boy, except when John's not here, then Dylan's my boy. Aren't you, Dylan?" Ooou, Billy saying that with my cock snug in Raymond's powder puff hand causes me to stifle a moan. I've been sexually aroused most of the time since arriving in New York City. I say, "Yes, sir," to Billy's question, and Raymond asks Billy, "What have you decided, Billy. I could do a row of ten or twelve little rings through the bottom skin of the scrotum, right along here." He drops my dick drawing a line on my scrotum with his fingernail. Billy scratches his balls and pulls on his dick, then glances at me, asking, "Whaddaya think, boy?" I shake my head no, and Billy laughs, "We're kidding you, Dylan. Ten or twelve rings at one sitting? ha ha, I wouldn't do that to you," and he puts his arm around my dog collar pulling my head over to kiss me on the lips. "He's a beauty, Billy," Raymond mumbles, and fondles my cock and balls some more, saying, "Best looking penis and testicles I've ever seen. They almost look fake." He strokes my cock now as Billy says, "Stand still, Dylan. Raymond wants to see how far your foreskin pulls off the head of your cock when you've got an erection." Then to Raymond, "Do you think you could reconsider, Raymond?" He's stroking the length of my cock, the foreskin sliding awesomely on and off the sensitive head as I grunt and move my feet a little. Raymond says to Billy, "Keep your boy still," and Billy stand behind me with his arms around my waist. His soft cock rests lengthways in my ass crack. Raymond has stroked a boner on me with the powder puff palm of his hand, but he keeps stroking it and that stimulation, plus the feel of Billy's body against my back and his cock along my ass crack has me feeling an orgasm coming on. Raymond begins lightly squeezing my nuts with his other hand as a long moan escapes my throat, "Oooooh, aaah," and I lean back into Billy with my hips bucking a little. Raymond says, "I might as well bring him to climax." My cock is a really tight boner sticking almost straight out from my groin now. Raymond's twisting his hand on my boner as he strokes it, muttering, "The foreskin is completely off the head, Billy, and I'd truly love to pierce this beauty, but I gotta stick to my original evaluation. There's just too much foreskin." He stops stroking and takes his hand off my cock, pointing to the side of my boner's head, "I'd need to pierce it almost sideways and then up and out the urethral opening." Billy says, "Please do it, Raymond. It'd be a big favor to both John and me." My cock quivers, still sticking straight out. Raymond asks me, "Do you have a high pain threshold, boy? This will be major pain," and he leans down looking at my cock with a magnifying glass this time. Looking up, he says, "No, it won't work. Sorry boys." Billy makes a face, then says, "Dylan's got a very high pain threshold, don't you, Dylan?" Before I can answer, Raymond says, "I won't do it, take him to my associate right here in this building on the eighth floor." Billy pats my shoulder, saying, "I'm going to pitch that idea of Raymond's to John. He'll probably give the okay since it's Raymond's recommendation. You may get your Prince Albert this morning after all." He leaves and Raymond says, "Your choice, do you want me to finish stroking you off or not? Or you can do it yourself if you'd prefer." I think of his powder puff palm, and say, "You, please, Raymond." He gets behind me saying, "This is a more natural way to stroke your cock," and he begins stroking it fairly fast with the side of his face on my ear. I'm praying he doesn't touch me with that nose of his. Soon I'm up on my toes leaning back into him, and then a gasp, and "Aaaaaah, ooooh, God," as a small amount of cum pumps out and splashes on the floor. Raymond nuzzles the side of my face, then kisses me, and says, "I might make an exception and give you a PA if we can work out some way you and I can be alone for twenty minutes. You know, so you do a favor for me too." I step away from him, muttering, "No way," feeling disgusted with this whole mess, but before I can say more Billy comes back in acting resigned. He tells Raymond, who's wiping up my cum with a paper towel that he moves around with his foot. "John says, two rings on his scrotum and one nip piercing." Raymond says, "Okay, roger that. Boy, come over here so you can pick out the rings." I look around and he goes, "Over here, Dylan." As I'm looking at the choices Billy looking a bigger jewelry on the other side of the office. Raymond quietly says, "That offer I made is between you and me, Dylan," and I mutter, "Yeah, and it'll stay that way." He says, "You think about my offer between now and when your dom brings you in again. The offer still stands and it's certainly not something you haven't done many times before anyway. I'll of course wear a condom. You can have your very own Prince Albert, think about it." I'm not even listening to Raymond now, and I'm not mentioning anything to Billy or John about his proposal because why complicate things. I'll never be back here. At the very least Raymond jerking me off has settled me down and I'm much less aroused now then I was when I came in here. Excepting my fate, I point out small rings for my scrotum, and then I find a nip ring that almost looks identical to my little earring hoops that are back at the studio in my pants pocket. This one is made of titanium too. Billy joins us and chooses the same nip ring I picked out. He says, "Two for me, Raymond. I'm getting both nipples pierced today. Two rings in each nipple will look so cool." Raymond's like, "And pierced nipples experience more sensations and sensitivity. Okay, lets get started, do you mine going first, Billy. You can show your boy there's nothing to be afraid of." Raymond is putting on latex gloves, adding, "I'll do this with you laying on the examination table." Billy peels off his top and lays naked on the table. I stare at his Prince Albert-violated cock... soooo glad I'm not getting one. On the other hand I'm remembering what an awesome fuck he gave me with that thing. I wonder if Robby would consider one? Raymond checks Billy's previous piercing's, either that or he likes playing with our cocks. He sure had fun with mine. He's drawing his fist up Billy's five inch cock using his hand with the powder puff palm, asking, "Any problems with the PA?" Billy says, "Nope, I love it and so did Dylan, heh heh." Raymond fondles Billy's privates, chuckling, "Oh, did Billy show you a little love, boy?" I say, "He's an awesome dom and he treats me right." Billy says, "Thank you, but it's not your place to evaluate me. If someone asks if I showed you a little love, you say, 'Yes, sir,' and leave it at that. Like John said, you have a long way to go before you're a good sub." That hurts my feelings, but I fight off the desire to pout and instead say, "Yes, sir." Billy nods his head at me, mumbling, "That's my boy." Raymond reluctantly, it seems, stops playing with Billy's cock and balls leaving the cock firm and heavy looking. He disinfects Billy's nipple, then gets a sterile, disposable needle that looks fat to me, asking, "Horizontal again?" Billy says, "Yes, as close to the first piercing as you can safely do it. Raymond studies the first piercing using the magnifying glass, then pricks the skin where he wants to begin the piercing. Billy doesn't even flinch as a tiny bubble of blood shows where he was pricked by the needle. Putting the magnifying glass down, Raymond stretches the skin with the fingers of one hand and carefully places the needle point at the spot of the prick, then quickly and smoothly pushes the needle through the skin and out the other side. Billy's face gets as red as an apple as he lifts his head hissing air out between his teeth sounding like steam coming out of a broken steam pipe. Then, "Ummmm, fuck!" Raymond's holding a sterile gauze over the incision, casually saying to me, "The piercing must be made at the base of the nipple where it meets the areola. I nod my head, without knowing what he's talking about. Mostly I'm fascinated by two things: one, while Billy didn't screech out, his head looked like it was going to explode, and two, he sprung a boner from the pain. Very curious. Raymond takes the gauze away and slides the ring through the incision as Billy holds his breath getting the red face again, and then he makes the hissing noise again. Raymond says to me, "To avoid infection, daily washing with a gentle anti microbial soap is suggested, and one soaking per day with a saline solution as well." I nod my head at Billy, "He looks like he's in pain," and Raymond shrugs. "Well, that area is full of sensitive nerve ending so it hurts, but there are a lot worse hurts a person could experience than that piercing." Yeah, like a knitting needle through your eye, but it looked like Billy was in serious pain. He seems to be calming down, then he says, "Um, Raymond, I think I'll wait until next time for the second one." Hmmm, it hurt him more than he remembered from his other piercing's apparently, but they say a woman even forgets the pain of childbirth so maybe it's like that. Billy's a little shaky as he stands up. Raymond pats the paper covering on the examination table saying, "Your turn Dylan." Oh fuck! I've taken my top off, then I hesitantly get up on the table cursing myself for doing it. And it's not a table at all, but a leather bed about five feet long and two feet wide with an extension at the foot that gets pulled out as far as necessary to support your feet. If Raymond starts playing with my privates again, I'm complaining. He doesn't play with my dick, but he's twirling my nipple between two powder puff fingers giving me a squirmy feeling as my nipple tightens up into a hard little spike. Here comes Raymond with the magnifying glass to study my right nipple. "How do you want the piercing? Horizontal, vertical, or on an angle?" I mutter, "Like Billy's." He finds the spot his wants, pricking the skin with the needle and I yell out, "Oooow! Goddammit!" They both look startled, then Raymond sarcastically says to Billy, "High threshold for pain, huh?" Billy goes, "I didn't know. I thought he... you know." Raymond shakes his head, "Lets do this quickly," and he stretches the skin and pushes the needle through and pain like I've never felt in my life lights up my head like a flare. I bellow, "Owwwwwwwwwwww, fuccccck!" as I flounce around, tears running down my face. "Hold him still!" Raymond yells at Billy, who grips my shoulders as he stands behind me. The pain sears my brain and I'm babbling when Raymond slides the ring through the incision and holds a gauze to stop the bleeding. My head aches and the whole left side my chest pounds with soreness. He's cleaning the nipple gently, saying, "I've never seen anyone make such a fuss over a piercing." I yell, "You must have done something wrong with this piercing then!" He looks at Billy, "I'm not doing the scrotum piercing's on him today. Not after this display," and he said 'him' like it was a dirty word. I say, "I yelled, that's all, but I don't want my balls pierced anyway." He laughs, "Piercing your balls, now that would hurt. It's just the skin at the bottom of your scrotum that gets pierced, not your testicles. We'll do it next time and you think about what I said in the meantime." I know what he means by that, but Billy probably assumes he means I was a big baby with my piercing. I thought it would be like getting my ear pierced, but it was a hundred times worse. Getting off the table, Billy and I are still naked, I'm a little shaky, like Billy was. The intense pain is abating like they said it would, but my nipple is friggin' tender and sore as all get out. I say, "Did you ever hear of numbing the area before sticking that needle through?" He goes, "It's not worth the time and expense to do that for something that last a second at the most." I mutter, "A second in hell is a second too long." Then I ask Billy, "How long is this gonna be sore?" He shrugs, "I don't know, a couple weeks maybe," and Raymond says, "It could take three months to heal, maybe more. So do the cleaning I told you about." Billy says, "I'll show you what to do, Dylan," and he hugs me sideways to him. That hug felt good, shows that someone cares at least. How do people do multiple piercing's over and over, are they out of their fucking minds? And then I remember Billy springing a boner from the pain. That's so weird too. Raymond tells me to wear something snug over the ring so the ring won't get jostled, especially while sleeping. I'm calmed down a little by the time we squeeze into our tiny stretch clothes and walk out of the office. Raymond greets the motorcycle gang member as 'Chuck' just as a skinny kid with a ring through his nose comes in and talks with the receptionists. As the skinny boy sits down John pays for our piercing's and we walk outside and Billy squeals on me. "Did you hear Dylan scream like a girl, John? He wouldn't get the scrotum rings either." John swats the back of my head hard. "Yeah, I heard this twat screaming!" and another hard swat making an echo sound in the hall. "That will get you a strapping for each scrotum piercing you didn't get. You'll damn well get them next time," and another swat on the back of my head. To stop him from hitting me, I say, "Yes, sir, I promise I'll get them next time, but it was Raymond who said it wouldn't do it." He swats my head again, "I fucking told you to call me John!" He stops, then looks around, then hugs my neck pulling my head over to him. My forehead is on his cheek, that's how much taller he is than me. He says, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I forgot how new you are to all this." He gives me a kiss, asking, "Forgive me?" and I say, "Yes, John." He lets go of me and acts like it never happened. "Ready for the Russian Tea Room, boys?" we both act excited which isn't easy with my head pounding and my nipple aching, but no way can I just go home and forget this whole deal, not wearing these clothes. I've got to leave from the studio where my regular clothes are. John has Billy flag down a cab and while he's doing that John tries making up for smacking the back of my head. He's cuddling with me and telling me I'm the cutest boy he has and there's sweet little kisses along with the compliments. Compliments usually carry weight as far as I'm concerned and John's very good at it so I forgive him. When Billy gets our cab John wants me sitting next to him this time. Billy continues holding my hand tightly, I look at him and we grin at each other. He mouths 'I'm sorry too, Dylan.' John tells the cabby where he wants to go, and then he makes-out with me the entire time it takes us to get to the tea room. He's really, really good at making-out too. Plus his scent is a sexy combination of youthful and macho so before long I want to crawl on top of him. The slaps on the back of my head are long forgotten as my cock gets so hard it has me moaning with sexual attraction and arousal. Oh man do I want to again experience John fucking me like he did in Wildwood. We get out of the cab at The Russian Tea Room with my boner's embarrassingly hard and seriously poking out the front of my stretchy short-shorts. Inside this elaborate restaurant I see a reflection of myself and Billy in a huge mirror next to the reservation stand. We're holding hands, dressed like we are and it's fucking laughable. He isn't phased by it at all, although we are attracting quite a few wide eyed glances from others waiting for their table. The man at the reservation desk acts like almost-naked young guys wearing wide dog collars are routine diners at The Russian Tea Room. John has a reservation so we're seated after only a short wait. It's a beautiful room and we're surrounded by priceless art. John tells us this room was opened in 1927 by the Russian Imperial ballet and it's been in operation ever since. The afternoon tea is priced between $50 and $185 per person and consists of various delicacies, little fancy sandwiches, Champaign or cocktails, and desserts. I guess you can have tea too, but we're eating lunch, not having afternoon tea time. When the waiter arrives John orders from the lunch menu: Spring Pea Soup and Kobe burgers for the three of us. To drink we all get ice tea naturally since this is a tea room. I wouldn't have chosen either of the things John chose, but Billy and I know John makes all the decisions for us, both big and small. John's very chatty during lunch, still talking about his art sale this morning. Then he tells Billy about some of his and my activities in Wildwood, including the sex. Billy's all ears hearing about John tethering me to the back of the van, and it does sound kind of hot hearing him tell it. He says I have the perfect ass for fucking and Billy agrees, although I can see in his eyes he'd like a compliment about his ass too. I nudge his ankle under the table and he glances up to see me grinning at him. He can't help but grin back, he gets cuter every time I look at him. After our lunch John doesn't order dessert, and then we're outside looking for a cab again. It's my turn to get one for us and while I'm trying to do that John's doing the same cuddling, whispering compliments, and kissing with Billy that he did with me. The best I can say about the food I had at The Russian Tea Room is it's basically standard fare for an average restaurant, with marginal service, and food that is extremely overpriced for what it is. Still, I'm glad I got to experience it. I'd never go back and pay for it myself of course. Finally the cabbie in the tenth or twelfth cab I wave at takes pity on my pathetic efforts to flag him down. We pile into the cab with Billy next to John again. John gives the cabbie the address for his father's gym and then he and Billy make-out hot and heavy again all the way to the gym. It's so sexy with these two. When I'm not directly involved I'm beginning to feel jealous, which Billy warned me will get me strapped. Speaking of getting strapped, I'm hoping John's forgotten about the strapping he said I need for not getting my scrotum pierced. Jeez, with that strapping discipline hanging over our heads Billy and I are always attentive and on our toes for our dom. Except for one or two incidents I'm having a great time in New York and I'm starting to consider another trip, but I need a good alibi for where I'll be if I go for a second weekend. I know I said I'd never do another big lie like I needed to do for this trip, but this is kind of a special occasion. We're dropped off at the gym that's not too far from John's studio. Inside it's very modern with all the bells and whistles you'd expect in an upscale gym. Quite busy too with equal parts males and females working the equipment. A quick survey of possible talents comes up empty, most because the average age is mid-thirties I'd guess. The greeter at the front desk gives John a hearty greeting and acts very deferential to him, which isn't surprising since his father owns the place. John has a locker and he changes into gym shorts and t-shirt as Billy and I watch. We're still holding hands like our dom instructed and we tag along behind John like puppy dogs with hardly anyone paying the slightest attention to us. They must be used to John's boys by now and aware any untoward treatment of us will probably result in that person being banned from the gym. It's called 'Workout World', not a gym, but gym is how John refers to it. I've noticed he's very courteous with everyone no matter how subservient they are to him. If I didn't know better I'd think he was just a polite, very good looking college student instead of the son of a rich, well know billionaire. I'm assuming he's a billionaire because the building John's studio is in is very large and this gym's is prime Manhattan real-estate as is the apartment building. I'm guessing these aren't the only properties his father owns. When changed John says to Billy, "Fill Dylan in on proper behavior when here." Billy quietly tells me, "No talking at all unless spoken to, never take your eyes off our dom, definitely do not look at anyone else, and be alert to John's needs. If you violate any of these rules I'm honor-bound to tell John, and then I'll need to administer your discipline and as much as I like doing that to his other submissive boy, I don't want to have to do it to you." That's the last words we speak in the gym. It's become very obvious that John is very 'out' about his sexuality, I mean, look at Billy and me. We dutifully watch John's every move as he works the equipment. He looks very strong and has an awesome hot sexy body that's now covered in shiny sweat. God he's hot! For the first half hour of his workout he doesn't even glance at us. We move with him as he moves from one piece of equipment to another with Billy and I using towels to wipe down the piece of equipment as soon as he finishes with it. At one point, without so much as turning to check if we're right there, he says, "Dylan, get me a fresh towel and a bottle of water, please." He knows we'll be here so he doesn't need to check. Billy points to where I can get the towel and water, and off I jog to fetch what my dom wants. I love this and it gives my dick a nice buzzing. As soon as I return, Billy takes my hand and we go back to standing behind John staring at him. Done his workout we hold hands watching him shower, then hand him towels and when he's dry we hand him his clothes. He says, "Tie my shoes, Dylan, and Billy you dispose of the used towels." I'm kneeling, tying his shoes as John asks, "You holding up okay, boy?" I look up and say, "Yes, John." He runs his fingers through my hair, saying, "No more screw-up, okay? You got a haircut and you pussied out on the scrotum piercing. Get you act together." I say, "Yes, John." We walk back to the studio with John in between Billy and me, his arms around our dog collars again. My dog collar gets pushed against my Adam's apple so I raise my head until my chin is in the air. I feel like a geek, but it's what I need to do to avoid claustrophobia from the tight collar. Three across, we walk down the crowded sidewalks as John says, "Well, my beautiful boys, we need a little afternoon sex, and who better than us three to make it hot. I mean, you boys have a pretty good dom for sex and I have two awesome submissive boys, so what more could we want. You two have aroused me all day. First I must see you two together. Billy broke you in to the wonders of a Prince Albert cock this morning, and don't you worry, Dylan, we'll find a way for you to get one for you too. I just need to do some investigation and find a professional body piercer who has awesome credentials like Raymond. Him being gay I felt comfortable having my boys pierced, and sure he'll play with your penises and fondle your nuts, but he won't be looking down his nose at you. Now you must tell me what he pulled on you boys today." I'm pretty sure I'm older than John or at the most he's my age. When he calls us his 'boys' he means submissive boys, it's just a figure of speech and it doesn't bother or demean either of us. Billy's nineteen and I just turned twenty which I'm pretty sure John told me is his age as well. Billy says, "Um, well Raymond played with our junk as usual and he jerked Dylan off." I say, "He wanted to see if my foreskin comes completely off the head, and it did, but he still wouldn't do the PA." John asks, "Did he do anything else, Dylan?" I can't lie to John for some reason, so I tell him, "He kissed the side of my face and offered to do a PA on my cock if I'd let him fuck me." John goes, "What? You could have gotten the PA?" I go, "I didn't think you'd want him fucking one of your boys." John goes, "Yeah, that true, he should have first asked my permission." Billy's excited, "Maybe he intended to ask you, John. Dylan really wants his Prince Albert cock. Can you please call him and tell him it's okay for him to fuck Dylan." John's thinking, then says, "I'll call him right now. What time is it?" Billy says, "A little past four." My heart is going thumb, thumb, thumb. John lets go of us and gets his cell phone out. He dials and listens, then says, "Just his answering service. I think it's half days for Raymond on Saturdays. Fuck!" The cell phone is put back in his pocket, his arms go around our leather dog collars again, and as we walk he pulls my head over and kisses my forehead, "Sorry, baby. Next time, okay?" I say, "I'm fine with whatever you decide, John." He goes, "I know you are, baby, but if you used your head you'd have your PA right now." "I'm sorry, John, I thought...." He says, "You're new, don't worry about it, you'll get the PA next time." We're at the apartment now where John says. "Billy, take Dylan's hand and you two wait for me inside the door. I want to tell Tony something." Billy holds my hand as the doorman opens the door for us and we go inside. Billy says, "He probably wants to tell him about the eviction." I ask, "Does that happen often?" he goes, "Only twice as far as I know." John comes in and smacks both our asses. "Lets go boys, you know the drill, Billy. Dylan push the 'up' arrow." In the elevator he says, "Dylan, let me see you make out with Billy." I get my arms around his neck and he gets his arms around my waist and boy oh boy do we get into a hot make-out on the way up. We've both been aroused all day because we kind of turn each other on, and then there's the constant hand holding, and John making-out with us during the taxi rides and us being submissive all day to John. These kind of things sexually arouse subs like Billy and me. John's the real deal and I've noticed a big difference between him and any of the guys who were dominant with me at various times... short periods of time in the past. Like I said, it's sexy for guys like us. I wouldn't want to do it all the time, but a weekend or even a week is a blast. A trip on the wild side and even though that piercing was the most painful experience of my life, I love my nip ring... so cool. No worries, no decisions, no expense, and hot sex. What's not to like. In the apartment Billy whispers, "Get undressed, Dylan," and in fifteen seconds the only thing we're wearing is our dog collars. "Are you getting used to your collar yet, Dylan?" I say, "Yes, sir. It still is quite noticeable and I need to keep my chin level at least, and sometimes pointing up to get some degree of comfort." He says, "By Sunday night you won't hardly notice it and when John let's you take it off you'll miss it. I wore mine for two weeks straight last summer and I didn't want to take it off. John made me and I swear to God I cried. It represented to me John being my dom and that's my favorite thing in the world." John gets a phone call and he takes the cell phone to his drawing board. He talks while making changes to his drawing. Billy says, "We need to take showers and then put in our butt plugs." In the bathroom it takes us a couple of minutes to cover our collars with plastic so they don't get wet. There's a technique to it, but Billy's an expert and he tries teaching me. When out collars are covered we take a shower together making-out, hugging, and squeezing each other's asses. We wash each other with our boners poking one another's groin. I'm beginning to think Billy's PA cock looks cool by now and maybe I'll change my mind about getting one. It already seems like Billy and me have known each other for years. We're so comfortable with each other. When we're dry, I ask, "Can you fuck me for a little while, Billy, please. I'd love to feel your Prince Albert up my ass again, just a little bit, okay. I'm so horny." He rubs my shoulder, looking sad, "I'm sorry, but I'm only allowed to fuck you when John tells me to, and to be honest you're not supposed to beg me for it. I should tell John you did, but I won't this time because you didn't know. In the future when you want to ask me for something, ask this way: Sir, would it be alright if I asked you something that has to do with sex." I don't argue, just say, "Yes, sir," and he goes, "Good boy," and smacks my bare ass, "Get on out there now and I'll twist your butt plug in." "Yes, sir," and he smacks my ass again, harder this time as he follows me out of the bathroom, "Let's go, move it, Dylan." My cock bones up again. Billy likes me addressing him as 'Sir,' and I like doing it too. Plus he's liking me being his boy when John isn't with us, and I like that too. I like almost everything so far. Then something I don't like. As soon as we walk out of the bathroom John holds the phone to his chest, and says, "Billy, I'm busy. Give Dylan the two discipline strapping's he has coming to him. Do it before you boys put your butt plugs in," and he goes back to talking on the phone. His back is to us, but he hasn't a doubt his orders will be carried out. Billy says to me, "Strapping time," and with my heart pounding I bend over and grab my ankles like I'm suppose to." Billy walks over to the closet next to the bed, saying over his shoulder. "Stay in position, but get your ass over to me," and I start sweating doing little steps in this awkward bent over position. When I'm in front of Billy, he says, "Turn around and take this like a proud sub, not the screeching twat you were during this morning's strapping." In this position I'm looking back at Billy and I see him take his arm way back and whip it around making the strap whistle through the air. It cracks against my ass cheeks sounding like a bullwhip. I scream, "OOOWWWWW! Fuck!" and again the strap whistles through the air and "CRAAAACK!" against my ass and I screech like a girl, a high pitched scream. Billy says, "You're embarrassing! Time out for you." I whimper, "Yes, sir," and drag my burning, quivering ass to my mat and meticulously arrange myself in the fetal-like position. Billy's swinging the strap as he walks over to me stroking his hard boner. He springs a boner strapping someone. I hate him! He says, "Technically I could strap you again because you're slightly out of position. Move your hands together, they should be touching." This time I say, "Yes, sir," loud and clear because I'm scared to death I'll get another strapping. He nods his head and strokes his boner again, then he glances at John who's near the front wall of glass windows. John's laughing about something the person he's talking to on the phone said. Billy whispers to me, "I'm so sorry, Dylan, but if I didn't do it with enthusiasm John would strap me, and then strap you again." He sees my eyes travel to his boner, "I can't help it, Dylan. It gets me aroused getting strapped myself, or strapping someone else, even you." My butt cheeks are tightening and loosening, tightening and loosening, totally on their own. Licking my lips quickly I give a little nod of my head to show him I heard him, and he whispers, "Please forgive me." I think, 'Fuck you, pervert!' as he walks back to the closet putting the strap back inside and taking two butt plugs out, then closing the door. Okay, maybe I don't hate him, but that strapping fucking hurt! Then I'm thinking, 'Fuck, I am a pussy. Two straps... only two, and I'm screeching like a girl'. Damn! Okay, that's embarrassing, but I can do better. My ass has already relaxed and the stinging is half what it was just thirty seconds ago. Relaxing now, I realize my body was like a steel wire, tight as hell and ready to snap. The more I relax the less stinging there is. Billy nervously glances at John again, then loudly says, "You're at attention now," so I quickly stand up realizing I haven't given my dog collar a thought since coming in here twenty minutes ago. Swallowing gets my Adam's apple stuck against the collar so I merely raise my head an inch and it's okay. I'm getting used to the collar like Billy said I would, and now my dick feels heavy because I'm being so fucking submissive even to Billy now. That strapping is quite a teacher. Hmmm, I might have been playing at being submissive to Billy at first, but I know in my heart I'm not pretending now. Shit, I want to stroke my cock so badly as it lists to the side in it's half boner condition. Billy sees it, glances at John again, then whispers, "Ain't it awesome when that submissiveness takes over your mind. I love it much more than being dominant to you." John's off the phone and he walks over smiling. "Good job, Billy. Um, Dylan, any chance you could toughen up a little. You're making an ass of yourself with all that screeching. Yeah, the strapping hurts, but that's so you'll remember next time to do things properly." I say, "Yes, John. I feel pathetic screaming like that. I'll do better." John rubs my head, grinning, "You're just getting used to it, no problem." Then to Billy, "Get me a cold can of seltzer, then show Dylan how to screw in the butt plug so he can do yours," and John goes over and sits in one of the comfortable club chairs next to the coffee table to watch us. Billy jogs over to the half frig and gets the can of seltzer. He cracks it open on the way back and sets it on a napkin next to John, then tells me to get on all fours. He sucks on his forefinger and sticks that finger up my ass. His saliva is going to be the only lubricant I guess. The butt plug's like others I've had up my ass on a few occasions. It's tapered and therefore at first when Billy puts it in my ass it feels good, but as it gets wider the more he twist it up my ass the more it stretches the lips of my anus until I'm grunting while telling myself not to make another jackass of myself. Billy doesn't do it slowly either. When it's all the way in it's really uncomfortable. John says, "That's only two inches in diameter, Dylan, don't act like there's a telephone pole up your ass. Now you put Billy's in." When I'm standing I need to bend forward to accommodate the fat butt plug while at the same time keeping my head up because of the collar. Okay, I feel like a geek, but this is the only way I can stand without pain. Billy gets on his hands and knees looking back at me as I suck on my finger getting a lot of saliva on it, then pushing it up his ass and moving it around spreading the saliva. Hmmm, I feel his prostrate gland so I rub there and watch his head come up as he moans. Now I find myself glancing at John who's grinning, "Give him a little treat, Dylan, rub that button." I say, "Yes, John, and rub Billy's prostate for almost a minute as he squirms, tightening the muscles in his ass, quietly moaning. When I pull my finger out and bend over to pick up his butt plug I see his hard cock. There's a glistening of precum ready to drop off to the hardwood floor. His butt plug goes in easier than mine so his anus is more elastic apparently. When it's in Billy and I stand at attention in front of John as he chuckles, drinking his seltzer. Billy's standing exactly the way I am, bent forward with his chin up. He looks as geeky as I feel. John finally stands up, does a long burp of seltzer and then goes to the closet for leashes that he attaches to our collars. For the next half hour or so he parades us around the room practicing for when we're on leashes tomorrow. First Billy does it and then I try doing it like him. Various tugs on our leash mean we should act a certain way either walking faster or slower or stopping. It's not hard to pick up and when John's satisfied, he says, "Okay, good. Take your butt plugs out and we'll have some more fun." I realize I'm in an incredibly submissive frame of mind feeling sexually aroused by everything, not the least of which is the butt plug's constant stimulation of my prostate. Both Billy and I have boners. Not hard tight one, just nice feeling fairly hard cocks. "Don't touch yourself, Dylan," and I say, "Yes, John," probably too loudly, but he only chuckles. As he's unhooking our leashes, he says, "You two are quite a pair. You're perfect, in fact, and this has got me hot for both of you. Okay, get the plugs out and show me those gaping assholes." Billy whispers to me, "You take mine out and watch what I do." I have close feelings for Billy again so I stand behind him and put my left arm around his stomach with my face in the crook at the side of his neck and his shoulder. He smells so good as I twist out his butt plug. One last hug I stand back holding the butt plug as Billy bend with his hands on his knees and turns so he's showing our dom his asshole. My eyes get big because I've never seen an asshole gaping open like that. Mine's been like that before, but I've never seen it. John runs his finger around Billy's anus, murmuring, "Very nice." He begins rubbing Billy's prostate, saying to me, "Two of you boys is much more fun then just one. This way you two do all the work, and that's as it should be." Billy's contorting his face trying not to squirm from the prostate rubbing," then John says, "Okay, get Dylan's plug out." I do what Billy did and as John's rubbing around the wide open lips of my anus I try not to squirm too, but when he rubs my prostate I can't help but squirm and moan, "Mmmm, ummm." Both Billy and John chuckles making me realize this is supposed to be fun, so enjoy myself. John sits down wiping his finger with a disposable handiwipe. He hands the handiwipe to Billy, saying, "Get rid of that, please, and then fuck Dylan bareback." After throwing away the wipe Billy comes back, and says, "Get on your hands and knees again," which I do. Billy mounts me immediately and with his hands gripping my hips he begins one of the fastest, hardest fucks of my life. His cock isn't as fat as my opened-up ass, but that doesn't mean his fat, five inch cock doesn't feel good... it feels awesome. I've been so aroused all day so this is kind of like a Buddhism's nirvana for me. The "Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap," sounds of his body against my strapped ass fills the room. Soon that sound is joined by my moans of sexual pleasure, "Aah, aah, aah, aah," with each drive of his cock up my ass, and now my anus is closing around his fat boned-up cock. My anus joins the party along with my prostate and rectum, all being sexually stimulated simultaneously. Billy begins grunting from the effort of this fast hard fuck... the sensations on his boner gets him moaning along with me, "Umm, umm, uum, ooh, aah, aah, ooh, ooh, ooh God, um, um," and it's like we'll finally get the sexual relief of orgasm we've wanted all afternoon. I smell Billy and sex and it's got me so fucking aroused. I'm tightening my ass muscles savoring the indescribable sensations of a hot young guy dominantly fucking my ass. My boner's throbbing and so hard it's sticking straight out from my body barely moving in it's tightness even though Billy's slamming against me and has the rest of me in constant motion. It's been maybe four or five minutes tops when he makes a strange strangling sound, slams against me and lays on my back whimpering as he pours his semen into my bowels. His first ejaculation felt like something poked the walls of my rectum, something thick and creamy and sexy. It's the tipping point for me and as he's emptying his balls of his youthful spunk, I squeal with by back arching and cum pumping out my cock in one long stream that hits the hardwood floor splattering up on my thighs. That's followed by four small squirts of cum that get my shoulders shuddering uncontrollably. Billy's off my back pounding his cock up my ass again continuing the desperate whimpering sounds. The after affects of my climax twirl a round my groin sizzling like electricity and then fading, fading, and then a full body shutter, and the world begins to come back in focus. Slowly at first, as I'm blinking my eyes, and then quietly moaning contentedly. Billy pulls his cock from my ass, gives my ass a hard slap, muttering, "That's what fucking's all about," and another loud. "Slap!" John says, "Jesus! That was awesome!" I'm breathing deeply and feeling good, still on my hands on my knees. Billy rubs my ass now, and as his cum drools out of it he smears it around my butt cheeks, saying, "This will cool these beautiful things down. You're hot, Dylan." John, mutters, "You're both hot." My eyes drift to John and see his cock is through his zipper-opening, hard as a rock. My eyes get big because I knew he had a big cock, but I forgot how big. He says, "Suck, Billy's cock, newbie." Newbie? Oh, yeah, I'm new here. Getting on my knees, my eyes looking up at Billy's, he holds his slimy cock up, "Suck my cock, boy," and I do. It's a great mouthful and when I've sucked off the ass taste his true natural scent comes through. My nose buries in his pubic hairs as I suck and inhale. My arms go around his bare ass as I try getting his cock in my throat. As fat as it is I still manage to swallow it on my third try. Billy's squirming all over the place as John stands up, urgently saying, "Now me. Suck your dom's cock!" I reluctantly take Billy's cock from my throat, my tongue licking it as it comes out. Walking on my knees to John I'm stroking myself and get a hard slap on my ass from Billy, "Don't touch yourself, boy!" I grab John's boner anxious to taste more cock and I remember his scent. It's sexy too, but Billy's is sexier. Lapping and sucking John's cock for only a minute and then with heavy breathy moist exhale from John his big balls empty their supply of creamy sperm into my mouth and down my throat. His cock comes out of my mouth and three spurts of cum hit my face. I'm struggling with the initial large volume in my mouth and throat so I inhale some of his cum into my sinuses, always an extremely uncomfortable and panic inducing event. It clogs up my nose and I can't breath. My dog collar is gagging me as I do a mighty exhale through my nose sending two strings of his slimy cum out my nostrils, partially clearing them. He back's away, breathing hard, stroking his wet cock as I blow hard through my nose again clearing more cum from my breathing passages and blocking up my ears in the process. I swallow the cum in my mouth and then swallow hard again clearing my ears. Billy's wiping my nose with tissues, asking, "You okay, Dylan? Are you alright?" I nod my head and now John's on his knees also wiping his cum off my face with tissues. He says, "Just breath normally, baby, you'll be fine. That was some amazing cock sucking, you're a keeper, baby." I take a deep breath, then say, "Thanks for helping." John stands, rubbing my hair, "Just let your hair grow and you'll have all the potential in the world to be as good a submissive boy as Billy here." Billy says, "Thanks, John." They help me up and I realize I'm okay, I'm better than okay and try hugging John and Billy together. They join in and we have a three way hug. Really sweet. John says, "Billy, get Dylan some water." He does that and he and I share the bottle passing it back and forth grinning at each other. John says, "Well, I see my boys like each other. That's awesome because too often I see the nasty trait of jealousy between my boys. You don't care for Sammy so much, do you Billy." Billy hangs his head, "Guess not, John, but I care for Dylan plenty." John squeezes the back of both our dog collars affectionately, muttering, "So do I , Billy, so do I." Let's all get in the shower for another quick clean up and then we'll think about dinner. How's that?" Billy hugs John, so I do too as we both act like having dinner's the most exciting thing ever. Apparently sucking up to your dom is important in real sub/dom relationships. This one anyway. I just follow Billy's lead. to be continued... Donny Mumford thinat20@yahoo.com Please consider a tax deductible donation to nonprofit Nifty to help with the expenses of maintaining this story site.