An Extended Family

by Austin Daniels

  "You… studied? Oh crap… That's just like you. Go right to the head of the line. You haven't even had your first orgasm yet and you're taking sub lessons from a hot Dom? That's your first sex? You piece of shit. That's a dream and you walk into it to bust your cherry. You bastard…" He shook his head from side to side. "You're born with those looks and your first boyfriend is a fucking wet dream incarnate. You lucky son of a bitch. If I didn't like you so much I'd hate you just on principle."

  He was smiling the whole time he berated me and knowing Dexter, I'd get a few more ribs out of him before he gave up. Somehow, I knew hearing Dexter call me a lucky son of a bitch was going to stick with me, maybe forever.

  The Paradox

  Kyle

  Sitting at my computer, I finished chapter two of a new manuscript. My main character was telling his new sub that he was going to show him something new each day. It was two in the afternoon and time for my shower. After cleaning up and making sure everything was in place, I reached in the nightstand and removed the blindfold. Heading into the living room, I folded it carefully, leaving it on top of the small chest that sat by the front door.

  Returning to my manuscript, I reviewed what I'd written and realized I was short on essential details. I filled in the blanks as best I could with my thoughts drifting to the upcoming events of the evening. The edits kept me busy writing until I heard a knock.

  As he opened the door, I stepped aside as he entered the room. If anything, he was more breathtaking than ever. He was wearing a white t-shirt that caressed his body revealing his lean torso and hinting at the beginning of a developing six pack. The shirt was tucked into a pair of beltless jeans, and his white tennis shoes looked brand new.

  He remained silent, sensing it was expected. I could feel his anticipation. He reminded me of a five-year-old on Christmas morning. I expected him to head toward the bedroom to strip and kneel, but he seemed to sense I again had something else in mind. Lowering his chin, he stood before me, awaiting my instruction. I reached over and took the blindfold from the chest by the door. I ordered him to close his eyes and carefully tied the blindfold securely. "I'm going to lead you back to the bedroom. Remain silent."

  Taking him by the hand, I gently pulled him down the hall and into the bedroom. Once there I undressed him. It was a bit difficult as he arrived in tight jeans and his shoes were tied securely. Pulling down his pants, I discovered he'd arrived with no underwear.

  "Now wait while I strip." I was in clothes I could practically step out of, so it was a matter of seconds before I stood before him again.

  My bed wasn't fastened to the headboard by design. I'd screwed the headboard to the wall so I could move the bed at will. Earlier that day, I'd scooted the bed to the center of the room so I could walk around it. He started to kneel, but I caught him, pulling him back to a standing position. "Today, I'm going to lay you back on the bed."

  "Aren't you going to have me…?"

  "I told you not to speak," I said keeping my voice firm, realizing this was still new for him and I was still earning his trust.

  He nodded his agreement and was quiet again. I laid him on the bed and walking around to the other end, I pulled his leg toward the corner of the bed and tied his ankle to a waiting length of rope which was already secured to the leg of the bed. Spreading his legs apart I took the ankle of the other leg and secured it similarly.

  Walking around the bed, I pulled him by the armpits until his head was hanging off the end which also tightened the connections at his ankles. Then one hand at a time, I bound his arms as I had his legs.

  At first, he held his head erect. I could see the muscles on his neck straining as he worked to hold it up. I pushed his head down to rest on the side of the mattress "Just relax, bend your neck back and let gravity hold it in place."

  Preston's long blonde hair was hanging down. I took a moment to admire the scene before me. Stretched out on his back the way he was, his sleek, lean frame was accentuated, and I could count the muscles across his stomach. His body was so firm I suspected he'd come to me straight from working out.

  "You are about to do the same thing you expected to do, but from a different angle. Someday this might be one of your favorite things. I'm going to slowly feed you my full length. In a position like this, you can take me much deeper than you thought possible. The natural curve is closer to that of your throat."

  He was already hard. The image was beautiful. I took his head in my hands and heard him groan in anticipation.

  "Open," I ordered. Entering slowly, I let his mouth get used to my violation. First placing the tip into his mouth, I was pleased to see he greedily took it, trying to push his head out for more. I gave it to him, releasing his head and bending over to fondle him at the same time. I'd never actually touched him in this way before. He was thick and slightly shorter than I was. I squeezed to get a good idea of the heft of it.

  His breathing was coming in bursts. He'd been holding his breath.

  "I want you to try to breathe while you're doing this. In this position some people can breathe even when they have a man deep inside them." After a few tries it was apparent that he was not one of those people, at least not yet.

  I pushed a little further inside and thought I saw his chest rise and fall. Was he getting it? I thought. I leaned forward and took his throbbing head into my mouth and, pushing forward, I swallowed his entire length in a slow forward thrust. At the same time, I was thrusting myself gently forward, almost choking him in the process.

  Lifting my head off of him and pulling out I stood up to let him breathe deeply. "What do you think, Boy?"

  "I didn't expect you to do that to me. I mean… with your mouth. I didn't think a Dom would…"

  "Doms do whatever they want, providing the sub has consented to it. Telling me that you're a virgin and have never ejaculated outside of a wet dream made you very desirable. I wanted you to feel that. But enough talk. I don't want to hear you speak for awhile. Do you understand the importance of following my every command?"

  Remaining silent, he nodded in agreement.

  Running my length across his lips resulted in him opening his mouth to receive me. Reinserting, I slowly thrust myself deep into his throat. "I want you to go through the motions of swallowing when I tell you to. I know you don't understand yet but trust me and do as I order. Now… swallow." As I felt the chamber before me open I slid forward and then back and out again.

  "I swallowed it!" He said in a voice an octave higher from his excitement.

  "Well your silence didn't last long, did it?

  "How stupid! I'm so sorry. Damn I'm still doing it."

  "You may speak anytime I question you. So, how did it feel?"

  "Great. Can we do it again?"

  That's so cute, I thought. 'Can we do it again?'"

  He dropped his head once more and opened his mouth wide in anticipation. Pushing forward I whispered swallow once again. His throat opened, and I was through. This time I pushed in and out twice before I pulled back.

  "Again please," he gasped as he took a deep breath and opened wide.

  This time I didn't say 'swallow.' Pushing forward and then out I gently plunged his waiting throat, occasionally giving him a chance to catch his breath. Pulling out I untied his arms one at a time and removed his blindfold. I wanted him to be able to see what I was doing to him. He'd experienced light bondage, but I wanted him to be able to participate. "You ready?" I half asked, half ordered.

  He wrapped his hands around my thighs and pulled me into him as I'd suspected he would. He took me deep burying his nose into my balls. He was pulling me in and pushing me out. He'd take a breath then pull me in again, as he got more and more greedy. He was so deeply involved I was concerned he might finish me off without warning. I pulled out, watching his look of loss and hunger.

  "You okay?" I asked.

  "Never better. You know for a moment there with the blindfold on I felt almost like I could see. I don't know how to desc
ribe it, but it was almost like I could see in sort of black and white. What's that about?"

  "Your mind is creating the image from your other senses. It gets better with practice. A lot of people can't do that. I'm impressed."

  "Now what?"

  "Oh, this party isn't over." Leaning forward again I aimed myself into his waiting mouth once more, again testing his skill without a swallow order. I knew he knew when to swallow now. Pulling me into him once again, he proved that he had developed this skill as much as I could ever expect. I leaned forward to take him in my throat once again, thrusting my entire length into him at the same time. He was so hard I could feel him swelling. I was so close I knew I had to finish soon.

  Pulling off him momentarily I whispered down to him, "I'm going to shoot in a few seconds. I'm going to do it deep so take a breath." I paused as he inhaled deeply. Then I laid into his throat. Leaving him alone for the moment, I worked on finishing. I pumped deeply into his waiting throat and beyond. Then I felt it coming fast. "Here goes…" I said, flooding his esophagus with hot flowing torrents. I finished, pulled out, lifted up his head, and squeezed the last few drops into his waiting mouth.

  Swallowing once more he looked at me with a questioning expression. "You may speak."

  "Thank you, Sir. Can you untie my feet now?"

  "No, not yet," I whispered as I re-tied his hands to the bed.

  "Why are you…?"

  "I've let you talk long enough, now be silent. Remember, you can trust me. I will never do anything you truly don't want." He looked up into my eyes and nodded his head.

  Moving around to the other side of the bed, I climbed on and knelt between his still-bound legs. Bending over, I took him into my mouth and went to work on him. My boy is going to have an orgasm tonight if I have anything to do with it, I thought. I wouldn't be able to look myself in the mirror knowing he'd left three times without any relief.

  "You don't have to…"

  I pulled off and stood up. Walking around the bed, I took his dangling head into my hands and held him up so I could look down at him. "Open your mouth… now." He held his mouth open. I leaned forward slowly dropping a pool of saliva into his throat, allowing him the time to watch it form and then drop. His eyes widened with disgust. "You need to remember, I told you to remain silent. Now swallow."

  I returned to my position on the bed and continued to attend to him. I suspected I was going to be tired before this was over. His continued thickening told me I was moving in the right direction. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. It was 5:40. Without a pause I continued, stopping only to change the pace or lick underneath a moment so he could feel the warmth of my return. Even though I'd made my point about remaining silent, he once again disobeyed by speaking. "You're going to have to stop… I think I have to… Oh my God you better stop. Ahhhh…" He cried. "What the… Ahhhh…"

  Trying to avoid torturing his head, I finished him off, swallowing the sweet nectar. I cleaned him up with my tongue until I knew he was empty. Walking around the bed, savoring the view of his arms tied to my headboard, I leaned down and kissed him like I wanted to eat his face off. He was helpless to complain or argue. For a full minute I tasted his mouth, running my tongue through its corners and tasting my boy even as he tasted himself. I'm going to have to talk to him about following orders, I thought. Then I stood up, walked around the bed and untied his feet.

  Paying attention to my every move, his eyes followed me around the bed and watched as I untied him. Pulling his body so his head rested on the mattress, I ordered him to stay in position as though he were still tied.

  He remained on his back with his arms and legs spread. I walked around and climbed between his legs once more, this time mounting him so he would know how it felt to have my weight on him. Then taking his head in my hands, I kissed him again, finally pulling back to say, "You can move now."

  "I don't ever want to move," he said, wrapping his arms around my neck and holding me close. We lay there for a while like that. After a few minutes he whispered, "Well, gotta go now. We both have work to do." I rolled off and he jumped up to his knees, threw his arms around me, and kissed me again. "We are so doing that again."

  Slightly shocked at his ability to recover I said, "Yes, we will, but tomorrow there will be something new for you."

  "Sir?"

  "Yes."

  "So that was an orgasm?"

  "Oh yeah, a very big orgasm at that. Did you like it?"

  "I think so, but it was a weird feeling."

  "I remember my first. I thought I was having an accident. It actually will feel a lot better as your body learns to understand it, which it will learn at remarkable speed."

  "Seven tomorrow alright?" he asked as he began to throw on his clothes.

  "Yeah, seven is fine. Oh, and if you're tempted to try having another orgasm before you come back here, don't. That's for me only. Understand?"

  "You mean I can't even…?"

  "No, you can't even."

  He had a smirk of understanding on his face as he ran for the door.

  Watching him leave and seeing him jump from the porch to the sidewalk out to his car I felt like I was just about the happiest man alive. "Shit," I said quietly to myself. "I just don't have time for… well, neither does he." I was painfully aware that I was training the perfect sub. At least, he was going to be the perfect sub for me. In so doing, I'd tripped over the Dom/sub paradox. I realized he was somehow now unofficially in charge. My job, from now on, was to make sure he never found out.

  I'd learned to be a Dom by being a sub. I was a good sub but enjoyed control more; at least I thought I did. Perhaps my desire to please my sub was a carryover from being one. If I had a sub who had a particular need, it somehow became the thing I wanted to do the most. If a guy wanted me to tie him up, I would. If he wanted to feel my hand inside of him, I'd fist him. My plans would change to suit his needs. I felt like this boy must never know how his desires would affect mine if I ever wanted to maintain any kind of control.

  That was the paradox. I'm the boss, but I know damn well I'll do anything he wants because he got his sub hooks into me. The little fucker had taken a piece of my heart already and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. I didn't even know the guy, but in a way, I felt like I knew him better than anyone.

  Turning to my desk, I sat down and swallowed a two-hour cold puddle of coffee that still sat in my mug. I pulled up my manuscript and started chapter four. I titled it 'The Paradox.'

  *~*~*

  The next morning, I called my old Dom. His name was Leonard, but he'd always made me call him 'Sir.' I'd only had the one Dom and only long enough to know for sure that being a sub wasn't something I wanted. I gave it a good try. Parts of it were amazing. Learning how to fall into submission was a process and Leonard was an expert. In the process of ceasing to be his sub, we decided to be friends. Unlike most similar statements at a time like that, we really meant it.

  Before I'd signed the contract with my agent, Leonard and I frequently hung out together. He knew me better than anyone, and I desperately needed advice from someone who not only knew me the way he did but had lived as a Dom a lot longer. As friends he'd even took some time to give me a few pointers once he realized I was going to be more comfortable giving the orders instead of taking them.

  When Leonard answered the phone, just hearing his voice made my heart jump. It was a habit from our old days when I was his sub. I'd been well trained, and despite the long friendship that followed and the many hours in his self-defense class, it always seemed to take me a few seconds to adjust to the fact that he was no longer my Dom. I suppose in a way he always would be. I guess old habits die hard. I took a deep breath and said 'hello'.

  "Kyle? Is that you? I never forget a voice. What can I do for you, Boy?"

  "Don't call me that."

  "Just kidding Kyle. You'll always be Boy to me. So, what's up?"

  "I need some advice. You got a minute?"

  "
Sure, what's up?"

  "Well, it's my new sub. He's a natural… smart as a whip and so damn hot. He's unusual though because he actually decided to break his virginity this way."

  "Hold everything. If I taught you anything, it was to stay away from the young ones. You know better."

  "No… he's just a few years younger than me. The guy is a total virgin. He just had his first orgasm."

  "So that would put him well into his twenties? He's playing you. That guy couldn't be a virgin."

  "Well, he is. I'm pretty sure of it. He's kind of a Brainiac; he researched this lifestyle online and chose this as the way he wanted to go. After that he searched through the online ads and picked me."

  "What were you asking for in your ad?"

  "I wanted someone to come by once a day, drop to their knees, and take care of business. Then I'd expected him to get up and leave. With this new writing contract, I have no time to waste on meeting guys. I just wanted one of those guys that would like nothing more, so I asked for a sub. You know, a real blo-boy."

  "Sounds like a sweet deal. He must have identified as the sub and felt like that was what he wanted to do. So, what's the problem?"

  "Well I'm showing him the ropes, so to speak, and he's getting to the point now that while he's still taking my orders he is getting favorites. The thing is, once I know he wants something I feel like that's the thing I have to do. Only I actually want that too and being controlled by the sub just seems like I must be getting something wrong."

  "Hold it! You advertised for a blo-boy. Why are you showing him the ropes? That's a lot of work and it's not why he answered the ad. It's not what you led him to expect. What if he decides YOU are the one who's not holding up his side of the bargain?"

  "You know, I'm not really sure why I continued to train him. It just seemed automatic. He seemed to need it. Really, I think he looks forward to it. One step led to another. His having no experience made it seem like the natural thing to do."

  "How long have you been training this sub?"

  "Just a few days so far. He comes at a pre-appointed time every day."