so many roles for a young man
August 28, 2059
Tate's on his way back to Matt's house, riding in a car. Tate had told Matt to have Alex lock up Matt's cock while Tate was away. Then Tate had told Alex to "have his way" with Matt in the dungeon while Tate was gone, but don't let Matt have an orgasm. Tate is doing pretty well at sliding into an open relationship as Matt's Sir instead of their original puppy love monogamy paradigm, although Tate was the one who broke his own monogamy vow first, and now Tate is making sure Matt doesn't have an orgasm with anybody else.
At times during the past week Tate felt confusion and grief, at other times he's rolling with the changes in his life, and now he's wondering whether grief is always like this -- periodic or episodic and not constant as it has been portrayed in so many tellings. Not like the classic Victorian mourning period of one year, demarcated by wearing black -- what Tate understands to be an extremely non-reflective light-absorbing pigment -- a pigment that devours every other possible color. Yeah, it sucks his Mom is going to prison, and it really does suck, but he's not able to remain in a sucky mood 24*7. And, yeah, it hurt him deeply to realize that he doesn't actually want monogamy with Matt, but instead wants to explore things while continuing to have a relationship with Matt. As it had hurt to walk away from the strange and exhausting week of taking care of Marco.
But also, all these people were still in his life. He'd visit Ma, and write to her. Matt and Marco were nearby. Chris as his guardian, Alex as a sort of snarky comrade/boss/servant. And would he take this job as a "clone development aide" for Marco Prime? Strange that he has zero training in this but still has the option to do it. Surely he'd take training classes as he learned on the job, but he hasn't reviewed the contract yet.
He's not sure whose lap he's going to cry on the next time he needs to cry. At the beach house there were no laps, he cried on his own.
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Matt greeted Tate as he arrived, super excited to have his young boyfriend/Sir back, and also feeling confused at the abrupt change in their relationship and the sudden freedom/encouragement to play with others. Alex was "in the family" at least, but it seemed Tate was giving him freedom to play so long as he only had his orgasms with Tate, and only with Tate's permission. It felt like Tate was taking lessons from Alex, and he probably was. Tate the apprentice Sir.
As Tate got out of the car Matt wanted to hug him, but Tate ... acts differently now ... "You haven't earned the right to hug me yet, on your knees boy." So Matt sank to his knees and looked down at Tate's feet, while his hands gripped each other behind his back. They're still outside, in the gravel driveway, little rocks digging into his knees through his pants.
"You may kiss my feet," Tate allowed. So Matt did. "Now I presume you cleaned up in anticipation of my arrival -- go down to the dungeon, get naked, climb onto the spanking bench, and wait." Matt got up to do as he was told, his locked-all-week cock weeping precum as he fantasized about what was going to happen next. Before Tate went on vacation, their first and so far only dungeon session had been about Matt sucking Tate's cock to fruition a couple times, vanilla action despite the surrounding dungeon and all the equipment. Now it sounded like something more kinky would happen?
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Tate took a shower, while soaping he called Alex over the house transmitter and asked whether they had any sort of leatherish gear that might fit Tate. Tate is smaller than Matt and much smaller than Alex. Alex said he'd look and bring whatever he could find in 10 minutes or so.
He brought Tate a pair of leather shorts and leather boots (with boot socks) that were all probably one size too big for Tate, but he said it wouldn't matter for now, and they could get him some custom gear, they could order some tomorrow.
Tate proudly strode down to the dungeon to find his boy Matt waiting for him, on the spanking bench, and gave him a few barehanded whacks.
"Matt, what's our BDSM budget?"
Matt was a little confused by the diversion to budget talk, but quickly replied, "No limits, Sir, you want to spend money on some gear or something for our dungeon, you ask either me or Alex to get it for you, no problem."
"'No limits'? Tell me a number, and -- Alex! note the number."
"Yes, Sir," Matt thought quickly about the largest amount of wealth he was willing to forgo and told it to Tate.
Tate whistled and said, "Well, I don't think we can possibly ever spend that much on BDSM, but I'm glad it is enough for what I want."
Matt's curiosity pushed him to ask, "And what do you want, Sir?"
Smack! And ten more quick smacks! Tate snapped, "You'll find out! Get up and bring me a ball gag and some straps so I can tie you down to the spanking bench. Lisa, guide me to the paddles and then describe their dimensions to me."
Tate selected a hefty metal paddle, walked back to the bench where he gagged Matt and tied his limbs to the bench, then he leisurely spanked Matt's ass for a good while, feeling it with his hands as it warmed, moistened, and softened ("turned red") until he could hear Matt whimpering and trying to beg through the gag. Tate had never done anything like this before, but Matt had told some stories about his past, and he figured Matt was able to take this kind of abuse -- more than that, Matt would love him for abusing him like this. Whereas Matt already loved him, sure, but there had been a paternal aspect to it -- now Matt's orientation would change. Matt was going to regress somewhat and Tate would assume the more superior role. Matt would love Tate for what he could do to him, not solely because Matt felt obligated to take care of a lost teenage boy.
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Afterward, Matt was allowed to hug Tate, and then they both went to bed, but Matt lying with his face at Tate's feet instead of his head on the pillow. "Kiss and massage my feet, " Tate demanded.
As Tate felt himself diving toward sleep, he decided to tell Matt, "We're getting you one of those new android BDSM Sirs, and I'll program him to keep you preoccupied while I'm busy."
Matt thought those were still in the beta test phase, but quickly replied, "Yes, Sir. But why would you be so busy you need help keeping me busy?"
Tate replied, as he reached up to whack Matt's red ass some more, "I'm getting a job. I won't always have the time and energy to spank your ass red every time I get back from work. I want somebody or something spanking your ass red twice per day. You need to have a permanently red ass. Every time you sit down, I want you thinking about me. Just like every time you have to pee through your cock cage, I want you thinking about me. Now massage my feet until I fall asleep."
"Yes, Sir."
Tate's on his way back to Matt's house, riding in a car. Tate had told Matt to have Alex lock up Matt's cock while Tate was away. Then Tate had told Alex to "have his way" with Matt in the dungeon while Tate was gone, but don't let Matt have an orgasm. Tate is doing pretty well at sliding into an open relationship as Matt's Sir instead of their original puppy love monogamy paradigm, although Tate was the one who broke his own monogamy vow first, and now Tate is making sure Matt doesn't have an orgasm with anybody else.
At times during the past week Tate felt confusion and grief, at other times he's rolling with the changes in his life, and now he's wondering whether grief is always like this -- periodic or episodic and not constant as it has been portrayed in so many tellings. Not like the classic Victorian mourning period of one year, demarcated by wearing black -- what Tate understands to be an extremely non-reflective light-absorbing pigment -- a pigment that devours every other possible color. Yeah, it sucks his Mom is going to prison, and it really does suck, but he's not able to remain in a sucky mood 24*7. And, yeah, it hurt him deeply to realize that he doesn't actually want monogamy with Matt, but instead wants to explore things while continuing to have a relationship with Matt. As it had hurt to walk away from the strange and exhausting week of taking care of Marco.
But also, all these people were still in his life. He'd visit Ma, and write to her. Matt and Marco were nearby. Chris as his guardian, Alex as a sort of snarky comrade/boss/servant. And would he take this job as a "clone development aide" for Marco Prime? Strange that he has zero training in this but still has the option to do it. Surely he'd take training classes as he learned on the job, but he hasn't reviewed the contract yet.
He's not sure whose lap he's going to cry on the next time he needs to cry. At the beach house there were no laps, he cried on his own.
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Matt greeted Tate as he arrived, super excited to have his young boyfriend/Sir back, and also feeling confused at the abrupt change in their relationship and the sudden freedom/encouragement to play with others. Alex was "in the family" at least, but it seemed Tate was giving him freedom to play so long as he only had his orgasms with Tate, and only with Tate's permission. It felt like Tate was taking lessons from Alex, and he probably was. Tate the apprentice Sir.
As Tate got out of the car Matt wanted to hug him, but Tate ... acts differently now ... "You haven't earned the right to hug me yet, on your knees boy." So Matt sank to his knees and looked down at Tate's feet, while his hands gripped each other behind his back. They're still outside, in the gravel driveway, little rocks digging into his knees through his pants.
"You may kiss my feet," Tate allowed. So Matt did. "Now I presume you cleaned up in anticipation of my arrival -- go down to the dungeon, get naked, climb onto the spanking bench, and wait." Matt got up to do as he was told, his locked-all-week cock weeping precum as he fantasized about what was going to happen next. Before Tate went on vacation, their first and so far only dungeon session had been about Matt sucking Tate's cock to fruition a couple times, vanilla action despite the surrounding dungeon and all the equipment. Now it sounded like something more kinky would happen?
-----
Tate took a shower, while soaping he called Alex over the house transmitter and asked whether they had any sort of leatherish gear that might fit Tate. Tate is smaller than Matt and much smaller than Alex. Alex said he'd look and bring whatever he could find in 10 minutes or so.
He brought Tate a pair of leather shorts and leather boots (with boot socks) that were all probably one size too big for Tate, but he said it wouldn't matter for now, and they could get him some custom gear, they could order some tomorrow.
Tate proudly strode down to the dungeon to find his boy Matt waiting for him, on the spanking bench, and gave him a few barehanded whacks.
"Matt, what's our BDSM budget?"
Matt was a little confused by the diversion to budget talk, but quickly replied, "No limits, Sir, you want to spend money on some gear or something for our dungeon, you ask either me or Alex to get it for you, no problem."
"'No limits'? Tell me a number, and -- Alex! note the number."
"Yes, Sir," Matt thought quickly about the largest amount of wealth he was willing to forgo and told it to Tate.
Tate whistled and said, "Well, I don't think we can possibly ever spend that much on BDSM, but I'm glad it is enough for what I want."
Matt's curiosity pushed him to ask, "And what do you want, Sir?"
Smack! And ten more quick smacks! Tate snapped, "You'll find out! Get up and bring me a ball gag and some straps so I can tie you down to the spanking bench. Lisa, guide me to the paddles and then describe their dimensions to me."
Tate selected a hefty metal paddle, walked back to the bench where he gagged Matt and tied his limbs to the bench, then he leisurely spanked Matt's ass for a good while, feeling it with his hands as it warmed, moistened, and softened ("turned red") until he could hear Matt whimpering and trying to beg through the gag. Tate had never done anything like this before, but Matt had told some stories about his past, and he figured Matt was able to take this kind of abuse -- more than that, Matt would love him for abusing him like this. Whereas Matt already loved him, sure, but there had been a paternal aspect to it -- now Matt's orientation would change. Matt was going to regress somewhat and Tate would assume the more superior role. Matt would love Tate for what he could do to him, not solely because Matt felt obligated to take care of a lost teenage boy.
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Afterward, Matt was allowed to hug Tate, and then they both went to bed, but Matt lying with his face at Tate's feet instead of his head on the pillow. "Kiss and massage my feet, " Tate demanded.
As Tate felt himself diving toward sleep, he decided to tell Matt, "We're getting you one of those new android BDSM Sirs, and I'll program him to keep you preoccupied while I'm busy."
Matt thought those were still in the beta test phase, but quickly replied, "Yes, Sir. But why would you be so busy you need help keeping me busy?"
Tate replied, as he reached up to whack Matt's red ass some more, "I'm getting a job. I won't always have the time and energy to spank your ass red every time I get back from work. I want somebody or something spanking your ass red twice per day. You need to have a permanently red ass. Every time you sit down, I want you thinking about me. Just like every time you have to pee through your cock cage, I want you thinking about me. Now massage my feet until I fall asleep."
"Yes, Sir."