8 comments/ 27974 views/ 27 favorites Bound and In Love Ch. 01 By: Baby789 This is for all of my readers who have asked for Thomas and Michael's story. Here it is... *** Sweat dripped into his eyes and hands roamed on all parts of his body but he didn't care. Michael ground his ass against the muscled man behind him and grinned widely as a Martini was placed in his hand from a pretty blonde woman. He tipped the drink to his lips and leant his head against the sweating flesh behind him. "How about we go back to my place?" Mr. Muscles slipped his hand under his red mesh shirt and pinched his nipple. "Why not use the alleyway?" Michael laughed and reached his hands above his head then grinned as Mr Muscles grabbed his ass hard. "Come with me," Mr. Muscles pulled him and Michael willingly followed. It had been years since he'd had sex and it was time to treat himself since Thomas wasn't showing interest. "No foreplay," Mr. Muscles pushed him against the wall and pulled the tight leather pants from his thighs and landed a spank on one ass cheek. "Naughty boy likes that," "Condom," Michael handed the man a condom and a packet of lube. There was the distinctive snap of rubber for the tip of the condom-covered cock pressed against his ass. There was a grunt behind him but no more movement. He turned and frowned into the darkness. The sound of flesh pounding against flesh filled the alleyway and not in the pleasurable way either. Mr. Muscles rushed past him, holding his nose and running towards the club. He hastily lifted his pants and buckled the fiddly belt. "Hello?" Michael cautiously whispered as he backed towards the mouth of the alley, he tripped over a rock and whimpered as a rough hand gripped his bicep and lifted him to his feet, seconds later he was being glared at with beautiful liquid dark chocolate eyes. "What are you doing here?" Thomas growled at him, the hand on his bicep tightening painfully as those eyes searched his face. "I was going to have sex. Let me go," Michael tried to yank his arm away but all he managed to do was hurt himself more. He looked around for anyone but there was no one around. He knew Thomas wouldn't hurt him intentionally but his heart was still pounding a vicious rhythm in his chest. "I told you to go home. Your parents are going to be worried," Thomas started pulling him towards the street, Michael tried to dig his feet in the ground but he was just grabbed by the waist and carried from the alley before depositing him on the side walk. "My mother is probably too busy worrying about what is going to happen at her next garden party," Michael spat as he straightened his top and scowled at him. "Listen to me, I will fucking drag you home if I have to. I don't want you and I never will. Get it in your fucking head," Thomas yelled at him as he viciously tapped the side of his head as if trying to get a point across. "No need to be horrible about it, Thomas. I know you want me," Michael fiddled with the cuff bracelet on his right wrist, the metal chains split into two so they could be cuffed together if he wished them to be, as he chewed on his bottom lip. He wasn't one hundred percent sure that he was wanted. "Where did you get these?" Thomas grabbed his wrists and looked at the cuffs. "A friend got them for me," Michael pulled his hand away and rubbed his wrists. "Who?" "Blaine gave them to me. Why do you care?" "They're specially made for my club," Thomas scrubbed his hands through his hair and glared at him. "I want them back," "No, admit you want me. Then you can have them," "Fine. I want you. I've wanted you since you were fucking my brother. Doesn't mean I'm going to do anything about it so go home," He turned and stormed down the street. The beach was deserted so he toed his shoes off and wandered towards the icy water. He gasped as the cold water encountered his toes. "What the fuck are you doing now?" Michael looked up and grinned as Thomas stood with his hands on his hips glaring at him from the sea wall. "Walking in the moonlight, I've wanted to do it since I was like 14," Michael laughed and kicked at water, he loved being in or near the water. It allowed him less time to think about his life and all its problems. He loved to swim. He loved how the water moved over his skin, like he weightless. Like the weight of life was lifted and he could be free. "Michael..." "Join me?" Michael bit his lip and held his palm out to Thomas, knowing full well that he wasn't going to take it. "No. If you want to be ridiculous then fine, I'll just wait," He slipped his dress shoes off and sank down onto the warm sand. "You're dressed smart for a club," Michael yelled across the beach. "Wasn't at the club on purpose," Thomas brushed the sand from his knees and looked up at the hundreds of stars in the sky. They twinkled and reminded him of the rhyme he used to sing Chad to sleep with. See that star over there? It knows where you are. You may think that's not fair. That is the little star will always know where you are. Whenever we're apart, the star will be in the same place. So remember little brother, whenever we're apart the star will know where you are. "Why were you there?" "A client," he glanced out at the dark water for Michael and spotted the blue hair. It wasn't just his body Thomas was interested in, even if I was mighty fine. Michael was a kindred spirit. He took everything over his head, compliments, insults, money, and worries. Nothing ever bothered him. "Oh..." Michael turned around and tilted his head back to look at the full moon and the stars twinkling around it. It was stupid coming here; it was stupid trying to make Thomas want him. Tears rolled down his cheeks without permission and he angrily pushed them away, he stomped towards the sea wall and picked up his shoes with a sigh, before slipping the now sandy shoes on. He couldn't think that he was the only person for him. The man was gorgeous and ran his own BDSM club and taught lessons in it. Of course he wasn't the only one for him. "Where are you going?" Thomas stood and walked with him up the beach, no further than four inches away from him the whole time. "Home," Michael wiped his eyes again and sped up but the man just kept stride with him. "I never slept with your brother," "What?" "I never slept with Chad. I couldn't. I only wanted to be with you," Michael bounded up the B&B's stairs and turned around to Thomas. They were the same height now. "I still only want you," "Michael..." "Stop, please," Michael held his hand up and looked into Thomas' face. The dark chocolate eyes, the unruly dark brown locks, and the muscles that were on muscles looked tantalizing. His nose was slightly crooked to one side like he'd broken it at some time, the perfectly pink lips made him want to kiss them all day long and that sharp jaw made Michael's cock stand up and say Hi. "Stop trying to convince me you're not good enough, please," "I want my cuffs," Thomas held his hands out and Michael angrily stripped them off and threw then at him, the metal chain hitting his chin. He felt a twinge of sympathy as he rubbed at the spot. "Michael are you coming in, dear?" Michael turned around to face Mrs. Barnaby the B&B's owner, with white hair and only five foot tall she was tiny. "Now coming, Isabella," Michael turned away with one last look at Thomas, his face was screwed up as if he'd had an unpleasant thought. He entered inside the sweet little home, wiping the mascara lines from his cheeks before turning back to Isabella. "Sweetheart..." she held her arms out and he rushed into them his heart breaking again as he sobbed against her knitted cardigan. "He doesn't know what's good for him," "I'm going to go to sleep. See if I can book a flight back home tomorrow," Michael said as he stood before turning and racing up the pale blue stairs and collapsing onto his bed, turning to look at the picture of him, Chad and Blaine on their wedding day. They looked so happy. "Why can't that be me?" Michael stripped, showered and slid into bed before the tears decided to roll again, he didn't even try to stop them this time. He didn't want to stop them this time. **** "Michael? Honey, are you alright?" Michael looked up and smiled at Katie. She was beautiful. Her blonde hair cascading around her curvy figure as Kyle played on the games console next to him. "I'm fine," "I know my brother can be a pain in the ass but you need to persist with him," she sat down next to him and scooped Baby Chad from his arms, kissing his head lovingly. "He doesn't want me. Why bother?" "He does want you. Remember what he said about you at the wedding?" "That was about me?" Michael frowned as he recalled Thomas' last words. Without you I would have never been able to admit how I felt about a certain someone. Welcome to the family, brother. "That couldn't have been about me," "Thomas has had a hard-on for you since we've all been married," Kyle gestured around the room then smiled at him. "That's almost two years," Michael shook his head before he took his bag from the sofa. "If you see him tell him that I've gone away for the week with my parents," "Michael's gone away the week with his parents...I don't know, Tenerife I think," Nick said as he sauntered into the room, his mobile at his ear. "Later," "Thanks. I guess," He jumped on his bike and pedaled the thirty minute walk to Tina and Jack's house. He needed to collect some items from Chad and Blaine's room. "I'm here to collect some of my personal belongings!" Michael yelled from the doorway, there was a crash and a curse before Jack appeared before him, blood on his white shirt. "What happened?" "I dropped a glass," he shrugged and squeezed the towel around his arm tighter, a sheepish smile playing at his aged lips. "Sit," Michael ordered Jack and left to find the first aid kit hidden under the kitchen sink before kneeling in front. He wiped the wound with disinfectant, much to Jack's whining, and applied butterfly stitches to the wound to help it heal quicker. "There all fixed," "Thank you, Michael," Jack reached out and ruffled his currently blue hair smiling at the slim boy. "If you don't mind..." Michael tipped his head to the side and bounced up the stairs before pushing into Chad and Blaine's old bedroom. The sheets were still messy and there were clothes all over the place, Michael paused before he proceeded to clean the room up, taking his magazines and Xbox games and placing them in his bag as he went. Dirty clothes went in the hamper, socks and underwear in the drawers, clean clothes in the closet, sex toys in the chest under the bed, lube in the drawer and dust bunnies up the Hoover. "Much better," he said to himself as he closed the door, his head buried in an outdated gossip magazine. "Kristen Stewart and Robert Pattinson break up who would have thought," Michael tossed the magazine in his bag as he crashed into someone, he closed his eyes briefly and prayed but it was no use as he opened them to stare into Thomas' beautiful eyes again. He kept silent. "I thought you were in Tenerife," Thomas growled as he gently pushed him to the side to walk into his room at his parents' house, dumping his bag in the doorway. His room was just as messy as Chad and Blaine's had been and it made him itch to clean it. He hated mess. It was almost compulsory that he needed to clean dirty things. "Leave me alone, Thomas," Michael grumbled as he walked passed his dark, erotic smelling room and hopping down the stairs. The scent of mint and sandalwood made him hard as rock. "I'm off, Jack. Tell Tina I stopped by," Michael waved as he opened the door, squeaking as the door was slammed shut the glass rattling in the wooden frame. "No breaking furniture, Thomas," Jack shouted from the kitchen, the chuckle in his voice evident. The sound of the television was raised as Jack tried to give them some semblance of privacy. "What have I done to you, Michael?" Thomas breathed in his ear, his left hand trailing down Michael's back before stopping at his waistband, effectively trapping him against him and the door. "You know what you've done," Michael huffed out, his hand tightening around the straps of his bag as his breath came in pants. He hated himself that he got hard the instant Thomas paid any attention to him. "Is this because I told you I didn't want to fuck you," he said as he leant over his shoulder to look down at Michael's tight white jeans, the fabric molded to his body. His cock was rock hard but not visible and it made Michael angry as Thomas chuckled into his ear. "Poor darlin', doesn't even show when he's horny," "Get off me," Michael glared at the red glass before his eyes as he pushed against Thomas' hold. "Let me go, Thomas," "Fine," Thomas held his hands up and backed away. "What the hell is wrong with you? I was only joking," "What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you? One minute you don't want me and the next you're all over me. I can't stand it; I hate not knowing what is happening. I want it to stop, Thomas. If you want me, great, but I'm not available whenever you're fucking feeling horny," Michael screamed at him and left leaving a shocked Thomas standing in the hall. "You fucked up royally with him," Jack handed him a scotch as he headed back into the living room, flopping down onto the leather sofa. Thomas frowned as he sat next to his Father gazing around the room at the pictures, him, Chad and Katie growing up. There were pictures of Chad and Blaine on their wedding day, Katie, Nick and Kyle on their wedding day and Mom and Dad on their wedding day. He was the only one with no wedding picture. It wasn't like he wanted to get married. He might someday if he met the right person. He was pretty sure he'd already met the right person but didn't want to try for the fear of getting hurt again. "I don't know what to do about him, Dad," Thomas rubbed the glass between his hands as he stared at the amber liquid sloshing around in the patterned glass. "Do what he wants you to. He went to LA to get you to go do whatever it is you do to him," Jack waved his hand in the air and sipped his scotch. "He's too young for me. There's ten years between us," "And there are twelve between me and your mother," Jack pointed out. "It's different, I'm different," Thomas finally gulped the liquid down relishing the harsh scald of it as it finally burnt a path to his stomach. "Son, I don't know exactly what you do and I don't want to but if Michael wants you this bad all you can do is try. I know what Rudy done to you was terrible but you can't stop taking chances just because of him. You deserve happiness," "Thanks, Dad," Thomas smiled and placed the glass on the table before leaving the house and climbing on his Suzuki, buckling the helmet in place as he roared down the black top towards his club. Michael wanted him to train him and that was exactly what he was going to do. Things may be difficult in the beginning but they would get there. He hoped. Even if things did go wrong he would have the experience under his belt. **** "Hello?" Michael asked as he picked up his Smartphone, the number unknown. He coated another nail in lime green polish and tilted his head slightly as it dripped onto the duvet. "Meet me at my club, thirty minutes, don't be late," Thomas' gravelly voice boomed through the line, causing Michael to harden instantly. His finger slipped and green polish went over his toes as the bottle oozed lazily on the bed. Nail polish was a bitch to get out of silk. "Why?" Michael fiddled with the bedspread as he waited the answer from Thomas. "I'm going to train you," Thomas hung up and Michael quickly programmed his number into his phone before it finally hit what he been told. "Oh God!" Michael stood and sped straight to his closet, before finally settling on black skinny jeans and an old Metallica shirt he'd snagged off Thomas' floor when he'd first started dating Chad, he wondered if he would remember. Of course he wouldn't remember that was almost a year and a half ago now. "Mom, I'm off out. Don't wait up for me," Michael left before his mother could yell at him and slipped onto his push bike, pedaling as fast as he could towards Thomas' club, he locked the bike around a post and fiddled with his backpack strap again, the insanely bright pink standing out against his black clothes, his hair didn't help any either. He didn't even know why he came here. He'd convinced himself he was going to get over him. "I'm here to see Thomas," Michael said as he approached the beefy bodyguard. "Kid, they're all here to see Thomas," the tobacco roughed voice sent shivers down Michael's spine and not in a good way either. The rattling laugh made him take a few steps back. "I'm free though," "Please, tell him Michael Santiago is here," He slid backwards a couple of steps as the security guard laughed at him. "Let him in, Gabe," Thomas appeared behind the big guy and held his hand out to Michael who hesitantly placed his smaller one is his larger grasp. He was lead through the club, his eyes shooting everywhere, there was a blonde man strapped to a cross at the back of the room, two men on either side of him with whips. There was another man bent over a table being fucked roughly by a bear of a man and there was just sex in every direction. The smell of sweat, leather and sex was a heady combination. It worried him. Was Thomas going to do that to him? Would he be on the cross like the blonde boy? Would he be fucked on that table thing? Would he like that to happen to him? He was lead up a black, spiraling metal staircase and pulled into an office, the leather sofa was as white as the walls, it was quite a contrast between the black and red décor downstairs. He was gently pushed onto the sofa whilst Thomas grabbed a brown manila envelope from his drawer. "What is that?" Michael asked as he placed his backpack on the floor next to his feet. "It's you're contract and rules," Thomas sat down beside him. "It's rude to steal clothes," He plucked at the overly large faded shirt on Michael's lean body and smiled at him. He was a bag of nerves, from the fiddling on the Hello Kitty bag to the nervous gestures with his hands. His blonde hair peeking through the blue, a sign that it needed dying again, the eyeliner making his wide pale blue eyes shine brighter and the small shine of gloss on his lips made him instantly hard. "I'm sorry," "Here," he handed over the envelope and watched as Michael chewed on his bottom lip before gathering enough courage to actually open it. He pulled out the five page document and looked over at him. "You take it home tonight and we'll talk when you've read it. Tell me what you will do and won't do. Make sure you want this, Mikey," Thomas stroked his palm down Michael's cheek and smiled as he leant into it. "I convinced myself I was never going to talk to you again," "Never say that, Mikey. Things will be tough but we'll get there. After the three months we can talk," "The only person who calls me Mikey is my baby sister," Michael smiled at him, he would ask about the three month comment later. His eyes darted towards the ring on his ring finger, pulling back quickly. "You're married?" "Huh? Oh no, I put it on there for a client this morning. I told him I was married. You would know if I was," Thomas twisted the ring off and slipped it back on his index finger, the silver band glistening in the office light, the blue sapphires sparkling brighter than the ring. The blue sapphires formed a T. "Oh...I have something for you," Michael reached in his bag and pulled out a long box holding it out to Thomas. "You don't have to wear it, it's just I've been keeping it for a special occasion..." Bound and In Love Ch. 01 He pried open the black box and fingered the silver chain link bracelet inside, the chain was cold as he picked it up and wrapped it around his wrist, it was slightly loose but it wasn't loose enough to fall off. "Thank you," Thomas smiled before turning to Michael, "I've been dying to do this since I saw you," Michael tilted his head then yelped as his mouth was crushed against Thomas' a moment later, his tongue snaking out and rubbing over every part of his mouth, his teeth, the roof of his mouth, the inside of his cheeks and his tongue were all thoroughly explored without being sloppy. He bought his hands up to wrap around Thomas' neck and moaned as his arms were bought back down and his wrists pinned to the leather sofa. Michael whimpered and thrusts his hips up, trying to gain enough friction to thrust against. Thomas' larger body easily held him down preventing him from moving even an inch as he mouth was devoured. Nails raked through his hair and Michael moaned quietly as he mouth was released and Thomas sat up. His pink lips swollen as his eyes glazed over more as he looked over at him. Thomas licked his lips before using his thumb to wipe away the smudged lip gloss on his lips. "That's better," He pulled Michael up, frowning as Michael pulled his shirt over his crotch, hiding the small bulge beneath his jeans. "Stop," Michael instantly stopped and looked at him, his cheeks red and his lips equally swollen. He placed the envelope in his backpack and turned back to looked at him. "Come back tomorrow, we'll talk about the contract and rules then," Thomas stood and sat behind his desk in the black office chair, leaning back and smiling. "Until tomorrow then," Michael stood and hoisted his backpack onto his back and smiled shyly at him. "Until tomorrow, Mikey," Thomas winked at him and chuckled as Michael whimpered quietly and turned away from him and out of his office. Michael left the club quickly, keeping his head down as he exited the building and hopped onto his bike his face aching by the time he got home because he couldn't stop smiling. He fell into bed and placed the envelope on his nightstand intending to look at it in the morning. He couldn't think about that right now. He finally drifted off to sleep his dreams plagued with Thomas, whips, chains and rules. **** Michael fiddled with the brown envelope the next morning, he'd waited until his mother and step-father had left before he dared to even open the letter. Taking a deep breath he pulled the papers from the envelope and looked over the words. 'This contract between Thomas Thurston and Michael Santiago was made on the 25th August 2012 for a four month trial period. In these four months the submissive will do and not argue about what the dominant wants or needs from him. 'The dominant and submissive acknowledge that all activities are consensual, confidential and subject to the rules implied further in the contract. 'The submissive is required to fill the questionnaire out at the back of the contract, either with or without the dominant present.' Availability 'The submissive will make himself available at any time during the week, and one weekend every fortnight. The submissive will always be available if the dominant needs him. The dominant is allowed to dismiss the submissive at any time. The submissive may be released if the reason sees fit to the dominant. 'The submissive and dominant will share the same house in the allotted times, this may or may not include the bed. Sleeping arrangements are to be agreed between the two parties before the contract is signed.' Dominant 'The dominant must ensure that his submissive is always comfortable, clean and looked after. 'The dominant shall take all responsibility of the well-being of his submissive, giving him the proper training and safety procedures set out clearly. 'If the dominant fails to keep responsibility, proper training or the safety procedures are endangered then the submissive is free to terminate the contract and leave the dominant without notice. 'The dominant will shall decide on the proper training, guidance, punishment, limitations and safety procedures in order to keep the submissive safe and comfortable at all times. The dominant shall also make sure his submissive is healthy and safe at all times. 'The dominant shall remain healthy and seek medical assistance if necessary to maintain a risk free environment. 'The submissive is to obey and serve the dominant in all things, he shall without query or hesitations offer the dominant any pleasure he sees fit, at any place, any time. If restrictions are set out then the dominant shall obey by them.' Submissive 'The submissive accepts the dominant as his master with understanding that he is now property of the dominant. 'The submissive shall obey the rules that are set out further in the contract and if the rules are to be broken then the dominant is allowed to punish the submissive if he seems necessary. 'The submissive shall go to the dominant if he has any queries about anything. He shall tell the dominant if he seeks medical help and/or is sick at any time during the allotted time. 'The submissive must not touch or pleasure himself with the dominant's direct permission or instruction. 'The submissive shall submit to any sexual activity where and when the dominant demands it of him. 'The submissive shall accept whippings, spankings, canings, paddling and any other punishment the dominant sees fit without hesitation, protest, or inquiry, if hard limits are set the dominant shall obey by them. The dominant must give a reason why he is punishing his submissive. 'The submissive shall not make eye contact with the dominant when in public places or with other dominants unless he directly demands the submissive to. 'The submissive with not touch the dominant without his express permission to do so. 'The submissive will not engage in sexual activity with another person unless the dominant allows it. The same is equal to the dominant.' Safewords 'With using a safe word the dominant understands that the submissive cannot, physically, mentally, or emotionally deal with what is being demanded of him and the dominant is to stop immediately if the safe word is used at any time. 'The safe word WHITE will be used when the submissive is nearing his limit. 'The safe word BLACK will be used the submissive has reached his limit.' Conclusion 'The parties have agreed and came to a conclusion that the contract is fit for their use. The signatures below are proof of that.' The dominant: Thomas Thurston Signature: The submissive: Michael Santiago Signature: Rules Obedience 'The submissive will obey the orders from the dominant. If the submissive doesn't obey the dominants orders then the dominant is allowed to punish the submissive. The submissive will agree to any sexual activities with the dominant unless outlined in the hard limits below.' Sleep 'The submissive will ensure that he gets at least eight hours of sleep every night when he is not with the dominant.' Food 'The submissive is required to eat three healthy meals a day, without snaking during the night or day.' Clothes 'During the time the submissive is with the dominant the dominant shall maintain that the submissive will have appropriate clothes for any events necessary. The submissive can wear anything he wants unless the dominant specifically demands he wear something else.' Exercise 'The dominant will provide the submissive with his personal trainer and is required to exercise at least four hour-long sessions with the trainer. The trainer will report to the dominant of the submissive progress.' Personal hygiene and beauty 'The submissive is required to be clean and hair-free with the exception of his head and face if the submissive chooses. The dominant will arrange weekly spa treatments for the submissive without complaint. The treatments will include a massage, face mask, waxing, hot stones and a mud bath. The submissive is allowed to refuse any treatment if he doesn't agree with them or feels he doesn't need them.' Personal Safety 'The submissive will not drink to excess, smoke or take recreational drugs for any reason at all. The submissive will be punished if found so doing any of these.' Personal Qualities 'The submissive will insure he doesn't have sexual intercourse or proceeded to have any sexual activities with anyone other than the dominant. He is to remain in a polite and respectful manner when out with his dominant. Disobedience will result in punishment.' Hard Limits 'No acts involving fire play. No acts involving urination or defecation. No acts involving, knifes, needles or blood. No acts involving children or animals. No acts that will leave permanent marks. No acts involving direct contact with electricity, fire or flames to the body.' Soft Limits 'Too be discussed between the dominant and the submissive.' Does the submissive consent to: 'Masturbation Fellatio Swallowing Semen Anal Intercourse Anal Fisting' Does the submissive consent to the use of: 'Vibrators Butt Plugs Dildos Other anal toys' Does the submissive consent to: 'Bondage with rope Bondage with leather cuffs Bondage with handcuffs, shackles, manacles Bondage with tape Bondage with other' Does the submissive consent to be restrained with: 'Hands bound if front Ankles bound Elbows bound Hands bound behind back Knees bound Wrists bound to ankles Binding to fixed items, e.g. furniture Suspension Does the submissive consent to being blindfolded? Does the submissive consent to be gagged? How much pain is the submissive willing to experience? Where one is intensely and five is dislikes intensely.' Does the submissive consent to accept the following forms of pain/punishment? 'Spanking Whipping Biting Genital Clamps Hot Wax Paddling Caning Nipple Clamps Ice' *** Michael closed his mouth as he heard the door open, quickly rushing to put the papers back inside his backpack before his mother climbed the steps. It all seemed a bit Fifty Shades to him and Thomas was his big bad Christian Grey. He didn't even dare look at the questionnaire yet. He'd just sat back down when his mother opened the wooden door. A garment back over the arm, her bottle blonde hair piled high on his head. His mother was beautiful; there was no other word for it. She had elegant features and magnificent blue eyes. That was where he got his eyes from. His father's eyes were supposedly brown but since Michael had never met his father he wouldn't know. "You're not even dressed!" she hissed for the hundredth time that morning as she tossed the garment bag at him. "I told you, I'm not going to your stupid garden party," Michael groaned and shoved the bag back, grabbing his backpack and leaving the house before his mother or step-father could chase him down, he hopped on his bike and rode towards Thomas' club. They needed to discuss it anyway. "Hi, again," Michael smiled as the bodyguard stepped aside, allowing him to squeeze through the small space. "He's in the office," Mr. Dark and Broody grumbled as Michael nodded and wandered through the deserted club. It looked and smelled different today, there were no writhing bodies or no smell of sweat and sex instead the scent of citrus wafted around him as a young boy washed the leather from the previous' nights activities. He knocked on the door, waited for the gruff 'enter' and poked his head around the door. "Hi," "Come in," Thomas stood and Michael eyed the sight of the man, some people wore black because it was slimming but he wore it because it made him look sexy as sin. He slowly walked in and waited until he was directed to the sofa, he was handed a glass of brandy. "I'm not old enough to drink," "Of course you're not," Thomas downed his glass and then placed the other one on the white table. "I've gotten drunk once, it was at a party when I was seventeen," "Mikey," "I didn't mean to get drunk; I only had like two beers. I guess I can't hold my liquor," Michael knew he was babbling but couldn't stop himself. It was part of nerves, as was the picking of thread and arranging everything before he ever done something. It would make their relationship hard. "Michael," "I didn't even like it. It was bitter and horrible, I..." Michael jumped as Thomas placed his lips over his, effectively shutting him up. Michael melted and wrapped his arms around his neck again, this time wasn't stopped but the kiss didn't last as long as last night. "Shut up," Thomas laughed as he sat up pulling Michael with him. "Sorry," Michael blushed and chewed on his lip, his gaze on the brandy on the table. He licked his lips before reaching for the glass and placing it on one of the four glass coasters around the table and then proceeded to place each coaster in the corners of the square table. "Let's sort this out then," Thomas reached over and grabbed the envelope now on the floor; he slipped it out and flicked towards the back, eyeing the empty questionnaire. "You didn't fill this in," Michael was thankful that Thomas didn't say anything about his weird behavior. "It says with or without the dominant present," Michael whispered, finally turning to look at Thomas, his brown hair had fallen on his forehead and made him look innocent and sweet. "Good pup," Thomas stroked his cheek and winked at him before turning back to look at the papers. "Did you fill in any of it?" "I didn't want to on my own. It also seems really Fifty Shades to me," "My training will be nothing on that crappy book series. He doesn't dominate women because he wants to. He has Mommy issues, darlin'," "They're not that bad. I mean the contract is almost a duplicate," "I've been doing this since I was twenty, Mikey," Thomas winked at him and Michael smiled back wryly. The contract did seem almost exactly the same as Christian's and Ana's. He had told him that he and his lawyer had written the contract again after reading Fifty Shades. Thomas had said Christian Grey had had very particular rules that he thought would be right. "It's actually E.L. James you should be thanking," "Okay, Mr. Brainy," Thomas winked at him before he reached over to the table and picked up a black fountain pen, pulling the cap off with his teeth and spitting it onto the table again. Michael reached over and put the cap on the pad of paper in the centre of the table. "First question do you consent to masturbation?" "Of course," Michael giggled and smiled as Thomas shook his head at him. "Fellatio?" "You mean blowjobs? Then most definitely," Thomas ticked the word and wrote something next to it. "Swallowing semen?" "If I know that you're clean then I can't see why I can't try it. I've never done it though," Michael twirled the small chain-link bracelet on his wrist and nibbled the inside of his cheek, his cock hard as he was asked numerous questions. "We'll get you tested tomorrow. Okay?" "Okay," "Anal Intercourse?" Thomas cleared his throat and looked at him, the lust in his eyes making Michael harder, he nodded silently and sighed as he grinned and ticked the word. "Anal fisting?" "I've never done it," "Do you want to?" Thomas asked, "The feeling is unlike anything you could ever imagine," "Not really. Have you seen the size of your hands," Michael laughed nervously and pulled the thread in his jeans. "How would you know?" "So no," Thomas crossed the word out and smiled. "Don't you worry about the how, darlin'," "Keeping secrets?" "Nope, vibrators?" "Yes," Michael nodded as each of the questions was read out, dildos, butt plugs, and other anal toys. "What does it mean by other?" "Well, household objects that sort of stuff. I've used a cucumber before," Thomas winked then chuckled as Michael flushed. "Okay, I guess. I refuse to have a banana put in my ass," Michael pointed out smiling widely as Thomas laughed at him. "Is there anything you don't want to be tied up with?" "What does other mean?" "It means, ties, scarves and anything I can find to tie you up with," Thomas kept his eyes on the paper as he awaited his answer. "Then no, I'll keep them all," "Do you not want to be bound any of these ways?" Thomas turned the paper towards him and Michael pointed out wrists bound to ankles and suspension. Thomas crossed them off without any thought. "Being blindfolded?" "Yep," Michael sat back and fiddled with the buttons on his shirt, he really was horny. All this talk about sex was making him harder than rock. "Gagged?" "Can't see why not," one hand slipped up his shirt as he stroked his stomach sighing quietly. The light reflected off of the pale hair, course against his fingertips. He'd never shaved it off because it made him feel masculine. He shaved everywhere else though, even his legs. "How much pain are you willing to be in from one to five? One being the most and five being the least," "I'd say two. I like pain with my sex," Michael unbuttoned his bottom button and spread the shirt across his abs, the small muscles jumping under his hands. "What punishment won't you like?" the paper was turned towards him again. "Hmm, wax, caning and ice," Michael nodded and signed the paper as it was handed over to him and watched as Thomas delicately signed his name on the dotted line. "Stand up," Michael stood and turned to face Thomas, his hands clenched tightly as his side. He knew he'd done something wrong, he just didn't know what yet. The paper was passed to him and he signed his name on the little dotted line. "Kneel," Michael knelt without hesitation his eyes drawn down to his hands. "You're not supposed to pleasure yourself without my permission," Thomas leant back on the sofa and spread his legs drawing Michael's gaze to his crotch. "I wasn't. I hadn't even signed the contract yet anyway," Michael pointed out quietly his gaze still locked on that impressive groin. "True. You're not allowed to touch yourself anymore. Your training starts tomorrow at 4pm, be here. I'll give you clothes and you need to bring a list of all the toiletries you use, what size clothes you are and what size shoe," Thomas stood and helped Michael stand up wrapping him in his arms. "Was there any part of the contract you don't agree with? We need to talk about the sleeping arrangements," "I will need every Friday away. My mother demands I spend it with her and her husband. I can't be available every day of the week either. I start college soon. Oh, the snacking. I can't promise that I'm not very good at not snacking," Michael breathed in Thomas' scent sighing quietly. "Well then you won't snack when you're alone, when you're with me you can snack but only healthy food. Sleeping arrangements the first week you will have your own room as a trial run. Fridays will have to compensate for either Saturday or Sunday. I'll let you choose which day," Thomas stroked his hair and smiled as he looked down at him. "How about we do Thursday through Sunday with the exception of Friday?" "Thank you," "You're welcome, now go home before you get in trouble for not being at the garden party," Thomas released him and stepped around the table. "We'll discuss the questionnaire tomorrow," "How do you know about the party?" Michael picked his bag up, a plain black one today, and turned to look at him. "I know everything about you, sweetheart," Thomas gave that wink again and it made him stiffen further. "Okay. I'm not even going to ask. Goodbye," Michael turned to leave and turned when he was called. Bound and In Love Ch. 01 "Don't forget the lists," Michael smiled, nodded and left the club quickly; biking home he almost missed the beginning of the party. How he knew that his mother was having party eluded him but he wasn't going to question. He was jittery as he slipped his suit on. He was actually going to be trained by Thomas. His heart pounded and his palms sweated as he tied to knot in his tie before looking at himself in the mirror. The giddy grin didn't leave his face the whole party. Even when his step-father demanded he removed the make-up. **** "This sucks," Michael pouted as he held the cotton ball to the crook of his elbow. The technician smiled at him before Thomas pushed open the paper curtain. "Are we done?" "Why is it through blood tests? Why can't it be tested through sperm or urine?" Michael whined as he rolled down his sleeve and stared at Thomas in his suit. The man apparently had a business meeting. "Stop whining, darlin'. I got them to rush the tests so they should hopefully be back within a week. I need to leave." Thomas gently kissed him on the tip of the nose and smiled. "See you this evening," "Until tonight, darlin'" with that parting remark Thomas left him to make him own way back from the clinic. **** "My training starts at four!" Michael squealed down the phone at Blaine, the couple was still on their honeymoon. "He finally agreed then?" "Yep, he made me sign, a contract, and everything. There are still questions he needs me to answer but I'm so excited," "I'll never understand the fascination with BDSM. It gives me the creeps," "That's understandable, Blaine," Michael smiled into the phone, with Blaine's past it was understandable, being tortured not once but twice by his insane ex Dean it would be a miracle if Blaine expressed an interest in BDSM or just weird. "Mm, Chad can't keep his hands off me. I mean its constant sex, on the couch, in bed, in the pool, even against the walls!" "You're lucky. I doubt Thomas will even have sex with me," Michael stripped and leant back on his bed naked, the temptation to masturbate was intense but he ignored it as he pulled the notebook from his beside drawer and started making the lists he was asked to make the previous day. "What are the rules then?" there was shuffling like Blaine was getting comfortable then a quiet growl. Michael knew that growl. It was Chad's horny growl. "The usual, don't disobey, do as I'm told, and take punishment when I've been bad, yada yada yada," Michael wrote down the brand of his makeup, hairspray, shampoo, conditioner, soap and even his toothpaste. "Great, I need to go. Chad's horny...again," Blaine laughed before he hung up; Michael smiled and tossed the phone onto the bed as he looked at the clock. 3.20. He still had forty minutes. So he rang Kyle. "Wassup?" "Can you teach me how to ride a motorcycle?" Michael asked as he donned leather pants and a plain white top, finishing the look with his black boots and makeup. He even added a little bit of glitter across his nose, cheeks and chest. He twirled in the mirror and grinned at himself. "I can't," "What do you mean you can't?" Michael double checked his bag and left the house, his phone still to his ear as he walked to Midnight. It wasn't that far really. "As in Thomas told me not to. He'd found I'd been teaching you the ins and outs of them and told me if I endanger you in any way he's going to tear me a new one," Kyle grumbled, Michael could see him shuddering as he thought about that. Michael had convinced Kyle to teach him about the motorbikes on a Thursday. "He did?" Michael heart and stomach did a happy little jump, Thomas was worried for him. How sweet was that? "Gah, you sound like a love struck puppy," "I need to go. Thank you, Kyle," "For what?" "You don't need to worry," Michael grinned and placed his phone into his front pocket, waved at Mr. Dark and Broody, he actually found out his name was Gabe and he'd been working for Thomas since the club had opened four years ago. He entered Thomas' office and a plain piece of white paper held his name on. He dropped his bag and opened the note in Thomas' scrawl was: 'Wear the pants in the bag. Kneel by the door. Keep your head down and palms upturned on your thighs. Don't look up for any reason.' Michael opened the black back and shrugged out of his clothes, neatly folding them and placing them on the table before slipping into the snug black leather briefs, the leather molding to his ass and thighs. He assumed the position and waited until the door opened. It felt like an eternity until the door opened and Thomas' biker boots came into his view. "How long have you been sitting there?" "About ten minutes...Sir," Michael added the 'sir', not sure in Thomas will like it or not. "Good pup. I like you calling me 'sir'," Thomas stroked his head and tilted his head up to look at him, Michael taking in the sight of him dressed in all leather, the tight white top underneath making Michael harder than he was a moment ago. "Your proper training will take place at my home in my playroom. We'll come here occasionally to show you off," "Yes, Sir," "Remain in this position as I ask you the questions," Thomas nudged his head back down and he heard shuffling before the crack of the leather sofa was sat on. "Do you have any sexual illnesses?" "No, Sir," "Do you have any illnesses?" "OCD if it counts, Sir," Michael bit his lip and traced the scar on his thigh gently. Pale slivers of scars dotted his thighs. He didn't know where the urge to touch his scars came from. They were old and from a bad time in his life. "What kind of OCD?" "I'm a clean freak. I hate how that paper isn't straight and I hate how your shoes are still on," "Okay, pup," Thomas stood and slipped his boots off and smiled at him. "What's this?" He reached down and stroked his fingertips over the small scars over his thighs. He looked expectantly at him. "They are old," "Do you self-harm, Michael?" "Not anymore. I used to...a lot," "Why?" "I was bullied, suffered through my parents' divorce, told by my current boyfriend that I was only good enough to be a sex slave, told I'm too ugly to walk the streets and that my body is that of a twelve year old," Michel sniffed and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. He knew it looked gross and was grateful when Thomas handed him a tissue. "Promise me. Since we're partners now you can tell me everything that's happening in your life, Promise me, darlin'," Thomas tucked his chin up and looked into the stunning sea blue eyes with hints of green before him. "I promise," Michael wiped his eyes and leant forward to kiss Thomas on the lips gently before he was urged to sit back down and the questions resumed. "Who was your last sexual partner?" "His name was Robert, Sir," Michael blushed and hoped that Thomas couldn't see it as he kept his chin level with his chest. "When?" Thomas growled and he suppressed a smile. "When I was fifteen, Sir," "You've gone three years without sex?" the disbelief in his voice made Michael chuckle quietly. "Actually it's almost four, Sir," "Of course, have you ever had unprotected sex?" he scribbled something and his left foot started tapping against the table. "No, Sir," "Three more, do you have any tattoos or piercings?" "I have three piercings and one tattoo, Sir," "Show me," Thomas stood and walked over to him, Michael swallowed and stuck his tongue out the little orange ball shining in the light, pointed to his navel and he lifted his ankle up to show the names that wrapped around it, Brianna, Suzanne, Mitchell and Patrick, his brothers and sisters. None lived at home with him and his mother. They were all older than him and had their own families. They only visited at Christmas. "The other piercing," he prompted, his eyes searching over his body for the other piece of metal lodged in his man's skin. "It's in my penis, Sir," Michael chewed on his bottom lip and continued to hold his gaze. "I said show me. Don't disobey so early, Mikey," Thomas waited as he finally pulled his leather briefs away and lifting his small penis showed him the one lone Jacobs ladder piercing. He released his stiff cock and allowed it to bounce twice before settling straight out his balls drawn up tight and close to his body. "Why did you get it?" "It was a dare," "Stay like that," "Sir?" Michael was hesitant to leave his embarrassingly small penis out in the open like this. "I said stay like that, when was your last sexual activity with another person?" Thomas sat back on the cracked leather as his foot tapped against the table again. "A blowjob about a year ago, Sir," his hands clenched in his fists on his thighs, the temptation to hide the most private part about himself was extremely hard for him. "Final question, have you ever participated in group sex, such as a threesome or an orgy?" "Never, Sir," "Stand," Thomas stood again and helped him stand up, his nose barely reached the middle of his wide chest as he tipped his head to look at him. Thomas reached up and stroked one hand down his face, continuing down his body until his hand finally wrapped around his cock. "Look," Thomas ordered and Michael looked down, he could barely see the head of his cock poking out of Thomas' fist as he gently stroked back and forth along the rigid shaft. The pleasure out rode his embarrassment greatly as he looked into Thomas' brown eyes. "It's not too small. It fits perfectly," "Yes, Sir," finally Michael did see that he was actually right, they fit together perfectly. He keened as Thomas released him and handed his clothes back to him. "Get dressed and give me your lists," "Sir..." Michael whimpered as looked at his stiff cock, the head deep purple and angry looking. "Learn to control yourself, that is going to be an early lesson for you, Michael," Thomas placed the papers inside his drawer and leant against his desk as Michael struggled to get dressed without zipping his cock in two. He handed over the three lists and watched as he nodded and smiled at him. "We'll dye your hair, soon," "I usually do it myself, Sir," "Well from now on I do it, pup," "Where now, Sir?" Michael tried to calm the giddy feeling in his gut but it was hard to suppress. "Thomas now, you're not in your training. When you're in training its Sir when you're not its Thomas," "Where now, Thomas?" "Home, this is your weekend off. We'll start Monday," Thomas reached and drew him close to his chest, kissing him deeply and soundly before releasing him. "Remember no masturbating or snacking," "Bye," Michael kept his arms wrapped around Thomas' waist. It was stupid that he didn't want to leave after only an hour. "You'll see me Saturday, you're coming over to see Chad and Blaine come home aren't you?" Thomas kissed his head and stroked his hair. "Yeah," Michael finally pulled away and smiled back at him. "See you Saturday," "I'll have a surprise for you but in the meantime take this," Thomas slipped his ring from his index finger and placed it in Michael palm. "This must have cost thousands. I can't take this. It won't fit anyway," Michael tried to give it back but Thomas glared at him and curled his fingers over the ring. He pulled a small silver chain from his pocket and threaded the ring through it before wrapping it around his neck and locking the small clasps. "Think of it as your collar," the ring sat in the hollow of his throat and every time he breathed he could feel it. "Thank you," Michael smiled wryly at him and wrapped his arms around Thomas' waist again. "Welcome, darlin'. Now go before you get in trouble with your stepdad. You haven't graduated yet and it's still a school night," Thomas shooed him from his office with a wink and Michael left the club happy and sated for the first time in all of his life. **** "Tell me everything!" Michael dragged Blaine onto the swinging patio chair and tucked his feet up then waited. "It was perfect. Everything was perfect," Michael listened as Blaine went into a detailed description of their honeymoon it turned out they had sex in the bed, on the couch, in the pool, against the walls, in the shower and any available flat surface, even up against a tree. He was surprised that Blaine could even sit down. "Tell me about you and Thom," Blaine kissed Chad as he wandered passed and settled back down, Michael explained their first day together, his reluctance to leave Thomas and some of the rules. "I understand you're not allowed to have sex with other people but I don't understand why you're not allowed to snack. I love cookies too much to not snack on them. I mean look at my stomach, I swear I gained at least ten pounds out there," Blaine laughed and Michael joined in as Blaine lifted his shirt showing his still flat stomach. His phone pinged and he looked at the Blackberry. "Meet me in my old bedroom, now." "I need to meet Thomas in his old bedroom," Michael tried not to race towards Thomas, it felt like years since he'd seen him when in reality it had only been a few hours. He knocked on the wooden door and waited for the 'come in', he almost swallowed his tongue at the sight of Thomas spread out before him. His cock was poking out of his jeans and that was the only piece of flesh he could really see with the exception of his head and forearms. "Suck me," Thomas crooked his finger and Michael rushed to the bed, stopping himself from touching him. He licked his lips as he looked at Thomas' cock, about eight inches in length, a large girth, with a deep red head and the heavy balls beneath made him almost come on sight. The veins that travelled up and down his cock made Michael whimper, if he had a fetish it had to be veins. The way you could see the blood pumping in them and as they strained in someone's arms. "Mikey," he reached down and threaded his hands in his hair and tugged him forwards so he was hovering over his cock. Michael licked his lips again and slowly swallowed Thomas down his throat, it was no secret he loved to give blowjobs, the feel of a full mouth, the ache in your jaw, and the hard satin against your tongue then when you finally make it explode it's hidden treasure. Michael moaned quietly to himself and wrapped his hand around Thomas, slowly stroking his hand up and down as he swallowed as much as he could. "Suck the head," Thomas tugged him up by his hair and gripped him tight until Michael finally started lapping at the large head, the bittersweet taste of pre-cum oozing over his tongue and down his throat. "Just like that," "Mm," Michael suckled the head gently before his hair was released only to be grabbed again as he set a rhythm he liked, Michael allowed Thomas to move him because he knew it was what he wanted as well as what Thomas wanted. His other hand reached down to play with the heavy drawn up balls, the slight dusting of hair making Michael want to burst from his jeans. "Squeeze tighter," Thomas instructed as Michael looked up at him. His eyes screamed am I doing this okay? Michael squeezed his fist tighter around his shaft and Thomas bucked slightly. "I'm clean," Thomas grunted before he thrust his hips almost gagging him. Michael sucked harder knowing he was being asked for permission to have Thomas come in his mouth. He growled, then pushed him to the base of his cock and held him there as he jetted out hot cum into Michael's willing mouth. He choked but regained himself quickly and swallowed the hot cum down. Trails slipped down his cheeks and down his neck. He knew he'd failed and was ashamed to look at Thomas. Michael finally sucked him dry and continued to suckle on him until Thomas went soft; he rested his head on one of his jean-clad thighs and smiled shyly. Even though his cock hurt he wanted his Dom's approval more than to come. "We'll get you to swallow it all," Thomas swiped cum from his face and neck then held it to his lips. Michael sucked the juice from his finger and smiled shyly. "Good pup," Thomas smiled and sat up, he reached over to him, unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of the briefs. "My beautiful small man," Michael whimpered and nodded as his hips thrust wildly into Thomas' firm grip, it didn't take long before Michael spewed into that big hand, and he cringed inwardly as he realized what he had finally done. "I'm sorry, Sir," "You've apologized, that's good enough. If you do it again I'll have to punish you though," Thomas smiled and licked cum from his hand before he zipped his jeans back up. "You never come without your master's permission," "Yes, Sir," Michael zipped himself back up and looked at Thomas smiling widely down at him. "I'll see you at my house tomorrow. They'll be a car at your house at 9am so be awake, I expect you here by 9.40. Don't be late or you will be punished," he was kissed gently before Thomas handed him something. "Wear these," A small black box was placed in his hands, he opened it and saw the handcuffs fashioned into bracelets, the ones that Thomas took from him. "Just to make you remember that you're owned, beautiful," With that he left Michael to slip the shiny red leather cuffs on, the inside made of suede so they didn't hurt him, the silver chain wrapped around enough that it could still be cuffed but wouldn't get in the way. "He called me beautiful," Michael whispered to himself as he went downstairs, he saw Thomas laughing and drinking a beer near the barbecue. Michael smiled to himself before he asked the DJ to play a song. He snagged Blaine away from Chad as Shakira's Hips Don't Lie, blasted through the speakers; Blaine laughed and danced with him. Michael swiveled his hips and held his arms above his head, the shirt he was wearing bared his navel as he danced, showing the muscles jump and move seductively. Most people thought that only women could belly dance but Michael had mastered the art as he danced in his bedroom. Michael turned to grind his ass against Blaine, his arm wrapped around his neck. Blaine giggled and wrapped his arms around Michael's waist as they danced in the same beats, their bodies grinding and bumping against each other, before they knew it the song was finished and Blaine was being dragged away into the house by Chad. "Naughty pup," Thomas growled as he came up behind him at the buffet table, he shoved his groin into Michael's ass without it being noticeable to the crowd, the hard length hot against him. "Look what you've done to me," "Did you like my show then?" Michael giggled and turned his food balanced in his palm above him. "You're going to have to dance for me in private," "Sounds like fun," the rest of the night was spent dancing, laughing and just having a genuine good time. He was exhausted as he crawled into bed at 1am, his body crashing violently as he slept through almost all of Sunday, waking enough to use the bathroom and eat before he went to sleep again. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. His stomach was all butterflies again. **** "Crap, crap, crap!" Michael whispered as he heard the doorbell ring just as he got out of the shower, he rushed down the stairs and opened the door. "Are you Michael?" a man with shortly styled blonde hair with sunglasses stood on his doorstep, his lean muscled form dressed smartly in a designer suit. "Yes, I'll be with you in five minutes," "Mr. Thurston will not be happy," the blonde man smiled and held out his hand, "I'm Frank Darwin," "Nice to meet you," Michael quickly shook his hand and rushed back up the stairs, he didn't bother with styling his hair, he just pulled on his clothes and applied a line of eyeliner and mascara, a skinny pair of white jeans and a blue shirt. He was down the stairs within twenty minutes. He knew he was going to be in big trouble. Bound and In Love Ch. 02 This story contains BDSM and bondage material please do not continue to read if you do not like that kind of thing. Thank you for reading, comments and ratings are appreciated. * "What's this?" Michael fingered the odd shaped toy; it was cool to touch and made of red rubber, with a wide bottom, a cord from the bottom and a wireless control next to it. "It's a butt plug. I got it from Russia. It vibrates and expands. It works from a mile away." Thomas stood by him as he walked around the deep purple and black playroom. A black four poster bed dominated the middle of the room; one wall was covered in floggers, whips and riding crops, another was full of restraints, from metal to even cotton, then there were the drawers, a purple set of four drawers that were at least four foot long, so far he'd only looked in the top drawer. He was kind of scared to look in the other drawers. "How long did it take to get it all?" "I started when I was seventeen so eleven years around about." Thomas sat on the bed, with a deep purple silk bedspread, and waited as he explored the playroom. "Why did you start collecting it?" Thomas' face darkened before he shook his head and Michael frowned before turning back to the drawers and trying to fight the denial fighting through his body. "What do I need to do then?" Michael turned and smiled shyly at him, he was only standing there in grey sweatpants as he hands fiddled nervously with the cuffs on his wrists still. "Strip and kneel on the floor by the bed." Thomas watched as Michael stripped his sweatpants and then knelt by the floor, automatically assuming the position without being told. "I need to find out how much you can do. We'll see how good your control is today." "What do you mean by control, Sir?" "I mean how well you can stop yourself from coming. When I have you in the club I don't want you coming all over the leather before I'm ready for you." Thomas stroked Michael's cheek lovingly and watched as the smaller man rubbed his head against his hand. "Are you ready?" "Yes Sir." "I'll be back shortly." Thomas left him by the door, Michael didn't know how long he was sitting there, it could have been ten minutes to an hour but he sighed in relief as the door opened and Thomas' bare feet came into view, the worn and faded black denim loose around his ankles. He wanted to look up but knew he wasn't allowed to so he kept his gaze trained on Thomas' bare feet.  Even his feet were sexy. "Good pup." Thomas reached down and stroked his face again before bringing his chin up to look at him; he was standing only in the jeans, with the top button undone. Michael struggled not to imagine if he was going commando or was wearing those tight fitting black boxers he favored. "I want you to stand and go lie on the bed for me." Thomas dropped his hand and Michael stood on shaky legs, he waited a moment for the circulation to come back before he jumped onto the purple and black bed. He couldn't climb on it he had to jump to get up onto it since he was shorter than Thomas. He leant back and Thomas adjusted him so his head was on one of the feather pillows and spread his legs. Michael blushed, which was ridiculous considering Thomas had seen almost every inch of his scrawny body. "You're beautiful, Michael." Thomas whispered against his shoulder as he reached up to take the suede cuffs from the headboard and link them to each of his wrists. Michael tugged gently but the bindings didn't move an inch. "I don't want you to come until I say so. If you find it hard then use your safe word. Understand me?" "Yes Sir." Thomas knelt between his legs and grasped Michael's cock, squeezing tight until he gasped and bucked his hips. Thomas continued to stroke him until Michael was whimpering and clutching the silk sheets in his fists. "Not yet, Mikey." "Mph." Michael gritted his teeth and moaned as pleasure continued to wrack his body, he almost screamed as he watched Thomas lower his head and sucked him inside with one swallow. He whimpered again and fought the urge to thrust his hips or come. He began to name all the bands he knew that he liked, Metallica, Cradle of Filth, Of Mice & Men, Black Veil Brides. There was a deep suction and Thomas squeezed his balls hard, he felt his cock twitch and knew he was going to come and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Then Thomas stopped. "I'm dying to bury my cock deep inside your tight little ass." Thomas growled as he rubbed his thumb around his hole, Michael twitched and squeezed his eyes shut. Pierce the Veil. My Chemical Romance. "You're doing good, pup." Michael opened his mouth to say 'thank you, sir' but all that came out was a hoarse moan as Thomas sucked him inside again, his tongue lapped at the head and his hands rolled his drawn up balls, he wanted to come so badly it was hurting him but he couldn't. It was like his body knew it would disappoint Thomas if he did. Emotions spun around his head, he knew he loved Thomas and he knew he shouldn't. Tears seeped from his eyes as he struggled to keep hold of his control and his heart. He couldn't fall any more in love with him than he already was because he knew that in four months he would be gone. Michael would have to flit from club to club in search for his replacement Thomas but he knew deep down in his soul that he was the only man for him. The first time Michael saw him was world altering. Winter was then coming and Thomas and Chad had been ordered outside to help chop the wood and bring it inside. He had sat outside with a cup of hot chocolate and watched as Chad threw the logs in the wagon and his brother hefted the heavy axe and bought it down on log after log. The muscles bulged in the tight shirt and Michael was hard instantly. The next three years were trying to convince Thomas to pay attention to him, he stole his clothes, he turned up at his club, one time he even sat on his lap only to be pushed away with being told that he was too young. Granted he was only 15 at the time. He could understand where Thomas' point was coming from. Even as he was thinking about it he couldn't completely block out the pleasure of Thomas' hot wet mouth and he knew he was going to have to use his safe word. Thomas blew gently on the head of his cock and Michael watched through glazed eyes as pre-cum oozed from the slit. "White." Michael groaned and Thomas sat up and stroked his hand across Michael's bare stomach. "Do you want to come, Mikey?" "Yes Sir." Michael rolled his head and looked at the clock; they'd only been doing this for ten minutes. It felt like a lifetime to him. His cock throbbed angrily and pre-cum oozed from the slit at a sticky steady stream. "Where are your manners?" "Please, Sir." "Then come for me." Thomas gripped his cock and it was impossible for him to stop as he shot cum over his hand and wrist and his own stomach. Pleasure made his body numb for a few seconds and his stomach cramped in pleasure as he moaned his release out. "Clean it up." Thomas placed his hand near his mouth and Michael sucked the digits in his mouth, drinking up the salty cum. He licked down Thomas' wrist and the goo which had been collected from his stomach. "Good, pup." Thomas sat him up and kissed him, a deep, sensual kiss full of passion and dominance. It made him fall that little bit more for him; he put himself into that kiss, tugging the restraints. "Sorry, darlin'." Large hands reached up to unbuckle his hands and Michael threaded his hands through Thomas' dark hair and tried to take control of the new kiss. Thomas growled and pushed him onto the bed, pinning his wrists to the bed and shook his head at him. "Naughty, pup." "Sorry, Sir." Michael panted and looked away; he didn't want Thomas to see the tears in his eyes. "What's wrong, beautiful?" Thomas lifted him and sat him on his lap again; rubbing his hair away from his face and catching a lone tear that escaped. "It's nothing, honestly." Michael wiped his eyes and smiled a watery smile at Thomas. "You can tell me if anything is wrong, you know?" Thomas kissed his forehead and smiled at him. "Of course." Michael nodded and snuggled into Thomas, who picked him up and gently placed him on the counter in the dark en suite, a warm wash-cloth was swept over his skin and make up wipes were brushed over his face to remove that last of his eyeliner and mascara. That just made even more tears seep from him. "Let's get you to bed. We'll be doing that every day this week; I want you to be able to last up to an hour." "Is that all we'll be doing?" "What do you think about going to the club on Friday?" "Okay." Michael snuggled deeper into Thomas' arms as he was carried out the room and up another flight of stairs before he was being laid down on a comfy pine bed, Thomas pulled him away and tucked him bed. "Sleep, beautiful." Thomas kissed his forehead and turned as Michael grasped his wrist. "Stay, please?" "Not tonight." He kissed him again before leaving the room and closing the door behind him and Michael, he turned to rest his head against the wooden door and closed his eyes tightly. "Mr. Aero is here, Sir." Thomas turned too, looked at Darwin, he knew he must look terrible right now, he felt it. The fact that he didn't want to leave Michael and he knew he was the reason that he was crying right now, and then that Rudy was here didn't make it any better. "Tell him to leave, Darwin. He knows he shouldn't be here. If he's not gone in ten minutes I'll call the police. There is a reason for restraining orders." Thomas turned and slammed the door to his study before he buried himself in his work. He couldn't think of Michael or ex's right at his moment. **** He was awake before the sun rose. Michael stretched out on the soft bed, sighing as his joints popped loudly. His cock was solid as he wandered into the en suite and adjusted the water so it was almost scalding. He was humming to himself as he stepped from the shower, reaching over and grabbing a towel from the heated rack. "Breakfast is on the table." Michael squeaked and placed the towel in front of his body, hiding his privates. Thomas quirked an eyebrow and grinned as he leant against the door frame. "Shy?" "No?" "Why does that sound like a question? Come." Thomas crooked his finger and Michael cautiously made his way closer. Thomas kissed his cheek before stealing the towel and drying him gently with it. Michael's heart pounded in his chest as they stood in an embrace for a few moments. "Kitchen. I hope omelet is okay. I remember you saying you were a vegetarian?" Thomas allowed him to get dressed before heading towards the kitchen. "I told Chad that almost two years ago." "Good memory." Thomas shrugged like it was no big deal and sat at the barstool.  "Hmm." he sat delicately on the stool, his ass tender the next day around. He picked the metal fork and stabbed viciously at the egg white omelet. It smelled delightful. The aroma of eggs, onion, ham and peppers blended as he slipped the piece of egg between his lips. "Have you ever been spanked before?" Michael coughed and pounded his chest as he choked on the piece of egg before looking up and glaring at Thomas. He sat there with a grin on his face as he awaited his answer. "Of course..." "Michael." Thomas growled before picking his cup of coffee up and placing the hot liquid to his lips before sipping the black contents of the cup. "Never, okay?" Michael looked at his plate and pushed his food around the plate. It didn't seem as appetizing as it did a few moments ago. "Then why do you like this?" Thomas gestured around him. "Why did you say two when I asked about pain?" "Because you like it." Michael stood and took his plate towards the sink as Thomas grasped his wrist and glared down at him. He was picked up and placed on the breakfast bar so he was eye-level with Thomas. "And when I did have sex I loved the bite of pain you get every time it happens." "That's not the same thing." Thomas growled and thrust his hands through his dark hair. "I'm not doing this with you if you're not one hundred percent sure this is what you want." Thomas' hands slid out and linked his wrists together in one of his hands. The other pushed through Michael's blonde hair. "I want you. I'm one hundred percent sure about that. I can become what you need." Michael pulled his hands free and ran them through Thomas' hair. His hands were pulled away as Thomas paced along the black tiled floor. "Thomas?" "Don't, Michael. I can't do this if you're not fully committed to it." Thomas turned and Michael bit his lip as tears pooled in his eyes. He'd probably just messed his only chance to be with Thomas up. "I don't want someone who wants this because I want it!" "I promise I am. I've looked at everything, I swear. I've even been to a few clubs." he jumped from the island and wrapped his arms around Thomas' broad waist. He buried his face in his muscled chest and breathed in the unique mint scent that clung to Thomas everywhere he went. "I swear on my life. I need this, I need you." "You fucking lied to me." there was an angry undertone to the sentence but it wasn't spoken in a hateful manner. "I didn't mean to lie. I really wanted you and I like pain..." he trailed off as Thomas turned to glare at him further. "Sorry." "Who touched you at these clubs?" Thomas growled and grasped his biceps and pushing him back so he could look into his eyes. Michael's heart stuttered in his chest at the possessive streak shining in those chocolate eyes. "I...I only went this year...they wouldn't let me in earlier..." Michael stammered as his cock hardened. "Even if I did have a fake ID. They said they spotted it miles off..." "That's not what I asked, Michael." "One guy. I already said I had a Dom but he touched anyway." Michael stroked Thomas' chest and nuzzled his face back there when the grip was released on his arms. "I'll train you. We'll start out light and see if you can handle it. Tell me his name and where he touched you." Thomas tucked his chin up and bent down to kiss him. It was a kiss full of promise and speculation. Michael wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck and threw himself into the kiss, moaning as hands gripped his ass and pushed him against the island. "Mr. Thurston." Frank's voice boomed into the kitchen and Michael jumped away from him. "Yes, Darwin?" "Your nine o'clock is here." "Thank you." Thomas turned back to Michael and frowned at him. "Why so sad, Mikey?" "You're still having clients?" Michael ducked from his arms and washed his hands in the sink as he cleaned the table and placed them back in the rightful cupboards. "No. Marcus take the clients now and leave that, someone will clean it." "Who's Marcus? I can't leave it." Michael gave him pleading eyes and Thomas let him carry on with whatever he was doing. "My business partner." "Have you had sex with him?" "Michael!" Thomas growled at him and pulled him from the sink, forcing him to look him directly in the eyes. "It's no business of yours but yes I have." "When?" "He wanted to know how to be a Dom so I trained him." "I thought you only train people to be submissive?" Michael frowned in confusion and Thomas leant forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. "No, darlin'. I train them either to be Dom or submissive. I'll show you one day." "I don't want to see." Michael twisted his hands together and looked up at Thomas. "So I'm yours then?" "All mine, love."  "Will you ever have sex with me?" "How does your mind change so drastically?" Thomas reached up and threaded his fingers through Michael's hair. "Talent." Michael shrugged and looked at him hopefully, a lock of blonde/blue hair falling in his face as he spoke. "Rudy and he touched my ass a few times." "Who's Rudy?" Thomas growled his heart seizing in his chest as Michael frowned at him. "The guy that...um...touched me. Are you angry at me, Thom?" Michael reached out and placed his palms on his broad chest, the muscles flexing under his hands. "I'm not angry. Do you know this Rudy's last name?" "Yeah. He's named after a chocolate bar. Aero. Rudy Aero." Michael nodded and winced as Thomas ripped his hands from his hair before leaving the kitchen. He heard the garage door whir to life and then Thomas' bike left the garage. **** "I think I done something wrong." Michael sniffled into the phone three hours later at his house. He'd waited two hours for Thomas to come back but he hadn't. It had taken him an hour to walk home. "What happened? Did he hurt you?" Blaine whispered vehemently down the line. It was the first time Michael had ever heard Blaine get angry. The small man never seemed to get angry. "We...we were talking about me never...doing BDSM." he ignored Blaine's shocked gasp. "I told him that...that a Dom touched me. He asked his name and I told him. He freaked...I don't know what to do." Michael wiped his nose on a tissue and crawled into his bed; the silk sheets settled over his skin and comforted him. There were murmured words over the line before rustling. "What was the Dom's name?" Chad was on the phone now. His voice assertive and demanding. It made him think of Thomas. "Rudy Aero. Why?" "Fucking cock-sucking dick headed asshole!" Chad growled down the phone. Michael was sure it wasn't about him. He hoped. "What? What have I done?" "Rudy was his ex." "No..." Michael whispered as he gripped the Metallica t-shirt tight in his fist, tears flowing down his cheeks. Rudy was Thomas' ex. He didn't know the full story behind what happened between them but he knew he had been with Rudy since he was 15. They broke up when he was 24. He'd never understood why Thomas had managed to collect everything in his playroom whilst under the control of his Dominant ex boyfriend. "Oh God!" Michael held his hand over his mouth, his stomach threatening to spew his lunch over the expensive sheets. He looked up as he heard raised voices from outside his bedroom. "I don't give a fuck if he's your son. He's my boyfriend and I want to see him!" He hung the phone up without explanation and tossed it into its cradle. The little red light was blinking furiously at him. He obviously had messages on there. The number announced it to be Thomas. "Michael has never told me he's got a boyfriend." his mother chimed in, the way she spat 'boyfriend' made him cringe. "It's new. We've only been together a week." Thomas' voice was getting deeper. He leapt from the bed and threw open his door, looking at the hulk of a man next to his small mother. Her worried blonde head swung towards him. He nodded his head that it was okay as Thomas pushed his way into his bedroom. "I don't like your Mom." He was dragged into the walk-in closet and pushed against the shelf of dress shirts. "Not many people do." Michael grunted as his back encountered a coat hanger. "You had to fuck him didn't you? The one man I want to fucking kill!" Thomas rested his forehead on his shoulder and Michael hesitantly reached up to cradle his head. "I...I didn't have sex with him." "So bloody polite." Thomas nuzzled his neck and that was when Michael got the bitter aroma of brandy up his nose. His heart galloped into his throat as he looked at Thomas' nuzzling head. "You're...drunk." Michael tried to push him but Thomas groaned and wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him tight to him. "Tipsy only had a few." "Come to bed." he managed to slide out from underneath the great weight and tugged him towards the bedroom. He knocked off boots, underwear and jeans as he held onto the shelves for support. Bound and In Love Ch. 02 Michael pushed him onto the bed and stripped him of his shirt, biker boots, and unzipped the black jeans. He tapped Thomas' hip and he was rewarded when his hips lifted enough for him to slip the jeans off and over his feet. He left the boxers on. "Suck my cock, darlin'." Thomas grabbed Michael's head and pushed it towards his crotch. There was no doubt that he couldn't get it up, even when he was drunk. There was an obvious straining in his black boxers as the buttons threatened to pop free. "Sleep." Michael pushed him back onto the bed and pulled the sheets from underneath him. He tucked Thomas in before kissing his forehead and sitting next to him. It was seconds before snores came from that big body and Michael allowed himself to sleep next to Thomas. His eyes snapped open later with Thomas' large figure holding him to the bed. "You think you can hurt me and make it my fault? It's your fucking fault!" Thomas yelled at him and pushed him deeper into the mattress, his hand over his mouth. He was having a nightmare. "Thomas. It's Michael." he managed to shout as he wretched his head away from the big hand covering his airways. "Shut up, Rudy." Thomas' grip tightened around his wrists which were pinned above his head. "Thomas!" Michael sobbed as tears rolled down his face the second time that night. His breathing was getting shallower and he was on the verge of having a panic attack when Thomas' eyes cleared and then widened considerably. "Mikey? Did I hurt you?" the panicked note to that deep voice hurt him. "You're hurting me now." his eyes flicked towards his still restrained hands and Thomas released them quickly. It felt like an iron band was constricting around his chest and he couldn't breathe right. "I'm...sorry." "You were having a nightmare." Michael pushed away from Thomas and stuck his head between his knees, gulping in oxygen. "I'm sorry." Thomas hesitantly reached out and placed his hand on Michael's back. "What happened between you and Rudy?" he turned his head and kissed Thomas' chest, just above his nipple. "I don't want to talk about it." "Please? You know everything about me; I know nothing about you." "Lay on the bed." Thomas commanded as he stood from the bed. His body tilting slightly before he shook his head, dark hair falling in his face and over equally dark eyes. "Thomas?" "Sir." he snapped. Michael closed his eyes and rested back on the feather pillows, his clothes were ripped from him and his hands restrained above his head with the blue tie Thomas had been wearing. He tried again. "Sir?" "Be quiet, Mikey. I'll tell you later. Now open those beautiful eyes, darlin'." his Thomas was back. He opened his eyes and smiled wryly at his hulking figure of a boyfriend. "I love you." Michael blurted and watched as Thomas shook his head at him but smiled slightly. It was the second time he'd told him he loved him. This reaction was better than the first. "How about I suck your cock and see how long you last, sweetheart?" "Okay." he nodded his head rapidly and watched as Thomas features brightened as his head bent down to swallow his cock. The pleasure surrounded him. He loved this part of his training. The clock ticked lazily by as he was pleasured. He didn't expect himself to come the second Thomas' finger was pushed inside his ass. "Naughty." "Sorry, Sir." "I want you to suck my cock as I spank you. Twenty five." his hands were released and he climbed awkwardly onto Thomas' lap. He was rearranged so he was lying on top, his ass directly in front of Thomas' face. His cheeks flushed, both sets. "Sir..." "No, Mikey. You're not moving, now suck." a spank was landed on his ass and he whimpered before swirling his tongue over the broad, bulging cock that was throbbing in his face. Spanks rained down on his ass as he tried to get Thomas off before the spanks were finished. "If I come before I finish spanking you then I'll spank you more. What number was that, Michael?" He was supposed to be counting? He tried to search his mind for a number that could seem plausible. "Twelve..." "Nine. Let's start again." that big hand was bought down on his already stinging behind. He didn't think he could last twenty five more. "Suck my cock, Mikey." He really does like saying my name. Michael reached out and wrapped his hands around the shaft before swallowing it down again. His jaw was aching, tears were running down his face and his ass was on fire. He didn't think he would be able to handle much more of this. "Number!" Thomas commanded. "Nineteen, Sir." "Good boy." He yelped as a spank landed directly on his hole. The little pucker danced for Thomas as more spanks were rained down on his poor hole. He rolled the light dusting of hairy balls in his mouth, sucking the loose skin into his mouth. His balls were spanked, hard. He whimpered and pushed his ass closer amazingly. His mouth transferred to the broad head again. He actually made a screaming moan when Thomas' large hand spanked the tender head of his cock; he felt it in his ass. Wherever Michael was paying attention Thomas was too. "One more, sweetheart." Michael braced himself for the spank. It landed on his perineum. Pain sizzled along his balls, cock, ass and hole. Tears landed in heavy drops against lightly hairy thighs as he continued to suck him. There was a scar from the crease where thigh met groin to just above his cock. His cock thickened but before it let jets of cum into his mouth Thomas grasped his head and pulled it away from his cock so the hot liquid splashed on his face. It oozed on his lips, dripping over Thomas' cock and balls as he leant over to clean Thomas. "Clean me." Michael nuzzled and licked Thomas' clean until he was turned around and his forehead was kissed. "I'm sorry. The last one was painful, huh?" "Yes, Sir." he nodded and wiped his cheeks before kissing Thomas' chest again. "Why was I punished?" "Did it feel like punishment?" "Not really..." Michael flushed as he looked at his still rock-hard cock. "He forced me into being his submissive." as he tried to raise his head it was pushed back against his chest as they reclined back on the bed. "I was a rebellious teen; horny, angry and scared about coming out. Rudy was twenty and in college. There was an instant attraction." He didn't say anything in fear that he would stop talking. His head moved with Thomas' deep breath. "We had sex for the first time and he hit me. Not spanking but actually hitting. I was bruised for weeks. "Where did he hit you?" "On my ribs and hips, where it could be hidden. That's enough. Go to sleep." Thomas' voice cleared from its huskiness and he was rolled over before being hugged against. "Thomas?" "I said that's enough, Michael. Go to sleep." Michael sighed but closed his eyes. At least Thomas had told him some of his secret. It was better than nothing. **** "Sit." "Err..." Michael was hesitant about this. One he didn't like really like the color purple and two he didn't think Thomas had ever even dyed hair before. Thomas' hair looked natural, without the help of fake coloring. "Come on. It will look fine." he was pushed onto the dining chair in Thomas' house as his hair was spiked with some dye able gel. Who would have thought you could buy that? He closed his eyes as the bottle was squeezed onto his hair, the now gooey hair sticking to his forehead. Hair dye was a bitch to get off skin. "Thirty minutes, darlin'." Thomas announced as he snapped the rubber gloves off with a wink. The time flew by as he helped bake cookies. Oat and raisin since Thomas didn't like chocolate. Who didn't like chocolate? His head was pushed over the kitchen sink and a shower head was placed over his hair, the purple running in the water made his heart jump. He'd never had purple hair, but it was Thomas' favorite color so he gave in. "Stand." his hair was towel dried before a hair-dryer was blasted at it. Thomas smiled at him and Michael stood on his tiptoes to kiss him. "Take a look." he said after he'd brushed the hair back from his eyes. Michael swallowed before turning to look at the vintage mirror that hung over the sink. He looked great. Thomas had managed to keep the blue in somehow. He now had flecks of blue in his pale purple hair. "How did you do this?" "Chad went through a phase when he was fourteen. I helped him." "Thank you." "You're welcome, Mikey." he was dragged closer and music started whispering quietly in the background of the kitchen and living room. "Why don't we dance?" Michael reached up and wrapped his arms around Thomas' neck as he was hoisted closer. "I'm not a very good dancer." Michael lied. "Don't lie to me. I've seen you dance, remember?" Thomas quirked his eyebrow and kissed behind his ear.  "I don't want to leave." "It's almost September, love. You start college soon." "Where has the year gone?" he whispered as he buried his head in Thomas' chest. His deep voice sung quietly in Michael's ear as he forced himself to reality. "Let my body love your body, baby, all night long. I wanna write a song about you now, something from the bottom of my heart." "I can't believe Chad and Blaine managed to squirm away for four months." "Young love, sweetheart." he was twirled around the living room, his heart galloping in his chest as Thomas finally looked his age. He was carefree and laughing. His eyes sparkled and his cock hardened considerably. "I'm young. We're young." "What college are you going to?" he was bluntly ignored but Michael just shrugged it off. It wasn't like he didn't have Thomas to himself. "Ohio State." "That's almost a seven hours drive, each way." he was pulled onto the sofa and he curled up in Thomas' lap, his face nuzzling again. "I only have to go Monday through to Thursday. We wouldn't see each other those days anyway. I'd come home for the days I'm off." Michael blabbered out his stomach in knots. Thomas had never asked him where he was going to college before. "I'm not bothered about the drive, Michael." "Then what is it?" "You've promised me not to fuck around, remember?" "Of course I remember. I love you, Thomas. I'd never cheat on you." he reached up and kissed his bristly cheek. The stubble itched on his face but he wasn't bothered. "Fine. Why couldn't you have gone to the local college like Chad and Blaine?" "I want to be a nurse. I've always loved it." "When do you move in?" "I need to be there Monday for orientation." "You weren't going to tell me?" Thomas' voice had deepened and it sent a pleasant through his gut and into his crotch. It shouldn't but it did. "I was going to. I just didn't know how." "Probably on the way there," Thomas grumbled at him. "No..." that was exactly what he was going to do. "Are you packed?" he nodded and wiped his eyes. He seemed to be crying all the time with Thomas. It wasn't Thomas' fault though. "Come with me." He was lifted and carried up the magnificent set of stair, all three flights. Thomas pushed into the door on the very end and Michael gasped. One entire wall was made of glass, he could see out onto Ohio. A white wooden bed sat in the centre of the room with the furnishing all black. The room had pictures around it. There was one of the Thomas' family. Chad and Blaine, and him and Thomas on graduation day. A flat screen TV adorned the wall opposite the bed with a cabinet filled with DVD's and CD's, and a Hi-Fi system in the corner. "What are we doing in your room?" "I'm going to fuck you." "Why?" "Don't you want to?" Thomas stripped his shirt off and then kicked his boots of with a wicked grin. "Yeah..." "Then get naked, just me and you. No Dom no sub, just Michael and Thomas." "Vanilla? I didn't know you fucked vanilla. I thought it was all whips and chains with you." Michael smiled wryly and stripped from his clothes as Thomas sat on the edge of the bed, his large hand fisting his own cock. "You know? Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!" "How am I going to survive five days without you?" "It's only four." Michael whispered as he straddled Thomas' lap. His cock nudged at his hole and made him whimper quietly. "Five. Fourteen hours to drive there and back." large arms wrapped around his waist and held him in an iron grasp. "I'll call you every day. I promise." he sniffled again and hid his face in Thomas' neck. "Shh. Let's leave the subject alone. There are more important things to attend to, love." He was pushed from Thomas' lap and onto the bed. His legs were spread as he knelt between them. "You know what I want to do, darlin'?" "Have sex with me?" "Yes but first I want to eat...here." Thomas pushed a finger inside him lightly and Michael sighed. He watched as Thomas shuffled down the bed to lay on his stomach his nose level to Michael's balls. He wasn't expecting the first touch. Thomas' tongue stroked over his hole. He moaned as pleasure sizzled along his spine and his cock stiffened further, sticking perpendicular to his body. "Relax." He took a deep breath and willed his body to relax. The hot wet feeling of that tongue compared to the sharp scratch of stubble on his ass cheeks almost made him come undone but he was determined to prove to Thomas that he could control himself even if he wasn't in training. A rough hand reached up to tug at the skin of his balls as Thomas' tongue reached deep inside his body. His cock pulsed as his hands tangled in the sheets. "Please..." "Please what?" "Have sex with me." "Not until you tell me to fuck you." Thomas laughed evilly and continued his torture on him. He knew Michael wouldn't say that. He couldn't say that. "Please, Thom." "Say it." "F..." "Almost there, Michael." Thomas fiddled about behind him and then Michael moaned quietly as a lubed finger slipped in his ass. Michael leant forward and kissed him on the lips. They dueled and fought but Thomas forced him into submission. Another finger pushed in beside the first one. "Thom, don't be...horrible!" Michael panted and ground his hips against Thomas. "I want to hear your dirty mouth." "Fuck me...please." Michael gasped out, his cheeks blazing. "Bingo." Thomas crooked his fingers and had the satisfaction of watching Michael gasp and thrust his hips backward onto his fingers. Thomas chuckled evilly and added another finger, doing a scissoring motion to loosen Michael's body for him. "What was that?" "Your sweet spot. Haven't you ever played with it?" "No..." he whimpered again as Thomas started rapidly stroking his sweet spot before the snap of rubber reached his ears. "I want you bareback."  "No. We don't know if you're clean yet." They'd sent him to be checked two weeks ago and the results still weren't back yet. "I've swallowed your cum." Michael protested. "No, Mikey." Thomas placed his lube slicked, covered cock against the entrance of Michael's ass. "Deep breath." Michael took a deep breath then groaned as his ass was breached. The burning tingled in his ass and along his thighs. Thomas was larger than anything or anyone he'd ever taken before. Finally his hips met flush with Michael's backside. "Are you alright?" "Mm. Move." "Don't want to hurt you." "Move, damn it." Michael's eyes popped open to glare at Thomas who chuckled then slipped back slightly before driving back in deep. He hit his sweet spot. Thomas bought him to the edge and left him dangling as he changed his position and speed. He kept doing it. He was flipped over and bought up to his hands and knees. Thomas' large hands gripped his hips tightly as he pounded into him from behind. There was going to be bruises on him in the morning and he loved every single second of it. "Oh God..." Michael whimpered and reached down to stroke his hard cock but Thomas batted his hand away. Michael groaned and reached up to wrap his fingers around one of the wooden slats of the headboard. Thomas twirled his hips and ran his finger nail down Michael's spine. "You won't come until I tell you too." "You said no Dom." "Manners, Mikey." Thomas swiveled his hips again and laughed again as he gripped tighter on the wood as his cock throbbed painfully. "Please..." Michael thought he would come apart at the seams if he didn't come quickly. His balls drew up tight against his body and his ass clenched around Thomas in a death grip. Pleasure made goose bumps rise on his sweating body. "Please what?" "Let me come." "Wasn't that hard was it?" Thomas grunted and buried himself deep inside Michael while he reached under and grasped his small cock, jacking it at the perfect friction. He couldn't come though. It was like it was trapped between something but he couldn't figure out what that was. "Come on, Mikey." "I...can't." he tried. He let himself relax but his cock throbbed more viciously at him. Thomas flipped him and pushed back inside. "Come for me, baby." Thomas very rarely called him baby. Michael opened his eyes and looked into chocolate brown ones. He was kissed and that was all it finally took. His cock twitched angrily before spewing cum from the slit and over both of them. Michael gasped, clenched his fists in the sheets and arched his back. Thomas grunted before his cock swelled further in his ass and he finally found his own release. He waited for the aftershocks to wane before he slipped out watching Michael wince. He tied the condom and wrapped Michael in his arms. "Good?" "Phenomenal..." Michael yawned and snuggled in closer. "You can't sleep here." it pained him to say it but he didn't want Michael to be a victim of one of his nightmares again. "Just...for a sec," his words slurred before quiet snores snuck from him. Well they weren't actually snores; they were more like little snuffling sounds. Thomas frowned at the precious bundle in his arms. Somehow he would make it work for them. Even if Michael was going to be over two hundred miles away.   **** "Why did you sleep with me last night?" Michael asked the next morning as he sat upright in the bed. Tonight was the night he was going to Thomas' club. His stomach fluttered like a thousand butterflies had taken residence there. "I wanted to. I couldn't think about not being with you in every way before you left." Thomas grumbled as he rolled from the bed and stretched. Michael rolled over and licked his lips. His ass was sore but that didn't mean it didn't clench in pleasure at the thought of Thomas and his large cock. He reached out and ran his fingertips over the curve of the perfect ass. "What are you doing, Mikey?" "Just wanted to touch you..." "Okay." Thomas walked into a walk-in closet and tossed black boxers, black slacks and a white dress shirt out and onto the floor. "Why are you dressing so smartly?" Michael slipped from the bed and put his clothes on from the previous night. "You've got clothes here, Michael." he was tugged into the closet and a set of doors were open at the back to reveal another walk-in full of all his clothes. "This must have cost thousands." "Doesn't matter," Thomas kissed behind his ear with a whisper of, "Get dressed, darlin'." "Why?" "I'm taking you to the club and showing you what we're going to be doing tonight." He chose a blue polo shirt and khakis. It wasn't his type of dress sense but he thought he would need to make an impression on the staff at Thomas' club. "Wear something that represents you. I don't want you to wear this..." Thomas pulled the polo off and urged his arms up and pulled a black t-shirt with pink writing that said 'Laters, baby.' Bound and In Love Ch. 02 "A Christian Grey t-shirt, how ironic." "Drop the khakis. Put these on." a green pair of skinny jeans was handed to him as were a pair of knee high boots with buckles and chains crossed over them. He dressed, styled his hair and put his make up on. He'd forgotten to shower but he didn't want to wash the memory of Thomas away. He'd woken at almost midnight to a warm washcloth running over his body anyway. "Let's drive." Michael slid on the back of Thomas' motorcycle and wrapped his arms around his large man. Thomas stroked his hands gently before placing a helmet on his head and passing on back to Michael. A few seconds later the rumble of the engine started under their behinds. "Hold on tight, love." Thomas veered down the street and Michael hid his face in Thomas' broad back. If he was totally honest he wasn't really that excited about motorcycles. He was excited by the man riding them though. When they arrived at the club Thomas put the helmets on the seat and unlocked the door. It wasn't even open yet and the place felt deserted. The only person there was the cleaner boy. "Daniel, why don't you go home?" "Sir?" the small, dark hair man frowned at his boss and Thomas shooed him with his hand. "I've still got the booths to do." "Karri will do them when she comes in for her shift. Go see your Mother." Thomas took the bottle from the small man's hand and the boy flashed a grateful smile at him before rushing from the club.  "So..." Michael hoisted himself onto a nearby table and swung his legs back and forth. Thomas grinned and strolled up to him. "How are you feeling?" "Fine." "How's your ass?" Thomas leered and Michael flushed before nodding slowly. "What was that?" "Fine." "Good." "Do you plan of having sex with me here?" Michael looked around the club and frowned. He was hoping to have a few more private sessions with Thomas before they went public. "No. I want to get to know every inch of you before I fuck you in public." "So what are we doing tonight?" "First I was thinking..." Michael followed Thomas around the club and nodded at the things he liked and the things he didn't want to do in public. They must have spent almost an hour deciding what was going to happen that night. "Meet me at the club at nine tonight. That's when it's the busiest." "What are we doing today?" "I've got to do the books so you're free to do what you want." "I'll go see Chad and Blaine." Michael decided and kissed Thomas. The kiss was hard to keep minimal but Thomas had told him that he wasn't going to come until late in the night. The suspense was the best part he thought. **** "He's taking you to the club tonight?" Chad asked as he and Blaine reclined on their sofa in their new apartment. It was comfy for two people. "Yes." "Can we go watch?" Blaine asked as he sat up. Michael's eyes widened and he shook his head rapidly. "Why not?" "It would creep you out; seeing all the chains and stuff." "I know what would scare me. I want to see you and Thomas." "I don't really want to see my brother naked." "He won't be naked...right?" Blaine turned to Michael for confirmation who just shrugged before fiddling with the necklace. "Why don't you want us there?" "You'll think I'm messed up and want nothing to do with me anymore." "I'm curious to see Thomas in action and see how happy you are, Michael." Blaine reached out and clasped Michael's hands in his and smiled at him. "Stay where I can't see you. I'd be embarrassed if I saw you in the middle of it." "Promise, Can we go, Chaddie?" Blaine turned the puppy eyes on Chad who glared before sighing. "Whatever my husband wants," Chad kissed Blaine's temple and the threesome sat watching movies for the rest of the day. With the exception of Blaine who disappeared to make brownies at noon. **** "Are you sure you want to do this?" Thomas asked he threaded a tie around Michael's neck later that night. They'd arrived at the club later that night to prepare for the evening. Chad and Blaine said they were going to head in later and had gotten guest passes for the night from Thomas. "Yes." "Are you sure you're comfortable in this?" Thomas gestured to his body and Michael looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing a pair of leather pants, a skin-tight black vest shirt and a red tie. He didn't have any shoes on. "I don't understand the tie or the no shoes." He admitted and turned to look at Thomas. His man was wearing leather pants and a button up black shirt. He completed the look by leaving the first three buttons undone and matched it all with expensive Italian loafers. "The no shoes are so if you kick out tonight you won't hurt me or you. The tie is for this." Thomas wrapped the tie around his hand and pulled on it. Michael fell into Thomas' waiting arms and lips. The kiss was brief but hot. It had him immediately hard. "Mkay..." Michael opened his eyes and looked up at Thomas. "Remember what this signal means?" Thomas asked as he stroked his knuckles down Michael's cheek. "That you want me to look at you." "This one," Thomas trailed his hand over Michael's bare shoulder and down to his wrist. "That you want me to stand." "If you start to feel uncomfortable then just use your safe words. Understand me?" "Yes." "Yes what?" "Yes Sir," "Good, pup. Let's go." Thomas wrapped his arm around Michael's waist and out the door of Thomas' office. They slowly made their way down the metal stairs, careful of Michael's bare feet. Thomas had instructed earlier that they were going to get a drink and meet some of his happy customers before the show began. "There are so many people here." Michael whispered as he clung to Thomas' side. "Not one will touch you. I promise." Thomas sat down in a booth and almost immediately a waiter dressed in a black shirt and tight slacks was placing drinks down in front of them. Thomas dabbed a bit of salt on the paper napkin before putting his sweating drink on it. "So it doesn't stick darlin'." "Thomas! Glad to see you in the club again." A tall, well-muscled man sat down in the booth opposite and a slim man sat next to him. Thomas smiled and turned his attention to Michael. "I've had...prior engagements." Michael's cheek flushed as he looked continued to look at his lap, like Thomas had instructed him to do. "I can see why. Are you showing him off?" "Of course," Thomas threaded his arm behind Michael's back and pulled him closer to his body. A man's cry of pain echoed around the club and Thomas' head immediately snapped up and he searched his club for the man who made the cry. Seeing a man holding his cheek, with tears running down his face Michael pointed the man out. "Come, darlin'. Sorry to leave so quickly, Richard." "No worries." Richard stroked a hand down his sub's cheek and watched as the boy turned to him. Thomas nudged him from the booth and the couple made their way towards the injured man. A larger man was shouting at the younger man. Michael only caught wisps of the conversation. "...not right..." "...punished..." "...sorry..." Michael smiled at the younger man and he smiled back hesitantly. Thomas put his hand on the other man's broad shoulder. The man turned an angry glare at Thomas. "Get away from my boy." "Do you realize who you're talking to?" Thomas asked and gently nudged Michael behind him. Michael frowned but stepped behind him. He didn't want to get on the wrong side of the very large man. "Just another pathetic Dom. This whole club stinks of fakery." "I'll have you know that I own this club. If you're into the hard-core scene then this isn't the place for you." "A BDSM club is supposed to cater to all needs." The man sneered as he looked Michael up and down. "This is my club, my rules. You would have read the rules before Andrew bought you inside on a guest pass." "This little punk doesn't know what he's doing." "Leave my club and don't come back." Thomas reached out and pulled the smaller man, Andrew, to him. The man went willingly and quickly. "You're not allowed to touch another man's submissive without their Dom's permission." "Do you want this man to be your Dom?" Thomas asked Andrew who shook his head rapidly. "Leave before I call security." "We're not done here, Andrew." The man spun on his heel and stormed from the club with a security guard following his every move. Thomas then turned to Andrew. "Take a seat in the lounge. Jesse will see to you." "Um..." Andrew turned and a waiter stood beside him. The waiter escorted him towards the back of the club and into a secluded room. "Sorry, love. Are you ready?" "Yes Sir." "Then kneel." Thomas stepped up onto one of the platforms that had a bar hanging from the ceiling and a variety of floggers and whips. Michael licked his lips and knelt down on the soft floor. A small crowd had started to gather once they realized that Thomas was finally giving a show. "May I ask a question, Sir?" "Of course," Thomas knelt on the floor in front of him and took Michael's slim wrists into his hands and cuffed them together. He stroked his knuckles down the smooth cheek and baby blue eyes looked up at him. "How long has it been since you've done a show?" "Almost a year now, I want you to keep silent and count. Twenty across your back; are you alright with that?" "I'll try, Sir." Michael cast his eyes down to the red cushioned floor and watched Thomas' as he slipped his shoes off and he saw the end of a whip from the corner of his eye. "After every five we're going to remove an item of clothing. First off with your shirt." Thomas knelt again and produced a pair of scissors. Michael swallowed as the cool metal cut the warm fabric of his shirt away from his body. The scraps of black fabric fell to the floor and he was left wearing the tie. Thomas stood again and walked around to his back. The tension in the air was so thick he could almost taste it. The crack of the whip echoed through the air and Michael didn't feel anything for a moment and then the other blow came and he felt heat tingle down his back. He tried to hold his moan in but a whisper slipped from his lips. He was hard and straining against his pants. Three more blows rained down on his back. They burnt for a few seconds before it blossomed into a warm heat. Thomas touched his shoulder and helped him stand before kneeling before him again. Thomas unbuttoned his pants before gently pulling them down his thighs. The tight boxers Thomas had made him put o left nothing to the imagination. Thomas rose and touched his shoulder again. Words weren't needed. They knew what they were doing. Thomas kept a hold of his elbow so he didn't face plant the floor when he knelt down again. The sixth blow was unexpected. It sizzled along his lower spine and he arched his back, his head dropping back in pleasure. He couldn't stop the moan that slipped through. A gasp went through the crowd as Thomas whipped him again. He was so hard that he was sure that he was going to break through the flimsy material. He knew if Thomas touched his cock that he would explode without any help. He panted as another blow landed on his shoulder. The last two landed vertical down his spine. He jumped as Thomas turned to him again and helped him up. His boxers were pulled down and he flushed crimson. "Are you hurting?" Thomas asked as he looked into Michael's teary eyes. "Not in that way." Michael husked and looked down at his red cock. It was so hard and swollen that it was getting painful. Even the air was hurting it. "We'll do these last ten and then I'll take you to my office and fuck you." "Please..." Michael whimpered and his fingers twitched with the need to touch Thomas. Fingers brushed through his hair and he looked into chocolate eyes. "Soon, baby." Thomas understood him as he gently nudged his head down. Tears flowed freely from his eyes. He understood the reason now why Thomas had told him to leave the make-up off for the night. He didn't feel the first five but the sixth caught the top of his ass. Pain morphed into pleasure and sizzled through his body. The last four didn't hurt. They made pleasure shoot through his cock and body. When he heard the whip being put on the table he almost wept with pleasure. Thomas helped him stand and gently undone the cuffs on his wrists. It was only then he realized they were still in the club and at least ninety people had seen the show. A black head and blonde head reached his vision as he saw Chad and Blaine. "Thomas..." Michael whimpered and buried his face in that broad chest. Thomas made shushing noises and stroked his hair. His cock pounded viciously and Thomas reached down and grasped him tight in his large fist. "I can't..." "Let it go, darlin'." Thomas kissed him and squeezed him gently. Michael whimpered as he cock shot onto Thomas' black shirt. It stood stark against the black fabric. His body continued to convulse for a few moments as Thomas wrung every last drop from his body. "Let me take you into the back and clean you up." Thomas helped him back into his boxers and lifted him. The welts on his back throbbed angrily and he couldn't stop the pained moan. "Just a few more minutes..." He was placed stomach first onto the leather sofa. His back burned and he rubbed his cheek on one of the fluffy cushions. A warm press of wet hands pushed gently at his back. He sighed as the stinging almost immediately disappeared. There was a knock on the door and Thomas placed a blanket over him before he opened it. "How is he?" Blaine's concerned voice flitted through the room as Thomas closed the door behind them. "Tired," Michael mumbled into the pillow and turned to look at them. "You guys look hot." It was true. Both had black leather pants on and Chad had a button up black shirt which was undone two buttons and Blaine had a deep red silk shirt on. Both looked really great. They looked perfect together. "The first time is always tiring, Mikey." Thomas stroked a large hand through Michael's hair and Chad asked to talk to his brother. The couple exited the room and Blaine sat on the coffee table. "You're not freaked?" "Not at all, Thomas is hot when he's in action. Everyone knows it. The whole club watched you guys. You looked amazing, Michael." "I'm not sure I can be what he wants though." "Why not?" Blaine reached out and gently pulled the blanket lower to look at the marks on his back. "There are so many boys here that are trained in this and...then there is me." Michael wiped a tear that escaped and he turned to look at Blaine. "Michael, you and Thomas are meant to be together." "How do you know that though? I love him so much and he doesn't feel the same way." Michael winced as he sat up and Blaine smiled at him. "You don't see Thomas the way we see him. The way the club has seen him. He does love you, Michael. Just give him time." The door opened effectively ending their conversation. Chad wrapped his arm around Blaine and whispered something in his ear. Blaine flushed and nodded before they turned to the door. "Trust me, Michael." With that parting remark the couple left. Thomas knelt on the floor again and smiled at him. Those deep chocolate eyes swirling with some untold emotion and it scared him. "Why don't I get you back to mine? You've got to be up early tomorrow." **** The next morning was horrible. He ached all over. He tried not to make a noise as he rolled out from under Thomas' large arm which was over his waist. A whimper bubbled past his lips unintentionally and Thomas' eyes opened immediately. "Where are you going?" "I need to get ready. I've got to be at the college soon." "Give me a minute." Thomas grumbled and sat up in the large bed before scratching his stomach. "You're coming with me?" he couldn't hold the horror from his voice. He wasn't ashamed of Thomas he just didn't want him to see the accommodations he was left with. "Why so horrified? I need to know where my boyfriend is studying." "I..." "Shut up and get ready." They done their morning routines side by side and Michael tried protesting the whole time. Thomas grabbed his by the wrist and gently pulled him to the garage. "Get in the car, Michael." Michael hadn't even realized they were moving until he was pushed into a BMW, this was Thomas' prized possession. "Thomas..." "I want no arguments over this. I'm coming with you and I'll be picking you up and driving you back every week, understand?" Thomas was in his Dom mode. He wasn't to argue with him like this. "Yes." "Good." the car purred to life and they drove off down the black top. A few moments later Thomas turned to him. "Was last night alright for you?" "Yes. I don't know why I got so horny." Michael blushed remembering the way he acted in the club in front of almost a hundred people. "I think it was part shock and euphoria. You weren't expecting to like it." "I loved it." Michael admitted and yawned before Thomas stroked his thigh. "Sleep love..." **** "I'm horny." Michael announced five hours later, he'd only just woken up and he was horny. "Can I suck you?" "We're in the damn car." he watched as Thomas' hands clenched on the beige steering wheel and the impressive bulge grow in his crotch. "Please..." "There is a truck stop forty minutes from here. Wait and I'll fuck you against the car." Thomas winked at him and Michael pouted. He reached over and squeezed the growing bulge with a grin. The hot length throbbed beneath his fingers. "Michael..." "Can I masturbate?" he transferred his own hands to his belt and slowly unclipped the buckle and dipping his hands into his jeans. "No." "You're no fair, Thomas." "Just wait, Michael." Thomas' voice had taken a hard edge. He knew Thomas wouldn't punish him this close to last night. "I love the way you say that." Michael shivered and rubbed his crotch. He was getting beyond horny now. "Darlin', if you don't stop touching yourself then I'm not going to fuck you."  Michael frowned and dropped his hands from his crotch before opening the glove box much to Thomas' protests. He gasped at the content. There were three boxes of condoms, different sizes, colors, textures and flavors. Also there were two bottles of lube, one flavored one non-flavored. The one thing that made him smile though was the butt plug stashed inside. All sealed. "Why do you have a butt plug in here?" Thomas sighed deeply and swerved into a deserted lay by before cutting the engine and climbing from the car. Michael hastily unbuckled himself and almost fell from the car when Thomas opened the door and yanked him out. "Thomas?" "Bend over." Thomas turned him and bent him over the hood of the car. He shivered as the cool metal met his covered stomach. He gasped again as his jeans were pulled down to his ankles. Cars rushed by and Michael looked down to make sure that he was covered. "What are you doing, Thom?" "Showing you why I have a butt plug in the car." he growled before the sound of a wrapper tearing filling his ears and the cold gel of lube reached his hole. He didn't even see Thomas get the lube from the car but sure enough he could see the still open glove box. Three fingers were pushed deeply inside him as they stretched him wide open. He moaned quietly as Thomas' fingers found his sweet spot sending pleasure zinging over his body, even his scalp prickled. The cool rubber of the butt plug pushed at his ass. He relaxed but the rubber seemed to be wider than his ass could handle. "Relax for me, love." a kiss was placed against his lower back, just above his ass. He took a deep breath and let himself go. He jumped as the butt plug popped inside his body. Bound and In Love Ch. 03 "What is an Acute Myocardial Infarction?" the professor had a smile upon his handsome face as he taught. He obviously loved what he was doing. "A heart attack," Michael said from the row near the back. "Correct..." the professor spun into a lengthy lecture about how Doctor's use jargon in hospitals and how they really needed to use common terms. The bell rang and he picked his backpack up and raced across campus to his biology session. He slid onto a lab desk and relaxed back into the chair. It had been three days since he'd seen Thomas. Thomas had dropped him off three days ago and now he was in his third week of college. They called every morning and night. Except for this morning. Thomas hadn't called him. "Can I sit here?" Michael turned and nodded at the handsome boy. He must have been 6 foot or more with green eyes and mousy brown hair. He was wearing a Letterman jacket with the college's letters stitched on. "I'm Lucas." "Michael." they shook hands and silenced as the professor came into the classroom. He was short and looked to be in his late fifties maybe early sixties. Mr. Parker he announced himself to be. "The person you are sitting next to will be your lab partner for the rest of the year. Get acquainted because you're going to be doing projects together." his voice was tobacco roughed. It reminded him of Gabe which reminded him of Thomas. "Your first project will be writing a report on the different beneficial drugs in the world today for terminal illnesses. I don't want to read twenty reports about the development in cancer so that is why I'm going to give you your illness." He dotted about the room assigning couples illnesses, Parkinson's disease, Hodgkin's Lymphoma, and Multiple Sclerosis and finally he came to Lucas and Michael. "Huntington's disease." Michael nodded at Lucas who was smiling widely. Obviously he was pleased with what they were assigned. He'd never looked into the depths of the illness but he knew it was an illness that affects the muscle coordination. "I expect reports in next week. You may leave now." "First day and she's giving us assignments." Lucas grumbled as he picked his gym bag up and stood from the creaky stool. "College for you," Michael whispered as he checked his phone, still no call from Thomas. "Waiting for a call?" "My boyfriend, he hasn't called me," Michael bit his lip and looked over at Lucas who was frowning. Great. He had a homophobic as a lab partner. "Sorry if I offended you or something." "Huh? No, I'm cool with you being gay. My girlfriend just hasn't called me either. She's studying at Princeton." "I wish I got into Princeton. I did get into Yale but I couldn't afford the costs over there." Michael was proud of himself for getting into Yale. He knew Thomas would have paid for him if he'd told him but he could hardly be away from him this far let alone all the way to Yale. "Sucks. I'm on a football scholarship. I want to study medicine but I needed a scholarship to get in." "Yeah..." he looked at his phone as it buzzed angrily and his stomach did a happy dance.  "Excuse me." "See you tomorrow?" Lucas yelled at him. Michael nodded and pressed the answer button on his phone. "Michael." Thomas drawled over the line at him. "Hi." "Hey, sweetheart. How's college treating you today?" he heard the leather of Thomas' sofa creak as he sat on it. "Same as yesterday, how is the club and everyone?" "Same as yesterday," Thomas mimicked. There was static over the line so he moved away from the telephone wires above head and walked towards the park that was close. "Are you excited to come home?" "Yes. I miss you so much. So does my dick." Michael giggled quietly as he sat underneath a tree, the leaves waving overhead. "Mine too. One more day." "I have a friend. I think." "Apart from Sebastian?" Michael could hear the jealousy in that deep voice. "Yep, His name is Lucas and he's studying medicine too. Cool huh?" "Very. There are a few things we need to talk about." Michael's heart pounded in his chest as he chewed on his bottom lip. "What about?" "We'll talk tonight. Look up." He flicked his eyes up and Thomas stood before him. He hung the phone up and pocketed it before walking into Thomas' waiting arms. The leather creaking must have been Thomas climbing from his car. His heart stopped pounding as bad as he buried his face in the crook of Thomas' neck. Strong arms banded around his waist as a hand cupped his head to kiss him deeply in the park. "What are you doing here?" "Conveniently an old client rang me. He needs help with his club." "Oh..." he slipped from Thomas' arms and wrapped his arms around himself. "What's wrong?" "You didn't come to see me?" Michael frowned and fiddled with his bag strap. "I was coming to see you tomorrow but I thought seeing as I'm here why not today? I'm going to stay in the Ritz Carlton hotel. Come stay with me?" Only the best for Thomas it seemed. "You could stay with me and Sebastian." "I'm not sure..." "Please. It will be fine. I promise." he reached out and twirled the metal bracelet he'd given Thomas on their first meeting. "Okay. I'm taking you out on a date tomorrow." Finally, Michael didn't say it but he'd been waiting for Thomas to take him on a date. It had been almost two months and they hadn't gone on one yet. "Where to?" "What about dinner and a movie?" Michael nodded and Thomas wrapped his arm around his shoulder and walked him back to the campus. "Where are you next?"  "Historic Art." "Why in Satan's ass are you taking that?" Thomas laughed as Michael giggled at him and wrapped his arm around his waist before leaning his head on Thomas' side. Thomas rested his arm around Michael shoulder and kissed his temple. "I needed to have five lessons. Here is number five," Michael turned and stood on his tip toes to kiss Thomas gently on the lips. "Thank you for coming." "No problem, darlin'. See you this evening?" "Count on it. I love you." "I'll bring dinner." Thomas waved and wandered back down the road. Michael couldn't help but look at the way Thomas' ass moved when he walked. "Dude, your boyfriend is hot with a capital H." Lucas leant against the building with a cigarette between his lips. "You're gay too?" Michael couldn't believe it, but he remembered Lucas saying he had a girlfriend. "Nope, bisexual. Look at the little hottie coming up here now." Lucas whistled between his teeth. Michael turned to see who he was staring at. Sebastian strolled up and right at Michael. "Are we ready to go in?" "Hold up. You know this guy?" Lucas turned to look at Sebastian and grinned a mega-watt smile. "Hi, I'm Lucas." "S...Sebastian." Michael cast a look between the two men. It was almost like looking in a mirror. Lucas was larger and Sebastian was smaller. Lucas was older and Sebastian was younger. He could see the similarities between him and Thomas in Lucas and Sebastian. "Come on." Michael walked into the lecture hall and took a seat at the back, Lucas sat next to him and Sebastian sat on his other side. The lesson was painfully boring. He didn't really want to know why The Mona Lisa was frowning or why the painter had painted an ugly lady. "Boring." Lucas leant over and whispered at him, faking a yawn. Sebastian smiled and wrote something down on his notepad. "I just want to be in bed with my man." Michael grumbled. "Me too." Lucas winked and Michael glared at him. "I'll tell your girlfriend." "She'll probably want to join in." "Gross." Michael fake shuddered and sent a quick text to Thomas. *Thinking about you...and your cock. ;)* He put his phone back in his pocket and a second later it pinged. *Do you want me to fuck you in the damn lecture hall? I will. I'll punish you if you keep the sexting up.* Michael giggled quietly and looked at Lucas whose eyes were wider than usual. He frowned and looked back at his phone, a new message and pinged through. *Whips and chains excite me and you remember? Just because the first few times have been vanilla doesn't mean I'm staying like it. BDSM is my life Michael, so are you now.* "Sorry, I didn't mean to look." "Are you freaked now?" Michael frowned again and placed his phone in his backpack. "No. Each to their own." Lucas smiled and patted him on the shoulder before turning to talk to Sebastian. His mind went back to the previous text. BDSM is my life Michael, so are you now. "Three little words, big guy." he whispered to himself then absorbed himself into the deathly boring lecture. It ended soon enough and all three boys were rushing from the hall. They stopped at the local pizzeria for dinner. "How long have you been with your guy then?" Lucas asked. "Thomas. I've been with him two months tomorrow." Michael wiped the grease from his lips on a red checked napkin as he looked at Lucas. "He found our place." Sebastian whispered to Lucas. It was obvious they thought each other were hot. You could almost see the sparks flying between the couple. "What about us, Leprechaun? Fancy a roll in the sheets?" Michael grinned and watched as Sebastian almost dropped his glass. "W...What?" Sebastian flushed and adjusted his black rimmed glasses on his nose before looking back at the large greasy pepperoni pizza that was sitting in the centre of the table.  "You know...fucking, the beast with two backs, shagging," Lucas grinned at Sebastian who stammered and flushed before rushing off to the bathroom. "He's a virgin." "How do you know that?" "You just know when they are. The poor guy needs to get laid bad." Lucas tossed his napkin on the table before sauntering off to the bathroom after Sebastian. He sent a quick text to Thomas. *Fancy a quickie? I can be home ETA ten minutes* Ping. *I'm in a meeting* Michael put the phone back in his pocket and waited for the other two. He was worried about Thomas and his 'clients' still. He looked at the clock. Fifteen minutes had passed. He shook the thought off and headed into the bathroom after the others.  He was stunned at the sight. Lucas was on his knees in front of Sebastian by the urinals with his pants down his ankles. Sebastian's cock was disappearing rapidly between Lucas' plump lips. Sebastian whimpered and grasped Lucas' hair in his fist before his hips snapped wildly and a low groan came from him. Wonder and amazement filled Sebastian's features as he groaned quietly. Lucas stood and wiped his lips with a wicked grin before turning and smiling at Michael. "Hi." Michael waved at the couple with a frown. "Oh!" Sebastian covered his face once he'd finished zipping his pants and rushed past them. "You've got a girlfriend." Michael repeated. "Open relationship." Lucas shrugged and wiped his lips before exiting the bathroom. "Don't hurt him. You two are my only friends here." Michael placed his hand on Lucas' arm and that's how Thomas found them. "What's going on?" "I sucked little leprechaun off and Michael saw." Lucas patted him on the back before following Sebastian back into the main dining area. "I didn't do anything. How did you find me?" "GPS. Every phone has it." Thomas walked closer before pushing him back into the bathroom and against the wall. Michael licked his lips seconds before Thomas' lips descended on his. Michael nipped at Thomas' lips and Thomas grabbed his ass in one hand. "So you're stalking me now?" Michael grinned as Thomas bent him back with a smirk. "No. I'm keeping a watchful eye on you." "Have you come so we can have sex?" "How could I ever deny you? Now come." Thomas took his hand in his own and they left the pizzeria with a quick wave to Lucas and Sebastian. Michael climbed into Thomas' BMW and they drove to a club strip. "Where are we going?" "I feel like fucking you when you're tied up." Thomas declared as he climbed out of the car. Michael followed and left his bag inside the car. Thomas was greeted by someone at the door and taken to a back room. The man then left them in privacy.  "Do you want to do this?" Thomas whispered as his hand slipped under the black shirt Michael was wearing. "I always want you inside me."  "Kneel." Thomas pushed him onto the cool ground and pulled his pants down to his ankles. He kissed each ass cheek before his tongue snaked out to tickle at the rosette hidden between them. "This isn't going to last long." Cool fingers slid inside his ass and Michael spotted the handcuffs in front of him. Thomas slipped his fingers from Michael's ass and hooked the cuffs around his small man.  Michael whimpered as his ass clenched hard. He heard a zipper and then Thomas spat on his hand. He swung his head around and watched Thomas' cock disappear through his hand.  "We've got no condoms, Mikey." Michael groaned in frustration and flopped onto the floor with his ass up in the air. He squeezed his fists tight together and begged the Gods that Thomas would say yes to his next question. "Bareback." he pleaded Thomas. "No." "Please. I'm clean I swear. I can show you the paper when we get back." Michael wanted to reach underneath himself and stroke his cock. It was so hard he was sure he could hammer nails. "What are you doing to me, Michael?" Thomas groaned as he placed the head of his cock against the bare opening of Michael. The heat was phenomenal. He surged forwards in one quick thrust. Michael gasped as his ass was breached in one push. Heat blossomed inside him. "Are you okay?" Thomas growled, his hands clenching on Michael's hips. "Yes. Please move." Michael whimpered as Thomas pulled back then slammed straight back. They found a rhythm that suited them, when Thomas pulled back Michael pushed back too. The head of Thomas' cock brushed his sweet spot on every thrust and his cock was stiffening to the point of pain. "Thom..." "Almost there, Mikey." Thomas done that hip thing and Michael almost screamed. "Let me come, please." "Now." Thomas buried himself deep inside Michael and emptied his cock inside the hot wet heat. Michael whimpered as his cock spewed itself, over the dusty floor. Thomas pulled out and kissed his ass before he reached up and popped the lock on the cuffs. "That was nice..." Michael groaned and rolled over onto his back on the cold floor, Thomas placed a kiss on his stomach and smiled. "Won't the club have condoms?" "Huh...never thought of that. I'm supposed to be the responsible one. Dammit," Thomas rubbed his hands through his hair and turned his head to look at Michael. "I loved every second of it if that counts."  "Yeah, back to class for you." Thomas hoisted him up and zipped their pants back up. He kissed Michael again and they dueled for a few moments. "You're still coming tonight, right?" "Of course," Thomas drove him back to the college and kissed him again in the BMW. "Later, darling." "Love you," Michael whispered and climbed from the car, he didn't realize Thomas still had his backpack until he was sitting in class. "Damn man." *** "What did you want to talk about then?" Michael asked as they sat down in a fancy restaurant the next day. "Just a few things need to be cleared up about your experience and the reason I agreed so quickly to train you." "Quickly wasn't the right term." Michael protested as he fiddled with the glass in front of him. "Stop being snarky, Michael. The reason I agreed to train with you was because unlike my other subs you seem willing to actually try and make this work." Thomas reached over the table and threaded their hands together. "I've got a question myself." "What's that?" Thomas stroked his thumb over Michael's palm and looked into his beautiful eyes. "Why did you call me your boyfriend?" "I couldn't very well call you my submissive in front of your mother, could I?" "I suppose. So you don't think of us as a couple then?" "I do now. You need to remember Michael this is still new. We're still learning things about each other." "It's been two months and we've only done miniscule amounts of training. I feel like you're not treating me like a normal submissive. I feel like you're coddling me." Michael sighed to himself and looked up at Thomas and his brooding chocolate brown eyes. "You're much different to my other submissive," Thomas waved the waiter away as he approached the table. "Unlike my other subs you're in college and we've know each other for a longer time." "I've got two months left before you decide if you want me for good. How are we supposed to know if you don't want to actually teach me these things?" "You're on half term in two weeks, aren't you?" "You know I am." "Here's what's going to happen. One week of intensive training. If you still think you can handle it then we'll talk about being exclusive. How does that sound?" "What will the training consist of?" "Well, you've almost mastered control but there is still much more to train you in. I've still got to teach you how to handle your spankings and whippings, then there is how to treat your Dom, then we've got to learn each other's strengths and weaknesses." "What do you mean how to treat my Dom?" Michael licked his suddenly dry lips as he looked back down to their intertwined hands. "It means how to give the right pleasure." "So I'm not doing a good job?" "I didn't say that, Mikey. I said how to give the right pleasure; I'm talking the kind of pleasure that will bring a man to his knees in seconds." "Such as?" Michael still felt like he'd obviously disappointed Thomas in some way if they needed to include this training. "The usual but then there is the art of caresses, touches and just random little dots of information. You're still young, Michael, and your lack of experience is telling." "I'm sorry." "Don't apologize. I want you to be the perfect submissive. If we can do that then we may be able to have a future together. " "Really?" a glimmer of hope shone in Michael's life at that last little sentence. "Promise. As long as you talk to me when we are doing this training, tell me things you like and things you don't like and on the Friday I'll take you into the club and see how much better you're performing." "Okay." **** "How's college?" "Fine. You?" "Fine." Michael copied and licked his lips as Thomas strutted into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. He dropped the towel and bent over to get his boxers. Michael knelt forward and gave Thomas' ass a quick spank. "Got to go..." Michael hung the phone up and fisted his cock as Thomas turned to face him. "Fuck me?" "I can't. I've got a business meeting and I don't want to fuck you until Friday week, love." "At a restaurant?" Michael frowned as Thomas tied his tie and smirked at him. He wasn't arguing the no sex case because he thought a little bit of tension would be good for them. "Come with me." "No. I don't want to go see one of your 'clients'." Michael pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. "It wasn't a request. Now get dressed." "You can't boss me about now. This is my own home." Michael grinned and squealed as Thomas lifted him up and over his shoulder. He was carried into the bathroom and he waved to an upside down Sebastian. "Go with him." Sebastian laughed and exited the small room, he obviously heard their conversation. "You're a dick." Michael stepped into the shower anyway. "Just shower." Thomas grumbled and leant against the sink.  Twenty minutes later he was sitting in a restaurant in a stuffy suit. The table had a cloth that was floor length and candles on every table. The waiters were exceptionally nice and handsome, the scents coming from the kitchen were to die for and everyone was dressed formally. He hated restaurants. Bound and In Love Ch. 03 "What are you thinking?" "Nothing." Michael winked and looked around the room. They were in their own private corner and no one could see them unless they blatantly turned and looked at them. Michael grinned to himself before he slid under the tablecloth. "Michael! What are you doing?" Thomas hissed as Michael unzipped his pants under the table. It was warm and humid under the table and sweat beaded on his forehead. Michael giggled when his prize came into view. He'd just sucked Thomas inside his mouth when his deep voice husked over again. "Christopher. Take a seat." Thomas coughed in an attempt to clear his throat but resulted in groaning ever so slightly. "I hear business is going well." "Perfect." Thomas uttered, it was a response to the both of them. Michael hummed quietly against Thomas' shaft and snaked his tongue out to trace one heavy ball. He then sucked it inside his mouth and laved it with his tongue. Thomas reached under the table and grasped his hair before urging him to actually suck his cock. Michael happily complied and swallowed Thomas whole. His hips thrust barely but enough for the head of his cock to nudge the back of throat and cause him to choke. "What was that?" "Someone over there I'm guessing." Michael could hear the strain in Thomas voice and quickly tried to get his love off. Thomas' hand squeezed in his hair so hard it stung and bought tears to Michael's eyes. Saliva was dripping down the side of his cheeks and chin and landing in heavy drops on Thomas' slacks. "So, shall we get to business?" "Y...Yeah." He wiggled his tongue on that bundle of nerves under the head and Thomas coughed again and shot into his mouth. Michael licked his lips and zipped Thomas back up. "Excuse me." Christopher stood from the table and exited to the left, presumably to the restroom. Michael slipped back from under the table and sat next to Thomas. "What the fuck, Michael?" "I thought you'd like it. I'm sorry." Michael looked at his lap and looked at Thomas as he tucked his chin up and made his look into those chocolate eyes. "I've never come so fast, thank you. No more of that without permission though. Understand?" Thomas leant forward and kissed Michael who nodded at him briefly. That was how Christopher found them. "Christopher this is Michael Santiago, my partner. Michael this is Christopher Dawson, my business partner." "Nice to meet you." Michael shook the man's hand and smiled shyly.  "I hope you had a nice time under there." Michael flushed and the man pointed to his chin, he reached up and swiped the little glob of cum from his chin and grinned at Thomas who caressed his thigh under the table as a little twitch of a smile graced his lips. "What can I say? I have an adventurous streak. I want a tofu burger." Michael announced as he turned back to Thomas. "Sure thing, darlin'." Thomas chuckled and ordered for them. A bottle of wine was placed on the table and a small amount poured into his glass. He frowned at Thomas and sipped the red liquid. It was dry and he didn't like it. "I don't like it." "What do you want to drink then?" Thomas hailed the waiter as Michael pondered. "Sprite." "Sprite?" Thomas replied. He watched as the waiter rushed away with Michael's order, the drink was back in less than a minute. Their meals were also placed in front of them and they dug in. The tofu burger and fries were delicious. He almost had a ketchup incident while dunking a fry into the red sauce but Thomas managed to grab the fry and push it into his own mouth before the disaster could happen. "So let me get this straight. You want me to invest in your club?" "It will make the profit I promise, the figures that Fred drafted are here..." Michael frowned at the couple and fiddled with the bracelet on his wrist before reaching up to tug at Thomas' necklace around his neck. The meeting lasted no longer than an hour but he was getting irritable. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Michael. I hope one day Thomas will decide to share you." Christopher smiled at him and Michael answered before Thomas could. "No, thank you. It's just us in the bedroom. Right?" "Perfectly correct, love." Thomas winked at him and adjusted his palm when Michael winced as it hit his tattoo. "Until next time then, Thomas." "Goodbye, Christopher." When they arrived back at the apartment Michael turned to Thomas. "Darlin'?" "Tell me about Rudy..." he demanded and watched as Thomas scowled at him before opening his mouth. "If you loved you me you'd tell me." "That's blackmail, Michael," Thomas sat on the sofa and loosened his tie before patting the seat next to him. "Say one word and I stop talking. Understand?" Michael nodded and rested his head on Thomas' shoulder in silent support. "As you know I was only young when I met Rudy. We had the perfect relationship. Or so I thought. The first time he hit me I was in shock. I didn't tell anyone about it because they'd think I was a nut job who wanted to be hit. Rudy wanted a submissive and I didn't know what to do, "We spoke about it. I agreed I would try for him because I loved him and that's where the 'training' started. It felt more like a boot camp to me. It wasn't light spanks like when I started with you, it was full blown abuse. I tried to get away from him but he threatened my tuition, since he was paying for it, "He took me to a club like mine and introduced me to the scene. I liked it at first until he started getting possessive and jealous, he would freak out if I even smiled at someone. The scar on my thigh was the night I left him; he tried to slice through my thigh open and bleed my out." "What!" Michael slapped his hand over his mouth and turned to gape at Thomas. "He missed by centimeters when I turned." Thomas shuddered and Michael sat up to kiss him. It was the first time he'd seen Thomas cry and it hurt him, badly. He cradled the strong jaw in his hands and peppered kisses over Thomas' face, kissing the tears away. "I love you so much. You will never have to tell me anything about him." "That's not all of it." "Then tell me when you're ready. I'm sorry I made you tell me." "I'm glad you did." Thomas looked up and Michael smiled at him. His eyes were puffy and tears streaked his cheeks but he couldn't look any more beautiful if he tried. Michael climbed over and sat on Thomas' lap and kissed him like his life depended on it. Thomas was his life now. "Fuck. I hate how he makes me feel. I just want to forget every tiny piece of information about him." Thomas whispered against his lips before pushing him onto the sofa. Thomas leant between his thighs and pressed their groins together. The door opened and Sebastian and Lucas stood in the doorway. "Sorry to interrupt. We bought Chinese!" Lucas held the bag up and patted Sebastian on the back. "How about getting us some plates, little leprechaun?" "I hate you." Sebastian grumbled but headed to the over-head cupboards and pulled four mismatched plates from there. Michael pouted when Thomas sat up and hauled him up too. "Later, darlin'." Thomas winked at him and grasped the box full of spring rolls, vegetarian because of him. An omelet and fries was handed to him and he smiled gratefully at Sebastian. "What did you actually major in then? I'm pretty sure there isn't a course called 'how to become a BDSM instructor'." Michael asked as he stabbed a fork into a fry. "No, I majored in physiology. I realized it wasn't for me in the second year." "So, Thomas. You're in the club business?" the conversation started as easy as that. **** "I did not just hear that!" Michael held his hands over his ears and shook his head. Lucas was grinning and Sebastian was flushing a deep crimson while Thomas was smirking at all of them. "Don't worry, little leprechaun. You'll love it." "I don't want to hear that you have a cum shot fetish!" Michael was close to stomping his foot as he glared at Lucas from the sofa. "Why? I'm sure Thomas has shot all over your face...and elsewhere." Michael opened his mouth to protest when Thomas beat him with a wink in his direction. "Not intentionally..." Thomas blew a kiss at Michael who glared at him. "What about that time when you were at my house?" Michael grinned as Thomas nodded. "I must have forgotten. I was angry at you." "So? You still shot it over my face. On purpose." "Now, now, darlin'. We don't want little Sebastian and Lucas getting jealous of our bedroom activities." Thomas kissed his neck and Michael tilted his head to the side and allowed Thomas to suck up a mark. His cock stiffened and Michael grasped Thomas' hand and placed it over his groin. "Uh..." Sebastian stood but Lucas pulled him back onto the chair next to him. Lucas then leant over and kissed Sebastian. "W...What is going on?" "I'll sit on the sofa, next to Thomas. You two can suck us off? I'm not pressuring you if you don't want to then say." Lucas kissed Sebastian cheek and watched as he shyly nodded. Michael crawled onto the floor and watched as Thomas slowly unzipped his pants. Sebastian reached his shaky hands out and unzipped Lucas'. "You sure you want to do this, Mikey?" "Oh yeah, if Sebastian wants to." Michael turned and Sebastian knelt on the floor next to him with a shy smile. "I've never..." "Copy me." Michael winked and leant over to lap at the head of Thomas' weeping cock. "Hand them over," Lucas held his hand out for Sebastian's glasses as the rims dug into his cock. Sebastian frowned up at him before handing the small wire frames over to the larger man. Lucas reached down and ran his hand through Sebastian's red hair with a wink. "Don't want imprints on my cock, leprechaun." Michael watched as Sebastian slowly licked the head of Lucas' thick cock and satisfied he would work it out on his own he turned his full attention to working his lover. "Damn, I've wanted to show you off again for days..." Thomas grunted and threaded his fingers through his hair. He was pulled up and pushed down; he knew Thomas loved it when he gave over control so he allowed it. "Drop your pants." Michael whimpered quietly and reached down to unzip his jeans. He wasn't worried about the size of his cock anymore. He knew Thomas loved it and him and made him hard like stone. Saliva pooled in his mouth as he washed Thomas' cock in it. "Suck a little harder, love." Thomas instructed and wove his fingers through Michael's almost blonde hair. Michael sucked so hard that his cheeks hollowed out and Thomas made a grunting noise. Sebastian was going to town on Lucas. Saliva was dripping down the man's cock but Lucas seemed to be enjoying it by the way his fingers were curled tightly in Sebastian's red hair. The passion infused in Lucas' green eyes was unmistakable. "Rub your tongue in the slit." Thomas husked at Michael. He did as told and looked up to Thomas with questioning eyes. "See how far you can take me, Sebastian." Michael heard from beside him and resisted the urge to turn and watch the couple. "Just like that..." Thomas leant his head back on the sofa and gently rubbed his fingers through Michael's fine hair.  "Do you want to fuck, little leprechaun?" "No..." Michael turned with a lust fogged brain and watched as Lucas stroked his fingers down Sebastian's cheek and nodded. He rested his head on Thomas thigh for a moment and watched the exchange. Thoughts of the other couple quickly evaporated when Thomas pulled his head back around. Thomas growled before moving Michael's head himself. He set a punishing rhythm on him. Michael was moaning and thrusting his groin at the front of the sofa. He whimpered quietly and used his teeth gently on Thomas. "Come for me..." Thomas demanded and watched as his little man inside his black dress pants that he still wore. They still hadn't changed from their suits and the cum was going to be a bitch to get out. "Ready for me?" "Please. I want to taste you." Michael licked his lips and waited eagerly for the first hot blast of cum to hit his tongue. He wasn't waiting long. He finished swallowing the hot bitter goo before he turned watch as Lucas pulled his cock from Sebastian's mouth and shot almost clear globs of cum on his face. Sebastian hesitantly reached up to wipe at the goo smattering his cheeks and forehead. "That was...fun." Thomas chuckled and lifted Michael in his arms. "Good night." Sebastian stood, still wiping his face and they exited to individual bedroom except for Lucas who had taken residence up on their sofa. Michael was stripped and tucked into bed. "I love you." Michael whispered his voice groggy with sleep. "Sleep well, Michael." Thomas kissed him gently before curling his body around Michael and the couple fell into a dreamless sleep. *** The clunk of metal raised him the next morning. He groaned and rolled over in bed.  Thomas was absent and his pillow was cool. Michael scratched his stomach and flakes of dried cum shed of him. He hadn't showered last night and it was showing. "Gross." Michael grunted and stood before pulling lounge pants on and opening his bedroom door. He was very happy with the sight he saw. Thomas was lifting a set of weights that Lucas had bought the previous week. Sweat glistened on the large, shirtless muscled body. Ear buds were inside Thomas' ears and he hummed some tune.  There was trail of sweat making a path through the valley in Thomas' abs and Michael just wanted to lick it off. Thomas grunted quietly as he lifted the weight up again. The muscles bulged obscenely and made his mouth water.  "Morning," Lucas appeared from the kitchen and slung his arm around Michael's shoulders. "What a sight to wake up to." "Uh-huh." Michael nodded his head. The two men watched Thomas for a few minutes before the large dark head turned to them. He tossed the weight on the sofa and pulled one headphone out. "Morning..." Michael grinned as he saw the slight flush appear on Thomas' high cheeks. The older man rubbed the back of his neck and licked his lips. "What are you doing?" "Watching," "Well...I was going to go for a run if you didn't wake up." "You can still go. Just don't shower when you come back." Michael winked at him over his shoulder as he turned to the kitchen and opened the cupboard overhead. "I'll be gross." Thomas called through and Michael grinned even wider. "Perfect." "Tell you what. How about we shower together and see if we can use one of those toys I found in your drawer?" Thomas walked into the kitchen half of the room and wrapped his arms around Michael's slim waist. His small man fell back to the sweaty chest and nodded. "That sounds hot." "Good. I'll see you in a moment." Thomas kissed Michael's neck and slowly backed to the door. He toed on his shoes and put his headphone back in before leaving the small apartment.  "We've got no milk." Michael frowned into the fridge and turned to Lucas who was smirking. "Little leprechaun left a few minutes to get some." Lucas leant against the wall and Michael hopped onto the counter and tilted his head to watch him. "Did you sleep with him?" Michael asked. "No. He didn't want to so I didn't. He just said he couldn't sleep alone so he came and asked me if I'd get in bed with him." "Are you alright with that? What about your girlfriend?" "We broke up a few days ago. She said she'd met another guy and I told her about Sebastian." "That's good. Sebastian doesn't need a guy who's got a girlfriend." "I know..." Lucas looked the ceiling and sighed. "I think I love him. I know I've only known him for just over a month but it just feels..." "Right?" Michael finished for Lucas who nodded. The door slammed open and an out of breath Sebastian stood by the door. "Sebastian?" Lucas cupped the smaller man's face in his hands and looked him the eye. "Do you need your inhaler?" Sebastian nodded his little red head and Michael handed an asthma inhaler from the counter. Sebastian took a few puffs of the little blue device and his breathing cleared. He frowned at Lucas who still had a hold on his face. "What's wrong?" Michael asked. "Guys...tried to...jump me...kept calling me...fag and queer..." Sebastian took another puff of his inhaler and leant against the counter. Lucas' face darkened before he bought Sebastian into a tight hug. "Do you know who it was?" Michael asked and took the bag from Sebastian's limp hand. The bag contained milk and eggs. "Yeah. Do you remember the guys who were in the dorm when we first got there?" "Stupid idiots," Michael grumbled and nodded before turning back to the fridge and putting the items into the metal tub. The door slammed shut and Thomas came inside holding his hand in the other. "Are you okay?" Michael rushed to his man and noticed the flow of blood seeping from the cuts on his knuckles. "What happened?" "Some jerks shouting about me being in a fag house." Thomas shrugged and stepped over to sink to wash the red liquid away. "So you hit them?" "They started it," Thomas protested and Michael had to laugh at the childish remark coming from such a strong man. "Help me, please?" Michael stepped forward and splashed a drop of antiseptic soap on the wounds. Thomas hissed and jerked his hand away with a glare. Michael jerked him back and dabbed the wound dry and placed a plaster on one deep scratch. "What did you say to them?" Sebastian asked as he and Lucas sat on the sofa together. The couple looked perfect as Lucas wrapped his large arm around Sebastian's shoulder. "Why do you assume I said anything?" Michael didn't say anything just smiled slightly at his boyfriend. Thomas heaved a sigh as he sat on an armchair and beckoned Michael to him. Thomas tugged Michael onto his lap and kissed his temple before burying his face in the clean purple/blue hair. "They were just talking shit. You know how angry I get about that, Mikey. In my defense they tried to punch me first. I just reacted faster." Thomas shrugged and leant his head back against the chair. "They're not going to press charges are they?" Sebastian swung his red head their way and Thomas shook his head. "They shouldn't do. If they do I'll just say I acted in self-defense." "It's not that east, Thom."  Michael nudged Thomas' head away and stood up before scowling at him. "You need to shower. You stink." "Mikey..."                  "No, Thomas. You can't go around punching people because they called you a name." Michael ran his hands through his hair and thumped his head gently against the wall. "I didn't do it because I wanted to. It was either punch or get punched. I would never do anything that would take me away from you," Thomas wrapped his arms around Michael from behind and kissed the side of his neck. "I'm sorry, baby." The only times 'baby' came out to play was when Thomas knew he'd done something wrong. "Please don't do it again. I hate violence." "I don't know anyone who could hate violence more than me, darlin'. I promised you a shower remember?" "I remember." "The come." Thomas took Michael's hand and led him into the small bathroom. The shower didn't look big enough to accommodate them both but with a squeeze and bit of a shuffle they managed to get each other under the flow of warm water. This time wasn't just sex. It wasn't even actually sex. This was love making and it made Michael's heart clench viciously. Thomas cupped his face in his large hands as the toy entered him. They looked into each other's eyes as Thomas moved at a slow pace. Tears slipped from Michael eyes unwillingly and he tried to turn his head away from Thomas' inquisitive eyes. The large hands just held his head tighter and they kissed. Water and a mixture of tears rushed around their faces and down their bodies. Bound and In Love Ch. 03 "I love you." Michael whispered and wrapped his arms around Thomas' broad shoulder. "I care for you so much, Michael." Thomas stroked his face and made him come. Michael couldn't stop the sob that escaped his body as his orgasmic pleasure washed over him. Thomas kept looking him in the eyes as he joined him. Michael hadn't even realized that Thomas was stroking himself the whole time. "I don't think I could survive without you." Thomas admitted into his neck as they washed each other clean. "You're my soul, Thomas. I'd never leave you. I couldn't. How would this work if I can't be your sub?" "We'll make it work. I need you in my life, Michael." "I love you." "Do you promise?" "I promise." Michael's kissed the patch above Thomas' heart and Thomas clutched him to his chest with a kiss to the top of his head. "Now I have you in my life I finally feel complete. I can no longer feel my demons inside me." "I've loved you for so long, Thomas. I can't remember a time when I didn't love you." Thomas lifted Michael and took his to the bedroom. They both lied on the bed just looking each other in the eyes. A few admissions were made throughout the day but nothing major. **** "When are you going home?" Michael asked the next day as he pushed his books into his backpack. Small cries of passion were drifting from Sebastian's room and had been for nearly an hour.  The couple had finally decided to act on their actions. Michael licked his still salty lips remembering the blowjob Thomas had demanded when he'd woken this morning. "I wasn't going to go home until you had a break. If that's alright with you I mean..." Thomas wrapped his arms around Michael from behind him and kissed his neck before running his hand down the front of his black shirt. "I could leave a little earlier to set things up for our week." "I'd love for you to stay but won't it hurt your club?" Michael turned into the big arms and rested his head over Thomas' heart. "No, I asked Gabe to cover for me." "He can?" Michael rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton of Thomas' work-out shirt and sighed quietly.  He would have loved to have another day at home with his man but college called regretfully. "Yes. He's been in the scene for almost as long as me so knows what is good and what is bad." "There was something I've been wondering." "What's that, darlin'?" "You said you and Rudy got together when you were fifteen, right?" "Yeah..." Thomas sat on the edge of the sofa and surveyed Michael from across the room. "Well Chad told me that Blaine told him that you'd just gotten out of a ten year relationship. You'd had to have been eighteen." "I officially started dating Rudy when I was twenty. I never told my family about him before then. I understand what you mean by the misunderstanding." "I was confused because at one time it was ten years and the next it was eight. That is all. Thank you for clearing it up for me." "Anything else you want to know?" "Yeah, Blaine told me that you told him that your first time was in the back of Paul's which is now Midnight." "I lost my virginity when I was 17. Rudy never touched me in that way. Not until I was legal anyway. He never knew about me and Gabe, I never wanted him to." "Wow. I always thought Rudy was some pedophile who liked teenage boys. And I didn't know you slept with Gabe," Michael swung himself onto Thomas' lap and kissed him gently with a smile. "I'm glad he wasn't the one to take your virginity." "What about you? Who did you first fuck with?" "I told you. I've only been with one guy...well two now if you count." "I remember you saying his name was Robert. How did you meet him?" Thomas stroked his fingers down Michael's ribs and watched as the smaller man shivered and sighed quietly. "Do I really have to tell you about this?" "Please? I want to know everything about you." "We were both in the LGBT club at school. We were both virgins and decided to get it out of the way. I topped him then he topped me." "So you've topped?" Thomas grinned and leant back in the armchair, having great fun watching his Michael squirm under the stare. "Once..." Michael trailed off as Sebastian came out of the bedroom in a robe. He blushed prettily and waved at them. "Did you have sex?" "Um...yes..." Sebastian nodded and Michael stood up with a grin and a squeal. He wrapped his arms around Sebastian and jumped up and down. "Was it good?" "Michael, stop fishing for details. You've got to go to college." "So have they!" Michael whined and turned to Thomas with a pout. "Actually we've got the morning off. Lucas told the professor about our relationship and he demanded that we go get tested." Sebastian chewed on his bottom lip and fiddled with the bath robe. "Are teachers allowed to do that?" Thomas asked as he stood and handed Michael his backpack. Michael took it with a pout and turned to Sebastian again. "I guess so. Tell me everything when I get home?" "Okay." "Come on, brat. Let's get you to college before you get into trouble." Thomas squeezed the back of Michael neck and tugged him to the door. Michael sighed loudly but allowed Thomas to take him to the little garage behind the apartment complex. "Put this on." Thomas handed him a motorbike helmet and Michael slid it over his carefully styled hair and grinned at Thomas. "Why have you got your sex grin on?" "What's a sex grin?" Michael tilted his head to the side and watched as Thomas shrugged into a leather jacket and stuck his helmet on his head. "You get this little grin when you're horny. It's adorable to be honest." "I do not!" Michael glared at Thomas who just chuckled before climbing onto the green and black bike. He patted the seat behind him and Michael climbed onto the contraption before wrapping his arms around Thomas' hard stomach. The trip to the college wasn't long and Michael was soon climbing off the bike. Thomas swung his leg around but didn't get off the bike. "What do you mean sex grin?" Michael put his hands on his hips and frowned at Thomas who was still laughing. "Every time you get horny you have this grin. It's a mix between a smirk and a grin. That's how I know you want to fuck." "Thomas..." Michael blushed as a group of cheerleaders bustled past them, all giggly and smelling like perfume. "I'll get you to say it more, darlin'. I love when you talk dirty." Thomas stood and pulled Michael into his arms and stopping his protest with a kiss. Michael melted immediately into his arms and accepted the kiss. A bell rang in the background and Michael heaved himself away with a disappointed sigh. "Until later, love." "I love you." "Later, Mikey." Thomas kissed his cheek before hopping back on the bike and riding down the gravel road to the college. His first lesson was biology so he trotted to the lab with his backpack. They had to take swabs of the interior of their mouths to compare the cells to the inside of an animal's mouth. He swiped the cotton bud on his tongue and cheeks before wiping it over the little glass slide. He squeezed the two glass slides together and watched his saliva pool into a circle. He then slid the glass under the microscope and zoomed into the saliva. Lucas patted him on the back and Michael waved with one hand at him. "Let me see." Lucas grabbed the microscope from him and looked inside. He came up with a puzzled expression. "I know. I don't think things should be swimming. Right?" "Maybe we should ask the professor." Michael frowned and chewed his bottom lip. There was a cancer in the salivary glands. His heart pounded as Lucas waved Mr. Parker over and the older man hobbled his way to their table. "What's wrong?" "There is something swimming in mine." Michael turned the microscope to the professor who looked into it. He came up with a startled expression and Michael began to get worried. Maybe there was something wrong with him. "What's the matter with it?" "It's sperm..." Mr. Parker bent and whispered in his ear and Michael flushed as tears prickled his eyes. Embarrassment flooded him and he avoided eye contact with the professor. "It's perfectly normal." "Are you okay, buddy?" "I hate Thomas. That was his fault." Michael wiped at the tears and clenched his fists tight. He knew getting upset wasn't going to fix this but it made him feel a whole lot better. "What was it?" "Sperm. Thomas wanted me to suck him off before we got out of bed this morning." Michael clenched his fists and tried to stop the tears flowing. "Are you alright?" "I just want to go home." The class bell rang and they were dismissed. "Michael one second please." Mr. Parker asked and he stood behind as the rest of the class exited. "Yes?" "I just wanted to let you know that it is perfectly normal and we hold a LGBT club every Thursday if you're interested." "Thank you. I'll think about it." "Good."  Michael asked to leave early and Mr. Parker granted him permission to have the rest of the day off. Instead of calling Thomas to come and pick him up he decided to walk. It didn't take that long to get home and when he did he was angry. Every time he thought about it he just got angrier. He slammed open the door and watched in satisfaction as it bounced against the wall before bouncing back. Thomas was in the living room lifting weights as Michael tossed his bag on the sofa. "Why are you home, darlin'?" "I hate you!" Michael yelled and grabbed a nearby book to toss at Thomas who neatly dodged it with a concerned frown. "What have I done?" "We had to do saliva samples this morning and there was sperm in mine!" Michael cried as Thomas smiled and started to laugh. "It's not funny. It was humiliating and your entire fault." "I'm sorry? Accidents happen." "Yeah they do! You fall over and scrape your knee. Not having sperm show up in your saliva!" He stomped his foot as fresh tears rolled down his cheeks. "Calm down, sweetheart. You're getting yourself worked up over nothing." Thomas stepped forward and placed his hands on his panicking man. Michael sniffed and hiccupped before resting his head on Thomas' broad chest. "I'm sorry too. I don't hate you." "I know." "How about we go to bed?" Thomas stroked his hand down Michael's face and bought the pretty blue eyes to look at him. "That is what got us here in the first place. I'd rather talk." "What about?" Thomas sat on the ratty sofa and pulled Michael down to an embrace. "Anything. Everything." "I want to learn more about your past sexual experience." Thomas stroked his fingers through blonde hair and looked down at Michael. "Can we talk about anything but that?" Michael blushed and hid his face in Thomas' shoulder. "Why? What is so embarrassing about your past?" "I'm nineteen and only slept with two people my whole life and with one of them I got caught by his parents the other likes to show me off to a bunch of people. Nothing exciting or extraordinary." "I like that you've only slept with two people. I being one of them is even better. If you don't want me showing you off then I won't." "I like you showing me off." Michael admitted. "Good, because I love doing it. So you've never had any experience in the scene whatsoever?" "No. I told you that when we were at your home." "Okay. The contract is just a guideline. Why don't you tell me about that embarrassing experience?" "I don't want to." Michael nuzzled his face further into Thomas' shoulder and Thomas hooked him under the chin and bought him closer to his own face. "Tell me, darlin'." "We were fucking and his dad walked in on us. Needless to say that I never saw him again considering his dad was a homophobic asshole." Michael blurted out as he stared into Thomas' beautiful eyes. "You said fucking and asshole all in one sentence. How are your cheeks not blazing?" Thomas stroked his thumb over one of Michael's cheek with a smirk. "Oh..." Michael realized that he actually had said those two words and his cheeks did finally blaze. Thomas chuckled and pulled Michael onto his lap before rolling him over on the couch. Michael squealed as Thomas poised his hands beside Michael's ribs. "No, please don't!" "Wrong answer." Thomas chuckled before tickling him on the ribs. Michael made a squealing giggle and tried to roll out from underneath Thomas. The larger man straddled his hips and tickled his stomach gently. "Thomas! Thom stop!"  Michael laughed out and hiccupped. Thomas leant down and kissed down his neck gently as the tickling slowly stopped. Michael was left panting from the tickling and the mark that Thomas was obviously now bringing up on the side of his neck. "Please..." "What do you want, Mikey?" Thomas whispered against his neck. "You inside me." "Nut-uh..."  Thomas shook his head as he sat up and ran his fingertips over Michael's shirt covered stomach. "No fucking until I've trained you properly." "Thom..." Michael whined and Thomas bent down to kiss him. Michael willingly let Thomas kiss him and soon they were making out on the couch. The door opened a few moments later but neither of them was willing to part. "Let the man breath!" Lucas said as he grabbed the back of Michael's neck and pulled him away from Thomas' lips. Thomas grinned and licked his lips before standing. "The professor told me about an LGBT club." Sebastian murmured as he sat down on the sofa with a wince. Lucas rubbed his back before kissing his cheek. Lucas whispered something in Sebastian's ear and he nodded. "Yeah, he told me about it too. I was thinking about going maybe," Michael said as he poured orange juice into a glass. Thomas gave him a grim smile and nodded at him. His man had gone pale and looked a little green around the gills. "Are you alright, Thom?" "Fine, just a bit of stomach ache. I'll take some painkillers and lay down." Thomas said to him as he reached into the overhead cupboard to get a bottle of painkillers. He downed two before heading to the bedroom. Michael followed him and sat on the side of the bed while Thomas climbed in. "You're sweating." Michael said as he placed his hand against Thomas' forehead. "I'll be fine, love." "I've got a project that needs to be done with Lucas. We'll be in the living room so call me if you need me. Okay?" "Promise." Thomas slurred as he slowly drifted to sleep. **** "Maybe you should go to the hospital..." Michael worried. "Just give me more painkillers. I'll be alright." Thomas winced as he sat up in the bed and clutched his stomach.  Michael handed him to bottle and a glass of water. Michael helped him get comfortable and sat beside him with a book. The clock read 3.58pm when Thomas woke in agony. "I don't care what you say we're getting you to a hospital." Michael yelled Lucas into the bedroom, the only other person except Thomas that could drive, before helping Thomas from the bed and into some jeans. The drive to the hospital was bumpy and painful for Thomas. The A&E department was expecting them so they were arrived quickly and they had Thomas in a gown and on the way down to surgery within the hour. "Hello?" "Jack...its Michael. Thomas is in the hospital." "What happened?" Jack's voice was immediately woken up. He heard rustling and Jack whispering to Tina to wake up. "The doctor said his appendix was close to rupturing and they had to get him into surgery immediately. He's been in there for almost an hour." Michael sobbed and held a hand over his mouth. "Don't worry, son. We're on our way." Michael hung the pay phone up and sat down next to Sebastian who wrapped his arm around him. Michael rested his head on Sebastian's skinny shoulder and watched the clock tick past. Jack and Tina didn't arrive until early hours of the morning. He still hadn't heard anything from the doctor. "He's been out of surgery for almost nine hours. I don't know why they didn't let you in to see him..." Jack announced as he returned from the desk. "He's asking for you." Michael stood up and rushed to the small room that they had Thomas inside. He looked pale and sick. Chocolate eyes opened and smiled slowly at him. "Have you been crying, Mikey?" Thomas whispered and Michael nodded before climbing into the bed with Thomas, mindful of the tubes and wires attached to his strong man. Thomas' next words made him smile and cry at the same time. "Something so sad shouldn't come from something so beautiful..." Thomas turned to nuzzle his nose into Michael's relatively clean hair. "I love you." "Mm, I'll never tire of hearing you say that." "I mean it." "I know you do. Next week isn't going to happen now, love." "We'll wait until you're better..." Michael stroked his fingers over the blue gown that Thomas' was wearing and smiled up at him. Thomas smiled at him and cracked a yawn. "Sleep." "Only if you stay with me." "I'm never leaving..." Michael closed his eyes and soon snores were coming from Thomas. He just rested without actually falling asleep. **** "Who would have thought that our boys and girl would find the love of their lives?" Tina asked as she wrapped her arms around Jack. "I'm pretty sure Thomas knew he'd found his years ago. He just couldn't do anything about it." Jack stroked his wife's grey-streaked hair and smiled at her. "If only he let go of his past then maybe he would finally be able to move forward with Michael." "Give him a little longer. It won't be long now..."