...Teague smiled. “I think we’ll do fine. I may push your limits from time to time, but I won’t harm you. Now, tell me about me. How should I treat you? What arouses you most? What do you dream of me doing that makes you hard in your pants?”

Ian licked his boots again and clung to his calves. “Caging me. Cage my cock all the time. Cage me every night. Pull my hair when I’m sucking your cock. Keep my ass bright red. Mix the sweet words with the nasty ones. Tell me what a sweet little cocksucker I am, what a darling slut you have and how much you adore my naughty rear. Fuck me when you want. Fist me whenever you like. Let me know I’m yours all the time. And never let me come without your orders.” Ian went facedown at Teague’s feet, shaking from the intensity of the declaration.

Teague sat for a moment. He had asked, true enough, but he hadn’t expected such a flood of words from his quiet boy. He grinned down at Ian.

“Safe words. Do you want them or do you think I can read you enough to know when you’re in distress?” This was the real test. Teague knew he couldn’t read Ian well enough yet to play without them.

Ian took a deep breath. “Forgive me for my insolence, Sir, but you’ve fucked me twice. That doesn’t give you enough experience to know my body or its reactions. And you really don’t know my mind or what might trigger me. I’d like a slow-down safe word and a stop one as well.”

Teague nodded. Ian had passed with flying colors. His boy might be submissive, but a doormat he was not.

“Good lad. Shall we use red and yellow? Those are common and easy to remember.”

Ian nodded.

“We will give this a try for one month. During that time, you will see to the majority of the housecleaning and cooking, attend classes and attend to me.”

Ian swallowed and Teague knew he was thinking of the home-tours given on the first Saturday of the month.

“I have faith you will do fine with all of these tasks. I have a deep cleaning schedule so that the place looks good for the tours.”

Ian nodded again. “Yes, Sir.”

Teague cupped Ian’s face in his hands. “During this month, you will sleep beside my bed, unless I expressly desire you in it. You will be subject to my discipline for any reason or none at all.”

Ian’s eyes went bright.

“I’ll take good care of you, boy, but I expect the same from you.”

“Yes, Sir.” Ian kissed Teague’s thumb where it rested against his lips.

“Stand up and strip for me,” Teague ordered. “I need to show you something.”

Teague stood and took off his own clothes, watching Ian disrobe. He always did this with male subs. It reinforced who was on top and made sure the ordinary dominance struggles didn’t take place.

He stroked his cock hard and beckoned Ian to stand facing him. He pulled the boy until the tip of his cock, not quite out from under its foreskin, touched Ian’s belly.

“Look at us, boy.” He stared down their bodies at where their cocks stood together.

Ian’s cock fell short of his body by two, almost three inches and was barely two-thirds the thickness. Its little head looked naked and bare next to Teague’s hooded one.

“What does this tell you, boy?” he demanded.

“That you are my superior in every way, Sir. That I am small and weak and naked next to you.” Ian went to his knees. “That here is where I belong, a proper devotee of the great thick god you carry between your thighs.” He gently licked the head.