When Ollie Mets Pete
By: Oliver Meadows
(© 2021 by the author)

Editor: Discipline Monitor

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“Ollie?”

“Yes, Gus?”

“You know how I met Sir Seth, but how did you meet sir Pete?”

“You mean when we got together, or when I first met him?”

“I thought you had always been with sir Pete.  There was someone before him?”

“Yes, Gus, there was.”

“Then both, I guess.  Yeah, tell me about both.”

“Well, okay, if you really want to know.  Let me think...”

“Okay, Gus.  My Sir at the time...”

“Ollie!” 

“Yes, Sir?”

“I need you to go to Sensations to pick up a package for me.”

“Okay.  Right now, Sir?”

“Yes, boy.  Right now.  Let’s see, it’s two o’clock now, so be back by six.  That will give you some free time, to do whatever you want.”

“But, Sir!  It takes 45 minutes to get there, and 45 minutes to get back.  That doesn’t leave much free time, Sir.”

“You’ll have plenty of free time, boy. If you walk fast, and don’t dawdle,  you’ll be able to make it back by five o’clock.”

“But you said six o’clock, Sir.”

“That was before you complained, boy.  Would you like to try for four o’clock, Ollie?”

(sigh)  “No, Sir.”

“Then best be on your way, boy.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m always on a time limit, Gus.  Why do you suppose that is?”

“How should I know, Ollie?  Just tell the story!”

“OK! OK!  Jeesh!”

I was moving  fast, but glancing into store windows, when I saw a place I hadn’t seen before, called “SIR’S DELIGHTS/BOYS PLIGHTS”.  I entered the store, and had to wait for my eyes to adjust; it was rather dim in there, like when you walk into a bar.  When my eyes adjusted, I headed over to the wall to see what was there.  That’s when I heard a loud voice.

“BOY!”

I looked around, then over at the guy behind the counter.  “Me, sir?”

“YES, YOU BOY!  DO YOU SEE ANY OTHER BOYS WANDERING AROUND BY THEMSELVES?’

I looked around.  “No, sir.”

“COME OVER HERE, BOY!”

I go over to the counter.  “Yes, sir?”

“ARE YOU ALONE, BOY?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I SEE YOU’RE COLLARED, SO YOU MUST BELONG TO SOMEONE.  ARE YOU CAGED ALSO, BOY?”

I could hear snickering behind me.  I wished the floor would have opened up and swallowed me.  “Yes, sir.”

“WHAT’S YOUR NAME, BOY?”

“Ollie, sir.”

“DOES YOUR SIR KNOW YOU’RE OUT, BOY?”

“Yes, sir”, I told him.  “I’m on an errand for my Sir, and he gave me a bit of free time, sir.”

“WELL, DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING, BOY.  IF YOU WANT A CLOSER LOOK AT ANYTHING, YOU LET ME KNOW.  UNDERSTAND, BOY?”

“Yes, sir.”

Hanging from the wall are all kinds of paddles; long ones, short ones, thin ones, and some with holes.  Also, there are wrist cuffs, ankle cuffs, handcuffs, and shackles, belted chastity belts, all kinds of nub cages, whips and floggers, too!  I moved through to the next room and stopped short.

Right inside the entrance to the room is a set of stocks!  Oh, man!  My one boymate would love these!  There are all kinds of yokes, a St Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, a rack, a sling, a whipping post, and...a pillory!  I went over and checked that baby out!

“That’s a work of art, isn’t it, boy?”

Startled, I gave a little jump.  I thought I was alone.  I turned around and saw a rather nice looking man.

“It sure is, sir!”

“Look at this, boy.  It can be lowered so your butt is sticking out.  Perfect position to be paddled, or...and your mouth is in perfect position, also.”

“I turned beet red, Gus.  As red as my hair!” 

“Yes, sir”, I told him.

“Oh, my!  I’ve embarrassed you, boy.  Aren’t you just the cutest thing, all red in the face?”

“Thank you, sir”, I said.

“I swear, my face got even redder, Gus, if that’s possible!”

I headed back out to the first room; it was time to leave.  As I approached the counter, the guy called me over.

“See anything you liked, boy?”

“Oh, yes, sir!  I’m going to tell my Sir all about this place, sir.”

He handed me a card.  “Give this to your sir, boy.”

“I will, sir.  Thank you, sir.  May I have another one for my friend, sir?”

“Of course, boy.”  He handed me another card.  “Be careful out there, boy.”

“I will, sir.  Thank you, sir.”

I go back outside and head down the street.  There’s still time before I head to the toy store, so I stop for a burger and fries.  As I’m sitting there eating, the guy from the other store comes over to the table.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked?

“There are a bunch of empty tables, Gus, and I would rather that he didn’t, but he could be a friend of Sir’s that I don’t know.  Sir would not be happy if I was rude.”

“Not at all, sir” I told him.

“I heard you say your name is Ollie.  My name is Pete.”

“Hi, Pete.”

“You seem like a nice boy, Ollie, and I’d like to get to know you.  Do you have time to stay awhile and chat?”

“Not really, Pete.  I’m on an errand for my Sir, and I’m meeting a friend, soon.”

“Oh, you have a sir.  I should have known.  Do you ever play with others, Ollie?”

“Only when my Sir says to, Pete.”

“But you really don’t like to do that, do you Ollie.”

“No, I don’t, sir.”

“If your sir said it was okay, would you spend some time with me?”

 I look at him.  “If I may be honest?” 

He nods his head.  “You’re a very good-looking man, Pete.  If Sir says to spend time with you, I will.  But why would you want to?  You’re looking to have a boy of your own, isn’t that right?”

 I’ve finished eating, so I stand to leave.  “The right boy will come along, Pete.  Just be patient.”  I get an idea; I hold up a finger and pull out my phone.

“Hey, David.”

“Hey, Ollie!  Where are you?  Aren’t you on a time limit?”

“Of course I am!  I’ll be there in about ten minutes.  Is Tim still unattached?”

“He is.  Why do you ask?”

“I’ll tell you when I see you.”

“Come on, Ollie.  Tell me now.  Don’t keep me in suspense.  Tim’s here with me now.”

“He’s with you?  Great!  See ya soon!”

“I disconnect the call and look at Pete.”

“Are you up to meeting someone, Pete?”

“I am Ollie.  Do you have someone in mind?”

“I do!  His name is Tim.  Follow me, but not too close.  The second guy I hug will be him.  If he meets your approval, join us, and I’ll introduce you.”

“Sounds good, Ollie.”

We head out.  I see David and Tim, and start moving faster.

“Bro!  How are you?”  I give David a hug.

David whispers in my ear.  “Do you know you’re being followed, Ollie?”

“I do.”  I tell him.  “I’ll tell you later.”

I give Tim a hug.  “Tim!  How are you?  You’re looking good, bro.”

I notice he’s looking past me, so I look and see Pete.

“What do you think, Tim?”

“He’s so handsome!” exclaimed Tim.

“Would you like to meet him?”

“Definitely!  Um...do you know him?”

“Just his name; he seems nice, though.”

I look at Pete, and he has a similar expression on his face, so I motion him over.

“Pete, this is Tim, and this is David.  David and Tim, this is Pete.”

Pete and Tim can’t stop staring at each other, so I grab David and we head into the store.

“David, there’s a new store down the street.  You’ll love it!  It has all kinds of great gear.  But I’ve got to warn you, don’t go there alone.  They don’t like unaccompanied boys to be in there.  Make sure your sir is with you.  Here’s a card.”

We look around, but there’s nothing new.

“I have to go, bro.  You know how Sir is when I’m late.  I’d like to save my boybutt, if I can!  Ha! Ha!  Like that will happen!”

I stop by the counter.  “Hi, Scott.  Is Sir’s package ready?”

Scott hands me a package, sealed tight.  I raise my eyebrows.

“Sorry, bro.” said Scott.  “It was like this when I came in.  Evidently, your sir doesn’t want a nosy naughty boy to peek inside.”

The phone rang, and Scott handed it to me.  “It’s your sir.”

“Hello, Sir.  It’s Ollie.”

I listen.  “Yes, Sir.  Yes, Sir.  I understand, Sir.  I’ll be there, Sir.  Goodbye, Sir.”

I hand the phone back to Scott, and let David know that I’m leaving.

“I have thirty minutes to get home, David.”

“But, Ollie!” he says.  “It takes forty-five minutes to get there!”

“I know that, David.  Guess I’ll have to run.  I’ll talk to you later.”

I go outside, and Pete and Tim are deep in conversation.

“Hey, guys.  I’m glad to see you’re getting along.  I have to run.”

Pete holds out his hand.  “Thanks, Ollie.”

I shake his hand.  “No problem, Pete.”

Tim gives me a hug and says,  “I owe you big time, Ollie.  Thank you!”

I hug him back and say, “He seems like a keeper, Tim.  Don’t mess it up.  I’ve got to run.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“So, Gus, that’s how I met Sir Pete.  How you met sir Seth was much more interesting, I think.”

“I thought what you just told me was interesting, Ollie.  How did you and sir Pete get together then?”

“That will have to wait, Gus.  I need a break.  Perhaps I’ll tell you that tomorrow.”

It was a few days later, that Gus and I were able to get together.  After greeting each other, and catching up on how our nubs are, and how full our boyballs are, how many spankings and why, and how much time we spent in the corner,  Gus said:

“Continue, Ollie.  I’ve been thinking about this since the other day.  But first, tell me about this other Sir.  What happened that you were free?”

“Well, that Sir had other boys.  I knew about it, even knew some of them.  I wasn’t happy about it, but I didn’t say anything.  It was Sir, after all.  One day, he told me that another boy was coming to live with us.  That’s when I protested.  He told me that I either accepted it, or I could leave.  I packed my bags and left.  But before leaving, I told him to remove my collar and nub cage.”

“Are you sure, Ollie?”, he asked?  “Once you leave, boy, there’s no coming back!”

“I’m sure, Sir,” I told him.  “He didn’t expect me to do that, Gus.”

I had some money saved, not a lot, but enough to pay three months of a six-month lease on an efficiency apartment.

I got a part time job, actually two, and started saving for the rest of the lease.  I didn’t go out much at first, but eventually, I did.  I went to The Pony a few times, but I just wasn’t into it, so I started going to La Rose.

“I can’t imagine you going to La Rose, Ollie.  It’s really subdued, compared to The Pony.  And you love to dance!  Does La Rose even have a dance floor, Ollie?”

“It does, Gus.  It’s small, but it’s there.  Not many guys dance, though.  Anyway, I went there because it’s more low key than The Pony.  I’d bring a book, get a drink, and sit at a table and read.  I was hit on a few times, but I really wasn’t interested in dating anyone.  I was always polite, Gus, and would have conversations with them.  It wasn’t long before I was left alone.”

“Things continued like this for quite awhile, Gus.   I’m not remembering how long.  Since the lease was totally paid, I started saving most of the money I made.  I cooked most of my meals instead of going out to eat, and that saved money, also.”

One night, while sitting at a table at La Rose, reading and sipping my drink, a guy walked up to the table.

“Hello, Ollie.”  he said.  “How are  you doing?  Do you remember me?”

“I looked up, Gus, and it was Sir Pete!”

“Yes, sir.  I remember you.  How are you doing?”

“Not bad, boy.  How about yourself?”  Pete asked.

“Pretty good, sir.”  I answered.

“I see you are no longer wearing a collar, Ollie, does this mean.....?”

“Yes, sir.  I’m a free boy, now.”

“Is it alright if I sit with you, boy?  I’d really like to talk with you.”

“I pushed the book off to the side, folded my hands, and gave him my full attention, Gus.  It was the least I could do.”

“Okay, Pete.  What would you like to talk about?  By the way, how are you and Tim doing?”

“That didn’t work out, Ollie.  We both wanted different things.  How about you, boy?”

“I’d rather not talk about me, sir.  Not at the present time.  Perhaps in the future I’ll be able to, but not now.”

“You know Ollie, I’ve been thinking about you since the day I met you.  I’d like to get to know you.  Would you have dinner with me, boy?”

“I’ll consider it, Pete.  When did you have in mind?”

“I’ll be out of town on business until next Friday.  Would Saturday be good for you, Ollie?”

“I pulled out my phone and checked the calendar.  I put everything on my calendar, Gus.  I’d forget if I didn’t.”

“Saturday will be good, Pete.  We can meet here, then head to the restaurant.  What time, sir?”

“Is 7 o’clock too late, boy?”

“That’s perfect!  We can talk , then.  I have work in the morning, so I best be going.  It’s good seeing you, Pete.”

“Good seeing you too, Ollie.  Have a good night.”

“I grabbed my book and went home.  I didn’t know if I was making the right decision or not, Gus.  I guess time would tell.”

“Time for me to fess up, Gus.  I’d been thinking about Pete since we met, also.  Even more so since I left the other sir.

There’s not much to tell at this point.  I went to my part-time jobs, stopped in at La Rose once or twice, and sat at the table and read.  Like I said before, I didn’t go out much.

On Saturday, I cleaned the apartment, then took a nap.  I laid out the clothes I was going to wear, and took a shower.  I got dressed around 6:30, and slowly made my way to La Rose.  I was getting cold feet, Gus.  I considered not showing, but that would have been rude.  I would have cancelled, but I didn’t have sir Pete’s number.  So I went.

He was already there waiting, bro.  It was too late to back out now.  I went to where he was sitting and said hello.  He looked at me and gave me a big smile.

“Hi Ollie!”  he said.  “You look very nice, tonight.”

“Hi, Pete.  You look nice, also.”  I told him.

“Having second thoughts, boy?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We can forget about this, if you want, Ollie.  Is there a problem?”

“No problem, Pete.  I just don’t know if I’m ready for this.  I’m just being silly, sir.  I haven’t been out with anyone since...So, where are we going?”

“Are you sure, Ollie?  I’ve been thinking about you all week.  I don’t want to push you into anything.”

The look on his face, Gus!  I shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m sure, Pete.  I guess I’m just having those first date jitters.  Let’s go talk.”

We went to the restaurant, and were shown to a table.  After ordering and getting our drinks, he began talking.

He told me all about himself, where he lived,  and about his job.  He then started asking about me.  There wasn’t much to tell, Gus.  Besides going to work, and going to La Rose once or twice a week, I didn’t do anything.  I’m sure he wouldn’t have been interested in hearing about my conversations with my boymates.

After dinner we headed back to La Rose.  I thanked him for dinner, and was going to head home, when he said;

“Walk with me, Ollie.”

And so I dd.  We walked all around, and he continued talking.  He showed me where he lived...it was about a twenty minute walk from La Rose, maybe ten, if you cut through the park.  He told me the park wasn’t safe at night, and that I shouldn’t use the shortcut if I was alone.  I found that out the hard way,  a few years after I moved in with him.

You already know about that, Gus.  I wrote about it in “Ollie’s Recovery”.  Besides, this is about how I met Sir Pete and how we got together.

Pete asked to see me again, and I agreed.  I told him I wanted to take things slow, and he agreed.  The more time we spent together, the more relaxed I was with him, and the more I grew to like him.

We had been dating for about six months, when he invited me to his house.  I remember that day well, Gus.  When I rang the doorbell, he answered, wearing only a pair of gym shorts.  Oh, my God, Gus!  I knew he had a nice body, bro, but I didn’t realize how nice, until then.  I popped an instant boner!  I was wearing a pair of baggy jeans, and an extra long t-shirt, that thankfully, hid that.

I entered the house, and that’s when he told me that boys didn’t wear clothes in the house.  He showed me the cabinet where I could put my clothing.

Now, I don’t have a problem being naked, but I had been wearing a collar and a nub cage, so I kind of felt dressed.  I had neither, and I had a raging hardon!

I slowly began to undress; first, my t-shirt, which I folded and put in the cabinet.  Then my shoes and socks.  I wasn’t looking at him as I did this, willing my boner to deflate, which didn’t happen.  I took a deep breath, and unbuckled my belt.  That was when I looked, and he was watching.  He smiled, and told me to continue.  So I did.  My boner, which had begun to go down, sprang back up, harder than before.  I know my face was red.

I knew better than to try and cover up.  Not that he told me not to, but from my previous sir.

“Very nice, Ollie.  Very nice, indeed.”  He said.  “Your boy nub is really nice, and you have a nicely toned body.  Do you workout, boy?”

“Thank you, sir.  I don’t go to the gym or anything like that.  I do some exercises at home.”

“I’m impressed!  Would you like a tour of my house, Ollie?”

“Yes, sir.  I would like that, if it isn’t too much of a bother.”

“No bother at all!  Come with me, boy.”

We went  into the living room, which had a big, sturdy sofa, with plush cushions, beautiful artwork hanging on the walls, and a sliding glass door that led to a deck that looked out over a huge manicured lawn.  There was a stone path that led to a bench under the oak tree.  There were flowers and bushes along the privacy fence that went around the perimeter of the yard.

“This is beautiful, Pete.  I really like what you did with the lawn.  And that bench under the oak tree...it must be great sitting out there.”

“It is, Ollie.  I like sitting out there, just relaxing and listening to the birds sing.  I made that bench, boy.  We’ll have to go out there and sit, sometime.”

We went back in, and he continued the tour. He showed me his office, and then upstairs to the bedrooms.  He has four.  The three guest rooms had a queen-sized bed, and each had an en suite bathroom.  Then he took me to the master bedroom.

That room was huge!  We entered into a sitting room, that had a couch and two wingback chairs, through another door into the bedroom itself.  There was a king sized bed, with a window on either side, that looked out over the back yard, and two walk-in closets.  Through yet another door, to the en suite bathroom, that contained a standalone bathtub, with a Jacuzzi.  The shower was immense.  I bet four men could have taken a shower at the same time.  There were two showerheads at either end, and jets along the walls, that I’m guessing hit every part of your body, and a built in bench at each end!

Back downstairs, he led me to the large kitchen, that had a table and chairs, plenty of counter space, a stove, and a refrigerator, and a freezer, that was as big as the refrigerator.

“Well, boy.  That’s my house.  What do you think?”

“You have a beautiful home, sir.”

“It’s just a house right now, Ollie.  I’m hoping it becomes a home, soon!”

“Um...where does that door in the kitchen lead to, sir?”

“That leads to the basement, Ollie.  I’ll show it to you at another time.  Would you like something to eat, Ollie.  I’m feeling rather hungry, and I could also use a drink.”

“Yes, sir.  That would be nice.  What do you have in mind?”

“Just sandwiches and chips, and a soda to go along with it.  Is that okay with you, Ollie?”

“That’s perfect, sir.  Can I have water instead of a soda, Pete?”

“Of course you may!  Have a seat at the table, and I’ll prepare the food.”

After lunch, we talked a bit more.  I noticed the time, so I told him it was time for me to leave.  I could have stayed longer, but I wasn’t ready to have sex with him, yet.  And I knew, as sure as my name is Oliver, that I would have.

“I had a lovely time, sir, but I need to be going.  I have a lot to do tomorrow, and I want to get to bed early, tonight.”

“I understand, boy.  I’ll be out of town most of next week.  May I see you when I get back?”

“Yes, sir.  I’d like that.”

I got dressed, gave him a hug, and left.

“Bro!  You were dating him for six months and you hadn’t had sex?” asked Gus?  “As hot as sir Pete is, I would have jumped his bones a long time ago!”

“It’s not that I didn’t want to have sex with him, Gus.  We did plenty of making out, so I did get my feels in.  And from the feel of it, it was big.  You’ve seen Sir Pete naked, Gus.  Can you imagine how big it gets?”

“I can, Ollie.  Sir Seth hangs just as big as sir Pete, bro.  So I can imagine.  I’d bet they’re the same size hard.  I’m just amazed that you don’t walk bowlegged!”

“Ha! Ha!  My thoughts about you, exactly!  I wonder if they’d let us measure them, Gus.  What do you think?  Should we ask them?”

“You ask, Ollie.  I’m not up for a spanking and standing in the corner.”

“Sir Seth would spank you for asking that, bro?”

“Not for that, Ollie.  But asking for him and sir Pete to do it together.  I’m not taking that chance, bro!”

“Yea, I don’t think  Sir would go for that, either.  You’re right.  Better not ask.”

I was at loose ends that week, waiting for Pete to get back.  I walked past his house, several times a day.  Every time I approached his house, my nub would get hard.  I don’t know why that happened, bro.

“You were probably thinking about being in his bed with him, Ollie.  I know I would have been.  I was like that with Sir Seth, bro.  Just thinking about him had me boned!  So, what happened next, bro?  Why are you taking so long?”

“Sorry, Gus.  I keep getting lost in the memories.”

“Yea, I’ve noticed that far away look in your eyes.  It’s funny how remembering can do that to a person.  Continue, please!”

“Alright!  That week was so long, Gus.  By the end of the week, I thought I’d go crazy, waiting for him to call.  It wasn’t until Saturday afternoon, that the caller ID showed the call was from him.  I answered right away.”

“Hello?”  I didn’t want to sound too eager, bro.

“Hello, Ollie.  You answered rather quickly, boy.  Were you sitting on top of your phone?”

“Oh, no, sir.  I was just walking past when it rang.  So, are you home, Pete?”

“I am, Ollie.  Would you like to do something, like go out for dinner, then spend the night with me?”

“Dinner would be nice, sir, but I don’t know about spending the night.”

“So, that wasn’t you that....”

“What, Pete.  That wasn’t me that...what, sir?”

“I’ll tell you at dinner, boy.  I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“That only gives me two hours to get ready, sir.  That’s hardly enough time.”

“That’s plenty of time, boy.  I’ll see you at 7.  Be outside waiting!  Goodbye, Ollie.”

“Two hours, Gus?  He gives me two frigging hours?  You know I need more time than that!  Heck, it takes me that long to decide what to wear!”

“It takes you that long to pick out clothes, Ollie?  Shower, shave, and get dressed.  Nothing to it!  You can do that in what, 15 minutes?”

“Anyway, I made it outside, just as he was pulling up.  As I opened the door and got in, I saw that he was smirking at me.”

“What?”  I asked?

“Nothing.”  He replied. 

He reached over and brushed the hair out of my eyes.  I’d been meaning to get it cut, but just couldn’t seem to find the time.

While waiting for our food, he was rambling on about this and that, but I really wasn’t paying attention.  Finally I said:

“You were going to ask me something earlier, but then you didn’t.  What was it?”

He chuckled.  “That wasn’t you that stood in from of my house every day, Ollie?”

“How do you know that, sir?”

“I have security cameras around the house, Ollie.  I take frequent business trips, so I needed some type of security.  Plus, there is a car that goes by at random times, to make sure everything is as it should be.  I was sent several pictures of you, standing outside the house, and just looking.  Since I knew it was you, I told them that you meant no harm, and they let you be.  Why were you doing that, Ollie?”

“I was missing you, sir.  Standing outside your house made me feel better.  I like you, Pete.  A lot!  But you scare me.”

“I scare you, boy?  Why’s that?”

“You’re big, sir.  How big, I don’t know.  I’m afraid you’ll hurt me.”

“I don’t understand, boy.  I’m not any bigger now, than when I first met you.  I stopped growing a long time ago.  I doubt very much that I’ll get taller than I am.”

“I don’t mean that way, sir.” 

I looked around and made sure no one was listening, and leaning over and lowering my voice, said, “Down there, Pete.”  I pointed to his crotch.  “I haven’t seen it, but I’ve felt it.  And from what I’ve felt...that scares me!  I’m no virgin, sir, but...”

“Ha! Ha!  Don’t worry about that, Ollie.  When the time comes, you’ll be well prepared.  Does this mean you’ll spend the night?  It’s been six months, boy, and we haven’t gone past making out.  My hand is fine, Ollie, but I want you.  And I want more than just you in my bed.”

“I’m very fond of you, Ollie.  More than fond, I think I’m falling in love with you.”

“Me, too, Pete.  I’ve been trying to avoid it, but I can’t any longer.  I think it started when we first met.  If I hadn’t been with someone at the time, I probably would have gone out with you.  Sorry to say this Pete, but I’m glad it didn’t work out with Tim.”

“Let’s finish eating boy.  We’ll stop by your apartment, and you can grab a change of clothes and your kit.”

“Yes, sir.  That’s a good idea.”

With that, we finished eating, and left the restaurant.

“And then what, Ollie?  You’re not going to stop there, are you?  Come on bro, get to the good part.  Don’t leave me hanging!”

“Give me a break, Gus!  I’m the one doing all the remembering, and the typing, I might add.  Go get us something to drink, bro.  I need to close my eyes for a sec.”

We hear the intercom click on, and sir Seth say:

“Gus!  It’s time to go, boy.  Ollie has  things to do.  Clean up whatever mess you boys made.  Five minutes, boy!”

“Yes, Sir.  Come on, Ollie.  Let’s go up.”

Gus came over the next day, looking none too happy.

“What’s up, bro?  You look like you lost your last friend!”

“I’ll tell you later, but look!”

He turned around, and I saw that his butt was bright red.

“Sir is picking me up at 10:30.  I’m only here now because he knows we’re working on a story.   So, what happened after you left the restaurant?”

“We went to my place and I grabbed a change of clothes and my kit, then headed to Pete’s house.  Of course, I removed my clothes, and put them in the cabinet.”

“Would you care for something to drink, Ollie?”  he asked?

“Not right now, sir.  Could we just sit and relax, please?

“Of course, boy.  Are you still nervous?”

“A bit, sir.  What happens after, Pete?  After we have sex.  Will you just say ‘that was nice Ollie’ and send me on my way?”

“First off, boy, I’m not going to have sex with you.”

“You’re not?”  I asked in surprise.  “But I thought...”

“Ollie, look at me.” 

I looked at him, and he put his arm around me and pulled me close to him. 

“No, Ollie.  I’m not going to have sex with you.  I’m going to make love to you.  I love you, boy, and I want you to live here with me.”

“Oh, Sir!”  I started crying.  “I love you, too!  Do you mean it?  Do you really, really mean it?”

“Yes, Ollie.  I really, really mean it.  Now dry your tears, and let’s go upstairs”

“And that’s what we did, Gus.”

I watched as he removed his clothes, revealing one section of his body at a time.  When he took off his pants, his penis made a huge tent in his underwear.

“Allow, me, Sir.”  I said.  “I got down on my knees and slowly pulled down his boxers, revealing the most perfect penis I had ever seen!  It was sticking straight out, and had a bead of precum on the tip.  I licked it off, stood up, and, taking hold of him, led him to the bed.”

“We laid facing each other, and he began kissing me, running his fingers up and down my side.  I turned on my back and he kissed his way down my body, licking and sucking and slightly biting my nipples, then kissed his way down to my pubes.  I was close to cumming.”

“Stop, Sir.  I’m close, and I don’t want to cum, yet.”

“He moved up next to me, and I started kissing my way down his body.  His scent was like an aphrodisiac, driving me crazy, and the taste of him, well, there’s nothing to compare it to.”

“I licked my way down to his crotch, and buried my nose in his pubes.  His scent was much stronger.  I licked all around his head, and up and down the shaft   Back at the top, I again licked around the head, and lapped up his salty sweet nectar.  Opening my mouth wide and engulfing the head, I slowly began working my way down, swirling my tongue around the shaft as I did so.”

“I was able to take about half, so went back to the tip.  I went up and down, until he was writhing and clutching the sheets.  When I knew he was close, I stopped, and went back up and lay beside him.  He pulled me on top of him, and I laid my head on his chest.”

“We stayed like that a few minutes, and then he rolled me on my back and got between my legs.  He sucked me for a few minutes, then started sucking on my balls.  He licked down to my hole and began eating me out.  He inserted one finger, then two, and started stretching me.  He added a third finger then lubed me, and his cock, and began pushing in.  When his head breached my hole he stopped, and let me adjust.”

“Are you alright, Ollie?”  he asked?

“I just nodded, and held him tight.”

“He moved slow, stopping to let me adjust, until he was all the way in.  When I stopped spasming around his cock, he pulled out a bit, then back in.  In and out, in and out, rotating his hips, driving me crazy.”

“He kept hitting my prostate, and when he pushed in for the last time and started shooting his load in me, I began cumming myself.  We were locked together in ecstasy.”

“Sir rolled us on our sides, and we held each other and kissed, until we came back to our senses.  We stayed like that until he softened and slipped out.  I went and cleaned up, and he came in, and we showered, went back to bed and fell asleep.”

When I woke up the next morning, I was alone.  I went to the bathroom, then decided to try out that awesome shower.  Bro, it was awesome!  After I dried off, I cleaned my teeth and shaved.  Gathering up my kit, I made my way downstairs, and followed my nose to the kitchen.

He was at the stove, wearing nothing but an apron, tied around his waist.  What a sight!  I walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around him.”

“Good morning, sexy.”  I said.  “Whatcha cooking?”

“Fried potatoes right now, boy.  Bacon is warming in the oven.  How do you like your eggs?”

“I prefer over easy, but will eat them any way you make them.  But really, Sir, I’d rather eat you.”

“We have all day for that, boy, unless you have things to do at home.”

“No, Sir.  My day is free.  Is there coffee, Sir.”

“Over there, Ollie.”  He pointed to the other counter.

“Anything I can do to help, Sir?”

“You can make the toast, Ollie, and pour me a cup of coffee; one sugar and a dash of cream.”

I started the toast, and poured us both a cup of coffee, and brought them to the table.  I buttered the toast when it was done, and brought that to the stove.  Everything was done by then, and we filled our plates and sat down.

“Did you have a good sleep, Ollie?”

“It was great!  You should have woke me when you got  up.”

“I thought of it, boy.  I just couldn’t disturb the sleeping angel.”

“Angel?  Me?  Ha! Ha! You don’t know me very well but, thank you, Sir.”

We ate, and I cleared the table and did the dishes.  We grabbed another cup of coffee and went out on the deck, and talked.  After a bit, we went down to the yard.  We made our way over to the bench under the oak tree.  I was quiet, thinking over the conversation we had last night.

“I know what you’re thinking, Gus.  I am quiet at times.  You just haven’t witnessed them very often.  Besides, I had a lot to think about.”

The rest of the day, we just hung out together.  We did a lot of talking, and by the time he dropped me off, I had decided to move in with him.

He left for another business trip on Monday, and I spent the week doing  my usual stuff, plus packing my stuff.  He came over on Saturday, and we loaded everything in our vehicles, and went to Sir’s, and brought it in.  It was now official!

Except for where I was now living, everything was as usual.  He went on his business trips and I went to my part time jobs.

Well, some things were different.  I now had chores that had to be done.  I learned the hard way, the way I always learn, Gus, the consequences for not doing them.  Lots of spankings and a lot of time staring at the junction of two walls.

“That’s how things continued for the next few years, until I was attacked and raped.  You can read about that in “Ollie’s Recovery”  Sir stopped travelling and worked from home, so he’d be there with me.”

“You pretty much know what happened after that.  You know how I almost fucked it all up, Gus.  That was when our Sir’s hired that Discipline Monitor, DM Zac.  I wrote about that in “Ollie and Gus Get Disciplined.”

It wasn’t long after that, that Sir had to be gone on business again.  Not wanting to leave me alone, he contacted that discipline place, who sent him a list of nearby Discipline Monitors.  I was there for the interviews, but none of them suited us.

“Sir said that he would have to delay travel, until he found someone.  I was really hoping that would happen.  But it was not to be.”

I came home from doing the grocery shopping, one of my chores.  I put the bags inside the door, and stripped down to my collar and nub cage.

“Sir!  I’m home!”

“I’m in the kitchen, Ollie.”

I grabbed the bags and headed there.  I was surprised to see a guy, sitting at the table.  Sir didn’t say anything or introduce us, so I proceeded to put the groceries away.  When I was done, Sir told me to have a seat.

“Ollie, I have hired a Discipline Monitor to look after you when I’m away on business.  His name is Ollie also, but you will call him DM Ollie, or sir.  To avoid confusion, you will be referred to as boy Ollie, when he is giving me his report.  Is that understood, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”  I said, hanging my head and pouting.

“None of that, boy.  I know you don’t want me to travel, Ollie, but it’s part of my job.  It’s been on hold because of what happened to you, but you’re better now.”

“Yes, Sir.  Sorry, Sir.”

“Pay attention to what I’m going to tell you, Ollie.  I won’t be leaving for a couple of weeks, so DM Ollie will be staying here so he learns your routine, and what is, and what is not, acceptable.  After that, and this depends on how DM Ollie wants to do it, I will either be dropping you at his place, or he will be here.”

“DM Ollie is permitted to send you to your corner, or to your room, but that’s it.  He is not permitted to spank you.  What he will be doing, however, is reporting everything to me.  If you do something that needs immediate attention, he will be contacting DM Zac, who will be administrating your corporal punishment.  You know how that works, right boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  DM Zac will send me an email, and I will spank myself.”

“That’s right, boy.  DM Ollie will make sure you carry out your punishment.  If it’s something major, boy, I’ll also be administering my own spanking and other punishments when I get home.  Am I being clear, boy?”

“Yes, Sir.  Very clear.”

“Alright then, boy.  You can go.  Gus called, and wants you to call him.  You can do that now.  I still have some things to discuss with DM Ollie.”

I left the kitchen and went to my room and called Gus.

“Hey bro, what’s up?  Sir said you called.”

“Sir Seth said I can go out tonight.  Do you want to meet me at The Pony?”

“That would be great!  I’ll have to ask Sir.  He hired a Discipline Monitor for when he travels, bro, so I can’t ask him right now.  He’s still discussing things with him.”

“I’m going to have to be extra vigilant now, Gus.  I’ll have three people watching my every move; Sir, DM Zac, and the new guy, DM Ollie.  Yea, we both have the same name, bro.  Sir said they will refer to me as boy Ollie.  Ain’t that a bite in the behind!  I’ll ask as soon as DM Ollie leaves.  Get this bro, he will be staying here for the next couple of weeks so he can learn my routine.  I won’t even be able to say I’m allowed to do whatever I do.  You know me, bro.  I can only not be naughty for so long.  Kinda like you.”

“That sucks, Ollie.  But it’s better than the alternative.”

“There was an alternative?”

“Yea there was.  Didn’t you know about it?”

“Obviously not.  I wouldn’t have asked, if I knew.”

“Well, sir Pete asked Sir if he could drop you off here, if he didn’t find someone.  As you know, bro, Sir wouldn’t put up with your shenanigans.  He’d have your poor butt red all the time!”

“Yea, that wouldn’t have been good.  Maybe this DM Ollie guy won’t be too bad.  I’ll call you back as soon as I get a chance to talk to Sir.  I’m going to sneak down and try to listen to what they’re talking about.”

“Be careful, bro.  Don’t get caught!”

“I will.  I’ll talk to you soon.  Bye, Gus.”

“Bye, Ollie.”

Sir was closing the door when I got downstairs, so I didn’t have a chance to eavesdrop.  I guess that’s good.  Sir seems to have a sixth sense when it comes to me.  I probably would have been caught!

“You and Gus get caught up talking about whatever you silly boys talk about, Ollie?”

“Yes, Sir.  All caught up.  Sir?”

“Yes, Ollie?”

“Sir Seth gave Gus permission to go out tonight.  Gus wants to know if I can meet him at The Pony.  May I Sir?”

“I’ll think about it, boy.  Go get cleaned up, boy, and we’ll go out for dinner.  It’s too late to make something.  I spent more time with your Discipline Monitor than I thought I would.”

“Okay, Sir.  I’ll be back down in a bit.”

“You have 30 minutes, boy.  Now git!”

After Ollie was upstairs, Pete called Seth.

“Michaels’ residence, this is Gus speaking.  How may I help you?”

“Hi, Gus, this is sir Pete.  Is your sir available?  I think so, sir.  Let me check.”

Gus  calls over the intercom, letting his Sir know that sir Pete is on the phone.

“Hi, Pete.  What’s up?”

“I hired a Discipline Monitor to look after Ollie when I travel.  He just left, and I don’t feel like cooking, so we’re going out.  Would you and Gus like to join us?”

“Sure!  That would be great!  I told Gus he could go out tonight, so I was thinking of going to La Rose.”

“Good idea, Seth.  We can eat at Ed’s Diner, then drop the boys at The Pony, and head over there.  We’ll meet you at Ed’s in say, an hour?”

“Sounds good, Pete.  See you, then.”

Ollie was just getting out of the shower when Pete went upstairs.

“Sir Seth and Gus are joining us for dinner, then we’ll drop you boys at The Pony.  I’m going to take a quick shower, so start getting ready.”

“Thank you, Sir!!  You’re the best!”

Pete took a shower, and for once, Ollie was ready and waiting.  They left and met Seth and Gus, had dinner, dropped the boys off and went to La Rose.

Pete told Seth about the Discipline Monitor he hired,  and told Seth to feel free to drop Gus there, if he needed to.

The boys met their Sir’s at La Rose at the appointed time, and they all left for the their homes.

Pete travels quite a bit, so DM Ollie has boy Ollie a lot. 

Ollie, being Ollie, gets himself in trouble, quite often.

He’s a naughty boy.  What do you expect?

The end.

Posted: 08/13/2021