Paparino's Piccolo Gattino

By the time spring break, which was combined with Easter break, rolled around in mid-April, Ash was beginning to find ways to cope with missing his lover. When he was at school, he wore the collar he’d given him almost two months ago, the dog tags tucked down into the collar of his shirt so no one asked to read them. Sure, other students gave him strange looks for wearing it, and some even asked why he wore it, but he told them all the same thing: it was part of his typical gothic style, and they questioned him no further.

He’d also become more and more comfortable with the idea of intimacy between the two of them, and that round they shared on Valentine’s Morning wasn’t the only time they’d made love now. He was still a bit hesitant about letting Andy bind him to their bed, although the older man had shown some trust in him. He’d allowed his sweetheart to use his bondage set to bind him to the bed instead, and used the old safe words he’d used since his mid-teens: “pineapple” in place of “yellow” since he wasn’t very fond of the tropical fruit, and “cucumber” in place of “red” since he absolutely hated them. His safe word for “green” was “grape” since that was his favorite fruit for as long as he could remember.

Regardless of where he was, there was always the niggling thought in the back of the teen’s head that he wasn’t being a good sub by refusing to venture further into the world of BDSM unless his lover was the one being bound, among other things. Ash had started thinking up possible safe words of his own, should he get ballsy enough to try such a thing, but hadn’t come up with any he thought fit.

The slight depression he experienced due to thinking he wasn’t being a good sub for Andy made him determined to get better about that. He knew that trust was earned, not given, and his boyfriend hadn’t done anything to make him distrust him; in fact, quite the opposite. He never once went past a boundary the teen put in place, although he did push them from time to time to find out what his comfort level was. Just as he’d sworn the day they told Jake, Jinxx, and CC about their relationship, he’d done nothing but be a good Dom to him, and he wanted to repay him.

“Hey, Jinxx,” he said, catching his submissive friend’s attention before last period officially started. “Will Jake mind you coming home with me today?”

“Not as long as I tell him I’m going to,” Jinxx answered, shaking his head. “Why? What’s up? Nothing’s wrong with Andy, is it?”

“No, nothing’s wrong,” he answered, trying not to make his dog tags jingle as he shook his own head. “I just have something I wanna ask you, but I don’t wanna ask it at school.”

It’s about your mutual interest in BDSM, isn’t it? his friend texted to him.

Refusing to say anything aloud and feeling slightly ashamed, Ash turned his head just enough that he knew he was looking at him and nodded.

“Ah, I see.” He had a look on his face that expressed wisdom beyond his years, and sometimes people often wondered if he lied about his age because of that. “Yeah, I can come home with you after school.”

“Thanks, Jinxx. You’re one of the best friends I could ever ask for,” he said, grinning.

“I’m guessing Andy tops that list with Jake and Chuppy following close behind?” he chuckled.

Their teacher walked into the room to start class before he could answer, so he just grinned at nodded. Jinxx chuckled under his breath as they pulled their textbooks out and laid them on their desks, along with the notebooks they used. Ash was just thankful that he had someone to talk to about what was going through his head, and especially because they were another submissive person.



Across campus in the band room, Andy found himself having to compartmentalize more than he normally would to finish out his work day. He was planning on stopping by Anna Maria’s after work to pick up dinner for himself and his sweetheart, as he didn’t have the patience to dine out tonight or feel like cooking, and he wanted to treat the teen to something special.

He was very much aware that something had been bothering his sweetheart lately, but he hadn’t been able to get him to talk about it. Having become close friends with Jake, despite the young man being a high school senior and several years his junior, he’d asked him what he thought he could do to help. The young man had told him that, based on his own experience with Jinxx, maybe it was a good idea to wait it out rather than press Ash for answers. He could understand his wanting to help his sweetheart any way he could, but sometimes being pushy got the opposite results that one desired.

The advice that he was given was sound and, after thinking it over, the older man realized that his sweetheart’s friend was likely right. That didn’t mean he couldn’t treat him to one of his favorite meals for dinner, nor would it stop him from doing so, and he intended to show him how special he was to him. Andy didn’t always intend on intimacy when showing him he was loved and just how much he meant to him, but sometimes that’s just what happened since they were so deeply in love with one another.

“Hi, I’d like to place a carry-out order,” he said, making the call to the restaurant right before last bell. “Two pepperoni strombolis…Biersack.” He had to spell out his surname since it was so unique. “All right, thanks.”

He quickly ended the call and prayed that his sweetheart wouldn’t mind that he’d done this tonight, but he really didn’t see why he would. There were some nights that Ash just didn’t feel like putting his culinary skills to use either, and he’d never turned down Anna Maria’s in the past. He supposed he was just nervous about what his opinion would be tonight because the teen had seemed so depressed lately, like something was really bothering him and he wanted to talk about it, but just couldn’t figure out how. Sadly, he understood all too well how that felt, memories of telling his parents about his sexuality and his past abusive relationship coming to the forefront of his mind.

Refusing to dwell on the past, especially now that he was healing more than he ever had before from Syn’s abuse, Andy gathered his things after the halls cleared. If he didn’t have to monitor them every day to keep the students from pushing and shoving each other in their rush to get home, he’d have already taken off to pick up their dinner. He shook his head as he pulled his key ring from his pocket, his messenger bag hanging from his shoulder and his helmet from his hand. More memories still of the times that he’d waited until he was one of the last students out of the building, of how his mother’d usually been a bit annoyed that he did that, returned to him. She hadn’t berated him for it unless they were late for something, knowing that he avoided as much trouble as he could, and he chuckled when he realized that he was still like that.

“Good afternoon, sir. How can I help you?” the woman standing behind the register asked when he walked into the little Italian restaurant a short time later.

“I’ve got a carry-out order that I’m here to pick up,” Andy answered.

“What’s the name?” she asked.

“Biersack,” he told her.

“Just came out of the oven,” she chuckled, walking over to grab the box. “Your total’s thirteen-ninety-nine.”

As quickly as he could, he handed over the necessary amount, telling her to keep the change as he grabbed the box and headed back out to his bike. Yeah, was a bit complicated riding with the box held firmly between his thighs, but luckily, they lived only about two minutes from there. Once settled, he fired the Heritage Softail up and put it in gear, eager to get home to his sweetheart.

“Ashes! I’m home!” he called a short time later, kicking the front door shut.

“In the kitchen!” the teen responded, sounding a bit better spirited than he had that morning.

“How was your day, gattino?” Andy asked, gently pecking his lips.

“It ended better than it started, that’s for sure,” he answered, squealing when he saw the box he held. “Ooh! Anna Maria’s!”

“Mmm hmm,” he hummed, getting out some plates. “I figured you could use something to help cheer you up, and that Anna Maria’s would be just the thing.”

“Awww. You’re so sweet to me, Daddy,” Ash giggled, his face lighting up.

With their food served up, the older man picked up the plates while his sweetheart grabbed the cutlery and their drinks. Since it was supposed to be a relaxing, romantic night in, he headed over to the couch, where he sat down before putting the plates on the coffee table. The teen took his seat beside him, gently setting the glasses down before handing him one of the knives he held.

Andy smiled at him warmly, quietly thanking him before grabbing his own plate. He was polite enough to wait until he was settled to start cutting into the stromboli he held, mesmerized by the way the light glinted off the dog tags he’d since pulled out of his shirt. He never got tired of seeing his token of love around his sweetheart’s neck, nor the shiny tags that held his words of love hanging from it. Not only did it reassure Ash that he loved him and always had, but it reassured him that the teen loved him in return. He never took it off, aside from getting in the shower, and its constant use was proof that he loved him; otherwise, he wouldn’t wear it.

“Daddy?” the teen asked about halfway through their meal.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. His mouth was full as he chewed, or he would’ve given him a better answer.

“Th-there’s something that I k-kinda wanna t-talk to y-you about,” he stammered, clearly nervous.

“What is it, gattino?” Andy asked curiously. “You don’t have to be nervous.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat before he spoke. “You remember how you said you have a bondage fetish? And how you’d always be a good Dom?”

“Yeah, I remember,” the older man answered. “I swore by those words then, and I still mean them today.”

“W-well…I k-kinda wanna e-explore the b-bondage f-fetish.”

He went to suck in a breath of air in a gasp, but having taken a bite of his food right before his sweetheart spoke, wound up sucking part of it down the wrong pipe.

“Daddy!” Ash cried, immediately clapping him on the back as he began to cough. “Arm up!”

Andy allowed him to grab his right arm and raise it over his head as he continued clapping him on the back firmly enough for it to be effective, but gently enough that he didn’t hurt him.

“You okay now?” his sweetheart asked, concern glittering in his chocolate-brown eyes.

“Y-yeah. I’m f-fine,” he stuttered, reaching for his glass.

“Are you sure?” the teen asked, obviously still concerned about him.

“I’m sure, gattino,” the older man answered, nodding as he took a sip of his drink. “I wasn’t expecting what you said, so it shocked me.”

“I made you choke on your food.” Tears welled up in his eyes as shame set in.

“Listen to me, Ashes. It was an accident,” Andy said firmly, turning his head so he was looking at him. “It was an accident because you didn’t know I’d react that way. I’m perfectly fine now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

A single tear slid down his cheek and he sniffled, but thankfully was reassured by his lover’s words.

“Now what made you suddenly wanna explore my bondage fetish?” he asked, gently rubbing his back.

“I’ve b-been f-feeling like I w-wasn’t being a g-good sub to y-you,” Ash stammered, once again nervous. “You do so much for me, even letting me bind you to our bed, but I barely do anything for you.”

“Just being by my side, loving me the same way I love you, and what few romantic favors you do or return are enough for me, gattino,” the older man swore, gently wiping his tear away. “You know I love spoiling you, and if you’re not comfortable with such a thing, I’m not gonna push you.”

“B-but I w-wanna,” he protested. “You seem to have so much fun when I truss you up like a pig. Besides, I trust you.”

I trust you. Those three words might not’ve meant much to others, or as much if they had a bit of a trust issue, but to Andy, they meant everything. With his painful, traumatic past, it obviously took a lot for his sweetheart to feel that way about him, but to admit that he did? As well as trust him enough to want him to bind him to their bed? That, alongside with his admitting that he wanted to give being the bound party a try, was almost too much for his system to bear.

Ash looked down at his lap as shame for admitting such a thing set in. He wasn’t ashamed of trusting his lover, nor admitting it to him; he was ashamed for admitting that he wanted to try being bound, even if it was only once. He’d expected his boyfriend to be shocked when he told him that, but because he had, he’d not only caused him to choke on his food, but now he wasn’t giving him a response, either. Maybe it was because he was shocked once again and needed a minute to take it in, but his delaying or not even giving a response hurt the teen that sat beside him.

Seeing what was wrong, the older man wrapped his arms around him after setting their plates aside, pulling him tightly against his chest. He gently rubbed his back and whispered sweet nothings in his ear, trying to calm him down again so they could hold a rational discussion. A person’s desire to be bound during intimacy wasn’t to be taken lightly, nor was anything but a rational discussion about it to be held.

“Shhh, shhh, shhh, gattino,” Andy murmured softly. “Listen to me.”

Sniffling a bit as he tried to hold more tears at bay, he hesitantly looked up at his lover, looking eerily reminiscent of that first day of school when they met.

“If you really wanna give being bound a shot, I’m more than willing to do so,” his lover said. “I just wanna be sure that’s what you want.”

“It is, Daddy,” the teen answered, sounding like he was two inches tall and scared he’d cut his tongue out for saying anything.

“My only question is…do you have your safe words?” They’d discussed this before when he went into a more in-depth explanation of his fetish, so he knew what he was talking about.

“Mmm hmm,” Ash hummed, nodding against his chest. “Jinxx helped me come up with them before you got home.”

“And what are they?” he asked. Safe words had to be shared so that when they were used, the Dom understood the message their sub was trying to give them.

“‘Pear’ for ‘green’, since they’re my favorite fruit, ‘banana’ for yellow, since I’m not very fond of them, and ‘lemon’ for ‘red’ since I hate them,” his sweetheart answered.

“Oddly similar to my own safe words,” Andy laughed.

“Now that I think about it, they are, aren’t they?” he chuckled, starting to smile again.

Reassured that he didn’t mind binding him to their bed, even if it only happened once, the teen turned his head and captured his lover’s lips in a sweet kiss. This made the older man hug him even tighter and gently lick the seam of his lips, silently begging for an entry he was glad to grant. He’d expected him to be shocked when he told him he wanted to try this, and was still a bit nervous about it.

On the flip-side, though, Andy was equally nervous since he knew about his past, especially how his mother’d chained him to the basement walls to either abuse and assault him, or allow others to. He knew that it was taking a lot of courage and trust on his sweetheart’s part to even want to try this, given what he’d been through. However, he understood where he was coming from, having been bound and abused by Syn numerous times before escaping that relationship. It’d taken a lost of trust and courage to allow the teen to bind him recently, and he hoped he didn’t mess up in being a good Dom to him when he allowed the favor to be returned.

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