Jane sat down on the couch close to Jack. Nuzzling his neck he murmured: "It's my birthday soon."

Jack turned to him. "Really? When? What do you want for a present?"

Jane swallowed and Jack grinned. "The way you're not answering the question I guess it's an... adult birthday wish."

Jane slid off the couch, kneeling between Jack's thighs. He buried his face in Jack's lap.

"I'd like to be yours 24/7, Jack. At least - 24 hours that is. For that day."

Jack wasn't entirely sure he'd gotten that correct, so he lifted Jane's chin and made him look up.

"How is you being submissive for all of your birthday a gift for you?"

Jane swallowed again. "Because there's nothing I want more. Be entirely yours, be - at peace in your hands. Or by your feet. Whatever you please."

~o0o~

They were talking on the phone, about ten days before Jane's birthday.

"You'll get a little pre-present soon."

"Really? When?"

Jack chuckled. "I mailed it today, so soon."

Jane couldn't help but check his mail box right away although he knew it was ridiculous. He kept checking it every day until finally an envelope was waiting for him. The sight of his name in Jack's handwriting did funny things to his gut. He sat down in his living room. Opening the envelope he found a ticket – a flight booked for him the morning of his birthday. And back the next day. Jack had taken the 24 hour thing seriously. He couldn't help but be a little disappointed they wouldn't have more time together. There was also a single sheet of paper, folded twice. When he unfolded it he saw more of Jack's handwriting, and it felt ridiculously intimate.

Dear Jane,

I thought you might want a little time to get in the game, so here's what I want you to do:

Don't bring any luggage. The only items allowed are a pack of paper tissues, your house keys, wallet, and cell phone.

Wear a three piece suit, blue shirt, black boxers.

Shave.

Since it will be your birthday I'll grant you one wish. Think of something.

Your 24 hours start the moment your plane touches the ground. Text me at once.

I'm dying to get started.

Jack.

The morning of the day Jane's phone rang as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey! Happy birthday, Jane."

"Hey. Thank you."

"How are your preparations coming?"

Jane swallowed and felt himself starting to get hard. "Shaved clean just as you told me and showered. I'm ready to leave any minute."

"With nothing but the clothes on your back?"

"Yes."

"How do you feel?" Jack's voice turned soft, giving Jane a way out in case he changed his mind.

"Nervous. Excited." After a beat he added: "Aroused."

"So you're ready for your birthday present?"

"Yes, sir."

~o0o~

Jane got off the plane, phone in hand. It felt strange to have no luggage with him, insecure and vulnerable. He'd be completely dependent on Jack, and he loved it.

I'm there.

A minute later he got an answer.

Take a cab. Tell the driver this address.

Jane frowned. It wasn't Jack's place. So he wanted to play? He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Another message:

Trust me.

Jane smiled at that. Yes. He did.

The address turned out to be a sex shop, and the driver didn't even raise a brow. Jane paid him and got out. When he entered the shop a young woman with black hair and a piercing in her eyebrow turned to him with a friendly smile.

"Uh, hi. I was sent here by – my boyfriend. Though I have to admit I have no idea why."

Her smile got wider. "You wouldn't happen to be Patrick?"

"Yes, I am."

"Well, happy birthday to you!"

She reached under the counter and presented him with a parcel wrapped in black paper and a red ribbon. Holding it out to him she leaned on the counter. "If this kind of talk wasn't strictly against company policy I'd tell you that you're one lucky guy, Patrick."

He blushed. "So you know what it is."

She still smiled at him. "I wasn't referring to the gift..."

When he took it from her she straightened. "Follow me."

"Uh -"

"What's his name?"

"Jack, why?"

"OK, so Jack wanted me to give you some privacy. He expects you to unwrap it right now."

Jane followed her to the back of the shop, and she showed him to a small room. Basically a changing room, but with a solid door and nice lighting. She smiled and winked at him and closed the door behind her. Jane's hands were shaking as he started to unwrap Jack's birthday present. Obviously he had given this some thought!

The first thing he found was a card. The effect the picture had on him was overwhelming – a black and white photograph of a man, kneeling with his hands cuffed behind his back and his head bowed. Jane had to steady himself at the thought of kneeling before Jack like that. He wanted that, exactly that, so badly. A faint hope rose in him that maybe, just maybe Jack would let him. Make him. Very soon. He realized his 24 hours were already running and Jack was waiting, so he flipped the card over.

Hey beautiful, happy birthday again.

I want you prepared and ready to be used by the time you make it to my place, so choose one of those. I can't wait to see you. Actually seeing you is just the beginning of a lot more I plan on doing to you.

Jack.

Jane thought he'd never make it to Jack's place if he kept teasing him like this. For the first time the thought crossed his mind that maybe it was a good thing they only had 24 hours. He'd probably barely survive those...

He turned his attention to what else was in the gift box. A small bag made of black velvet. He reached inside. Plugs! Those were anal plugs. Jack wanted him to be plugged while on his way to his place. He tried to get his breathing under control. Choose one, Jack had written. There were three. He desperately wanted the biggest one, but he realized it would take him some time to adjust to that. So he decided on the medium sized one. Digging into the bag once again he found some lube. He checked the door. Probably it would be a good idea to actually lock it. He took a deep breath and decided to get his clothes out of the way. Wouldn't wanna show up at Jack's with lube all over the nice suit, he grinned to himself. So he shrugged out of his jacket and vest, pulled his shirt over his head and opened his pants. He was almost fully hard already, his cock springing free when he pulled down his boxers. He put his foot up on the small stool that stood in the corner and applied the lube, first to the plug and then to his ass. Trying to relax as best he could he put the tip against his hole, closing his eyes and gently pushing. The pull at his muscles was delicious, getting stronger and stronger as he pushed deeper, and just when he thought he couldn't take it any more the plug slid in. He panicked about being covered in lube for a moment before he remembered the one item on Jack's list that had confused him. Paper tissues. Jack had really given this some thought! He quickly wiped himself clean. He knocked against the base of the plug in the process, and when he felt it move inside him he couldn't help the moan that escaped him. The thought of walking with that thing up his ass, let alone sitting down in a cab sent a rush of arousal through his body. He briefly considered doing something about that arousal, but decided against it. He was grateful that his pants were relatively loose. No way would he have managed to get into jeans in his current state. When he was dressed again he collected lube and plugs and put them back into the box. Inhaling deeply he unlocked to door and tried to move through the shop as casually as possible. The lady at the counter smiled at him, but it wasn't smug, just friendly. He briefly let his eyes wander. Long shelves full of toys. Jack had been here, he realized, picking his present, thinking of him. Had he come here with his plan already in mind, or did he get the idea looking through the items? Jane was curious to see what else was in store, but Jack was waiting for him. There were a few customers present, but they didn't take notice of him. 'There's a plug up my ass', he thought as he passed a man his age, and he had to fight a grin. He felt good. Great even. And he was so desperate to see Jack...

When he stepped out on the street there was a cab waiting. It turned out the driver had been told to pick him up and already knew where to drop him off. For a while Jane was afraid Jack would make him take another detour, but then he recognized the neighborhood. Relief washed over him. Finally. Finally he'd get to be with Jack.

Just as he raised his hand to knock at the front door it was opened. God Jack looked amazing...dark jeans and a black t-shirt, a five o'clock shadow emphasizing his strong jaw. He smiled at Jane and stepped back to let him in, and the moment the door was closed he pulled Jane into a passionate kiss. "Finally", he rasped, still holding him close. Jane relaxed into his embrace. He was home.

"Which one did you choose?"

"Medium."

All of a sudden he was afraid it had been the wrong choice. What if Jack was expecting him to use the biggest one? What if he was disappointed, or worse, upset? "I could have managed the biggest one I think, but that would have taken me more time and I didn't want to make you wait. We can switch to the bigger one if you want, right now if -"

"Shhh, Jane, it's OK. Slow down. I told you to choose. It's fine. Relax." He gently stroked Jane's neck and shoulders until he calmed down. "Did it turn you on to put it in?"

"Oh god yes! I – well I didn't know if you'd approve of – if I was allowed to get myself off. So I didn't."

The look he gave him struck a chord in Jack. Eagerness to please. Jane was trying to anticipate his wishes, scared he might get it wrong. Jack smiled, still caressing him. "Good boy. Well done."

He let go and straightened. "What did you bring?"

"Nothing but the things on your list."

"Good. Hand them to me." He held out his hand, putting every item away, Jane's phone turned off. Then he moved close again, framing Jane's face. The look he gave him was pure love. "Everything you'll need for the next 24 hours, I will provide. I'll take care of you, Jane."

There was a small sound, almost a whimper. Jane felt like throwing himself at Jack's feet, but he pulled himself together, waiting for direction. And he could tell the moment Jack went into command mode. His stance changed, and he raised his voice just the slightest bit.

"Go shower. Use the soap you find there. That's what I want you to smell like. Then dress in the clothes I put there. That's what I want you to wear. Oh, and the plug stays right where it is, understood?"

"Yes, sir."

"And did you think of what to wish for?"

"Yes, sir."

"You wanna tell me now – or later?"

"I'd like to tell you now, please."

"So?"

"I wish you'd – name me. Make me yours by giving me a name."

"What's wrong with Jane or Patrick?"

"Nothing. It's just that I'd like to be – what you want me to be."

Jack moved closer, circling him. Jane stood without moving. Jack wasn't sure if he was still breathing. He whispered against his ear: "I will call you whatever I want."

"Yes, sir."

"Whether you like it or not, you will accept it."

"Yes, sir."

"I could be mean."

Jane swallowed. "Yes, sir."

"You want that? Humiliation?"

Jane closed his eyes. "Yes, sir!"

"Let's see. How about 'slut'." He kissed Jane's neck, causing him to shudder. No answer.

"Bitch." Another kiss, still no answer.

"Cunt." Jane groaned and pushed back against his body.

"Did I say you could move?"

"No, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"You will be if it happens again."

"Yes, sir."

Jack moved in front of Jane, tilting up his face. He didn't meet his eyes. "Look at me."

Jane licked his lips and raised his eyes. "How about I call you – 'beautiful'?"

Jane's knees gave way. He slumped against Jack's chest and was caught. Eyes wide in sheer horror he struggled to find his balance again. "I'm sorry, Jack. I'm so sorry!"

"Hey", Jack soothed him, "it's OK – beautiful."

Right now Jane was an open book. He craved Jack's praise, not fully believing it though – and the sub in him really wanted to be humiliated. All of that was playing on his face. Jack leaned in for a sweet kiss, and when Jane opened for him he deepened it, demanding complete surrender. "I'll call you what I choose", he growled when he broke away, and Jane dropped his head and whispered: "Yes, sir."

Jack sent him on his way to the bathroom with a hard smack to his ass. That would work so much better once Jane had changed...

Jane stepped into the shower. He recognized the soap – it was a scent he entirely associated with 'Jack'. He'd smell like Jack. His, completely. Down to the scent on his naked skin. He felt like staying under the hot spray forever, but Jack was waiting. His – Dom was waiting for him. How could he stall! When he stepped out of the shower he found a towel and his clothes – a fitted light blue jeans and a simple white t-shirt. No underwear. The shower had relaxed him a little, so he actually managed to put on the jeans. They'd get real tight real quick, he assumed.

TBC