Waking up to an ache that travelled up his back wasn't anything new to TJ. At this point, he liked the pain that reminded him of what he and Robert had gotten up to the night before. But he didn't have time to enjoy that. Instead, he stared at that collar that Robert had managed to snap around his neck as he brushed his teeth.

How much did he spend on this thing? Robert went out of his way to get it in his favorite color, and went the extra and unnecessary mile to have diamonds embedded in it, and the silver buckle. He was never one to be cheap with anything.

It wasn't like TJ couldn't take it off. It was a buckle, not a lock, and with a few tugs, he'd be free of it around his neck. But there was the question. Did he really want to? He closed his eyes, hooked a finger over the leather and tugged. Sure, him doing it to himself didn't do anything for him, but if it was Robert tugging it, not only with his hand, but with a leash, then. . .well. . .

Goddammit.

"Morning, babe," Robert joined him, wrapping his arms around TJ's waist and kissed his neck. "Liking your new collar, yet?"

"Shut up," TJ mumbled. "This isn't over."

"Of course it's not. We gotta go over the rules," Robert said as he turned on the shower faucet.

"Rules? What the hell do you mean 'rules'? There's rules with this shit?"

Robert kissed him on the cheek before stepping in the shower. "Don't worry, it's nothing you won't like."

TJ rolled his eyes, but knowing Robert, he was probably right.

The two of them were well versed in dom/sub relationships and customs, but a collar had never been involved. Robert seemed satisfied with a hand around his neck, but he was eager to try new things. This was just the latest. Under the collar, were bite marks that Robert left behind. Pressing against his neck, the collar caused them to slightly ache. Not enough to be distracting, but enough to be noticeable and for him to not forget what he was wearing and what it meant.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast," he said, walking out of the bathroom.

"Can you make waffles? I want those," Robert asked.

TJ scoffed and left.

He ended up making waffles.

While he cooked, TJ kept messing with the collar, tugging at it when he as a free hand. Damn Robert, knowing just what to do to feed into his sub kink.

"I want to put it on you night and tight, and then attach a leash, force you on your knees, and put you in your place."

To say he loved when Bobby put him in his place would be a severe understatement. It was always thrilling when Bobby made him kneel, even better if his hands we tied behind his back so he was truly at his mercy and beneath him. And Bobby standing over him, running his fingers through his hair before pulling, stroking his cheek, tilting his head up, and gripping his face reminding him of how powerless he was in that position. He melted when Bobby looked down at him with that smirk, and that hungry look on his eyes, because he had no idea what Bobby was going to do to him, and why would he? He gave up that control a long time ago once the scenes started.

And that was way before the actual sex.

"It's nice, isn't it?" Robert strolled in and sat at the kitchen table. "I had it custom made and didn't spare any cost."

"Like always," said TJ. He carried over the last bit of food over to the table, and moved to his own seat. But Robert being Robert, wrapped a hand around his waist and pulled into his lap.

"Thanks for the waffles."

"Uh-huh."

"Okay so, here's what's going to happen," Robert said, drowning his waffles in syrup. "We're going to have new scenes where you're going to be nice and obedient to me, doing everything I tell you to do to a tee, without question. And you're going to call me 'sir', like the good little fucktoy you are."

"You say it like I already agreed to this," TJ said.

"You did, when you let me put this on you," Robert hooked a finger around his collar and tugged. "I put this on you so you don't forget for a second that you belong to me. And since you're mine, I can do whatever I want with you."

"And if I don't want to?"

"Then I guess I'll have to tame you then, won't I?" Robert whispered in his ear. "You're acting like you don't enjoy submitting to me, but if you're going to be stubborn about it, then I have no problem with breaking you in."

The two of them settled into a slightly tense silence. Just like he thought, Robert tugging that collar was extremely nice. And exciting, goddamn was that small tug exciting. When Robert was going to put some actual force in it, or attach a leash, it was only going to get worse.

"It'll be fun, I promise," Robert said. He gently rubbed TJ's side. "C'mon, tell me what you're thinking."

"I guess I'm conflicted. I mean I love when you're dominate like this, but I'm worried about giving up even more control," he said, leaning back onto Robert's chest. "It's not that I don't trust you, it's just. . .I dunno. . ."

"No, no, I get it. I do," said Robert. "What can I do to make you feel better about it?"

"I think it's because you say it's more casual. . .If there's like, ques to when you're trying to start a scene, so I can say no if I want," said TJ. "That would make me feel a lot better."

"Of course, babe. I wasn't going to go into this without that." Robert finished off the last of his food. "We'll figure this all out, alright? Are you willing to give it a try knowing that?"

". . . .Yeah, fine," TJ mumbled. "Okay."

"Great! We can start with you cleaning this mess up." Robert gently pushed him out of his lap and grabbed his mug of coffee. "Join me in the living room when you're done."

That was just like Robert to switch from serious talks to being domineering seamlessly. TJ rolled his eyes and started to stack the plates when Robert stood walking and turned back to him.

"Well?" Robert asked.

"Well what?"

"You're forgetting something."

TJ arched an eyebrow, and mentally played back their conversation. What the fuck was the issue, he was doing what Robert told him, like he said, he didn't think he was forgetting anything. . . .oh.

Of course.

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy," Robert strolled back over, ran his fingers through his thick chestnut colored hair, and kissed his forehead. "You're learning fast. Now hurry up; I'll be in the living room."

ZZZ

Robert had a plan.

He was getting that leash attached to that collar, that's for damn sure. And it was going to go exactly how he wanted it to.

He sat on their large couch, watching some movie with TJ's head in his lap. Robert absentmindedly played with his hair, something he couldn't help but do whenever he was showing affection and comfort to the shorter man. Good thing it was thick, too, or else he would be pulling out clumps.

But anyways, he needed to focus. If he played his cards right, that leash would be snapped on that collar before the day was over. He knew how his boyfriend worked, in and out of the bedroom. He loved being submissive just as much as Robert loved being dominant, and he was going to use that to his advantage. All he had to do what get him right on the edge of that lovely subspace of his. Which was definitely a challenge; TJ was either not in it at all or completely taken over by it, and there was a extremely thin in between, and Robert really needed to take a day or two to master.

"Where's the blanket we keep on the couch?" Robert asked, looking around.

"I threw it in the laundry, it smelled horrible," TJ told him.

"What was that?" Robert lightly tugged his hair.

". . .I put it in the laundry, sir."

"See, was that so hard?" Robert teased. "Now go do a load of laundry and bring me another blanket."

"Yes, sir."

Robert had a shit eating grin as he watched him head to the laundry room. He saw that very subtle expression on the freckled mans face when he walked away, just like he knew he would.

He was getting that leash on him with that three letter word.

ZZZ

TJ slammed the drier door shut and turned it on. Leaning against the wash, he strummed his fingers against the metal, trying to calm down his breathing. Because being out of breath certainly wasn't helping the situation.

Goddamn Bobby, knowing exactly what to do to get him worked up like he was just some toy he could play with whenever he wanted. But it's not like he ever fought it, and how could he? Bobby and that deep, commanding tone of voice of his, that attitude and confidence he carried himself with, the scent of his cologne, he couldn't help but melt under him.

He slid down to the floor and grabbed one of the taller mans button up shirts that still had his scent on it. TJ brought it up to his nose took in his smell as his hand travelled under the waistband of his pajama bottoms and started stroking his hardened cock.

But he was just Bobby's little toy, wasn't he? It was too easy for Bobby to work him into a mess like this without much effort. Bobby's warm hands gripping his neck and travelling down the small of his back, he couldn't fight that, and he didn't want to. And now the collar around his neck kept reminding him of it.

The collar, though, wasn't so bad.

Once he calmed down from the suddenness of it, re realized easily feed into his desire to feel owned. And damn, it did a good job of it.

He belonged to Bobby, and that was perfect. Bobby owned him. Bobby could do whatever he wanted with him, because he was beneath him, and Bobby broke him in and knew how to put him back in place when he stepped out of line, and it was always thrilling to smart mouth and disobey him just so Bobby throws him on the nearest flat surface, or drag him into the hidden room only accessed through a hidden door to reduce him into the dazed, cock drunk, cum hungry whore who was so out of it that he couldn't remember his own name.

He tore a hole into the shirt with his teeth as he came, biting into the fabric to keep from yelling out.

He could handle this. He could definitely handle this.

ZZZ

He could not handle this.

TJ was back in their bedroom when a basket of clean laundry. He tried keeping his eyes off the chain leash that Robert hung next the bedroom door, but he kept glancing at it. It was teasing him. Mocking him. The day before he was against it but that resolve was quickly shattering, and each time he had to call Robert 'sir' kept chipping away at it.

Why did he have to have such a thing for authority and obedience?

He grabbed a few empty hangers and focused on hanging clothes in their closet.

. . .

. . .

Fuck.

He threw down the last item he was folding into the basket and snatched the leash off the hook.

ZZZ

Robert had dozed off while watching the movie and waiting for his favorite person to return. He woke to hand gentling waking him. After blinking the sleep out of his eyes, he was greeted by the most wonderful sight. His favorite toy holding his leash.

If it was alive, TJ would've strangled it to death by how tight his grip was.

"What are you doing with that?" Robert teased.

"You know exactly what I'm doing with this!"

Robert raised an eyebrow. "Watch your tone."

". . .I want you to put a leash on me, sir."

"See? I knew you'd come around," Robert chuckled. He takes the chain leash out of the shorter mans hand. This certainly was a surprise. He didn't expect it to work that fast, but he wasn't complaining. Not in the slightest.

"Get on your knees," he ordered. Robert watch him comply as he unwound the collar. Right where he belongs. Robert hooked a finger in the D-ring in the front of the collar and pulled him closer. "I knew you would want this. You can't help but submit to be, can you? But I want you to beg for it."

Robert watched his expression shift as he contemplated what was being ordered of him.

"Please put a leash on me, sir."

"Mmm. . .I think you can do better than that," Robert hummed. He swung the hook end of the leash in his right hand. "Try again."

He didn't speak again right away. Robert watched an embarrassed blush rose to his freckled cheeks as he tilted his head downward. The taller male leaned over until he was close enough to whisper in his ear.

"You okay?" Robert asked. "Do you want to stop?"

TJ shook his head.

"Well then," Robert leaned back in his seat. "I'm waiting."

". . .Thank you for putting a collar on me, sir. I deserve it. Please finish training me, Bobby. Please put a leash on me and put me in my place."

"If you want it that bad, how can I say no?" Robert chuckled. He tilted the younger male head upward, giving him a better view of that beautiful collar. One shift motion and the leash was clipped onto the D-ring at the front. Robert gave it a tug, pulling the younger male closer and between his open legs enough to bring their lips together in a heated and passionate kiss.

Robert reached under the small table next to the couch until his fingers touched the small chest under the floor. He felt around his until he gripped what he was looking for. A rather large, custom made dildo. Not quite as big as himself, but big enough. He reached back into the chest for the almost empty bottle of lube and drizzled it over the silicone dick.

"Take your pants off," Robert whispered in TJ's ear. He waited until his pajama bottoms was around his ankles before placing the toy underneath him and lining it up with his entrance.

"Lower on it and fuck yourself with it," he ordered in a deeper voice. Robert loved the shifting expressions of his face as he struggled to accommodate the large toy. The blush that spread on his face, the way his breathing hitched with every inch, Robert couldn't get enough of that. But he bottomed out eventually. With one hand pulling the leash, Robert used his free hand to lovely grasp the side of his face, stroking his cheek with his thumb. "Good boy. Now use your mouth to show me how thankful you are."

Robert leaned back, leaving him to do all the work. As he closed his eyes, he felt hands pull and untie the waistband of his striped pajama bottoms. Neither of them knew why, but TJ's hands were always ice cold, and that always sent a shiver up Robert's spine, especially when he was touching him like this.

It started with a few tortuously slow strokes, with his thumb massaging the underside of his already hard shaft. Robert sharply inhaled when the cold was replaced by the warmth of his mouth and tongue. It was one of the rare moments when Robert felt a bit of weakness, while his boyfriend gave most of his attention to the head of his dick before slowly making his way down.

Robert cupped the back of TJ's head and combed his fingers through his hair.

"Ha. . .why are you being so shy about it?" Robert asked in a breathy voice. "You can do better than that." With one swift pull, he forced himself down the younger males throat.

Being well endowed certainly had it's benefits. It wasn't like TJ had much of a gag reflex left, anyways. But he still had to adjust to the sudden intrusion, and those few seconds of his throat twitching around his neck felt like heaven to Robert.

He glanced down and was meet by the sight of those baby blue eyes looking up at him, hazy, unfocused, and focused and glossed over as he was well into his subspace. Robert reached for his phone and snapped several pictures. He tried taking videos before, but at this point, his hands were always too shaky.

Robert tossed his phone aside, though, when he felt an intense wave of pleasure jolt through his pelvis and lower stomach. Each wave was stronger than that last, and the older male couldn't help but tilt his head back and let out a guttural moan as he came, shooting copious amounts of thick, hot cum down his boyfriends throat that TJ obediently swallowed.

Breathing heavily, the black haired male watch him release his dick with a satisfying *pop*, but still had enough in him to cum on his cute freckled face and in his hair.

"You're so cute like this," Robert said as he took some more pictures. "Now what do you say?"

"Thank you, sir."

"Oh you are very, very welcome."

If this was the end of it, Robert would grab a few tissues and oh so lovingly wipe his face clean. But it was too nice seeing him like this, on his knees and completely submissive with his load on his face. Besides, the day was far from over, and Robert had plenty of energy. Robert said. He pushed his boyfriend backwards so he landed on the floor. Robert climbed off the couch until he was between his legs.

"Bobby. . .?"

"I said I was going to break you," he said. "I never said I was done."