His Submissive

Crying Fixes Nothing, Hugs Do

Jesus had immediately called Roze and bitched to her. When she answered Jesus greeted her with, "I met his parents." Roze froze as she looked at the phone for confirmation, "Wait, Jamie's parents? What, why? What happened to breaking up?

Jesus shook his head as he grabbed a bottle of Merlot, "He set me up. Said he wanted to go on a fancy dinner date, and I'm like, "Okay, why?" but you know we get all dressed up. Get there, he takes a call, I go to the bathroom which is when I texted you. I come out, how about this asshole is gone, the hostess asks me my party's name, I tell them his, and the only person on the list with his last name is his f*****g dad!" 

Roze gasped as she fixed herself a glass of wine, "Shut up!" 

Jesus nodded as he took off his clothes laying them out on the couch neatly as he walked around in his boxers and a tank top, "Babes, I'm so serious I had to sit through a dinner with his entire family. And the whole time I'm just waiting to leave so I can tear him a new asshole. But I couldn't do it." 

Roze pouted, "What's wrong poo?" Jesus started tearing up, "I didn't want to meet them for this reason." Crying Jesus dropped his phone and Roze closed her eyes in sympathy hearing her friend sob in despair. Picking up the phone Jesus admitted, "I don't like Jamie like how he likes me. I've known that for a while, but lately, it's been worse." 

Roze nodded as she sipped her wine, "Because the man you broke your whips and ball gags cherry with is in your vicinity. Of course it's gotten worse." Jesus scoffed, "Sven isn't even the issue, its Jamie. He put all this pressure on it and I kept trying to tell him I didn't want to meet them, but he didn't catch the hint." 

Roze groaned, "I'm so glad I was not in that situation, I would have walked the f**k out." Jesus chuckled, "I wanted to," He admitted sipping his wine, "I really did but then Jamie had this look on his face like he expected me to and it pissed me off." 

Throwing his head back Jesus groaned out, "Is this karma? Like, am I honestly getting my due process?" Roze was confused as Jesus admitted, "All I wanted was someone to be my boyfriend. Someone down for me and be there for me. No secrets, no mess, no drama, no hang-ups. I get that but I end up stuck in a constant state of s****l depravity? I just want commitment, bomb s*x, and food. Am I asking for too much?" 

Roze smiled a little, "No more than any normal person would expect." Jesus groaned, "f**k this s**t sucks!" Roze made a noise of sympathy as Jesus grabbed his wooden box and grabbed a rolled joint. "So what are you going to do?" 

Jesus blew out a stream of smoke, "I don't know, I mean I try to make things interesting between me and Jamie but the more I try to make it work the worse it seems to feel. I keep trying to forget about Sven, how he made me feel. Our s*x. But it seems impossible. I don't know babe I'm just all kind of f****d up right now." 

Roze pouted hearing her friend so defeated and hesitantly asked, "Do you miss Sven? I mean not just the s*x obviously, but if he is there for more than just that...could you to even have a relationship? One that doesn't stem from just s*x?"  

Jesus sat back as his mind thought of that. 

Jesus was winning, sweat slicked his body as he laid on his stomach, his ass in the air as Sven pounded his ass like it was his enemy. Sven had c*m twice, Jesus once, and Sven was not wanting to c*m again, he didn't want to lose. 

But Jesus kept thinking of what he wanted, and as Sven grunted, holding his ass cheeks open Jesus called out driving him crazy, "Yes Master, right there, harder! Make me feel it!" Sven groaned as he lost control and shot his c*m in Jesus' ass, his c*m face beautiful as he buried his face in Jesus' neck. 

Jesus hummed as he panted out amused, "I win." 

Sven pushed Jesus down on the bed as he fell beside him, "Fine pet, you win." Liting a joint Sven asked curiously, "What do you want to do?" Jesus smirked, "I want to see that new broadway play." Sven c****d an eyebrow, "I'm sorry?" Jesus chuckled, "It's a musical I want to go to next week. You're taking me." Sven sighed, and Jesus frowned as he propped himself up on his hand. 

He waited for Sven to tell him no, that it wasn't in the contract, not the role of a dom, or some s**t like that, but he was surprised. Sven smiled up at him sweetly and said, "Fine, I'll book the tickets." Jesus grinned widely in happiness, "No need I already got them. Just...meet me there." 

Sven snorted, "f**k no, I'll pick you up." Jesus looked at Sven surprised and then squealed happily as Sven pulled him on top of him, "And we'll get dinner and then we can come back here. And then I'll make you cum." 

Jesus giggled as Sven kissed down his neck. And for a blink of an eye he thought Sven was cracking...

Jesus blew smoke out, "Yeah, I mean when Sven stopped trying to force us to be just dominant and submissive he was a great guy and someone I could easily see myself with. It was just the other stuff, the other submissives, the distance I felt like he wedged between us that was the problem." 

Biting his bottom lip Jesus whispered, "I can't keep thinking about Sven while I'm with Jamie...but if I break up with him...?" Roze shrugged as she lit candles around her room, "Then get the d**k babes, but make sure first your not jumping for something just because of the good. Remember the bad too." 

Jesus put out his joint buzzed and depressed, "Trust me Roze, I do."