It has been a while, but I'm writing again. This is the conclusive chapter of the 'Student residence' story. More chapters of other stories will follow.
A visit home
-----Thursday evening , room Bastian and Troy
Bastian points the riding crop to where he wants Troy to carry out his order. With two fingers down, Bastian indicates that he wants Troy to kneel in that spot.
Troy kneels at the spot indicated by Bastian.
"Well done Troy. This was it for signal training for today. What signals did you learn today, boy?"
"The signal for 'Attention!'", Master, "The signal for 'come here', 'silence', 'on your knees', 'on all fours', 'butt up', 'lick' and the signal for 'get up'".
Bastian raises his index and middle fingers. Troy immediately stands up.
"With these signals, I can give you commands without having to speak them out loud. That works a little smoother right away." says Bastian.
"What if I don't see Your signal because I'm looking elsewhere Master?"
"Then I just snap my finger to get your attention, you will see that it will work."
Bastian's phone rings, Bastian grabs his phone and looks at the screen. "Ah, a call from your father, Troy." Bastian takes the call "Hello Mr. Van der Zandt... of course Mr. Van der Zandt..." Bastian hands his phone to Troy. "Your father wants to talk to you. I'll be gone for a while; you guys can talk quietly."
"Hi Dad."
"How are you boy?"
"Fine dad, but why aren't you calling me directly now, but through Bastian?"
"Bastian is now your Dominant. You have made to him the Promise of Obedience. I don't want to bypass Bastian when it comes to you"
"Well then, you're still my father, aren't you?"
"Yes indeed, and a proud father too. But since you moved into the ICV, Bastian is now responsible for you, not me."
"Oh? But you still pay everything for Bastian and me?"
"I help you financially, yes. I'm happy to do that. But in terms of parenting, I'm done. You're eighteen now and officially an adult. You're supposed to be independent, but I'm a lot more at ease now that you're under Bastian's authority."
"Dad!"
"Don't pretend to be the feigned innocence, you just love being dominated by Bastian."
"Well, I can't deny that..."
"And I'm very happy for you that you have Bastian.... I'm calling you about your visit coming weekend."
"Yes, Bastian and I are both coming home to you for the weekend."
"That will be the first time I get to welcome you as a couple, and I’m really looking forward to it. We also have some important matters to discuss at home, but those can wait until the weekend. I’d like to remind you that, as members of the ICV, the ICV rules apply here at home as well. This means you must address and obey Bastian here in the same way you do at the ICV."
Troy feels a little insecure "Does that really have to be Dad?"
"Yes Troy, we have to. Bastian already knows about it. It's certainly not like I haven't seen submissive boys before. You are a submissive boy. I sent you to the ICV so you can be yourself. I want you to be able to be yourself here at home, too."
"OK dad" Troy breathes a sigh.
"Your submission is nothing to be ashamed of. I want to see how Bastian and you interact. You are my son, and I want the very best for you. I think a Dominant boy like Bastian is the very best for you. You agree with that, don't you?"
"Yes Dad, Bastian is the best thing that happened to me."
"Good, that's settled then. No fake stuff here in the house, you're just as submissive to Bastian at home as you are in the ICV."
"You always get your way don't you dad?"
"You see that right boy. See you tomorrow night then."
Moments later, Bastian re-entered the room. "Well, you heard, right?"
"Yes Master" says Troy "I'm not sure whether I'm entirely comfortable with it right now."
“I don’t think you have much to worry about. Your father is an experienced Master—he’s seen it all and knows the ropes." Bastian chuckles briefly at his own lame joke. "I’m more worried about myself, though. Your father is obviously going to judge me to see if I’m a good Dominant for his precious little son."
"Pffft, my father absolutely adores You, in my opinion you can do no wrong in his eyes."
"We'll see. In the meantime, you will also behave nicely submissive and obediently at your home."
"I'll have to..." says Troy with a glum face.
This lands Troy a hefty spank with a riding crop on his ass. Troy’s breath hitches as he arches his back, presenting himself instinctively. ‘That’s a good start, Master,’ he moans, his voice heavy with need.”
"Are you already begging for a spanking again?"
“But Master! You’ve kept me waiting for almost a week—I’m going crazy here. How am I supposed to hold myself together tomorrow with Father watching?”
"Tomorrow you also have to be submissive in front of your father. It is completely understandable that you are a little nervous about that. Obedience will suit you better tomorrow when your balls are still full."
"Yes Master."
Bastian gives Troy a firm hug "You'll see that everything will be fine tomorrow. Your father is not a bogeyman. He has completely accepted your submissive nature. Now it's just you."
With a final tap of the riding crop on Troy’s buttocks, Bastian sends him to bed. "Get some sleep," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. "Tomorrow, you’ll prove to both of us just how perfectly submissive you can be.”
-----Friday evening , Van der Zandt House, Provincetown
The boys are both dressed in full leather at the door of the Van der Zandt home. Troy gets some final instructions from Bastian. “I know that you and your father are used to speaking informally with each other. In my presence, however, I want you to speak to him with the utmost respect—address him as you would a superior.”
"Yes Master."
Bastian rings the doorbell. A moment later, George van der Zandt, neatly dressed in a suit, opens the door. "Come in boys! Be welcome!". Entering, George first gives Bastian a bear-hug. "It's good to see you Bastian!" Only then does his son get a few kisses on cheek "Welcome home, boy".
"Thank you Sir."
"Sir? George asks his son in surprise.
"That’s the command of Master Bastian, Father. In His presence I must address You as my superior."
"If Bastian wants it that way, that's how we're going to do it. After all, I’ve asked you to obey him."
"Asked, father?"
Troy gets a corrective pat on the butt from Bastian.
George must laugh "No, Bastian, Troy is right. I didn't ask him; I told him to.
George leads the boys into the parlor. "Sit down boys. Would you like something to drink perhaps?".
Bastian cast Troy a much-meant look.
"Within the ICV, it is the job of the subs to provide drinks for the Doms. What would You like to drink father?"
George must smile. "Bring me a port, boy."
"Yes Sir." Troy turns to Bastian. "What would You like to drink, Master?"
"Give me a port as well. Have one yourself."
"Yes Master, thank you, Master."
After Troy serves the port, Bastian gives a few hand signals and Troy kneels on the floor next to the armchair where Bastian is sitting. Bastian puts his hand on Troy's neck and gently massages Troy's neck.
"I must admit that I am somewhat overwhelmed by this 'protocol'" says George.
"This is what you asked us to do, Mr. Van der Zandt."
"You are absolutely right Bastian and you are doing a good job. This is what I asked and instructed you to do."
Troy is already horny, but Bastian's quiet dominance and self-assurance make him even hornier. The combination of his submissive position and the nice neck massage Bastian gives him makes the blood rush to his cock. He balks at the fact that Bastian has chosen super-tight leather pants for him today of all days. His dick is already starting to show in his crotch. Aggrieved, Troy puts his hands in front of his crotch to keep his erection hidden.
"Put your hands by your sides" Bastian says gently but in a stern tone to Troy. Troy obeys but gets a fiery red head when his cock and balls, now at full strength clearly mark themselves in his crotch, visible to all.
George looks at his son grinning. "I see Bastian's Dominance is doing you good boy. You are looking good. Your study results, since you have been under Bastian's guidance, have also seriously improved. You appear to really need his strict hand. And it is abundantly clear to see that this arrangement pleases you greatly"
Troy feels uncomfortable. However, his cock seems to take on a life of its own and is now even starting to throb in his tight pants. He wants to say something and starts to makes some noise, but then realizes his position and decides to swallow his words.
Bastian is still massaging his sub's neck and says, "Speak freely to your father."
"Why have You never been strict with me, Father, if You are of the opinion that I need a strict hand?"
The words linger for a moment as Troy's thoughts involuntarily go back to a few years earlier. He was fifteen. Luuk, his cocky classmate, had caught him with a cigarette behind the bike rack. That crooked grin, the look that made him stiffen. In bed at night, it played over and over in his head. Luuk, with his big mouth against teachers, now stern and implacable against him. In his fantasy, Luuk pulled him over his knee for a spanking on his bare bottom. Luuk's voice commanding, low and firm. Always those tough guys. Never his father. The warm glow he imagined on his buttocks kept him awake for hours at the time.
"Did you want to get spanking from me then, boy?" George' voice pulls him back to the present.
Troy looks away for a moment, his cheeks coloring. But he answers honestly. "From childhood I have fantasized and longed to get spanked. But never from You. With You, I always felt warm and safe."
"That has always been the intention. I'm very dominant, that's true. But I'm also your father, boy. You had to feel safe with me, not vulnerable. I knew early on that you have a submissive nature. Above all, I am your father. My role has always been to protect you and provide a safe place, without you ever having to feel vulnerable or confused."
"I understand that father, but my problem is..." Troy looked at the bulge in his crotch for a moment. " I'm incredibly horny right now...I find it terribly embarrassing."
George cast his son an amused look "You are of age now. Bastian can fulfill your sexual desires and give you the direction you need. I want you to be open and honest with your Dominant about what you desire."
"I've been begging Master Bastian for spanking all damn week!" exclaimed Troy indignantly
"That is certainly true, Mr. Van der Zandt," remarked Bastian chuckling, "ad nauseam."
Bastian now turns to Troy, "The rules of the ICV are abundantly clear, you don't have to be embarrassed about your desires, even when your father is around. Especially if that father is one of the founders of the ICV."
"I don't know Master."
"I want you to ask me now for what you desire Troy"
Troy pulls a pout, bows his head and remains silent.
George gives Troy an encouraging nod. "I remind you that you promised me to obey Bastian here in this house Troy," George says sternly yet warmly to his son, "I will leave you alone for a while. I trust Bastian will give you what you need."
Troy watches his father as he leaves the room and takes a deep breath and then says, "I want you to put me over the knee for a spanking on my bare ass, Master."
Bastian stands up silently, and takes a seat on a dining table chair, tapping invitingly on his lap. "Come here Troy, pull your pants down and get over my knee."
"Yes Master" says Troy and walks over to Bastian who is waiting patiently. Troy pulls down his pants his stiff cock flies forward. Bastian smiles at Troy and says, "come boy". Troy puts himself over knee by Bastian.
Bastian caresses Troy all over his body. Then he massages the boy's shoulders. "You are tense, I will help you relax" Troy gets a relaxing massage from his Master. When Bastian reaches Troy's buttocks, he kneads them deeply, Troy moans softly with pleasure. Bastian's leather pants get a little wet from the pre-cum leaking from Troy's cock.
Bastian now caresses Troy's ass cheeks, and slowly he lets the strokes turn into gentle taps, just a little harder each time. However, not hard enough for Troy's liking, who wiggles his ass. "Please Master, harder!" he moans.
"I don't think you have any say in that kid" says Bastian teasingly. Then suddenly:
*PETS* *PATS* *KLETCH*
Three bellowing spanks that caused the imprint of Bastians' hand to turn red on Troy's white buttocks.
"Oh God, YES! That's it Master!" cries Troy. He welcomes the pleasantly warm glow that soaks through his buttocks and makes him squint with horniness. "I'm so horny Bastian!"
*PETS* *PATS*
"Master for you."
"Oh yes Master, thank you Master, it's so wonderful Master, so hot, more please Master!"
Instead, Bastian gently strokes Troy's buttocks, who calms down a bit and moans softly.
"You see, it's not all that bad Troy, you can get as much spanking as you want here" says Bastian as he teasingly strokes Troy's asshole with a finger.
"THEN SPANK ME MASTER!"
"As you wish."
*PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS* *PATS*
*SMACK*!!!
"Oh my God! Oh my God, Bastian!"
*PETS* *PATS* *KLETCH*
"Master I'm about to cum!"
*PATS* *PATS*
*SMACK*!!!
"Aaaahhhh!"
In seven spurts, thick seed squirts from Toy's cock straight onto Bastian's leather pants. Troy hangs exhausted, limp over his Master's lap. Bastian lifts Troy off his lap and gives his sub a long tongue kiss.
Troy is hanging relaxed and exhausted against Bastian's shoulder when, after a while, George opens the door and looks quietly into the room. His face radiates contentment. He says nothing and walks over to his armchair, where he grabs his newspaper and settles in comfortably.
"So, Troy," George finally says with a calm smile, looking over the edge of his newspaper. "That sure lifts the mood, eh boy?"
Troy, still a little out of breath, nods shyly and murmurs, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," says George. "Bastian, you clearly have a firm hand. Just what my son needs."
Bastian nods easily, without losing his calm demeanor. "Thank you, Mr. Van der Zandt. It is my job and my pleasure to lead Troy."
George looks from his son to Bastian with an almost imperceptible glint in his eyes. This house is a place where Troy can be completely himself. And Bastian, the same goes for you."
Troy's cheeks are still slightly red with embarrassment. As he straightened, he glanced sideways for a moment at Bastian, who put a reassuring hand on his buttocks.
"You're doing well," Bastian says softly to Troy, with an almost imperceptible smile. "And I'm proud of you."
George briefly rests his gaze on Bastian's leather pants, where traces of the recent moment are still visible, and on Troy's crotch, where the remnant of an erection is still clearly visible. He lets out a small smile. "My son has no secrets left; it seems." He looks at Bastian with a mix of paternal pride and amused interest. "Clearly you are giving him exactly what he needs."
Bastian nods, his hand still resting on Troy's ass. "He doesn't exactly make it hard for me to see what he wants, Mr. Van der Zandt. The enthusiasm is practically dripping off him." He chuckles briefly and adds, "I'll make sure to make him clean up after himself later."
George laughs softly. "You clearly feel comfortable with Bastian, boy. That's good to see, and it makes me happy as your father. Bastian, it's obvious you're taking good care of him."
George folds his newspaper shut and looks at Troy, his full attention on him. His voice softens, taking on a fatherly warmth. "You don’t know how proud I am of you, Troy. I always knew you’d find a Dominant who truly deserves you. And now, seeing you here, completely yourself... That fills my heart with joy."
Troy looks up, his face still red, but a hint of pride shines in his eyes. He looks briefly at Bastian, who looks at him reassuringly. Troy whispers, "Thank you, Father. Thank you, Master."
George smiles and nods. "That's my boy. You two enhance each other in the most beautiful way."
Troy pulls his pants back up as he observes his father. No judgment, just that familiar warm smile. He feels a firm hand on his lower back. Bastian gently pulls him a little closer to him and gives a brief, approving nod. Troy takes a deep breath, the warmth of that silent affirmation coursing through him.
"Would you like tea?", Troy asks in an obliging but confident tone.
