The Class Pet (boy x boy)

Damon (22)

Returning to camp after their little weekend trip felt...good. Encouraging. His pet seemed to be in his element, eyes fluttering shut at the smell of the campfire from the previous night before.

This was Sage's home. Damon smiled to himself as he pulled into the parking lot.

"Ready to be back bothering campers?" Damon teased, grinning at Sage's mischievous shrug.

"Class starts in an hour, Day."

"Day?"

"Look, your name is hard to come up with nicknames for," Sage whined, "Don't make fun of me. I can't bear it!"

Damon snorted as Sage climbed out, rushing off to Mr. Rain's classroom. He stayed in the car for a moment before climbing out, deciding to get some breakfast. They'd left the city pretty early to get here by seven, in time for Sage to be where he was supposed to be.

When it was time for the class, Damon was almost surprised to see Sage had already been tied up. His submissive's eyes were closed, as if he were asleep. Damon glanced at Mr. Rain, who had his feet propped up on him.

Mr. Rain grinned, "Starting a new unit today, Damon. Sage was telling me about your weekend."

At the mention of Damon's name, Sage's eyes blinked open and he began to squirm a bit, as if trying to see him. Mr. Rain smacked his ass in warning. Damon chuckled lowly.

He squat down, amused at Sage's eager blush and let his hands thread through his hair gently. "Excited, brat?"

"Always," Sage replied with a wicked grin.

Damon liked seeing him in his element. "I'm gonna take my seat."

"Is that on my face?"

Damon snorted. Mr. Rain barked out a laugh.

He took his seat. This time, he sat front and center, eyes trained on his Sage. Because, for some reason, he had a feeling that once the summer was over Sage would be his. Sage would be his to torment, his to please, his to kiss. Sage was his.

"Now, class," Mr. Rain gave everyone a cheery smile. "Happy Monday. This week we're going to be working through a new unit; degrading through action. To start today off, who has any idea what those actions could be?"

Damon listened to his class's answers. Things like bondage, pretending they weren't there, Mr. Rain's show of propping his feet up. Sage was squirming a little bit as the answers continued, Mr. Rain smacking his ass again to quiet him.

"All of those ideas are great. Remember to keep conversation at the forefront of your mind, you don't want to accidentally go too far. For example, as you can see, I have Sage in his own little situation today," Mr. Rain smiled a bit, reaching forward to soothe the pet before leaning back again, "This is about as difficult for him as it can get. Can anyone tell me why, based off of what they know of Sage?"

"He's a fidgeter," a camper replied, "You have him pretty tied up so he still has a little space to move, but any tighter and he wouldn't."

"Perfect observation," Mr. Rain agreed.

"He likes a lot of attention. In that position, he gets his attention from the occasional spanking, or from when you reach forward to soothe him. Ignoring him would, reasonably, be a bad move," another suggested.

"Exactly," Mr. Rain grinned. "His limits are simple. A dom needs to have an understanding of their submissive before engaging them in anything that might trigger them to color. I've been around Sage for years. I know his limits."

"You've had him tied up for an hour by now," Damon said when the room paused. "Sage usually needs a break every once in awhile. That's why it's difficult. It's testing his stamina."

Damon watched Sage smile to himself.

"Another correct answer. Sage, color?"

"Green, sir," Sage replied easily. "If you wouldn't mind loosening me up a bit, though, I need to stretch."

Mr. Rain nodded and released Sage from the binds. Sage winked at Damon, stretching and taking a seat on the floor by the wall, yawning a bit. Mr. Rain murmured something Damon couldn't hear, and Sage nodded. Mr. Rain turned back to the class.

"That will be all for today," Mr. Rain smiled warmly. "Have a lovely rest of your day."