#calevans

He smiled to himself when he heard the knock on his door. Right on time. He hadn’t expected anything else from Cal. The boy had been extremely respectful in talking to him, and despite his inexperience, he knew he would be good for him during the scene. Blaine had taken off for a voice lesson with Rachel and wouldn’t be back for a few hours, so he got to his feet, going to answer the door. “Good boy, Cal,” he praised when he saw the submissive on his knees, running one hand through his hair. “You can get up and follow me into the spare room. I’d like you to remove your shirt once you’re there and fold it neatly please, then sit on the end of the bed,” he instructed.

Cal was nervous as he approached Sir Mateo’s door. He had no doubts that the dominant would be good to him. In their conversations he had always been kind and respectful. But still as he knelt at the door he felt the bees in his stomach that always accompanied a new experience. Would he do well, would he disappoint the dominant, would it be scary? His hand shook as he reached up to knock on the door. Sir Mateo opened the door and immediately praised him which, along with the gentle hand to his head, went a long way to settling him. He nodded and clumsily got to his feet to follow. The instructions were clear and precise which were perfect for a nervous inexperienced submissive. He pulled his shirt over his head and folded it into a tidy little square then sat at the end of the bed, back straight and hands folded in his lap.

He could tell Cal was still nervous even as he sat, so he set the rope he’d pulled out onto the bed behind him, then stepped around so he could stand in front of the submissive. Mateo trailed his fingers through Cal’s hair again, then cupped his chin gently, urging the sub’s gaze up to meet his own. “Take a deep breath for me, darling,” he whispered. “I’d like for you to tell me your safeword and any limits you know of. We’re unlikely to touch any today, but I’d like to know,” he said softly, thumb stroking slowly over his jaw.

He hadn’t even realized the tension he was holding in his body until Sir Mateo cupped his chin to tilt it up. There was a moment when the body resisted simply because the muscles were tight. He breathed as he was instructed and let the muscles relax. He looked into the dominant’s kind eyes and and leaned into the thumb stroking his jaw. Finally he smiled. Fear and worry were their own devils and he didn’t want to give them any more power than they already had over him. “Um… I guess sex of any kind. Pain.” He scrunched his brow thinking. There was so much he hadn’t done, but it couldn’t all be a limit. “Humiliation. Oh and I don’t want to do any bathroom things.” That covered everything he could think of that was absolutely off the table. “Oh my safeword is platypus.” He’d picked something, as he was advised in his sub 101 class, that he wasn’t ever likely to say in the natural course of things.

Mateo smiled lightly as he watched Cal obey, taking in a deep breath and relaxing. His eyes lit up almost, once he had done that, and he stroked his thumb over the sub’s skin, a silent, slight reward. He nodded, accepting those limits - definitely not things he was planning on getting close to - and he couldn’t help but chuckle when he heard the safeword. “Good boy. Thank you for telling me,” he said warmly. “I’m going to tie a harness on your chest and shoulders. It will not restrict your movement in any way, but is intended to keep you aware of the sensation on your skin,” he explained. “Once you’re tied, you’re going to work through a short list of chores for me with the harness on.” A simple scene, but one Cal would have to focus on completely. “Are you ready to be tied, darling?”

Cal looked at the harness. It was a bit of a contraption, but certainly not anything to be frightened of. He was mostly just afraid that the affliction that seemed to strike during class would do so here. He would just start to fidget. It was as if the notion of not being able to move made his body just want to wiggle. Like having to scratch your nose as soon as you start washing the dishes. But there was no way to get better than to just do it. And he would still be able to move in the harness, Sir Mateo said so. So maybe his wiggle would keep calm. He smiled and nodded. “Yes Sir.” He took a big deep breath and nodded again. “I’m ready Sir.”

He smiled at Cal, pressing a kiss to his forehead lightly. “Good boy. Just relax. Close your eyes and breathe while I tie it.” He’d wanted to tie a proper harness on the boy, but there was a time constraint, so he gently draped the back against Cal’s shoulders, kneeling behind him on the bed to reach around and tie the front closed. He made sure to keep the ropes taut across his chest, enough so that with each breath, they would press in slightly, just enough to rub on his skin when he took a breath. Once the harness was tied on, he laid a hand on Cal’s shoulder, squeezing gently. “Does it hurt anywhere, darling?” he asked softly.

The kiss to his forehead was perfect, in both it’s timing and it’s tenderness. Cal did as he instructed, breathing and closing his eyes. The harness went on and Sir Mateo quickly, but carefully moved around him attaching and tightening it around his torso. Instead of becoming restless as he feared he might, he actually got calmer and calmer as each rope pulled firm and tight. When the hand squeezed his shoulder, Cal opened his eyes and looked up at the dom. “No Sir. It feels… good. Really good. Safe.” He’d never worn one before, but put it in the back of his mind to talk to Jeff about it. “I’m ready to do my chores Sir. Anything I can do to help.”

Safe. Mateo breathed a mental sigh of relief. “Good boy,” he praised, stroking over to the side of his neck. Maybe he was getting better at this whole… following his instincts thing. “Well, first things first, I’d like you to start a load of laundry with the bedding in here. I’ll show you where everything you’ll need is. The vacuum is in the laundry room as well. I’d like you to dust and straighten up in here, vacuum the floor and make sure the guest bathroom is clean as well while the sheets are washing. Once you’ve finished the bathroom, come find me and I’ll give you the next task. Understood, boy?” The name was said with warmth, his tone gentle as he laid out the chores he’d set for Cal.

Cal listened to everything carefully Mateo asked him to do and nodded happily. That all sounded pretty easy. Fun even. He loved the idea of giving someone the gift of a clean home, freeing them up from that to do the things they loved the most. The use of the word boy, was filled with a kind of tenderness that warmed Cal completely. If this was how scenes were all the time, he didn’t know why he’d feared them. He noted the location of everything and set to work, humming quietly to himself. It wasn’t until he was nearly halfway done that he realized that he’d been more focused and calm while working. Usually when he cleaned or cooked he would get distracted by this thought or other and go off on some tangent. Today he was able to keep himself in the moment and fully engaged in what he was doing. He didn’t know if it was the harness or if it was the act of doing it for someone else, but by the time he finished the bathroom and went to find Sir Mateo he was glowing with the achievement of it all. Seeing the Dom, he sank to his knees, a bit gracelessly, but quietly at least. “I’ve finished Sir.”

Mateo let Cal get to work, planting himself in the living room. He was trying to focus on a reading assignment, his mind wandering back to his own family drama now and then. But a soft noise would bring him out of it, and he would remind himself he had to stay on track - he had a submissive to care for, one even greener than his precious boy. When Cal came out to kneel beside him, Mateo was happy to see the brightness in his face, a kind of peace on his features. “Good boy,” he praised, ruffling through Cal’s hair gently. “I’d like you to just kneel with me for a few minutes while I finish this assignment, and then we’ll start in the kitchen,” he murmured, wanting to see how Cal would do with a little bit of quiet after the chores he’d just completed.

Cal took in the praise with a shy smile. For the first five or so minutes he was fine, happy to just be at Sir Mateo’s feet, having been of good service. But as the minutes ticked by his restlessness started to creep in making him start to fidget. First his fingers worried the cuff of his pants and curl and uncurl his toes. He finally looked up at the Dom, hoping that he didn’t notice him behaving badly.

He had nearly finished with his assignment when he noticed Cal start fidgeting out of the corner of his eye. Mateo didn’t react yet, just taking his time in reading the end of his assigned pages. Only when he had completely finished did he close the book, leaning back in his chair and looking down at Cal. Reaching over, he tugged on one of the straps of Cal’s harness, tightening it. “Antsy, boy?” he asked, not accusingly, just curious.

Cal bit his lip head up, but eyes not quite able to make contact with the Dom. “Yes Sir. I’m sorry.” He ticked his head to the side. When he’d tightened the strap it had somehow helped, like he’d gotten a sudden tight hug. “I don’t know why I do this Sir. I do try, but the wiggles always just come.”

Mateo tilted his head slightly, brows furrowing. “Stand up, boy,” he instructed, waiting for Cal to obey before leaning in. He tugged the straps of the harness tight again since they’d loosened while he’d been doing chores. “Did you feel that way while you were cleaning?” he asked as he worked.

Cal fumbled to his feet finally up and looking up at the Dom. “No Sir. Not even a little. I did a really good job. Promise.” He didn’t think for a moment that Mateo was accusing him of anything less, but he still wanted to assure him. As the straps were pulled tight across his torso, he felt thing start to settle a little inside him. It also helped that he was being given direction. Sir Mateo’s voice had a certain calming authority to it that soothed and focused him.

He smiled warmly at Cal, at how he seemed to relax once the harness tightened around his chest. “I believe you, boy. I was just curious… if it was easier to focus when the harness was tighter around your chest.” He reached up, running a hand through Cal’s hair. “Sometimes the tightness can help. Being bound… it brings your attention elsewhere than just inside your own head,” he murmured softly.

“It was sir. A lot easier.” He smiled and practically purred like a cat as Mateo ran his fingers through his hair. “The hardest part in bondage class is when we get started. And when Sir Jeff puts my tight cuffs on, I feel calmer.” He took a deep breath and resettled himself into his kneeling posture, knees in straight lines and hands settled in his lap. “Would you like to study more sir? I’ll stay still.”

“Have you spoken to Jeff about how that makes you feel? It could be something to explore further. To help with your wiggles,” he said with a smile, cupping Cal’s cheek gently. “That’s okay, sweet boy. I’d like you to get up and help me prepare dinner. Blaine and I have a schedule, and tonight is my turn to cook. I’m planning on stir-fry, so I need help getting everything chopped up, please,” Mateo told Cal, nodding, waiting for the sub to get up before turning to lead him into the kitchen.

“Not in so many words, Sir.” He shrugged and ticked his head from one side to the other. “I sometimes have a hard time talking about all of this. I know I shouldn’t, but… yeah…” He ducked his head feeling embarrassed about his embarrassment. “But you’re right.” He nodded his head with finality. “I will talk to him later.” With the harnesses tightened he was feeling more focused and managed to not jump up like an overly excited puppy when Sir Mateo asked for his help in the kitchen. “Yes Sir. I would love to help.” He followed the Dom into the kitchen and stood by his left shoulder waiting for instructions. It was a lovely roomy kitchen and he was looking forward to helping create a mean both Sir Mateo and Blaine could enjoy.

He stroked his thumb over Cal’s cheek gently. “I know it might be hard to talk about, but it’s something your Dominant needs to know. It’s something he can help with - trust that he will listen, and only want to take care of you. Do what’s best for you,” Mateo murmured softly to the sweet submissive. “Good boy.” He led Cal into the kitchen, nodding to the fridge. “Can you take out the vegetables in the bottom drawer please? There should be carrots, broccoli, peppers… anything that looks good for a stir fry,” he said, beginning to tug a couple of cutting boards out, setting them by the knife block on the counter.

Cal listened attentively to the Dom’s words. He knew that Mateo was right; knew that the man was very smart. The kitchen was large and expansive. It was going to be a joy working there. He listened carefully to the instructions and before taking a deep breath and concentrating on the harnesses tight around his torso so that he could calmly start the tasks. He pulled the vegetables from the refrigerator and put them on the counter next in between the cutting boards and waited for more guidance.