POLO VILLADA

[sumisopolito]

PM: Well, hello. It appears we're paired for this event. I'm tempted to wait until Darrean posts his template of questions, but if you have any you'd like to ask beforehand, now would be the time.

PM: It appears that way, yes. Are you interested or just messaging out of obligation? @dommelilycrawford

[dom-patrick]

Polo: There's nothing saying we can't do the get to know you thing twice, right? Do you want to do it with me too?

You're right. There's no nowhere saying we can't. So yes, let's do it. Would you like to meet me today after class?

@sumisopolito

[sumisopolito]

I thought it was a good excuse to hang out. We haven’t really and I was hoping we would. I would like that, yes. My place or yours? 

[sumisopolito]

[DM FROM OAKLAND GILBERT]: Hey there Fuego Pequeño. I haven't heard from you since you stayed with me, I wanted to check in and make sure you're doing okay. I had a lot of fun with you Polo. I hope you did too. I would like to see you again if that's something your'e interested in.

[DM] I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to ghost on you, I should have reached out sooner. I was just processing, I didn't realize that it's been so long. Days kind of melt together sometimes. Time doesn't always feel the same for me as it does in reality. Can I come lay with you? Are you okay? I did have a lot of fun with you, Oakland. I really did. All of it, we spent really nice days together. @oaklandisagilbert

[sumisopolito]

oaklandisagilbert​:

Polo followed every single command and order he was given, which made Oakland’s job easier in some ways. He liked obedience, but he also liked wild. Rough. Hard. No one might have known looking at him, or in the way he spoke or talked to other people. But behind closed doors and with the people he trusted, who he knew could handle the most extreme of his extreme. “Thank you for your consent. Do you? I like that, I want that. The whole school is going to hear you, and see you. See you getting your pretty, tight ass fucking obliterated out here. You like that, don’t you? You want to be destroyed like that.” Oakland’s adrenaline was pumping harder than it had been in a while. He loved the feeling, feeling like he was on top of the world. with a Submissive who could truly understand him beneath him. 

It was clear that Polo was enjoying everything they were doing, everything he was experiencing. He gripped at the tree behind him, giving Oakland free reign of his body. “Good boy. You’re doing well. Keep it up, this is exactly what I like. I’ve been right here Polo, mi fuego pequeño. Right here. I’ll be here after when you need me. Or when you want me. That’s exactly what I wanted. And you’re right, you are. But…I think we can do better than this, don’t you?” Oakland smirked against Polo’s lips and took a step back, pressing his hands to the Submissive’s waist and turning him forcefully. A hand came to press into the back of Polo’s head, fingers taking his hair in fistfuls, pressing his face against the tree. The Dominant pulled a vibrating anal plug from the bag, applying a bit of lube to the toy before positioning its tip at Polo’s entrance. He didn’t warn the Submissive, but he was sure he would feel the toy at his entrance. With no word, Oakland inserted the toy into Polo, giving him no time before turning on the vibration setting. He started slowly at first, holding the control with one hand while still gripping Polo’s hair with his other hand. Suddenly, he jacked the speed up to full blast, pressing himself into Polo’s backside. “You feel that, fuego pequeño? You feel that toy working inside you? I bet you wish that was me. You wish that were my cock, fucking up into you, hitting your spot, giving you everything you need. Don’t worry, that will come later…If you can hold yourself together for me. Don’t cum, Polo. Don’t you dare fucking cum. Cum, and I’ll have your dick caged for three weeks, just for disobeying. Do you understand me? Let me hear it, Polo. I want to fucking hear you.” At that Oakland reached a hand around, gripping the Submissive’s dick again, stroking, squeezing, and teasing while he taunted with his words.

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The way that Oakland spoke made Polo shiver. He was a polished submissive, someone that had been trained from a very early age, from speech therapy to submission. It was deeply ingrained in him to be obedient and to do the right thing, to be perfect. His perfectionism is what drove him so insane, and left him so tightly wound that he couldn’t handle normal things. Perhaps that was why he liked moments like this so much. Not only was it not scheduled, he had no idea what was coming next and that was a new thrill not present in his life as a noble, but it pulled him out of that headspace and brought him to a point where he couldn’t control himself. Right now, focusing on how wonderful all of this felt, how many eyes may or may not be on him, and not cumming was going to take all that he had. “I do like that, Sir. I want that. I want you. I need you. What do you--” It caught him by surprise again when Oakland manhandled him and flipped him around. He was alright, easily able to grab hold of the tree and any scraping was minor and added to the experience. The other man was behind him, Polo could feel his presence and all he could do was nearly tap dance in excitement, his toes and heels moving while he fought to keep himself still. He didn’t succeed, the intensity of the moment made it impossible to resist fighting just a little bit against that hand in his hair, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the feeling of the bark against his cheek and chest, and his legs and hips grinding gently against it too. 

Then that toy was pressed against him and he parted his lips, fingers curling as he relaxed the rest of his body just in time for it to slide into him. A loud moan fell from his lips and he bucked just a little, whimpering as he tried to control himself. Then the vibrations started and he lost control again, bucking into that hand that held his cock. The order not to come came and he sputtered out a few breaths, his hands moving on the tree from where they’d rested at hip level, up to shoulder level as his hips rocked, unsure whether to rut back or forwards. The nickname kept things sweet, soothing something inside of him that needed to be loved while the filth coming out of Oakland’s mouth to caress his ears (and anyone in the area that was close enough to hear, for all Polo knew the whole school was out there) kept him moaning and shivering. “I unders-stand, Sir,” he was coming undone already, a sure sign that he wasn’t controlling himself as much was his stutter returning. It only came out when he was too distracted to focus on his speech. He bit down on his own lower lip, which only lasted a few seconds before his panted breaths made his lips part again. The toy inside of him hit just right, “You’re so hot, please, I want to be good for you. I won’t, not until you tell me to. Mierda, f-fuck!” 

[sumisopolito]

oaklandisagilbert​:

“Good boy. You’re answering my questions just like I need. That impresses me. That’ll be good for you in the long run.” He smiled even though Polo couldn’t see it. For just a second, Oakland put his palms against Polo’s cheeks, holding him gently before bending to give the Submissive a gentle and reassuring kiss. All the sounds and energy Polo had given him left Oakland needing some contact himself but he kept himself controlled, thinking of the plans he had for the evening. Feeling Polo’s hard dick rubbing against his upper thigh brought the Dominant to connect their hips quickly, thrusting into Polo. “Good boy.” He whispered into Polo’s ear, biting at his earlobe. “Keep making those noises. I want to hear everything. Every feeling, every sensation, every bit of pleasure you’re feeling.” Oakland was gasping and moaning right along with the Submissive, pressing into him, letting Polo feel what he was doing to him, too. Oakland paid attention to every little thing, every sound and every feeling, realizing that Polo wasn’t touching him back. The obedience gave the Dominant a rush unlike any he’d felt in a long, long time. “Very good. I think you’re incredible, but we’re going to get into that later. Right now, this is about giving you what you need. Trust me. Trust me to give that to you.” Kissing Polo one more time, Oakland wrapped the leash around his fist, giving the Submissive a yank. “Back on your knees, we’ll see how long I can keep you on edge.” Once Polo was back on his knees, Oakland began to move, walking slowly at first so that the Submissive could pick up on their pacing. While Polo crawled, Oakland lead him through the halls of Dalton, down into the lobby, and to the front doors. “On your feet.” He commanded, waiting for Polo to adjust himself before he pushed open the doors, moving outside of the building and into the courtyard. He’d grabbed the duffel bag before they left his suite, and once they reached the center of the courtyard, he dropped Polo’s leash. “Stay.” He commanded, turning to place the bag on the ground. After digging for a few seconds he produced a couple of items, carrying them back to where Polo stood waiting. The cool night air prickled his skin, and he shivered in anticipation. This wasn’t something Oakland normally did unless he felt comfortable. But, he did feel comfortable. And, in this case, his senses as a Dominant had overcome any reservations he might have had. In a moment, the Dominant switched into his full mindset- seeing Polo standing there, leashed, the blindfold covering his eyes, hard and waiting for whatever he had planned, gave him a rush he couldn’t describe. Stepping up, bringing his body flush with the Submissive’s. “You look so pretty, Polo. So pretty. So sweet. So fuckable.” Okland’s voice was low, with a near growl underlying his words. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, do you understand me?” It had been longer than he could remember since he’d let himself be this way with anyone, holding back not only for fear of judgement, but for not wanting to scar or scare a Submissive. Polo was different though and he’d known that since he’d seen the Sub’s desires boards. He reached quickly to undo the collar, letting it fall to the ground before immediately replacing it with his hand around Polo’s throat, squeezing. He moved as he choked him, backing the Submissive up against a nearby tree, pressing his body into it before moving in again for a rough, biting, passionate kiss. He applied more pressure to Polo’s throat, timing himself before releasing him. “What’s your color, Polo? What are you feeling?”

~

Praise, reassurance, tender affectionate touching, and a kiss. Polo kissed back, unable to hide how desperate he was for all of those things and the headspace he’d been put into. He was so lost in the shivering sensations that were running through him that he was snapped out of it when the leash as tugged. It was so easy to get lost in how good it felt to have so little control in a way that was something he enjoyed, and to know that something was coming that was going to completely erase everything else for at least however long it was happening. Knowing Oakland, the aftercare would keep his head clear for at least a week. The Gilberts were a liberal family, his mothers had talked about them at great length. Polo knew Oakland would take care of him. 

Snapping to, Polo dropped down onto all fours and followed orders as he was given, pulling himself out of the foggy stupor he’d been in for a moment before. His mind was on fire and acutely aware of everything, listening for any sound that might indicate another human being was there with them. His eyes stayed closed under the blindfold though, he was curious but not curious enough to break his promise. Then got to the point where he was ordered up and he stood, knowing that he was even more on display now. That thought had barely had a moment to settle when the doors opened and the cold, outside air hit him and he knew they were headed out into the courtyard. The courtyard was set up so that the entire school could see down into it, it was designed that way for punishments. The entire school might be looking at a Spanish noble as he was paraded outside in the buff. He did exactly as he was told, noting things like the feeling of standing alone while he waited for Oakland to come back for him, not knowing what was going on but remaining ever-present and steadfast. He felt like he could hear a pin drop. “I understand, Sir. And I relish it. I burn for you, I hope you do ruin me.”

The collar was dropped and he breathed in a reactionary breath and then a hand was around his throat. His lips parted, head tipping back in welcome, and then he found himself walking and being pressed into something solid. Wood. His hands held onto the bark, fireworks exploding behind his eyelids as he leaned back against the tree. Then the hand dropped and he inhaled sharply, relaxing as he leaned against Oakland a little bit instead. Catching his breath and hearing the question, he nodded, licked his lips to wet his mouth, swallowed to wet his throat in preparation for speech because he was always thoroughly sure that he did his best to make sure he spoke loudly, clearly, and without a stutter. Still, he only took two or three seconds to respond breathily. “Green, Sir. Where have you been all this time? You wanted me needy, I’m needy.” 

[sumisopolito]

oaklandisagilbert​:

“Good. I thought that you would, but you understand that I have to make sure.” Oakland nodded and stepped closer to the naked, kneeling submissive. “Stand up. I’m going to blindfold you now.” He waited for the command to be followed, then made good on his word, sliding the blindfold over Polo’s eyes. “I expect you to tell me if you can see anything. That would defeat what I’m doing here.” With a nod he moved closer to the Submissive, biting into his lower lip and sucking, without a word. His hands roamed Polo’s naked body while his mouth moved to kiss, suck, and bite at his neck. One hand moved into the Submissive’s hair gently at first, but again without warning taking a fistful and pulling hard in order to tip Polo’s head back, giving him more space to work. He continued with his assault, groaning while he moved a hand to Polo’s dick. Oakland gave the man a squeeze, teasing and working him slowly before moving his lips against the Submissive’s. “Before we go, I want you prepped. Ready for me. I want you to crawl across campus with your hard, throbbing cock on display for everyone to see. You’re going to show every person in this school what a hot, needy mess you are. Understood? Speak, Polo.”

When Oakland explained, Polo nodded. He did understand, that was why he’d taken the extra step to reassure the Dominant even more than he’d asked to be reassured. When he was told to stand, Polo stood without hesitation. It wasn’t often that people outside of a select few took the time to order him like this and none of those people were here, so it was already thrilling to feel the air against his bare skin. The blindfold came on and the last thing that Polo saw was Oakland. The image burned behind his eyelids, which closed on instinct. “I can’t, Sir, and I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise.” He would too, he would be good. If Oakland didn’t want him to see, he wouldn’t see. Polo was about to bite his own lower lip as he waited for what was going o happen next as a means of keeping his eagerness and excitement at bay when the Dominant bit it first. He gasped in surprise, a sound that began as an inhalation of air and ended as a soft moan. Before he knew it, those lips and hands were all over him and all he could think to do was stand there with his hands open at his sides, fingers flexing. His head tipped back and moved easily with the guidance of the other man. The sounds of Oakland breathing and moaning in his ear were enough to send chills through him. Honestly, he’d already been hard by the time he felt fingers curl around his cock and his knees felt weak. He was over the moon, then those words were said and he stuttered out an incoherent few sounds before he was able to find legitimate words. “Y-Yes, Sir. You’re right, I am.” Both needy and going to do exactly that. Swallow, then a daring and more solidly spoken, “Gladly so.” He wanted to reach out, but he remained still and obedient, knowing it would be all the better when and if he were allowed finally. The order to speak was vague, so he ran with it a little bit, wanting to let out some of his feelings and taking the opportunity. “You’re incredible, Sir. Thank you. I’m on edge, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.”

[sumisopolito]

oaklandisagilbert​:

Knowing what he knew of Polo and his personality, along with his experiences, Oakland had a pretty good sense of what the Submissive might need to help him while he couldn’t help himself. Seeing him suffer had been gutwrenching and Oakland couldn’t understand where all the friends the Submissive had were during such a hard time. Still he had made the choice to step in himself, one he was happy with. Not just because he was helping, but because he cared, a lot. He watched while Polo followed his order, nodding his approval but keeping his expression steady. “Good boy.” He praised while lifting his hand to run his fingertips through the Submissive’s hair. He could feel Polo’s gaze holding steady on him, and it was a feeling he liked. But, even though he was an author, the feeling wasn’t one he could really describe. Stepping back, he turned to unzip a black duffel bag he had sitting on the table behind him. Wen he faced Polo again, he was holding three items- a blackout blindfold, a chain leash, and a leather collar with a lead. Oakland stepped to the Submissive, bending to place the collar around his neck. Then, he attached the leash to the lead. “Keep your eyes on me. Do not look away until you are given permission to do so. Nod if you understand.” He paused to allow the nod before he continued. “I’m going to place this blindfold on you. Then, we’re going out. You will remain on your hands and knees, and you will crawl until you are told to stand. Understand? I need to know that you consent to this, you may speak to say yes or no. And, tell me your safe word again, so that we are on the same page.” 

As always, Polo listened to what he was told intently, ready to follow every command. One thing stood out in his head, though there were many bookmarks made outside of this one thought as well. He was naked and Oakland had said we’re going out. That most likely meant outside of the suite, possibly even outside in the courtyard, either of which meant that just about anyone might see him. And the blindfold meant he wouldn’t even know. When this was over and done with, he would have no idea who had and hadn’t seen his entire naked body and whatever Oakland might have planned to do to it. His heart was already racing, and he nodded when he was told to. Yes, he did understand. A noble’s son, stripped and paraded crawling through the halls. Sparks went off in his mind, he was more awake and feeling more alive than he had in a while. This was something that would take his whole focus and pull his mind entirely away from all of the things he thought about every day. “Yes, Sir. I consent.” And though he hadn’t been given permission to add this, he leaned into the other man’s hand on his chin and added a soft, “thank you” because he wanted to really hit it home that he consented. He was still thinking about the feeling of that collar being placed on him and the visuals it had given him. Oakland was so kind, Polo didn’t want him to have even the smallest doubt about whether what he was doing was okay. After a few seconds, he sat back upright, inhaled, and focused again. “My safeword is fuego and I understand the stoplight signals as well. Red for stop, yellow for slow, green for go.” It was easier to breathe for some reason, with the pressure of the collar and leash on his neck.

[sumisopolito]

Thank you, Miss. @missmarleyleannarose​

[missmarleyleannarose]

MISSMARLEYLEANNA posted PRIVATELY:

Left outside @sumisopolito door with a note that reads: Hello again sweetie! I know you’ve been having a rough go of things, and I haven’t seen you down in the Dining Hall. I made this paella and flan for you, to hopefully bring you a little taste of home, and to help bring a small bit of comfort. Please remember that I am here if you need anything, honey. You aren’t alone. -xoxo, Marley

[sumisopolito]

oaklandisagilbert​:

On Thursday afternoon Oakland welcomed Polo Villada into his home. They had a little history, their families having intersected at a couple different points. Oakland knew of what had happened in Spain and what lead Polo to TGA. It wasn’t something he put a lot of weight in without talking to Polo, which had been hard since they’d been back. Polo always seemed so secluded and sad, and Oakland couldn’t sit by and watch it anymore. Maybe the other Dominants on campus didn’t want to intervene or didn’t feel right doing that, but Oakland was different. For the past two days he’d been working on bringing Polo a little more to himself, and building a line of trust. Now it was time for something different. “Polo. Come here.” He called, waiting for the Submissive to arrive. When he did, Oakland ordered him to his knees, wrapping his fingers around Polo’s chin to make sure he was watching him. “I want you to strip. Completely. Right now.”

@sumisopolito

It had been incredibly soothing to have something to do, somewhere to be, and orders to follow. Polo was here to find himself a new beginning, but he hadn’t understood how difficult that would be to find on his own. Nikolai Flanagan had helped him at one point, but the man wasn’t his Dominant nor did he have any reason to continue to reach out. From Thursday until now, Polo had gotten a reprieve from his constant thoughts. Thoughts that were so deep and so dark that he often felt like he was drowning in them. It was inescapable. Suffocating. Never-ending. The pressure was often times too much, he was now known for cracking violently and emotionally. He had panic attacks and incredible anxiety. But there was a voice to cut through that right now, as Oakland’s did again when he called his name. Polo immediately fixed his posture and looked at the Dominant. The orders came and he followed immediately with a “yes,Sir” and knelt without hesitation. He was so used to orders and other people telling him how to be good that it satisfied more than just his inner submissive, it soothed his anxiety too. The hand on his chin lifted his face and he couldn’t have looked away from Oakland if he had wanted to, his inner submissive was so transfixed. “Yes, Sir.” He replied immediately and started unbuttoning his shirt. That came off and was set aside, quickly folded. His pants went next, with his briefs in one go, slid off his body without him getting up. They were folded and set aside too, with his socks last before he returned into a kneeling position. His eyes never left Oakland and he barely even blinked. It was like there was an invisible leash holding him, pulling him towards the Dominant while he kept his position. 

[sumisopolito]

[From Patrick]: Hola extraño. Como has estado? I haven't heard from you in a while. How are things?

[DM:] Solo tranquilo. Tratando de encontrar mi equilibrio. Tengo pedidos para este fin de semana. It hasn't been easy figuring out how to start over here without guidance. I guess I should have asked for it, I'm just so used to someone always being there to tell me what to do. My moms, Carla, her dad, Guzman. But now there is no contact outside of campus, it's a closed campus. Not that three out of the four listed would be looking to tell me what to do anymore. How have you been? @dom-patrick

[sumisopolito]

DM: Hello, good boy. I like your response, and I’m glad it does sound good. I hoped it would sound good. Bring everything you’ll need. If you do forget something then we can obviously make a trip to your suite, no big deal. But, bring as much as you can remember. I did say both of those things. I have been quiet this year but I am observant and I see a lot of things. I see that you are struggling and I see your hurt and anxiety in a lot of your anon answers. I see you reaching out and wanting connections, but not getting the reception you were hoping for, or the reception you need, which is a fail on the part of the Dominants here. How are you feeling about what I said? Being concerned about and cared for are two things I get the sense you haven’t had a lot of, and definitely not enough of. But I’d like your thoughts. Just because there’s a reason you called those parts out specifically.

DM to @oaklandisagilbert​​ : ... Thank you, Sir. I will do that, I’ll try to get everything I’ll need in the first trip but you’re right, I can go back for whatever else I need. You did. You have been. Quiet. It looks like you have been observant too. How am I feeling? Good. I’m observant too, you’re reaching out and looking for something that you’re not getting either. So I know this might be real concern. And you’re right about that too, I... It’s nice. To have someone worry about me. I did call them out for a reason. They stuck out to me. How are you feeling about what I said, Sir?

[sumisopolito]

[DM from OAKLAND GILBERT]: Hey you. We haven't spoken in a while, so this is going to seem random. But I'm concerned about you. I want you at my door tomorrow after classes. You will stay with me until Sunday afternoon. So to be clear you are under my orders and care from Thursday afternoon until Sunday afternoon. Does that sound good to you?

DM to @oaklandisagilbert : Oh. Hello, Oakland Sir. Yes, that sounds good to me. Thank you. I will be there. Tomorrow afternoon, after classes until Sunday afternoon. I noticed that you both said that you're concerned about me and that I'll be under your orders and care.

[sumisopolito]

PM from @missmarleyleannarose​ : Hi there! I don’t mean to intrude, like I said I was just concerned. I think there’s a reason to be. What’s going on sugarplum? I know we don’t know each other too, too well. But you can talk to me, I promise.

PM: You’re fine. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ll be alright. I’m just tired. 

[sumisopolito]

PM: How are you little one? ~ Hayden

PM: How I feel is written all over my blog. I figured you'd forgotten about me.

[sumisopolito]

Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

I wish. There used to be a few people like that for me. But it’s been a while.

Remy said he cared about me, but he was still dealing drugs and his antics took over. I know Beau Smythe, Sebastian, and the other Remy. I know Patrick Blanco and Mencia. I know Omar a bit too, but more as a tag along. He was Ander’s boyfriend. Marley checks on me. She’s nice. I don’t know that she’d get me though. Hayden said he wanted to take care of me and hasn’t checked in since. Carla is long gone. Caya and Christien too.

[sumisopolito]

Favourite type of bondage?

Shibari. Easily.