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Rated: E · Short Story · Gay/Lesbian · #2119518
Igor needs a Sub, Pavel needs a home. It couldn't have been more perfect.....

Parking in the lot of the Sub House, Igor was shocked to see that he was the only one here. Sure, there were some cars, but that was just for the people who worked for the house. Looking at the dashboard clock, he realized it was only 7:30 in the morning. Ah, he was early then, so it made sense now why so few were here.

Sighing and shaking his head at himself, Igor hopped out of the car and closed the door behind him. Making sure he had his pen tucked into his pocket in case he needed to fill out any paper work, he walked to the wooden door of the House and gently pushed it open.

It was a rather big building. Igor counted at least 15 bedrooms, 13 bathrooms, a huge kitchen—which had black walls, a double sink, and an island in the middle—two living rooms and a family room. He guessed that with each bedroom there was a bunk bed, for he counted at least 30 Subs living in this place.

“Good morning, sir. I assume you are here to look for a Sub of your own?”

Twisting his head around so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash, Igor found himself face-to-face with a man who looked no older than 35 years of age. He had blond hair that ended around his shoulders, piercing green eyes, and was wearing old faded blue jeans, a wrinkled gray t-shirt, and tennis shoes.

“I'm Daniel. I own this place. If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.”

Igor smiled slightly at Daniel and nodded.

“I will ask, sir. About how long have you been the owner for?”

Daniel rubbed over his exhausted face and thought about the question for a moment.

“About 5 years. This used to be my father's but when he died, I took over for him. It isn't always easy but it's worth it when my Subs get a good home where they are loved and cared for.”

Igor smiled wider at the passion in Daniel's house and took a minute to glance around the room. Some Subs were watching TV, others were sleeping, some were eating, and still others were playing around. But there was one Sub, a little one with black hair and brown eyes, who was sitting on the stool in the corner, his hands placed perfectly in his lap, and his head was down.

“Sir, who is that little one in the corner?”

Daniel glanced over to see of whom Igor was speaking of.

“Pavel? Oh, that one is my special pride and joy. He's so sweet but he's very shy. He'll do everything you ask him too. He's so obedient and so good. He's very sensitive to discipline and all you really need to do is use a stern voice or, if he's being extra stubborn, which usually he doesn't get, a timeout or a firm but not hard swat on the bum will do. The only bad thing about him is that he overworks himself. All he wants to be is good so if in his head he doesn't think he's doing enough, he will drive himself into the ground to please someone. If you do take him in, you might need to force him to stay in bed for a while so he'll sleep.”

Igor nodded to indicate he'd heard Daniel's words, but kept his eyes trained on Pavel as he remarked, “I will take care of him the best I can, sir. I'll see if he wants me first.”

Before Daniel could make any reply to this stunning comment, Igor walked over to Pavel's stool and knelt down in front of it, so he could be on the same level as the young Sub and not the other way around.


Tilting up his head, looking like a puppy as he did so, Pavel locked eyes with Igor and blushed so that his face, all the way up to his ears, turned as pink as a strawberry.

“Da, sir?”

Chuckling at Pavel's use of the Russian word for 'yes', Igor stretched out his hand and rubbed his fingers in circles on Pavel's chin, drawing a contented sigh from him.

“How old are you, little one?”

Pavel leaned into Igor's hand, content as a puppy getting a belly rub, as he answered, “16, sir.”

The law stated that while Doms could have Subs as young as eleven years old, they weren't allowed to have sex with them until they were eighteen. Igor would never break the law. He wasn't the type of person who wanted Subs as a sex toy anyway. He wanted to love and care for them as best he could, hopefully for the rest of both of their lives.

“You are so precious,” Igor murmured, leaning up a little in order to press his lips against Pavel's forehead in a gentle kiss, making Pavel's face turn warm and red as the setting sun.

Pavel had always wanted a Dom. A lot of Subs his age didn't want Doms, they only went because they had to, but Pavel wanted a Dom. He loved serving people, making people happy, seeing the joy on a person's face when he did something right. Igor had been so sweet to him so far, even giving him a forehead kiss, which in his personal opinion was better than a kiss on the lips.

“Thank you, sir.”

Igor grinned and took Pavel's tiny hand in his large ones, rubbing his thumb over Pavel's knuckles. All he wanted to do right now was cuddle Pavel and kiss him and tell him how good he is.

“Are you ready to go home, my love?”

Pavel stood up with Igor's help and smiled shyly up at him.

“As long as you have me, I will be yours. Your home is my home, sir.”
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