Jack Thompson stood at the door to 880 Oasis Ln. in the middle of a cold Colorado night. His breath hung in the air, lingering in a cloud of vapor which spread across the surface of the front door. He was half drunk and broken-hearted, his eyes red and still glistening from tears. He shook, half with fear, half from the cold, as he tried to make a fist to knock on the door.
He still wasn't sure quite why he thought it was a good idea to come here, the house he had gotten from a string of texts from a man he had met only once before briefly in a dark bar. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he was about to be slowly and brutally murdered by a derranged lunatic. Still, he felt his hand close around itself, raise up, and knock three times on the blue door.
He heard a brief rustling as lights came on through the windows on either side of the door. The thud of bare feet on hardwood approached him, and the door swung open to reveal a man in a soft white robe. He was older, as the bits of salt and pepper fur peeking out through the top of his robe revealed, and so tall that his chest was at Jack's eye level. He moved his eyes upward, admiring the lines and veins of his thick, lean form. His eyes continued up until he locked eyes with the man he had come here to see. Their eyes stayed locked in a heavy, lustful stare familiar to any man who's found himself in a dark leather bar with the strong urge to fuck something.
"You came." The man said, his voice deep, thick, and quiet. "I'm genuinely surprised. I didn't think you had it in you." He beckoned Jack into the house and shut the door behind him. "Follow me." he commanded, stepping from the light of the lamp by the door and into the darkness of the house. He waved Jack up the stairs and through a door, into a dimly lit room. In the faint light, Jack could make spots of light shining off black leather and the odd steel chain. Through the thick fog of wondering if he would survive this or not, he felt a twinge of arousal in the pit of his chest.
"On your knees on the pillow in front of me." said the man, louder and commandingly. Jack obeyed, first making sure there was nothing sharp in this intimidating man's hands "Like that's gonna do any good." he thought "His arms are as thick as your thighs, if he's gonna kill you, he'll just snap your neck." Jack knelt on the pillow, and looked forward. He saw the outline of a rather impressive bulge as it pressed, obviously half hard, against the robe. "Hands behind your back." the man again commanded. As he complied, Jack felt a finger hook underneath his chin and tilt his head up to once again lock with the mans eyes, glistening like a steel sky. "Why are you here?"
Jack fumbled in his brain, desperately searching for some kind of explanation that would satisfy this man and also allow him to leave. He tried so hard to bring logic to the equation, but before long, every failing that had brought him to that door flashed before his eyes, every neuron refusing to let him lie
"I'm here because I-" Jack blurted out "I...I fucked up." He felt a tear run down his cheek, but he still managed to hold back sobs "I fucked up, and I don't think I have what it takes to not do it again." The weight of this admission left his lungs empty, almost begging for air as he struggled to control his breathing. "I'm here because my life is out of control, and I'm tired of it. I want to do better."
The man smiled, clearly satisfied with Jack's honesty. He stepped away from jack and to a plastic chest of drawers that sat on a table in the corner. He pulled out a length of chain and a heavy steel lock. He walked back over, letting half the chain swing out of his hands. He apprached Jack and dangled the length of chain in front of him. "Do you know what this is?" he bellowed. Jack shook his head. "This is a collar. When a man puts this on a boy, he takes that boy as his property, and becomes responsible in educating him and ensuring he does his duty well. I would like to collar you, Jack, and take you as mine. I will take care of you, give you structure and discipline, and make sure that you get in line and stay there."
"It will not be easy .I will never ask you to do anything I wouldn't, but I can promise you won't like all of it. You will have to swallow your ego, follow commands, and trust me wholly and completely. You fuck up, you will pay for it appropriately. Do well, and earn my praise. You will be my boy and I will be your Sir, you will address me as such. I will train you to be a boy worth envying, but only if you will let me." He draped the chain over Jack's neck, threaded the lock through both ends and put Jack's hand around the lock. "Agreed, boy?"
Jack's heart raced, adrenaline flowing heavily and freely in his blood. "Take control of your life." a voice in his head "Yes, Sir." He said, strong in his resolved, as he clicked the lock closed in his hand.
"Good boy." Sir said, his dick throbbing at the sight of his fresh new boy. He pulled the robe off, grabbed Jack by his collar, and brought him towards his thick, throbbing cock. "Now, let's start your training."