A Straight Incel Submits Chapter 4
A Straight Incel Submits
by
Randy MacAnus
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Chapter 4
When I got up the next morning, my slave had a hot breakfast waiting for me. He clearly had something to say to me. I told him to wait until after breakfast. We sat on the sofa. Me fully dressed, him naked and collared.
"Master, how would you feel about living here, and making me your full-time slave?"
"I think it's a little early for you to make that decision. I certainly wouldn't mind having you availble 24/7. I'm retired, so I could certainly make plenty of use of that hot little body. But I require complete control, remember? And if I move in, and give up my place, you would actually have control. I live on Social Security and a small Veterans Pension. I have a rent-controlled apartment. There is no way I could afford to live in a good neighborhood in this city, if I had to pay current rental rates. So that would leave me vulnerable. If you threw me out, I'd be homeless. That doesn't interest me."
"I'm sorry Master. I didn't know. Is there a solution to that? I can't imagine a situation where I would want you to leave. If it weren't for the cage, I think I'd be hard all the time, even when I was just anticipating serving you."
"There are two options I can think of. From a conceptual standpoint, if you are my permanent slave, then you and everything you currently own, and everything you earn, become my property. You would be the one risking homelessness, if I decided to throw you out. That would be very strong motivation for you to do things you might not otherwise have agreed to. My motivation to keep you would be equally as strong, as your income would be mine, for as long as I own you. That's a huge step to take, and one you should not take lightly."
"Wow! I never thought of that! But I can certainly see why you'd want that as a means of total control. And you're right, I'd really have to think that through. Is there an intermediate step we could take, that wouldn't make you vulnerable?"
"This is why I like intelligent boys. You think things through. Yes, there is a possible first step. But it would depend on how good your income is. If you can afford to pay all of your expenses, and all of mine, including the rent on my apartment, without going into debt, that would work. As I can pay my own expenses now, I would be able to save money. And if you decide your slavery needs to end, I would be in good shape and could just move back to my place."
"You could continue paying your rent and expenses if you moved in here, but you would want me to pay that for you?"
"Yes. That makes it a first step toward total ownership of you. It's a much more serious commitment on your part. And frankly, not one I would expect you to be ready to make, especially if that would create financial hardship for you."
"Okay. That makes sense. And I can afford it, if I continue to work. I get paid a base salary, plus a bonus for every KLOC I write that's accepted. And they almost all get accepted. I'm one of their most productive programmers. Last year my income was over six figures."
"That's impressive. What's a KLOC?"
"Sorry. It's a term for a thousand lines of source code. That's what I'm writing for this company."
"Then you have to ask yourself if you could maintain focus, and therefore productivity, if you're distracted by thoughts of sex and submission."
He thought for a bit and said, "Let's see how today goes."
"Very practical. If you need more than a day or a week, no problem. I can continue coming up here and spending the occasional night, with no further commitment from you, other than total submission. And sometime this week, after I feel you are well trained, I'll begin whoring you out. So I'll be adding to my income in any case."
"Um, can I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure. I might even answer it," I said with a grin.
He smiled back, paused to work up his courage, then said, "Do you actually like me?"
I grabbed him and hugged tight. He fiercely hugged me back. We stayed like that for a long time. Finally, while still holding him, I answered his question.
"In our conversation on the subway platform, you were acting like a dick. But there was an underlying sweetness that I really liked, so I suspected that was a defense mechanism. I admired your courage when you were able to strip and assume the display position with the door open. As your comfort level with all this rose, and your defenses dropped, you have become more and more likeable and desirable. That's saying something because for me, you were a major league hottie the second I laid eyes on you. And I would be very interested to know your feelings both for me, and for the situation you find yourself in."
He wouldn't let go of the hug. He took a couple of deep breaths, shuddered a bit, then began to speak.
"When I noticed you checking me out on the subway, it creeped me out. You made no effort to hide it. When I realized that, it scared me because I took that to mean, you were confident and dominant. I've always had trouble standing up to bullies, and I thought that might be what you were. I was afraid you'd force yourself on me."
He stopped and took a couple more deep breaths, paused for a full minute, while hugging me, then continued.
"As I started walking my bike down the platform, I was making up my mind whether to ride like hell to get away from you or confront you. I figured, given the age difference I could out-ride you, but I also wanted to feel good about myself for once, by standing up to you. If you'd been my age, I would never have tried to stand up to you. But as I thought about it I realized I could do both, if necessary. I could confront you on the platform, then ride like hell, once we got up to the street. So I confronted you, and it felt really scary, but really good."
I hugged him closer and said, "I'm even prouder of you now, than I was when you first stripped for me."
We continued hugging as he wept quietly. When he got past that, I went to the kitchen and got us both a glass of ice water to get rid of the lumps in our throats. We sat on the sofa, and he put his head on my shoulder. I put my arm around him.
"Are you up to continuing? We can leave it for later, if this is too much right now, but it's really important to me to hear this."
He took another big drink of ice water, then looked at me with those big blue eyes, and that sweet embarrassed smile.
"When I started talking, I felt in control. When you weren't the least bit upset or defensive, I realized I wasn't. But you weren't being a bully. There was no physical threat. And what you said about the way straight guys treat women really hit home. I realized that's exactly what I was afraid of. And then I realized, when you talked about the control you would require if I asked you to blow me, my dick got hard! I was really afraid it was going to start leaking and show a wet spot in my shorts! That happened to me with a girl I was hitting on once. She laughed at me about the wet spot and the size of my dick. I literally ran out of that bar, and never went back."
"Guys who behave like that toward women usually never learn or change. You're a special kid."
"I'm not a kid. I'm 22!" he said with smile.
I smiled back and said, "When you're my age, a kid is anyone under 40."
He cracked up laughing, and I joined in. I had never had a conversation like this with one of my subs. None of them had the courage to share their feelings this way, and I had never pressed them. Maybe I should have. This was truly amazing.
"Anyway, when you didn't laugh, and just pointed it out, I decided you were dominant, but probably not especially cruel or vindictive. That was when I started to trust you, and give serious thought to taking you home. By then I was so horny at the thought of having sex, and not having to worry about performance, or taking the lead, I could hardly stand it. I put up one last defense when I said I'd have to think about it. When you calmly walked me through the thought process, I knew I couldn't pass this up. I actually thought if I said no, I might go my whole life and not get laid."
"So you said yes, and I'm really glad you did. I didn't expect you to, when you first confronted me. But at that point I didn't know how smart and brave you were. I know your're straight, and all this is based on your need for submission, humiliation and affection. I'm concerned that making a long term commitment to a man may result in regret on your part in the future. What do you think?"
"I can see that. In fact, I've thought about that. I can't ever remember a strong woman who was both dominant and kind to me. Certainly not affectionate. I'm sure they're out there. But I don't think the odds of meeting one I want, who was both unattatched and into me is very likely. You have me now, and I really like that. I don't want to lose that. I understand that one or both of us might want to move on at some point. I've already decided that if that happens, I will focus on my gratitude for this experience, for as long as I've had it. I don't want to be alone by choice. And this is so darn hot!!!"
"You don't find the possibilities of what's to come, really scary?"
"Terrifying. Also, thrilling and super hot. And I just realized--if I wasn't wearing this cock cage, I'd be playing with myself whenever I wasn't being used. I would never get any work done. So as much as I would like being unlocked, I think I need the darn thing, at least when I'm working."
I cracked up laughing again and got his embarrassed smile in return. At this point my main concern was not hurting him emotionally. He was a very sweet, naive, and vulnerable boy. His defenses were completely down. Handling this the right way was really important. I thought for a minute, before responding.
"Okay. You don't have to worry about losing me, until you decide it's time for me to leave. The only thing that won't happen right now, is I won't be spending most nights. And you won't have to worry about paying my bills. And as I'll be whoring you out, I'll be earning income from this super hot body I own, in any event. Now. When I'm not here, you are to stay away from video games."
He gave me a look of horror, followed by rolling his eyes, before nodding his head in agreement.
"You are to read. I will bring you some books that will fill you in on power sex with men. We can start with The Leather Handbook. You should go online and read up on power sex with women. The kind where the male is the submissive, so not 50 Shades of Gray. Learn about strap-on dildos and other sex toys for dominant women. Do not get lazy about your work. That's your future. Keep in mind I'm more than a half century older than you. I'm not planning on checking out any time soon, but I won't be around forever."
He had a shocked look on his face, then hugged me tight. That's part of the equation with any long term relationship, but especially when the pair includes one or more antiques!
"That hadn't even occurred to me. You just exude so much energy."
"Thank you. I take good care of myself. Maybe, one of these years when my dick stops working, or I can't ride my bike anymore, take that as a cue to toss me out, so you won't have to deal with it," I said with a grin.
"If I've kept you that long, I'll just keep you. Then, when you die, I can try Necrophilia."
We both laughed for a couple of minutes. Then I said, "Only if you can find the key to your cage, or I die hard. And I'm not referring to the movie."
We chuckled and held each other for a few minutes.
Then he said, "I'm not looking forward to sleeping alone."
"I understand. But I think it's important that you do. Don't ask me why, just an instinct that it's important to be comfortable in your own company. There is such a thing as being too dependant. And while we are on the subject of moving forward with this, I have an important question I need the answer to."
He looked at me seriously, and said, "Anything. What is it?"
I looked deep into those dark blue eyes and said, "What's your name?"
He snorted and actually giggled briefly.
"I was hoping you'd never ask. I hate it. It's Harvey. After a great uncle I never met. I think my father was drunk when he filled out the form. My mother never forgave him. She always called me Sweetie. I hate that more. My dad had the decency to call me son most of the time. My online handle is my favorite. I call myself Kracken."
It was my turn to burst out laughing.
"Kracken is an apex predator. Do you really see yourself that way?"
He blushed. "No. That's the whole point. Online, you can be whatever you want."
"Fair enough. By all means be Kracken online. And I promise I'll only call you Harvey or Sweetie as punishment--in front of others. Otherwise it will continue to be Slave or Boy."
"Thank you!" he said with great relief.
"Now, I need to check my emails, and you need practice. Get under the dining room table and be ready to suck my cock. After that, you can go to work."
I got my tablet out of my backpack, sat at the dining room table and felt an ethusiastic tongue begin it's work.
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