Chapter 13.
The next night Dad was home so we ordered out for supper from our favorite Mexican place. I got to tell him about this book I was reading for my English lit class. It's one he remembered well and so we had a nice chat about it. "I always found it hard to believe that the mother managed to get all her children to "simply forget" what happened the night Tom got raped and they obeyed her. How hard it must be to carry a big secret like that around, especially since what happened affected his entire life."
"Dad, lots of people have to go around carrying a big secret. Especially people whose sexuality is not hetero. Hell, I've known since I was 12 and never said anything to you."
"Did you tell your mother?"
"I almost did a week before she died but I feared how she'd react. After all, nothing I ever did was right as far as she was concerned. Besides, she was in enough pain as it was. Why should I only add to it?"
"That was a compassionate decision, pup. I'm glad you held it back."
"See? There are so many reasons why we have to hold parts of ourselves back in certain situation or with certain people. And not just for people like me."
His father was just about to reply when the door bell rang. "I'll answer it," says Dad, because I'm not finished eating yet. I was hungry so I ordered the extra large burrito. Now I'm beginning to regret it.
I hear voices at the door, then the sound of two men coming back to where I'm eating. I look up and almost choke on my salsa. It's Tyler! He winks at me with that certain smirk on his face that makes me want to melt. But I'm pretty annoyed. I feel like I've been invaded. "Relax," Dad says to him. "Can we get you something to drink?"
"Water would be fine, Sir," he answers and takes the seat right next to me. I want to ask him what the fuck he's doing here. He turns to me. "What a bad boy you are, not telling your Dad that we have theater tickets for tonight. How could something like that slip your mind?"
Oh shit. Now what do I do with this? "Tonight?" I ask. "I thought it was for next week. I'm sorry, bro."
"What are you seeing?" Dad asks.
"It's a spoof on Fiddler on the Roof, only in this version all the characters are gay guys. It's only here for three nights so I know it's not next week. Finish up your supper, pup. We've got to get going or we'll be late. Besides, you've still got to change into something better than shorts and a T."
I finish, still completely bewildered and head up to my rooms. Tyler follows me and that makes me very nervous. "Relax, pup. This will be fun."
"Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?"
"Because I didn't know about it. One of my buddies called and offered the tickets. His husband is ill so they're not going. The show's supposed to be hysterical." While he's talking he's going through my closet and pulls out a pair of pants from me to wear. I pull down my shorts and he comes right over to me holding something coiled up. "Pull your briefs down for a second, boy." I do as he says. He takes the coil and wraps it around my junk then pulls up my briefs again. "Put on your pants," he orders, and I obey. Then he puts his hand into his pocket and all of a sudden I'm getting light shocks where the coil is and I cry out. "Isn't that nice how I can send you messages whenever I want? All through the performance. Better be careful not to cry out at the wrong times, pup."
He walks around inspecting my rooms, opening drawers and looking through them. I've really got nothing to hide but this is embarrassing as hell anyway. "I have to take you shopping for new clothes. Especially your underwear. You're outfitted to fit in with all the straight college twinks. Not becoming at all, boy, not becoming at all, for someone of your nature."
"So I'm not happy with the fact that you just barged in here without any warning and preempted my plans to study tonight. Just saying, Dude." "noted. And I didn't like it when you took off last night without even having the courtesy to say good-bye to me before you left. Just saying, Dude."
"So that gives you permission to fuck with my life in front of my Dad?"
"He's hot, kid. And totally okay with what's going on with you. After all, I'm 5 years older and he didn't seem to have any concern at all. Probably was relieved that you were with someone with enough sense to look out for you and keep you in line. He smiled when I told you to hurry up eating."
"So is there really a play?"
"Yes. Just what I said. A bunch of gay Jews parading around having fun with their sad old story. Only this time they're not kicked out of their village. Rather they open up a bread and breakfast which serves bagels, lox and cream cheese for breakfast while everyone sings that song, "Tradition."
"Okay, but you gotta promise me this: you bring me home right after the show. I really have to get some reading done for class tomorrow or I'll look like a total idiot."
"No comment on the total idiot part, but I'll get you right back here before the last curtain call. Promise. And I won't come in and molest you when I get you back here."
"Oh, you're so considerate. Sir. And please, nothing else the next two nights either."
"As you wish, my dear twink slaveboy. Although it seems that you're giving all the orders tonight. . . ."
"Sorry, Sir. I don't deal well when my plans get screwed up at the last minute."
"Noted also. I'll have to teach you to be bit more flexible in the future. But okay, that's a nice shirt. Let's hit the road."
And off we go. The show was pretty funny and Tyler managed to send the shocks to my groin in time with the audience's laughter so it I was always half-laughing and half-crying and it all just sounded like my way of cheering the cast. I have to say that despite my initial resentment at being pulled away at last notice, I had an absolute ball and Tyler had figured out a way to make it also a sexual experience along with the joy. Hmmmmm. Maybe he's trying to rewire my brain or something. As you wish, Master!
On the way home he explained what he wanted for me. "If I someday decide to keep you as my own, you would have to be able to turn off the bdsm scenes for a while and relax with me so that others see us as close friends—or even boyfriends, that won't matter any more. I don't know what you're picturing, but life is not always like what happens at Hank's Inferno. There's a lot of time you have to get away from it and out into the fresh air. I want any future slave to enjoy being with me away from the dungeon and I want to enjoy being with him. Sure, he's still my slave, but maybe only the two of us know it. But he's got to be my friend as well. He's got to enjoy life and culture and being in intelligent company. Maybe everyone we're with, say, at a brunch is into the scene. That doesn't matter. At brunch we're just a bunch of good friends. Hey, that's cool: we're a bunch at brunch!"
Suddenly we're both giggling together. "So tell me. I know you've got a lot of reading to do. When do you plan to come to the Inferno again?" I tell him.
"Well that night you're going over my knee. You didn't really think you'd get away with leaving the club the other night without getting my permission first, did you?
Dammit! "I was just testing the waters, Sir."
"You got an F in that test, slave. I'll be wearing leather gloves when I punish you. I think you'll remember to always ask for permission after that."
"Yes, Sir. Please help me be a better slave for you." What else could I say. And you know what? I really believe what I just said! Damn! I want this guy to own me so bad it's a hunger in my gut! I can't believe that Tyler trained me tonight by taking me somewhere to have fun together watching a play. He's training me how to live a normal life away from the Dungeons and playrooms. These are things I never thought about before. All I wanted was to get worked over and to get to serve cock. Hmmmm. Good thing it didn't work out with Bobby. I think it's all dungeon for him. That would have been dangerous. I'm wondering if I can tell Tyler this.
"May this slave tell you something it just realized, Sir?"
"Sure. You can talk freely when we're like this. Don't have to ask. So what's on your mind?"
"I was thinking over what you just explained to me, and I began to realize how it would have been with Bobby. All dungeon. Nothing away from the dungeon. That's all he cared about. That's why he drove me home after he had enough dungeon fun with me. That's the way always is with him."
"Good for you for realizing that! You're absolutely correct. I can't imagine how it would be if Bobby kept a slave full-time."
"I think it would be dangerous. And maybe even boring."
Tyler laughs out loud. "Definitely boring. Didn't you have a good time tonight, boy?"
"Yes, Sir, a very good time. Thank you."
"People who saw us just thought we were friends or boyfriends, right?" "Yes, Sir, but at the same time I knew I was still your slave and under your control. Very Ingenious of you, Sir."
"You ain't seen nothing yet, boy."
We got home and Tyler followed me right into my apartment. Dad was already asleep in his.
"Get naked, but don't throw your clothes on the floor. Put them away nicely. Leave your underpants on the floor at the side of the bed." Wow. He's controlling my every move. My inner slave is jumping for joy but my hands are shaking as I try to unbutton my shirt. Tyler notices and puts his hand on mine.
"Be calm, baby." Tyler unbuttons my shirt himself and then leaves me to get it off and hang it up. I stop trembling as I take off my t-shirt and put it in the laundry basket. "Do you like doing laundry, boy?" "It's just something I have to do, Sir."
"What if I made you do mine naked? Would it have more meaning?"
"I think so, Sir, but I won't know until it happens. I hope it would please me to be serving you that way too." I kick off my shoes and open my pants and self-consciously get them down and off my legs. I fold them and lay them on a chair I keep for my clothes. He looks down at my feet. I take off my socks.
"All the way," he says. I pull down my underpants and lay them on the floor the way he taught me. Then I stand up straight with my arms at my side. "That's better," he says. CMNM."
"CMNM?" I say. "Clothed man naked man." "Oh. Interesting. Never heard that before."
"Bring me into the bathroom. I have to piss."
I quicken within. Once we get there without being told I kneel at his side as he takes out his cock and lets his piss flow into the toilet. I focus all my attention on the sight of his piss flowing from the head of his cock. "Good boy. Focusing on my piss. My piss is important to you. More important than you realize." His voice is hypnotic. Finally, the flow turns to dribbles. "Take it, slave," he says, and quickly I put my mouth over the head of his cock and there's more piss than the other time. I gently suck it. "Roll it around in your mouth with your tongue," he commands me, and so I do so and the taste isn't too bad this time but he's humiliating the shit out of me! "Swallow." I do so. "You sure you sucked it all out of me? Why don't you check?" I put his tip in my mouth again and suck a bit. Sure enough, more comes out. "Better," he says. After I swallow he commands, "Clean the slit, slave, then put me away." With masochistic delight I obey his commands.
He turns and leaves the bathroom and I follow him. "As much as possible, whenever you're naked with me, you should be crawling unless you have to stand up for something." I get down on the floor.
"There. Such a beautiful sight. A naked submissive on all fours because I want it that way. Now kneel up." I do so. "Look up at me and open your mouth." I do so. A big glob of spit forms on his lips and when he lets it drop I move quickly so it will fall into my mouth. He slaps my cheek a couple times. "Good boy."
"I'm going now. I had a good time with you tonight and you've pleased me."
"thank you, Sir."
"Don't touch your dick for the rest of the night."
Yikes. "Yes, Sir."
He pats me on the head and leaves me there on the floor. I stay in that position until I hear his car pulling away. Then I get up and decide to put my underpants back on. That will make it easier for me not to touch myself. Then it hits me: Shit! He's controlling my dick. I can't just jerk off whenever I want. Or maybe it's better to think of it this way: He's naming the times when I cannot touch myself. Well, either way, it's got me hard.
Please write me and let me know what you think of this new story. subkodak25@gmail.com
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Here are the other stories I have posted, with the dates where you can find them:
The Alex Chronicles 9/25/2022 Sweet Subjugation 1/15/2023 Brandon's Bosses 4/3/2023 Brandon's Brothers 5/19/2023 Total Subjugation 5/25/2023 Tommy Loves His Sub 8/17/2023 Training Toby 12/31/2023 Breaking me in—current
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