It started with a piece of paper. Well not really. If I trace these experiences back far enough I could say it started with my parents' death, or their alienating me. But I've gone back far enough, without being too obnoxious, and I believe whole-heartedly that it started with this piece of paper. This piece of paper that was shown to me the day I turned 18.
Due to my parents' lack of interest in me over the years leading to their death, I expected little to no money from my Father's fortune to hit my bank account on this day. A couple hundred grand, at most, and a simple letter stating they still loved me even though I felt they hated me for who I was. This was not the case at all.
Upon reading this paper, this 'will', my heart sank. It was one of those moments where you're there experiencing it, it's going on right in front of you, yet you don't believe it because it's too good to be true. As I read my Parents' letter to me, my eyes let forth the first decent cry I'd had in years. Due to the personal nature of the will, I won't give you vivid details about it... But let's just say they redeemed themselves. I now loved them as much as I had before they started pushing me away, and I cried dearly when, two years late, the impact of their death finally fell upon me.
That was how it began... sort of... Well not really, but that's just a bit of information that may or may not come in handy later, depending on how vivid I get with my upcoming journal entries.
"Whoa.. really? That's kind of... heh.. intense... you gonna be okay?"
My friend Kyle: very smart, and wealthy, yet he didn't allow his 'appearances' affect how he worded his sentences. I'm glad for it too; using our language in such a way that comes off as polite to even a dung beetle can be quite exhausting. With him though, I feel no need to formulate my sentences in such a way.
"Yea I'll be okay. It's just.. so frickin' weird.. I seriously thought they hated me... Like.. really, really hated me. Now I find out that my Dad gave me that much... and the letter... Jesus christ it's just so.. I dunno.. good.. if that makes any sense."
"Yea I get you, Eli, and don't worry, you don't have to talk about it anymore if you don't want" He placed his hand on my back and smiled at me. My eyes met his and they 'daggered' mine, as I put it. "Damn I really like your eyes, so fucking weird yet so... fucking cool"
I laughed immediately at his blunt stumbling of words and wiped my still raw eyes clean of any lingering tears. "Yea I guess my eyes are pretty damn sexy," I joked. He lightly tapped my arm with his fist.
"Don't get too cocky there Eli or I'll have to put you in your place. It's your birthday and I do have an excellent present in store for you." He allowed for this pause to linger just /barely/ longer than normal, which sent a chill down my spine and a butterfly to my stomach.
"Good! I better like it or else I'ma beatchu up!" I giggled off the nerves and my eyes travelled to his arms and sat there for a moment. Such nice arms he has.. nice body, actually. He likes to joke and say that he's naturally this toned, and tan, but he's always full of it. He loves to swim and I love to watch him. Every meet he participates in I attend. To be honest my favorite part of the meet is when he gets out of the water and comes over to me and jokingly attacks me. He's a damn good swimmer, and he almost always wins. He lost once or twice due to a severe flu, both separate occasions. He swims regardless of his health. He's very confident yet very stubborn sometimes. Back to his body! He has two nipples of perfect size in the perfect spot, not too far off to the side nor too close to the center. Just perfect. His 6 pack, which is turning into a very faint 8 pack, looks very nice just all of the time. He gets his legs waxed, which is actually what started me on waxing my body. He said that I look much better hairless than I do with hair. He joked about getting me permanently hairless from the neck down, but I said he'd have to tie me down to do such a thing. He has very light brown hair which he tames pretty close to his head. His eyebrows, similar to mine, are full yet kept in line. Underneath those brows are two beautiful eyes which house the colors blue and green. >From afar his eyes look turquoise, but up close you can see the swirls within. Okay back to our conversation.
His head lowered ever-so-slightly to catch mine and then he leveled his head again, "You do know that I could wipe the floor with you, right?" he said with a smirk on his lips.
"Ha! You could not-... well yea probably a little bit.. Well no! You may be a swimmer but.. well yea.. Okay shut up." I finished, crossing my arms and dramatically turning my head; very theatrical of me if I do say so myself.
"And don't you forget it mister," he said ruffling my hair. My face went blank and I stared at him until a smile took over his mouth with mine following.
"So! What do you have in store for me today?"
"Well um... I'm not quite sure how to put it without you.. freaking out. All I can say is that I know you'll enjoy it very much. As will I! See it's sort of a present for both of us! See how selfless I am? Am I the best or am I the best?"
"Third option: neither!" I laughed, pushing him to his side.
"Ow. Anyway we probably should prepare for your present soon anyway. We could do it later but there's really no point and I'm getting impatient so umm.. Give me a minute to set it up. Here, take this and put it on," he opened the drawer from the nearby coffee table and pulled out a small present box, "Happy Birthday, Eli. This isn't really the beginning, but I swear I saw you ogling one similar to these at a store down town so here ya go. Once you've got it on go ahead and go for a swim while I finish things up in here." Before I could open the present he darted out of the master living room and shut the large door behind him. I quickly opened the present and saw a very adorable speedo in it. It was green with buzz lightyear shooting Zurg across my frontal area. I immediately loved them and proceeded to strip right there. After everyone having moved out, and the nanny quitting a couple weeks before my 18th, I was completely alone in the house, except for Kyle of course.
Now nude, I proceeded to put on the speedo and didn't realize just how tightly it hugged me. It wasn't that it was too small, it's just that everything was very... visible.. even though the material kept everything nice and snug.
I went out back and jumped in our heated pool which was large enough to round the corner of our house and down a couple dozen yards. The hot tub was in the center of the pool, slightly raised, which you could get to by a clear tile walkway, raised above the pool itself, going from the actual ground to the tub itself. I swam around lazily for a little while. I attempted to swim to the bottom of the pool to touch it but I couldn't quite make it. After what seemed like 30 minutes or so, I climbed into the hot tub and relaxed for a little while. After I sat in the hot water for a few minutes the speedo got a lot stretchier.. It felt like I wasn't wearing it anymore and was very freeing. After nearly falling asleep in the hot tub, Kyle came outside wearing a towel.
"Okay, Eli! Your present is all set up and waiting for you! Get out of that hot tub and follow me." The way he said this was very confident and precise. Almost like he was on a mission and I was his subject or something. I nodded at him and my eyes, captivated by his torso, ate him up as I got out of the hot tub. It wasn't until I was a couple feet in front of him, watching him stare at my lower area, that I realized I wasn't wearing a speedo anymore! My hands immediately went for some semblance of modesty and attempted to cover my penis and balls up.
"Ohhh I forgot to mention, sorry 'bout that buddy. I did say before that the speedo was 'like' the one in the store, but it's crazy what you can do with money nowadays. I'm 18 and technology even surprises me. Yea those dissolve in hot water after a couple minutes. Not really sure why such a simple concept surprises me so much... anyway.. Okay! Follow me!"
"Wai.. what!? Huh? Seriously? Huh? Um.." he cut me off by leaving so I decided to follow him rather than stand there outside with my butt for the entire world to see. Once we were inside he took off his towel which revealed a leather jock which hugged his butt cheeks fantastically. "What's going on dude!? Why'd you.. Why're you.. What's happening? I'm confused! Geah.." my mind was racing a mile a second and my confusion was all set aside by one word.
"Sit. Please." Okay two words. I sat down on our leather couch which was cold against my bare, olive skin. I wasn't toned like Kyle but I had zero fat on my body. I wasn't bony either. I was soft and really thin. Kyle proceeded.
"Thanks. Okay, in front of you you'll notice a piece of paper. It's empty, as you can see, but if you sign your name on it, you'll let me proceed with your present. I'm not going to tell you what your present is, but if you sign this, you'll get it... all the way. Understand?"
"Yea... but.. what if I don't like the present?"
"Well you won't know unless you try. But once you start getting your present there's no going back. All I can say is that I know, with every fiber of my being, that you will like it. "
"What's going on, Kyle? What's up with the... your jockstr-... and my speedo-... I mean.. what's going on?" My hands maintained their place cupping my genitals, but that didn't stop my nerves from attacking my voice, or my embarrassment reddening my cheeks.
Kyle walked over to me and sat down next to me, our legs touching, "I know that we haven't... really.. talked about it at all.. But I know that you feel something.. and I feel something... both of our somethings make something strong. And I know what your something needs, and what my something needs. These two somethings will make something wonderful. All I need is for you to sign the paper, so I know that you've consented in the beginning." He placed his hand on my cheek and my heart melted. I am so lusting for this boy.. damn close to love I think. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek and then my melted heart blew up and I yearned so very much for this boy. All I had to do was sign my name on a piece of paper? Fine! No worries. I picked up the pen and signed my name large across the center.
Kyle's mouth widened and let forth a large grin, "Okay. First things first. Follow me." He clasped my wrist and brought me along with him to the Library. We went to one corner to a bookshelf stacked with heavy old books. He put his fingers in between that bookshelf and another and felt around. I heard a clicking noise and then he tugged on a book directly to the right of the lever and a much louder 'click' followed. He pulled the bookshelf open, like a door, from the sides which revealed a large, dungeon like door. No hole or window through it.
"What is this?... What's.. Ok, you're freaking me out..." I said nervously, trying to retreat backwards, still completely nude in front of my friend.
"Don't worry, Eli. As I said, you'll enjoy this, I promise. From the looks of it you already are." I glanced down and noted what he was talking about and decided to keep my mouth shut. He opened the door with a security code that I didn't quite get a good glimpse at, and then brought me down. Motion lights that looked like torches lit up as we walked down the corridor. My feet noted the change in flooring from hardwood floor to brick, as my toes started to go cold. I looked in down at Kyle's toes and thought that his must be cold as well.
At the end of the hallway was another door which had a sliding padlock on our side that Kyle opened. "Keep in mind, you'll never open these doors by yourself." He said with a wink. My stomach was on fire with nerves and my boyhood was rock solid the entire time.
We walked into the room and I couldn't see a thing. Kyle flicked a switch somewhere and what my eyes took in was impossible. A dungeon. A huge... dungeon. There were corridors that led places I couldn't see, various covered equipment everywhere. This place was huge.. and it was right under my feet for the past however many years.
Kyle turned to me and put his hand on my cock and balls, just resting there.
"Welcome to your new home, slave."
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