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Chapter 4
I nearly ran back down the path and out the gate when Master himself opened the door. I don't know why I expected one of the others to open it, but when I saw his kind face, I just kind of melted. I guess I expected him to be angry at me, to read my mind and know I had chickened out. I wondered if he could smell my nervousness as I brushed past him to follow him through the locker room, upstairs past the study lounge, and then into his office. The house was still. He motioned for me to sit opposite him. "You look like someone who is feeling conflicted," he began. I nodded in response and stared at the carpet. "You've had a lot to process, and I respect that. I want to know what's going on, and please hear this: I'm not going to demand anything of you. If this is too much, please say so. You're in control."
I couldn't look at him. I felt shame as my eyes threatened to tear. What the fuck? I thought to myself. I looked anywhere but at him, and I fixated on a black and white framed print on the wall. It was a close up of two fists bound by rope. I couldn't look away. I don't know how long we sat like that; it could have been moments, or perhaps minutes.
"Luke," he quietly interrupted. "I don't want anything from you, but I am concerned. Are you ok? How can I help you?"
For some reason, his simple, gentle kindness pulled open a door of emotion I didn't even realize I was holding shut. I began in a near whisper, and then gradually I told him everything. I told him about being all alone in my small town, about living in a family that would hate me if they knew about me. I told him about never having sex with another guy even though I wanted it. I told him about getting hard when my father belted me. I told him about wanting to make the cross country team and not get bullied off if they figured out my perverse tastes. And then I surprised myself even more by looking up to him and admitting something that I didn't even want to admit to myself: I also want him to teach me, give me both the pleasure and the pain he had shown me.
I could almost hear the sound of the dust settling into the carpet at my feet as I waited for him to respond. In that stillness I was breathing shallowly and could feel my heart pounding so fiercely I worried I was having a heart attack. "Thank you for trusting me with all of that." I looked up at him. He smiled, and I felt the tension slowly ease away. "I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do, and I wouldn't force you to out yourself to your parents or your team. While I do prefer shaved boys, I can make an exception for you. I think we have something here that you want and need, something you crave, and I can help you understand that and to feel comfortable with it." He paused. "You should also know that we all like you. I like you," he emphasized.
We talked for a while about my past, my courses, running, and then we started in on what turns me on, and my questions about S&M relationships. He assured me that he wasn't interested in owning me. He enjoyed sexually dominating younger males, but he thinks about what he does as teaching and mentoring. He expects that these will be temporary experiences, that we'll move on when we graduate. He offered to help me discover my strengths and to enjoy both submission and my kinkier sex sides without shame. "And we can do all of this in a way that gives you the opportunity to experience all that college has to offer you, including being on a sports team." He was being so reasonable, not at all like a sadistic ax murderer. He then offered me membership in the group... with a choice of three levels of commitment. One would be to be a casual friend, someone who played with them when free. There would be boundaries, though. I'd have to check in with him before coming over to insure that the timing was right, but I could have fun with them without a lot of commitment. "Of course, that means that the experience will be less intense. I can't teach you advanced things if you're a casual part of this. Going deeper takes a time commitment." Master then explained that the next level would be to be a full part of the community without living full time at the house. That would mean that I would have weekly chores, would be required to be a part of community meetings, and all aspects of my sex life would be his to control. He would give me my own bedroom to use when I wanted to stay over, but I wouldn't be required to move in. The final level would be to move in completely." He paused and his tone got more serious. "I want you to know something important: We all met to talk about you, and everyone unanimously agreed: We'd love to have you join us full time, but we'll accept you without judgment and with respect with whatever you decide." Again he paused. "One last thing. To become more than a casual friend, to become a full part of our group, you have to undergo an initiation that consists of two stages, one here and one with the larger group in which we participate. I can give you those details later, but they involve, as you might suspect, some intense sexual challenges of the sort you've already experienced. The process also requires you to have a sponsor who would help you and be expected to experience some challenges of his own. Thomas has already agreed to mentor you and to accept the required challenges that would be required of him as a Sponsor. Let me tell you that this commitment doesn't come lightly. It is a real honor. That means he's willing to submit to intense pain on your behalf. You've made a real impact on everyone here in a short time. This doesn't usually happen. We usually spend a lot more time getting to know people before anyone volunteers to be a Sponsor."
I felt ashamed at how I had been thinking about them earlier. I had been thinking about cutting ties and leaving altogether. My cock was now straining in the plastic chastity device at hearing that Thomas was willing to suffer just to help me join the group. I was a little afraid of such a big initiation process, but it was strangely exciting, too. Could I do it? Could I accept some challenges that might involve doing things in front of others?
Master then asked me if I wanted to hear the house rules. I nodded. If I remained a casual friend, the only real rules were ones that would be given during a visit. I would have to text before showing up, and then Master would send guidelines. If I became an Initiate, I'd have to assume some house chores that were reasonable for someone who doesn't live in the house full time. I'd be required to attend weekly meetings and participate in group activities. Master assured me he'd schedule things around my cross country practices and meets. Finally, Master explained the last detail. "Until you pass the initiation, any infractions you incur will have to be paid for by your Sponsor or even by the group if warranted. As an Initiate, the others would mentor you, and until you've fully earned membership in our community, your behavior is our collective responsibility. We'd be making a commitment to you, and we would expect you to be in the process of making one to us." He paused and added, "Finally, please do not choose to be an Initiate without careful thought. It is a big commitment by all of us. It involves work here in the house, and it requires that I organize a special event for others in our extended community. Thus, if you become an Initiate, there's no returning if you back out. If you choose to leave, you'd be asked to leave completely. That is one rule I believe is absolutely necessary. I've asked others to leave before you because they weren't a match for our group and how we live."
Damn. That was a lot to think about. My cock was no longer longing for release. That was a big boundary, a big commitment. "Do you want some time to think about it?" I nodded yes. "I think that's a good idea," Master replied. "But we need to remove that chastity device, eh? I believe I told Thomas his would come off at the same time. Perhaps that might be too much today?" He paused, and I didn't react. "If so, I'll just remove yours now and his after you leave."
I thought about it and then smiled and sheepishly asked if we could play a bit after taking them off. Master laughed. "Yes, I think that'd be fine. What do you have in mind?" Master picked up his phone and texted Thomas. He was in the room about 30 seconds later. Master held up his hand to stop Thomas from speaking as Master turned back to me.
"Um, I don't know, Sir. I'd love to do, well, anything, as long as I can cum."
Master laughed. "Strip. Both of you." I was out of my clothes as fast as possible and once again I was facing Thomas who was also naked except for his chastity device, too.
"Let's see. You two must be damned horny and want to cum." He retrieved a key from his desk and unlocked and removed our cages, first mine then the one on Thomas. Our cocks were immediately hard. "Impressive, boys." Master laughed. "I'm going to keep this simple because I want to give you some time to think this all through before we continue to explore anything too complex." Master began removing his clothes. "I'm a little horny, too. Looking at the two of you is pushing my buttons. KNEEL." He whispered. We jumped down and knelt as if he had shouted. "I want you two to jerk off, and as you do, I want you to look into each other's eyes. You must time it perfectly so that you both cum at the same time. While you must stroke your own cock, you must catch the other's cum in your palm. Hold it and await further instructions."
Neither of us needed him to repeat the orders. We were both smiling at each other and jerking our cocks. I couldn't believe how good it felt to have my hand on my cock after it being confined for just several hours in the cage. I also felt strangely at home stroking in front of these two other guys, knowing they were enjoying this performance, too. We jerked for a couple of minutes before Thomas nodded and whispered he was going to cum. I was ready and grunted my approval. I put my other hand in front of his cock as he did mine. Although it was awkward that move seemed to push me over the edge, and I immediately began shooting into his hand as he did mine. Fuck. It felt great. I then turned and smiled at Master. I was so relieved that a wave of exhaustion swept over me. I swayed as I fought to remain kneeling.
"Excellent. Now smear my cock with your cum and then lick it and get me off together." I had just cum, and yet this new order sent an electric bolt into my cock. I could feel it stiffening again as I put my hand next to Thomas's. We let the cum drip off our palms and onto Master's cock head. It dripped from there down the sides of his shaft. We then dove onto his massive cock, our tongues lapping the sides, slurping our intermingled cum. Thomas then took Master's head into his mouth while I ran my mouth and tongue up and down his shaft. "Excellent, boys. Excellent." Master sighed as he leaned back in his chair. We worshipped his cock for about ten minutes, trading off sucking his head and his shaft until he told us to stop. "Open your mouths and push in together." We complied and tried to get our mouths as close together as possible as he stroked his cock a couple of times. He then began spraying his cum into our mouths, moving it from one mouth to the other. When he finished, we cleaned the cum off his cock. "Don't forget each other," he laughed. We then turned to each other and began a passionate kiss. Thomas broke it long enough to lick the cum off my lips and chin; then I reciprocated. I realized I was hard again, and I felt Thomas's hard cock pressing into my stomach.
"Looks like you two need another round. One last cum, then we're done here. Let's see a 69 this time, boys." We happily pulled each other down onto the carpet.