Chapter 51. You'll never believe who I met in the deli!
So Tommy and Dylan are sitting in the deli pigging out on Kosher hot dogs and potato pancakes, happy as can be. Dylan loves these times when conversation isn't needed for them to enjoy each other's presence, and it almost always turns out that they hardly talk at all when their food arrives. Nonetheless, the eye-to-eye contact is all the more intense because it's sporadic and it almost seems choreographed in advance. One will begin to look at the other eating, who gets drawn by the magnetism of the glance being offered and then they hang out there together for a while, or until one of them has to look at his plate to avoid making a mess.
And there they are, melded together and savoring the energy between them when all of a sudden this man walks past them, then stops and does a double-take: "Dylan?" he asks, and dylan closes in upon himself, beginning to tremble. Tommy immediately stands up and moves to block dylan. "I don't' know who you are, but you're obviously making my friend uncomfortable. Who are you?"
"That's what I'd like to know. What is going on, dylan? They told me you'd run off to Europe with some dirty old man." He turns to Tommy and introduces himself. "I'm Dylan's Uncle Charlie. He might not remember me much because I was kind of invited "out" of the family when he was only about 8 or 9. Please, Sir, please let me explain. When my sister, Dylan's mother, found out that I was gay she told me I could no longer be part of the family. I moved out of state after that and only recently came back to settle some things. Dylan, do your remember your Uncle Charlie at all? Remember how we would play trains on the floor of the basement?"
Tommy turns his back on Uncle Charlie to make sure Dylan is okay. He does seem better, and he grabs on to Tommy's arm and moves out front to check out this man. "And the train was green," he said. "Then I don't remember you after that. Or maybe it was because I was so caught up with Tommy, so I must have been 7 when all that happened."
"Wow. It's so wonderful seeing you all grown up now and you have a friend who is very protective of you. That's wonderful. I was always concerned about how you'd fare after I was driven away, but things seem good now. You sure do look happy!"
"I thought you were something I made up, that you weren't real. And the train disappeared too. Damn! Probably my mother got rid of it."
"I've often regretted leaving you there, but I had no way to take you myself; besides, your mother threatened to make a lot of trouble for me if she ever saw me again."
"Can he sit with us?" dylan asks Tommy. "Sure he can. Here. I'll come sit next to you and you, Sir, can sit across from us."
"Call me Charlie, not Sir, please," he says while they all get settled.
Charlie says, apologetically, "I feel like I'm interrupting a special moment for the two of you, the way you were both transfixed looking into each other's eyes. Why don't we just exchange contact information and then I'll move on. I'll be around for several months. There will always be time to catch each other up."
Dylan nods his head. Tommy goes about getting contact information. "We're going to be away for close to three weeks. Dylan can get in touch with you when we get back home. Thank you for keeping it brief now. There's a lot going on for us right now, . . "
"there sure is," interrupts Dylan. "So I promise I'll give you a call when we're back in town, Uncle Charlie. I look forward to getting to know you better. When we get back."
Tommy is squinting. Something isn't adding up here. But no harm done. When Charlie leaves, Tommy goes back to his seat and then orders a coffee for himself and a hot chocolate for Dylan.
"Me wants coffee," says dylan, and Tommy shakes his head `no'. "You'll take what I give you, little boy, and be happy with it." dylan makes a sulky face but then breaks into a smile.
"I don't understand, Dylan. If you have fond memories of this guy, why didn't you let him know we're getting married Saturday?"
"I didn't want to take a chance that the information would get back to the family. I don't know how much I can trust him. Funny thing, wasn't it, that he would show up this week, of all weeks?"
"something isn't sitting right with you, baby."
Dylan smiles at him. "Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I don't want to get involved with anything, not this week. Things are going to get crazy enough. I don't need any craziness from the Sinclairs to spoil our joy."
"Trust your instinct, sweetheart. You really got anxious when he started talking to us. Your body might remember something that your mind has forgotten. I think you were very wise not giving him any information. Good thinking."
"So can I have a reward when we get home," dylan asks coquettishly.
"What do you want for a reward?" asks Tommy.
"A cup of coffee." Tommy guffaws. "Stubborn tyke. I might just take you over my knee while the coffee's brewing."
Tommy settles up the check and they leave.
. . .
TONY
"You're getting upset, boy, and I'm not pleased about it. Don't consider this an emotional issue. If you can't get yourself into a receptive state of mind and stop reacting every time I ask you about this, I'll simply say the hell with it and cancel all your activity and appointments. Stop being so stubborn and stupid that you lose sight of what you're trying to accomplish here with me. Either you're a sub or you're not. Either you're a submissive or you're not. I know you say you want to become a slave, but what kind of a slave do you think gets to make its own mind up about its extra-curricular activities? The question here is about control. Are you or are you not willing to surrender control to me as your Master, or are we just a couple of kinky buddies playing games with each other?
"I want . . ."
"shitty way to begin answering me, boy. try to approach this as the slave you say you want to be."
"This is hard, Master."
" I know it's hard. Would it be easier if I had you bound to a whipping post for this discussion? Maybe a few new welts across your back will help you find the ability to surrender to what I decide about this."
"It's how I support myself."
"It's not a question of supporting yourself. To my mind, you have nothing. Everything comes to you from your Master. Therefore you have no need of an income. And I surely have no need of your bringing income into this household. Or are you afraid to let go of your financial independence?"
Markus gasps. That surely hit a button.
"Why do you need to save up money? Just in case you decide to leave?"
"That makes it sound shitty."
"Sure it does. How am I going to be able to take you seriously as my slave if I know that you're already stuffing away money in case you decide not to play any longer? Or is that all you want? For us to play every now and then?"
"That is not what I want, Master."
"Well then, the matter is simple. I am going to make some decisions about any work you will be doing outside of this house. And my decisions might actually surprise you, slave. After all, if I'm going to allow you to service some clients, I'm going to want to make sure whatever you do will help you become a better slave for me."
Suddenly, Markus seems to come to his senses. He bows to the ground and kisses Tony's feet. "Master, I surrender to this. I will do what you want me to do. Or not do what you don't want me to do. Please, Master, forgive my childish pride that caused me to forget that I need a Master to run my life, because I do I need you to run my life, Master. I need to surrender to what you decide. I will surrender to what you decide."
"Sit up back on your heels. keep your hands behind your back." Markus obeys.
Tony takes the thickest slave collar he has and wraps it around Markus' neck. If forces him to hold his head up as high as possible. Then he takes a couple clothespins and puts them on the slave's nipples.
"The pain will help you remember what you are. Now hear this: I have no interest in hiring you out as an ordinary houseboy. Therefore the majority of the people you've worked for will no longer be able to make use of your services. However, I am interested in the four clients who enjoy seeing you work naked. You will continue with them. As far as they know, you are still being paid to support yourself. However, all that money will go to a charity that I stipulate. No one is to know this. Understand, slave?"
"yes, Master. That makes it easy."
"One of these clients enjoys spanking you before you begin working. So much the better. Let him know that he can discipline you however he wants while you're working. That will be standard for now on. Tommy and dylan will always have you whenever they want. That money will also be turned over to needy people."
"yes, Master."
"Let them continue being generous to you as they feel appropriate. Say nothing about that. Of course, I expect your work for them to be exemplary."
"Certainly, Master. My work is always at a high standard."
"Now as for future work, I have two things in mind. First, I'll let it be known that you are for hire as a nude houseboy and they can use punishment if they want to."
"Second, once this gets started, I might rent you out as a slave to other Doms and Masters who then can decide whether or not you will provide housekeeping service or only sexual service. I am hiring you out as a whore, slave, and laborer to men I know who are capable of carrying on my standard of training and discipline. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, Master. Will there always be safewords?"
"Of course, but God help you if I discover that you're safewording just to get out of things."
"Yes, Master."
"That's enough of this discussion for today. Crawl over here, faggot. I need to piss."
And with each gulp of its Master's piss, this slave slips more deeply into the state of submission it needs.
...
MICHAEL
Michael is in a line at the bank and he can't help thinking that he knows the man in front of him but he can't remember where. After the man concludes his business, he turns around to leave and is suddenly amazed when he looks at him. "Michael? Is this you?" he asks. Now Michael knows which part of his life he's involved with. "Yes, I'm Michael. You look familiar but I can't place you. Have we met before or in public somewhere?"
"We met at the club one night but only vaguely because I was being tied down for a caning."
"Holy shit! Yes, I remember that! What a gorgeous ass you had and when the stripes started appearing, damn I wish I had a video of that. You were wearing a gorgeous collar---it looked like it might have been iron. Do you still wear it from time to time?" They're stepping outside the bank and towards the parking lot. "Come sit with me in my car. I want to know what's going on with you."
"Yes, Sir," says the guy and follows Michael to his car. Michael is very intrigued now. But damn. This man must be at least 15 years older than him, but he still looks hot. So the first question Michael has to ask is about the collar. "It's not a short story," he says to Michael, who starts up the car and says, "I like stories. Especially what happened after you were caned that night you were wearing the collar." Michael starts driving and the man sits there docilly, letting himself be taken.
"The man that caned me that night was my Master," he begins. "He got me when I was 13 and helped me grow up. When I turned 16, he slowly started ordering me to do things and said he thinks I liked it because I always go along with whatever he says. So that's what happened, very slowly. Simple orders: fix my coffee. Subtle orders: "Get used to sleeping naked from now on. It will only feel weird for a couple nights." and then started getting more and more suggestive and sexy. "I want to be able to think of you naked in your bed while I'm going asleep." Then whenever possible, I was to go around dressed only in a pair of black boxer shorts. Touching slowly began in the same vein. He never had sex with me until the night of my 18th birthday and lets say that he taught me a whole bunch of stuff very quickly and I took it all and started behaving how he was coaching me to obey. And it's been like that for about 20 years. When we knew he was dying, He made arrangements for someone to take off my collar after he died. The very night he died in my arms, a friend of his came over to manage to get my collar off me. He told me that Master wanted to be buried with it. That's what happened. We had many good friends and a good many of them understood immediately when they saw my former slave collar around one of his wrists in the coffin. He left me everything in his will, which was a lot. He also stipulated that when the day comes that I allow another Master to collar me, the remainder of the estate will be donated to a local charity that works with gay teens."
"And so I see that you aren't wearing a collar now, boy."
"Yes, Sir. I've not worn anyone's collar, even temporarily, too often. I'm getting older. I'm a total sub, not even a switch. Many knew us when Master was alive and they've seen us in action many times, so they also know the extent of his subjugation over me just from public scenes at clubs. That's all I get now, most of the time: scenes in clubs. I'm not looking to get owned like I was. If it happens, it happens. But now a faggot sub like me at my age doesn't attract many people. The older Doms can get any kid fresh out of freshman year of college, so why have an old fuck like me? And the younger? Well, it's a very young world sometimes, even within the scene. Also I'm still grieving for Master, but there haven't been many I share my story with. And the fake Doms? Sometimes I play with their heads a bit but if I feel like I'm in any danger, I run for the hills. And absolutely no bondage with those no one in the community is familiar with. I should stop, I've gone on for far too long, Sir, I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time, Sir. I'm sorry for being so selfish, Sir."
Michael nods his head. "I have one question for you, boy."
"What is that, Sir? I'll answer as best I can, Sir."
"how long has it been since you've been comfortable enough to cry for a Master?"
"The last time I cried, Sir, was when I was with Master. I was crying as he was looking into my eyes and dying and I kept crying after that for a very long time."
"No one since him?"
"no, Sir."
"I hear some pain and also disappointment in your answer, boy. My heart goes out to you. To be honest, I've never thought about training someone older than me to be my slave. Nonetheless, I'm intrigued by the possibility of using a slave who has already been well trained by a previous Master. Of course, I hope you realize that every Master has a different idea about how to train a slave and every Master has his own desires that a slave would be trained to satisfy. As for you, slave, your training never comes to an end. There is always more to learn. There are always new protocols to follow. There are always new systems of reward and punishment. It all depends on the Master who decides to give you a chance no matter what you history or what your age."
"You are a wise man, Sir. I've hardly ever had a chance to speak with a Sir the way you are speaking with this needy slave. I've come to understand that I must let go of all my previous training and offer myself as a complete novice to any Sir who might take an interest in me and who might wish to form me to his own liking."
"It's been my experience that control increases step by step as long as the obedience is genuine and not forced." The slave chuckles. "What just made you chuckle, boy? Tell me."
"That you're the first person I've spoken with in a long time who's been able to talk about these things."
Michael pulls up to the house. He turns off the car and then puts one hand on the back of the boy's neck. "I've brought you here so I can experience the quality of your submission, boy."
"This slave understands, Sir, and is grateful for someone like you to obey, Sir."
"I'm going to call you Aspin. Forget all other names you've been called. What is your name, slave?"
"Aspin, Sir. This slave's name is Aspin."
"You've needed this for a very long time, Aspin."
"Yes, Master, very much."
"Well, you know, slave, you need to remember what it was like and how much you want it back. If you do that, things will turn out well for you."
"Yes, Master, remembering is good. I still need to be that slave." and a tear comes out of his eye.
"I can already see, Aspin, that tears make you look very young. But let's get this started. I'm going into the house. You will strip yourself naked here in the car and leave everything behind as you walk up to my door and get on your naked knees and knock on the door. When I open the door you will immediately kiss my feet and keep doing it for as long as I want you to do it. I'm in no rush."
And so it begins. Michael keeps Aspin kissing and sucking his feet while he watches the sunset and only once does he have remind the slave to find new energy to use when it is already bored out of its mind. "You must learn to surrender your critical thoughts and lose yourself completely in what you are doing to please me. It doesn't matter whether you get bored or tired. I don't care about that and neither should you. Haven't you ever been pushed to surrender by your former Master? I don't understand how a slave like you could even register the feeling of boredom. It's about serving your Master, faggot. You're not here to be entertained. You're here to be broken."
Finally Michael turns around and enters the house, snapping his fingers so that slave knows to follow him keeping its face and body close to the ground. "Close the door then get your body down here before me again," orders Michael.
And the games begin. Michael wonders if he can really enjoy training an older slave, but intends to find out. He realizes right from the beginning that things are just so much easier working with a slave who's already been trained by another. It's refreshing not to have to work with an absolute beginner or some curious twink—as has been happening in the past.
"My cousin is being married to his boyfriend this Saturday and you will be coming with me," he informs this new slave. The day before the wedding, he takes it to purchase some new clothing—not that he'll need clothing too often. He picks out what the slave will wear to the wedding where the dress code is "casual and respectable."
On Friday night, the night before Tommy and Dylan's wedding, the slave now known as Aspin cries like a little boy after Michael has given it a long overdue caning. Michael is pleased. What's more, this slave has just realized that Michael might become his Master if he so chooses. Michael holds it in his arms and lets it sleep for the rest of the night. He learns that no matter what a slave's age may be, a slave who cries for its Master is nothing more than a child who has to be taught how to behave in his presence.
END OF CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
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