CHAPTER TWO
Yes, indeed I have a sense that Trick might be well worth my time. Once thing I definitely have to do is give the boy another name, at least until I find out what his legal name is. Yes. I'll give it some thought.
YES!!! The day after our chat, the boy's name came to me in a burst of inspiration: "Lamb."
Lamb.
Perfect name for the kid. Young. Pliable. Vulnerable to predators and therefore needing constant protection. Endearing. Compliant. Docile. Malleable. Once I had the opportunity to pick a young lamb up from the ground and hold it in my arms. It let go completely. Offered no resistance. It was as if it surrendered its own will and gave itself to me. Totally. That's what happened when the boy molded himself against me when he sat on my lap in the lounge that night after he found out just how much a good Dom could make his nipples ache so nicely..
Yes. Gotta change the name. The word "trick" implies that the boy is a slut. This lamb will only belong to me. And when I enter its body it will open because it was meant to be taken by its owner. Okay, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, but this is how I was thinking when the name came to me. Lamb. Oh yes, baby. I can't wait to hold this lamb in my arms again.
And just like a lamb is sheered of its wooly coat, this Lamb will have to be sheered as well. Totally bare in its Master's hands. Sure, the "wool" will grow back. Regular sheering will be part of its life once it's completely in my hands.
Yes. Lamb. That will be its name. At the right time. When at last I get to see the boy naked, standing before me with his arms at his sides, palms turned towards me, eyes lowered, offering himself to me as an object for my inspection. It might be a while before this takes place, but I'm a patient man these days. No need to rush things. Not with this one.
"What were you called back before you ever realized that you enjoyed looking at other boys' dicks?"
"Wow, Sir. The first time I saw one was when I was in 4th grade and peeked at the boy pissing next to me. His was a lot longer than mine and the head of it was like the top of a mushroom. I even remember his name: Anthony Devins. After that I often followed him into the boys' room hoping for a chance to get another look at it."
"Did he ever catch you staring?"
"I don't think so, Sir. At least he never said anything about it. We were only ten years old, after all. Still mostly innocent."
"It doesn't sound to me like you were very innocent at all, boy. You were already a dirty little queer even if you didn't realize it yet. But you haven't answered my question. What did they call you? What did that Anthony Devins call you when he talked to you in class?"
"Um, I never told anyone gay my real name. I always made something up. That's why when that Dom called me Trick, I just stayed with it that night."
"Well, it's not a good name for you, boy. And I refuse to use it. So I'm asking you again: what is your real name. What did your parents name you? What did the boys in 4th grade call you?"
He hesitates yet again.
"I guess this isn't a good time for us to chat." I logged out of Telegram and stayed off it for three days after that. I needed to make it clear that I expect to be answered when I ask a question. He needed to learn that there would be consequences if he held himself back from me.
I wasn't sacrificing anything to stay off-line. I was away for a few days at a work conference in Atlanta. I was pretty busy in meetings all day but also I found something—someone to keep me busy at night as well. Much to my surprise, It was a lot easier than I expected to find someone to play with, Right there in my own hotel. But you already know all about that, so I won't repeat it here. Let's move on.
While I was away, "Trick" left me several message on Telegram, one of which apologized for "disappointing you, Sir." Perfect.
I responded the night after I got home. "Sorry to have disappeared. I've been away and very busy since our last chat. So anywhere, boy, where were we?"
"Um...you asked me my real name." I hear him take a deep breath. " It's Donovan. Please don't tell anybody else. I'm very shy and never told another gay man before you."
"Well then I applaud your breakthrough and promise you that nothing between us will ever be shared elsewhere." (that is, until I decided to write all about this)
"Thank you, Sir, and I'm sorry again for hesitating to answer your question when you first asked me."
"The best way of apologizing is by making sure you answer my questions promptly and truthfully. Understand me, boy? Or should I use your real name? Your call."
"Whatever you prefer, Sir."
"I've decided what name I'm going to give you instead of Trick. I'll just call you boy or Donovan until I tell you what it is."
"Wow. You were thinking about me, really?"
"Of course. I told you I decided I haven't overestimated you. I've been giving a lot of thought to how to proceed with you, boy."
"Uh-oh" he says, then chuckles nervously. "Well, Sir, what name to you want to give me?"
"It's a perfect name for you. However, I've also decided I'm not going to name you until something meaningful happens."
"Meaningful? Meaning what, Sir?"
"Meaning that you've proved yourself worthy of the name I've chosen for you."
"And how may I prove myself worthy, Sir if I don't know the name you've chosen for me? Sorry to be asking so many questions."
"Never apologize for asking questions. I want you to know. I want you to understand. I tend to be quite the mentor most of the time, so I'm always happy to answer questions that are polite and respectful."
"So, Sir, about proving myself worthy?
"Oh yes. This is the way it will play itself out. I will give you the name I've chosen for you when you are at my place, standing before me, stark naked, arms at your side, palms facing me, ready to be inspected like a valuable object I'm thinking of purchasing, figuratively, of course. Like a slave on the market I'm thinking of owning. Then you'll have proven to me that you are indeed worthy of the name I have for you."
Silence.
Silence.
"I find it terribly embarrassing to be naked in front of another man. I don't even get naked at the gym but always shower back at home."
"Thank you for telling me that. Then it will be especially, um . . .meaningful when I gaze on your naked body watching you blush in embarrassment and shame. But I'm a patient man, boy. There's no rush at all."
Silence.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you for being patient, Sir."
"Never be with any man who can't be patient with you, boy."
"Understand, Sir. I promise I won't."
"Tell me, boy, do you still belong to a gym? Go often?"
"Yes, Sir. Three times a week usually."
"Good. Then here is something I want you to start doing. I'll give you an assignment to help you get ready for me. You ready to hear it, Donovan?
"Yes, Sir, please."
"Good boy. From now on, shower at the gym. Strip naked in the locker room then go take your shower. Don't cover yourself with a towel. Don't hide your dick and balls behind your hand. This will be good practice for you. I believe it will help in a number of ways."
"A number of ways, Sir? I don't understand."
"We'll talk about once you start doing it and not until then. Keep me posted of your progress."
"yes, Sir. Will do. . . . . It's gonna be hard but I'll . . . . yes, Sir, I'll try my best."
"That's all any man can ever expect of you, boy. Something tells me that you will always want to try your best for me."
No hesitation this time. "Yes, Sir. I think I will. I don't know why but I do."
This is all going splendidly. Time to stop, though. I wanted to send an email to the guy I met in Atlanta now that we're both back home.
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