- The Moment of Truth
Murph is cracking up laughing about my reaction to what he had told me.
"The reality, Dave, is that I made the whole fucking thing up! Well most of it, anyway. Please don't be pissed at me. Klaus dreamed it up, all the stuff about Germany and flying away, all of it. Then he said he wanted to see how good an actor I was, whether or not I could manage to convince you on the whole tale!"
I swear, I'm ready to hit him! But, at the same time, it sure as hell did turn out to be an interesting story, I've go to say that. "It was the limo that did me, in brat! I was suspending disbelief right up until that, because it made absolutely no sense why or even how he could do something like that after he had you believing you'd just get on his plane!"
"How about the single-tail? Did he really whip you?"
He laughs again. "No. It was just something I inserted into the story myself."
"I guess that means you're about due to get it again." I take my phone and send a text to Rocket.
A quick reply comes through. "Perfect," I say. "Tomorrow. High noon. You and I are taking a ride to Rocket's place. You'll get to see his dungeon. And dance to the tune of his whip. I'm ordering forty lashes. Front and back."
"Now, how about tonight? You up for it or what?"
"Sure, why not? AS long as I'm obviously in the mood to act tonight,, sure! I know I'll pay for it tomorrow but that's just fine. I know you and Rocket will do whatever you think best for me." Murph takes a pose trying to look like a Dom. You know what? It's not bad, not bad at all. Donovan's in for it now. . . .
I won't go into the scene with Murph and Donovan now. I'll leave it until we get to Donovan's story. But there's one thing I want you to know. Murph was expecting to get a blow job out of the deal. But I decided to get back at him Murph for the hoax he pulled on me. "So tell me again, buddy, are you absolutely sure you don't want the boy to suck your cock? Really?"
I think Murph knew what I was doing. "No, Dave, can't say that I do." Well that's surely a mixed message.
And with that Murph lets me know he realizes what my intentions are, to eventually claim this Donovan Lamb for my own. First time in my life, actually. Not only that, but Murph is actually relieved about this. He's been concerned now that we're in our thirties. "You've gotta think things through," he keeps telling me. You're a true slavemaster. You need more stability. Me, I'm just a slub. Rootless until someone claims me, tames me, and seals my fate."
. . . . I'll tell you more about what happened that night when I tell the whole story about Donovan some other time.
After I finally send Donovan home, it's time to go deal with Murph . . . I hit the intercom: "Come in here, please." That's a clear sign that I mean business. I wait to see what he does.
He enters my room, shuts the door and kneels. He's naked and still caged. (I never took it off him because I decided he wasn't going to get his cock sucked.) Collared.
I go to sit on my chair. "Come here." He crawls to me then kneels up and sits back on his heels, legs nicely spread, hands on his thighs, eyes lowered. He knows I have things to say and questions to ask him.
"You did an admirable job pretending to be a Dom, so good that I find myself wondering where all those creative ways of humiliating the boy came from. If I didn't know better, I would have thought your were a rather experienced Dom. I suspect there's something going on here that I'm not aware of. If that's the case, it's time to come clean, boy."
Heavy sighs. Yes. I can sense it. It's time for him to admit to something he's been holding back from me. But first I have to figure out how to deal with this schizo situation. Has he managed to throw off the Dom act so completely that he actually came crawling to me naked and humbled? Or is this just another act? This is rather strange—I mean, Murph is an unusually complex sort, but right now, it looks like he's nothing but an abject slave, begging me to go full-out Master on him so shortly after he had been bossing my boy around the way he was. If that's what's going on, he's going to get what he's begging for—in spades, and with whips!
"So where's your head right now?"
He bends down and starts licking my boots. Really licking them, the way a slave would lick its Master's boots after being a severe whipping as an act of total surrender, so humbled that his only thought is to thank the man who's covered his body with welts. The little fucker knows I know what all this means. He might end up regretting it in the long run. I held back with Donovan because he needs careful handling, so there's a lot of pent up Dom energy in me now that I need to express. Murph is smart enough to know that he's playing with fire right now. He just keeps making love to my boots as if it's the only thing in the world he's worthy to be doing.
So be it. I just watch, silently. I'm sure enough of myself that I don't need to move things along. I can let him have all the time it needs to get himself to the right place. I suspect he's slaving for me tonight because he feels himself somewhat in competition with both Donovan and Julian. Nonetheless, it's not often he gets himself into this state of mind with me, I intend to take full attention to what's going on with him. I also intend to make sure he'll need quite a bit of time to recover from what I plan to do to him tonight since he's desperate to make sure I never lose interest in him.
. Murph sucks the moisture from my boots that are now shining nicely, then he kneels up again and gets back into position as before, eyes glued on my boots that are shining from his spit. I kick his balls with one of those boots. He spreads his legs further apart. I kick a few more times until he breaks at the waist. "Get back up, faggot slave!" He does, his face tight from the pain. He lowers his eyes in surrender. "Thank you, Master."
I look down at him and realize that I'm not looking at my long-standing buddy but rather at a boi who's accepted the fact that his true nature is to become a slave. A slave to any Dom who can snag him, not only to me. We've already worked that out. He'll never be exclusively my slave. That wouldn't be good for either one of us.
He hasn't called me Master the way he just did, not ever before. So I guess this is the moment of truth. I decide to call his bluff
I stand up and pull down my zipper. "I have to piss."
THAT'S ALL FOR NOW
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