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How did I let this happen
Part 1
Thomas and I are and totally out of control. I guess I should say I am out of control and totally under his control. We are both 15 and pretty athletic. I do not know how my best friend Thomas got me into this. But he did and now I am not sure how to get out of it, or even if I want to. Anyway, it does not matter for the next hour, I am completely doing what he says.
"Aaron, go in this room, do not speak, do not sit down until I come get you. It will be about an hour" Thomas instructed me.
I slowly opened the door and walked in. It was dark. I didn't know what to do, but did not have long to wait. There were definitely quite a few people in the room too. I could not see anything but the occasional shadow.
I bumped into someone big and started to say I was sorry. But I remembered my instructions. Say nothing. So I started to step back and go around them. He reached out and caught my arm. I say it was a he because he was strong, not because I could see him. One hand held my arm and the other touched my face, neck, chest, stomach. But I knew that he wouldn't stop there. He finally rubbed across my bulge. That is where he stopped moving. He spun me around slowly and unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants.
But I guess I got way ahead of the story. It all started three weeks ago. School had been out for about a month and Thomas and I were bored and getting on my mom's nerves. She suggested we go up to the old cabin on the back side of our property. She said she would pack enough stuff for us to stay three days.
The next morning, there were two backpacks full of stuff on the kitchen table. I had not been up long when Thomas came in the back door. We both ate a quick breakfast and started to the cabin. It was about a nine mile hike through our woods. I never really thought about it, but I do not know how it was built. There are no roads that go that far back into our property.
As we were hiking, Thomas did his normal thing and started asking questions about everything. And as usual after about ten minutes, he started asking about sex. You know what I mean. Things like How often do you jack off, has your mom ever seen you hard, do you like big tits, etc. All the things that I guess every boy thinks about and compares with their friends.
But this time, the conversation got a little uncomfortable. One of the questions he asked left me speechless. He definitely noticed, because he stopped and turned about to look at me. His question was "Would you ever consider being a slave?" I knew he was not just talking about doing chores and that kind of thing. I knew he meant being a sexual slave. I also knew he meant would I be his slave.
Before I realized it, he had stopped hiking, turned back around and was looking me directly in the eye. I asked him what he meant. He just smiled and knew that I understood his real question. I don't know about that Thomas, It does not sound like something that would be any fun for me. And by the way, I am not gay, so that would make it much harder to do.
Thomas just laughed. Dude, this is not about being gay or not, It is about power. Have you ever been totally at someone's mercy? Not able to do anything and completely depending on them? How about we try it this weekend? I will even make it easy for you. I will be your slave for the first day. Just think about it. You don't have to decide until we get to the cabin. With that, he turned around and started back hiking.