I tried to ascertain what it was about Lee that lead to this strange, even bizarre attraction that existed almost from the moment i first saw him.
I thought back to that day. I had heard a splashing sound from the backyard swimming pool of our new neighbors and looked down from my bedroom window.
Lee was exiting the pool wearing one of those mini bikini suits that i never had the courage to wear. I wasn't gay but i have to say i was impressed..very impressed. I had been to a museum recently and seen a marble statue of one of those greek god's..he could have posed for it. Also his stern oriental features reminded me of a film i had seen,,The King and I
I instantly pictured him in that role as King, but in real life..hands on hips, arrogantly looking down at a groveling house slave and then for some reason i pictured myself as the slave and it was an exciting thought. Those thought's i suppose triggered what was to become a bizarre relationship.
I went down and introduced myself. He was not at all friendly but asked a few question's about the school and the neighborhood. He reclined in a lounge chair and looked me up and down inquisitively as if studying me. I remained standing.
I was ill at ease and actually in awe of him.. it must have shown. "Get me those cigarettes from the table" It was not said as a request..Lee was obviously one of those types that have a personal flunky. Probably had one or more from where he came from and he was testing me..i just knew it.
I didn't hesitate and even flicked the lighter for him.He didn't ask if i wanted one..i didn't smoke anyway. I had opened the door..that simple task started me on the road to total obedience and subservience.
I began hanging around Lee at every opportunity. If i heard him out back by the pool i would go right over even though he was always aloof and unfriendly. His attitude seemed to be that he tolerated me, but there was never even a hint of friendship. In fact i always felt more like a servant than a friend.
If the phone rang inside and no one was home he would casually say, "Bring that out here" Even though he could have just as easily done it himself. When i brought the phone to where he was reclining on a chaise lounge i had the feeling i should have been wearing a white Neru jacket..the classic garb for houseboy's.
One day his mother came out and said,
"Lee i need a few things from the market"
His mother was an oriental beauty. Hair pulled back tight in a bun at the back. Classic perfect features with an hour glass figure. She like her son had an arrogant superior look about her.. a very impressive woman. She and her husband attended to a securities firm they owned and she happened to be at home that day.
"I'll send Rob"
She smiled and said,
"O really, and who was your last slave"
Being referred to as his slave even in so off handed a manner for some reason sent a shiver of excitement through me, especially when my eye's met Lee's and he a had knowing smirk on his face.
What nerve i thought, he hardly knows me and he's treating me like one of the lackeys in the teen community. I"m thinking..i'm a pretty good looking guy, respected and looked up to, going steady with the prom queen, and i'm allowing this newcomer to take over..but why.
Lee said, "He doesn't mind, do you?" He seemed reluctant to use my name, as if it was too familiar..too friendly
"No not at all, i'll go." And then i added, "Whatever Lee say's'
His mother smiled and said, "You may be sorry you said that. Lee can be pretty demanding to his friends at times...in fact he will make you his slave if you let him."
I wondered if she knew how prophetic that would be.