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RICK HOWMAN - PART THIRTEEN
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RICK HOWMAN - PART THIRTEEN
Baby considered the situation. Then he remembered a name he had heard Rick Howman speak of: Jason, "So who was this Jason?" "He was another one." "Yeah but what happened to him?" Tony sighed, "Ahh Jason," he said, "and then there was Jason," he sighed. "He was another one, alright. The one that got away." Baby listened. "He was before you. I broke up with him a while back. But he had got too much. But he wasn't to begin with - too much I mean. He was just my type. Very hot and very very servile. Willing to do everything around the house and follow me around and everything. Always wore nice things, sexy things. Always up for it. Always willing. Did as he was told. I used to keep him under the desk while I worked!"
"Big deal," murmured Baby, "That's what I do!"
"Yeah but he wasn't like that when I saw him first time - huge open air thing in Stockwell Park. Huge crowd. Packed with queers of all types. But where we were it was mainly subs and Dom's and gays looking for Dom's and subs, and guys looking for a good time. And he was there wearing an all-in-one-n-one-for-all dungaree-type shorts thing. Nothing underneath - very slutty - so you could see that you were getting this lovely tanned body. Gorgeous legs, just lightly haired, and those camp tan boots all the gays wear to look butch, with short socks. His seat was all blue denim threads so his bum showed through. Very inviting. And so many times I noticed a man just touch him, touch his skin through the sides of his dungarees or slip a hand inside or poke through the holes. He got constant attention from the men around him. But he never gave any signal he was distracted by it - he was laughing and chatting, that's the thing, like nothing was happening and all the while different men just walked up to him and touched his bum through the rips in his shorts - but also he was constantly feeling it, just leaning, marginally, into each hand - beit caress or grope. Or to stroke his hair, it was close-cropped blonde, they would cup his head and like smooth their hands over it like they were sampling the goods, testing them to see how he might respond and basically just to feel him like you stroke an animal like a horse or a pet, comforting like that. He had a drink with a straw and that was provocative too, the way he continually sucked on it drawing this pink liquid - the straw was translucent - up to his lips then letting it fall again. Oh he knew. He knew who wanted him. And I did too, I wanted him, but I wasn't willing to go through all the hoops and games and rigmarole. I wanted him to beg me for it; not the other way round. I wanted him to drop his shorts and bend over when I told him - not when I asked. I watched him for a bit, you know, assessing the situation, trying to figure out if he would be suitable. When I saw how other men treated him I realised he was not only already broken in; he was on the slide to being a complete pig. But he was still so attractive and lovely, I thought, I can stop that complete destruction of a beautiful thing. I can make him my rescue dog and halt the decline - rather, arrest it and direct it so that he won't just get used up but I'll use all the enjoyment of him. I just didn't want it all to go to waste. I wanted him to give everything, all of it, all his potential, to me so I could use it to my benefit. I just knew from the way he responded to the hands of passing men, how he pressed back to them when they touched him, he was totally into being the source of pleasure for other men. He wanted it but what I wanted was to have him completely, his servile and sexual devotion. That's what I want from a man. I deserve to be the owner of a devoted slave."
"So what happened?"
"What happened is as usual all I had to do was let him have an idea of what I had on offer. The moment he saw it was huge he gave me his full attention and he was sucking his little straw like there was no tomorrow. Yeah, he had been talking to one of his doms, some guy who was drooling over him, and I just stood near them, in the crowd, and I was behind the dom - he wasn't much of a dom, he was pretty short with a comic Mohawk haircut. I stood there, and looked at him over the dom's head. He noticed that. Eye contact. Then I turned round and casually turned so the profile of it in my trouser stuck out and that was it. I didn't look at his mini-dom again. He just made some non-excuse, ambled past the poor dom, straw in his mouth, and up to me and said, hi. He basically didn't look at me either, he just looked at my leg. So that's how." Baby nodded. "I let him think about it for a bit and then brought him back here and he moved in." "That was quick," said Baby, thinking how much it mirrored his own arrival and gradually dawning that he, Baby, was really just Tony's 'Jason 2.0'.
"Yeah, I said, D'ye want to? That's the only time in the whole relationship I ever asked his consent. I just said, Do you want it? Do you want to? And he sucked on his little pink straw and nodded. So I said, Say it. So he said, 'Yes, I want it!' - like, Yes Dad! And I said, 'Ok. That's that.' He just followed me back to the car. We drove back. I let him know it was over as far as his independent slutty existence went. He was done. He loved it. And you know why don't you?" "Because of your cock." "My cock. That's all he could think of. He wasn't behaving rationally. He just wanted big fat dick - and so much that everything else went out of the window. Proves my point." 'As if it needed further evidence,' thought Baby. "So what went wrong?" asked Baby. "Nothing, far as I'm concerned. I was ready for something a bit, more regular. A bit more dependable. I still did what I want. I always do. But I had this regular home-based eager boring day-to-day hole I needed - and also I needed something I could use to have around when guests ... and so on, if they needed to, or just to hold a tray! I could impress guests with his sluttishly good looks plus his docile obedient humility. And I must say they were impressed. Rick was impressed. He wanted Jason. He really wanted Jason, but everybody did. The offers I had to sell him or rent him out, or exchange him or lend him in return for certain business arrangements." "And did you?" "Did I what?" "Did you rent him out?" "I used him. I treated him like.shit. I did what I wanted with him. I made use of his body and his mind. I took what I wanted and gave away what I wanted to give away. I did what I like. I always have. That's how I've been. I do what I do and he ... he behaved well. He fulfilled my expectations. I was satisfied with the arrangement. I never asked him for anything he didn't want to give. Just so happens, what he wanted to give fitted my expectations. I was never disappointed." "So what went wrong?" asked Baby, again. "Oh I don't know," said Tony "One day he was gone." "What, gone?" "He just left without a word. Pastures new." "How was that? He was happy wasn't he?" "His loss was my gain. I'd had a period out of the loop, only tricking when he wasn't ... you know; for a change. So I caught up on that; and then you. So that was that." "You ARE kidding right? People don't just you know walk out on comfort and a lifestyle if they arent, you know, if they don't need to for some reason." "I guess there was a reason." "And you let him walk out?" "I'm not a criminal. I don't keep people against their will. I can't keep a guy chained up and like imprisoned like that. It's wrong, for a start and apart from that, its illegal!"
Tony continued, "You've got to understand. If you want to be a good slave and really get as much from it is you can. You've got to understand what it is for a man like me to totally own something, the satisfaction you can give a man like me by being totally subservient to his wishes and his needs and his desires. Whatever he wants, your best course is always to make sure he gets it: Anticipate. Subordinate. Fantasise - about what he might like and completely ignore your own needs and sufferings in order to provide him with that fantasy. That is the only way you will ever achieve your own real true happiness. Do you understand?" "Yes. Sir." "You don't understand, but that's ok. You don't need to understand - I'm looking after it."
Baby asked himself, 'Do I understand?' But he did not know the answer. He asked, "Is there a sense in which the top is the one with the hard job?" "No I don't think so." "Like all the sub has to do is open her legs?" "Is that what you think?" "My job's easy The top has to be all hard for it and -" "It's your job to keep it hard,Tony interrupted. "Yeah I know but like you have to do all the thinking all the decision making all the planning and coping." "I do that easily. That's my natural way." "Yeah but you have to do it all the time." "Like I say. Leave it to me to do what has to be done and focus on giving me the attention and respect I expect, or even what I don't expect. Impress me. Show me what you are capable off. Let me see how good you are." Baby gulped at the challenge and felt sweat rise from his skin. He knew he was already doing his best to serve. "I'm doing everything I can!" he protested. "You're flying at half mast," said Tony. "Think I can't see that? You do what you have to to get fuck. You're all the same, these guys with great bodies, working out and shaving their arse hair, posing for profile selfies. You ever take one of those shots of your arse? Yeah, all have. You work out and exercise and stretch and lift and all that just so as you can get a fuck. I see a beautiful guy with all the development and pumped and lean-percent body fat, skin like velvet and eyes that melt, and I know all he needs is cock, all he wants and all he's out to get us to get fucked - that's the only reason he does it. You present yourself, learn all the slave stuff and get all the obedience badges but in the end, you satisfy yourself; for you, you're the only guy in the room. You're so fucking typical. I mean, ok you let me use you and you take whatever kinds of abuse but all you really want's one thing and that's the deal as far as you're concerned. You're like all the rest. You aren't real. You want my cock - and don't get me wrong, that's a start; I can use that mentality - but you aren't really giving me anything. All you're doing is bartering your self for my dick. It's a deal, as far as you're concerned!"
Baby was shocked and felt his skin turn red. "Is that what Jason did?" he demanded.
"I KICKED JASON OUT ON HIS ARSE!!" Tony shouted at last, "because all he ever wanted was all he wanted. Never what I wanted. Never. No man. NO man has. EVER!! GIVEN. ME. WHAT I !!! WANTED. Not you. Not fucking Jason. Not anyone. The only guy who ... ever ..." But Tony's voice trailed off as he tried to compose himself. "Yeah, I realised you was Jason. Yeah. You are a lot like Jason. I didn't see it at first. Or perhaps, I did, guess it, but thought - oh who the hell cares?" He fell silent.
Baby watched his face. Tony was struggling with emotions Baby had never seen in him before. Eventually Tony seemed close to breaking down, deep in thought, struggling to master himself. "Please Sir let me serve you Sir," Baby said. But Tony didn't answer him. "Please Sir ..." He waited. "Please Sir?" No response. "Please Sir. Sorry Sir." Tony just stared straight ahead, tears filling his eyes and silently shaking, either with sorrow or with rage, Baby couldn't tell. "What are you thinking about? Tony? Can I help?" Tony did not reply, then he inhaled deeply. "What are you thinking about?" asked Baby. Tony stared into the distance and sighed. "I'm thinking..." he said at last, "about the Arctic seal."
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END OF RICK HOWMAN - PART THIRTEEN