ELEVEN
He cuddles with me once we get home, him clothed and me naked. He has me on my back while he's on his side looking down on me. "Take hold of your nipples and roll them between your fingers. Make them stand up more. Keep doing it and tell me when they start to get a little sore."
Once again he has me doing something I've never done before. Wow. It seems they're hot-wired to my dick because I get hard almost immediately. He sees it and taps it a little with his own fingers. "Roll them and pull them now. Work them for me. I want them sore when you get home so you'll keep remembering me."
As soon as he can see a sign of pain in my face he moves my hands away and takes hold of them himself and works them harder. He gets them real sore and I'm completely turned on and breathing heavy. He puts his mouth to mine and drools into my mouth. I suck his mouth the way he taught me to and he gives me a lot to drink. "that's a good boy, drinking me," he says when he pulls away. Damn he keeps at my nipples and I actually start to whine. "Yes," he says, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. "Yes, boy. Hurt for me."
Wow. Hurt for him? For some wild and unexplainable reason, I want this. I want what he's doing to me. I want my nipples to be sore. Despite the pain, there's something about all this that's hard to explain. I want it. Even when he makes me cry out. Right away he gives me more spit to drink and I swear to God, it's a drink I'm getting to like. It's like some strange sort of drug. Weird as fuck.
Danny gets off the bed and strips. Once he's nude he orders me to get down on the floor on my knees and kiss his feet. "Don't forget this, Gavin. You kiss my feet because you understand what you are and who I am. You kiss my feet because it's the right thing for you to do. You kiss my feet to show me how much you honor and respect me, how much you understand that I'm your Master."
First time he's used the M word. I was thinking it before he ever said it, so here we go!
"Okay, boy. I know that YOU understand what this is all about. Now be a good boy and lick my balls. Put them in your mouth."
Shit. They're pissy again, not too badly, but enough to make me want to object. But no! He knows what's happening. I don't care about what they smell like now. I just stick out my tongue and start licking him. They taste salty and for some queer reason, I like the way they taste. "that's a good boy," he says, and that motivates me to really go to town on them, not caring about anything other than earning his praise.
"Get my pits," he says. "They've been confined in my shirt all day long. Clean them up good now, boy." And I obey him. There's a tiny smell but I don't care. I bury my face in his pits and pay homage to those awesome blondish hairs, first one pit, then I move to the other one when he pushes my head away from his right one. "That's right, Gavin. Clean me up good. Good, good boy, Gavin. That's your job, boy: keeping your Master nice and clean. It's good work for a faggot like you. My faggot. My slave."
OMG, he said it! Then he pushes my shoulders down. Right away I slide myself down until I'm face to face with his hard cock. Without being told I lick up his pre-cum. "YES, faggot! You really know your place, keeping my dick clean. Work that cock, baby. Toy with it. Suck me all the way into your mouth. Swallow me." He puts his hand on the back of my neck and then I just surrender and let him rule over me again. Twice he makes me choke. Just twice. "Suck it hard and fast and tight now, like a good cocksucker. Milk me dry."
He shouts out loud as he spills himself into my mouth. "MY FAGGOT! All mine. Here to serve my dick. Only my dick, Gavin. Don't touch yours now. Don't touch it again until you get home again. Get used to this idea that drinking down my cum is better than jerking yourself off. Feeling my dick in your mouth and down your throat is so much more awesome than just touching yours like a piggy little teenager."
"Get the idea, faggot: you'd rather pleasure my dick than your own. That's how much of a faggot you are, boy. And I'm the one who's teaching you how to worship cock. That's right. Suck the remaining cum from the tip of my dick now, boy, then you're done. Fuck, Gavin, you really are a cock-hungry faggot."
Then, sadly enough, it's time to pack. Or rather, unpack. Danny opens my pack and dumps everything down on the floor. He takes my white bvd's and puts them in the trash. He gives me two pair of the new black ones. "Dump out all your white ones when you get home. All of them."
He puts my t-shirts back in the pack but leaves me only one pair of socks. "You won't need more socks because you're gonna stay barefoot most of the time. And I have something else to give you. He takes a small notebook off his desk, an attractive book with a black leather cover. He hands it to me. "Use this book to have an ongoing conversation with me while you're home. Just put in anything you want to say to me, tell me what you're thinking, what you're feeling. You ever keep a diary before?"
"Yeah. I used to for a while but eventually stopped writing in it."
"Well now you can start again. Unless the only thing you write is that you've decided to put a stop to all this for good. Then I'll stop looking out for you."
Interesting term of phrase: "looking out for me," as if he's some benevolent protector going to make sure I come to no harm. Yeah, right. So being looked after means being told what I can wear, what clothes I can keep. Being looked after means learning to do things to Danny that no self-respecting straight boy would ever even imagine doing. Licking that stink of piss off his balls. Sucking his sweaty armpits? But dammit, I wish I could just stay here and keep doing what he tells me to do, no matter what it is.
When it's time to go home he brings me outside and helps me into the limo. Then he gets in with me. He has a book with him. "Something for me to read on the way home. It's about a boy like you, learning the ropes once his best friend starts bossing him around. I'm hoping it will give me some ideas about how to handle you."
I'm really sad. I have no idea what I'll be facing at home. "I changed my mind about when you'll come back. We'll pick you up Tuesday night instead of Wednesday morning. that way you only have to be home two nights." That makes me glad and he can tell. He reaches out and messes up my hair. Then he pulls up my t-shirt and starts toying with my nipples again until he gets a peep out of me. "Mine, Gavin, mine. Don't forget to play with them when you jerk off." He squeezes the fuck out of them and I'm almost gonna cry.
Then it hits me and I spill out what's on my mind. "Danny, I don't want to be home. I want to be with him. I want to find out what else you're gonna get me to do." Fuck. Between the pain in my nipples and the pain of having to say goodbye I break down and start to cry. I throw my arms around him and cry into his neck.
Danny pulls my shirt back down and strokes my back and even scratches it a little with his finger nails. That makes me giggle for some weird reason. I never realized you can giggle in the midst of a crying fit, but that's what happens.
"It's only for two nights then you'll be back. Then you can give me your answer. Do you want all this to continue or do you want it to stop completely and we'll just be friends? Your choice. All or nothing."
That's the last thing he says to me. He holds me until we get off the highway. Then he wipes my eyes with his handkerchief. "Fuck, Gavin, you're such a baby. Such a little boy. You'll always be a boy when you're with a man like me."
We pull up to the house. "Get it together, baby. You'll do fine. We'll pick you up at 8 Tuesday night. See you then." He gets out then lets me out. My mother is standing in the open doorway so Danny doesn't touch me or do anything else while she's watching. See you soon," he says as he gets back into the limo. I stand there on the sidewalk and watch the limo drive away. Here goes nothing!
She doesn't look pleased, but then again, there's nothing unusual about that. She's never been pleased when it comes to me. Before I even get in the door she starts in on me. "Who the hell are these people and what are they after? This all seems pretty damn fishy to me. We're low class compared to them. They seem to think they can simply lay claim to you as if you're some kind of loser they can remake in their own image. Mark my words, Gavin, you're gonna be sorry if you allow yourself to get sucked into their orbit."
I want to let her know that I'm the one who does the sucking, but I say nothing, just as usual when she starts one of her harangues. I squeeze by her and go right to my room. Right away I take off my sneakers and socks. Standing in my own room barefoot with no one to see it is rather strange, but at the same time it calms me down an awful lot. It's like I'm with Danny just by obeying what he told me to do.
I'd like to tell her that they see something special in me and that's why they've taken such an interest in me. They're all grateful to me for helping Danny with his school work and now they're finding ways to show me their gratitude. Should I tell her that Danny's Daddy had me completely outfitted in the finest clothes I've ever wore, that Danny keeps me naked in his room, that even Danny's big brother saw me that way and helped shave all the hair off my privates?
Should I tell her that? Should I tell her how turned on I am just be knowing that I'm bare where most guys my age have hair, and that I'm bare because that's the way Danny wants me to be? Should I tell her that Danny thinks I'm so special that he pissed on me in the shower and then washed it all off me? Or that I'm getting used to the taste of Danny's semen, to his pissy balls, to his armpits? That he's calling himself my Master? No: I'd better keep my mouth shut.
Silence.
I got off easy if that's all the lecturing she's gonna do. Just for the hell of it, I strip naked then sit at my desk and take the journal out of my backpack. I put a towel on my desk chair—the way Danny showed me when I'm bare-assed—and made my first entry:
*"Mother is suspicious. She thinks you're all laying claim to me to remake me in your own image. So what? You have the right to do that because you are the only one who's ever taught me my true nature, so if all this is true, then so be it. I got naked, Danny. It makes me feel like I'm with you in some way, that somehow you'll keep me safe. Danny, I'm frightened. I'm not looking forward to what I'll be facing here at home. Hope Tuesday comes quickly."
There's a knock on my door. "Gavin, I'd like a word please." Shit. I ran to get my robe and it on. I opened the door. "I'm just about to get in the shower, Dad."
"Well, son, how'd you like to go out for some pizza? Just you and me?" YES!!!!! He can tell from the smile on my face how relieved I am.
"I'd love it, Dad. I'll just throw my clothes on right away. I can shower after supper. I'll be downstairs in a jiffy, Dad."
And that's what I did. I can't really believe what my father had to tell me tonight.
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