SIX
Danny's still on the bed. He reaches out to pat my head and run his fingers through my hair (turn-on!!!) while I'm still kneeling there. "Danny, I really really need to go piss," I say, practically begging.
"So do I," he says, and gets out of bed. "Come on, boy let's go piss." I rush into stand at the bowl but Danny calls out "Wait!" Damn, come on, man!
"I want you to sit to piss. Sit down, spread your legs very wide . . . that's good. Now you can piss."
Right away I do so. "Keep those legs spread wide," Danny repeats and all of sudden he's pissing too, right between my open legs, and now we're both pissing into the bowl. A couple times, Danny loses his aim. He peed a tiny bit on my leg and some more into my pubes and it's the grossest thing that's ever happened.
"hey, watch it, man. You're pissing on me!"
"sorry," he says, and aims better with a look on his face that says he knew exactly what he was doing. It's all better until the end. I finish first with Danny a little later, and then there are just a couple drops of piss on the end of his dick so he shakes it and dammit! The drops land on my chest!!!!
"Sorry again, but it doesn't matter. We'll wash it off right away. Come on, let's shower together."
I think I mentioned before that it's a really big shower and jets of water come from a couple different places, so I'm quickly covered all over with warm water and Danny's holding two bars of soap and is washing me all over with them with a lot of attention to my pubes because he pissed on them. Damn, this feels so nice. A real reward again, I guess, for not starting a war because he pissed on me. It was only a little bit.
After our showers—this time I have to dry my self---we cook breakfast together, side by side, just like we're two friends, and I'm glad to experience him this way as well, not only as my Master in the bedroom. We make pancakes. He shows me how to measure out enough batter for each one and then when to know to flip them over. At one point, he lays his chin on my shoulder. "You smell so nice for me, baby. I'm gonna have to buy you some of the soap I use so you can always smell nice, even when you're not with me."
Once breakfast is over he leaves me to clean up, and it annoys me that I'm left to do all the work, but then all of a sudden I realize that this is how it's supposed to be, how I'm also his servant, I guess, and this is probably the most disagreeable thing so far, but I don't have the guts to raise a stink about it.
His phone rings. It's his Dad, reminding us of the appointment at the clothing place, I forgot the name already. I'll never forget being there, though. The humiliation never ends. When we get there, Danny gives his name and the proprietor greets him but not me. He hands us off to a good-looking silver-haired man named Jeffrey, who points the way to Danny: "We'll use this room here. It's the largest. So come, bring the boy in here."
"bring the boy" fuck. even here, I'm just "the boy" and not introduced. Jeffrey comes in with us. "So I understand we're outfitting him from the bottom up. Every thing new."
"that's right," says Danny. "the suit should be grey. black briefs. Mine are white. Don't want to get them mixed."
"Well then have him strip down to skivvies and we'll take it from there," says Jeffrey, and he leads the room.
I'm kind of stupefied. Danny can tell. He snaps his fingers in front of my face and I kind of jump. "Okay, Gavin, start stripping. Kick off your sneakers." I do that then pull my shirt up over my head while Danny opens my jeans and gets them down, even pulling off my socks when he gets them off over my feet. I'm left in my "worn" bvd's. In the past, it was never anything to be embarrassed about, but now it is.
Jeffrey comes in with some packages which he lays on a table. He looks me up and down. "Yes, I can see what you mean, Danny." He points to my groin. "Those have got to go."
"Take them off," Danny orders. Now I'm standing here completely naked in front of this man who's probably older than my father but damn he's good looking. And shit, I feel like a little shit the way he looks me over now that I'm stripped all the way.
Jeffry picks up my bvd's and looks in the back. "Yes. Got the size right." He opens a pack and hands me a pair of black briefs that are far more good looking than what I've been wearing. "Put these on," he orders. And so it goes. One thing at a time, right down to the cufflinks, necktie, and dress shoes. It's all boring now that the humiliating component was over. So I won't bore you.
. . . . .
Back at the house, Danny makes me get all dressed up again and takes me to his father for his approval. He's a lot nicer to me than the guy at the store was. At least he speaks to me like I'm not just some kind of thing that Danny's hanging around with. "You look absolutely wonderful, Gavin. Thank you for being so cooperative. I know this must be somewhat embarrassing for you so you're a good sport."
Then he turns to Danny. "Daniel, make sure to do some walking to scuff up the bottoms of those new shoes. I wouldn't want to see you slipping on the floor of the church tomorrow, Gavin," he says with a chuckle. So we leave then and walk around for a while. Spend the next hour looking at boring Saturday morning television. We actually end up watching the cartoons. Danny looks like a little boy when he's watching them and I find myself falling more and more in love with him. Now I'm wearing my new black briefs. Danny got me two packs of 8. This is a lot less embarrassing than standing around in the white ones. We never brought those back. Jeffrey just had them discarded with the trash.
Danny's phone rings. It's a funny ring, more like a buzz. He picks it up. "Let's say, in half an hour? Sure, as long as it's in the shade. I don't want my friend getting a sunburn. They will? Great! Thanks, Matt." He hangs up and turns to me. "We're having lunch soon, outside."
"In the shade," I repeat to him. "thanks." Already I'm picturing myself outside bare-chested. Damn, I'm glad I at least have a chest now thanks to camp. And I know how to handle a dick—let's not forget that. They used to tell me that I got pretty good at it. And now I'm learning to get good at sucking Danny's cock and balls.
Damn! I just realized what I just said. This is the way I'm thinking now—that it's important for me to please Danny, for him to be pleased with me, no matter what that might mean. If he decides he wants me to walk around his home in my underpants, then that's what I'll be doing, just because it pleases him to see me humiliated this way. Just because it please him that I'm accepting my status. I'm clearly subject to him and inferior to him. After all, I'm his personal queer, his personal faggot.
All of a sudden all these very submissive feelings are raging through me, it's as if Danny managed to break open the damn and now it's all coming pouring out. And guess what? I'm settling into my new identity quickly, and it feels good in some strange sort of way.
It's time for lunch. He walks me outside and I'm very uncomfortable, looking around all over the place to see if anyone can see me stripped like this. Danny stops for a minute and puts his hand on the back of my head. "Stop looking around. It doesn't matter if anybody see you stripped. Get rid of that pride on your own before I have to do something about it that you won't like much. Dammit, Gavin, if I had my way, I'd have found a way for you to come to class stripped like this when we were still back in school. Maybe even naked too! Finally I get to see you this way. Don't spoil it for me by making me feel like I'm doing something bad to you. Get used to it, boy: My faggot being displayed as all faggots should be displayed."
Where the hell does he get all this stuff? And does that mean to say that he doesn't think he's queer too? After all he's doing? I mean, another straight guy in our class would never have let a real faggot put his finger on his dick. That would have been disgusting and sick.
It's a nice day and we get to sit in a lovely shaded area on the large patio that ends at the edge of a swimming pool. The table is already set for us. Iced Tea and assorted half-sandwiches of several kinds. No one else was around--things seem to get done around here by ghosts. I'm a lot more relaxed. No one to see me except for Danny and he's openly staring at my bare chest up and down. I know he's doing it so I just slide my chair back a little bit more so he can get a better view of me. I don't know why it makes me feel so good, him possessing me with his eyes.
"I love those nipples, the way they make your pecs stick out. You almost have titties," he starts laughing at his own joke. I'm probably blushing. He does that thing he did earlier, putting his palm on my face and then slapping it a little. Only this time he slaps a lot harder than last time. "Only a little treasure trail," he adds. "Gotta get that taken off."
I hear voices. Donny and Andrew come strolling over, both dressed preppy like Danny and now I feel even more stripped because Danny's brothers get to see me without my clothes on. "Hey there, looking good, guy," Donny says to me with a big smile. Andrew looks a little creeped out by this guy sitting around in his underpants.
"I like the way the black ones look," says Danny. "I think I'll keep him dressed like this all the time."
"Or undressed," quips Andrew in a sarcastic tone. Both his brothers laugh. I don't. I'm not joining this party. Fuck the three of them! Shit! I'm really pissed now. So much so that I get up from the table and storm back into the cottage. I wish I could just go home now.
I'm just starting to cool off enough to realize I just did something very embarrassing, something I'll never live down. Danny comes in after a good long while. He comes to me calmly. "I see you're settling down. That's good. I hit you with too much at once, I know, and I apologize. I want you to know that both my brothers criticized me for overwhelming you. They told me it's not your fault. It's all mine. Get yourself all collected and then come back out to join us. All will be forgiven. If you continue to hide yourself away now, then you'll be punished. You know I'm not kidding, Gavin. Don't put me to the test."
. . or I'll be punished? . . . . . . wtf wtf ...so I have to admit that Danny did handle this a lot better than I thought he would, and I appreciate the fact that he's trying to make me understand that it was his mistake that caused it all. So, I don't want to get punished (!!!!!) so I think I'll head outside right away.
They don't make anything of it but keep up their own conversation about something that happened to one of their cousins until it's time for us to eat. Like I said, there was a big assortment of different small sandwiches. Danny hands me a half-sandwich to eat without even asking me which ones I wanted. "This will be fun," he explains. "I decide what you get to eat." Then he gets a wise idea and adds, "just like I did in the car . . . " and he leaves it like that with the obvious being omitted since his brothers are here.
That sandwich was awful—some kind of fishy stuff. I had to struggle to get it down and then grabbed my glass of tea to wash the taste out of my throat. "You really didn't like that one, did you?" he asks. I shake my head no. He reaches out and slaps me on my knee. "What did I tell you about using words to communicate?" he says, annoyed. "No, I didn't like that one at all. Some kind of fishy stuff." I am acutely aware that both Danny's brothers watched him hit me and heard what he said to me.
"Then try this one," he says, handing me a peanut butter and jelly one. Much better. "I'll eat the fishy ones, as you called it. It's actually caviar, but I guess you commoners don't have expensive tastes. That little piece you had to force down probably costs more than five dollars. Ten maybe."
I figure I have to say something. "Wow" is all I offer. He fills me up with two more ppnj's then something that tastes like cream cheese, although I'm not going to ask what it is. I'll just take whatever he wants me to put in my mouth. (tee hee).
"So how are you enjoying your stay?" Donny asks me. "Although I can't imagine being fitted for clothes was much fun."
"It was interesting, that's for sure. We always bought our clothes in department stores," I said. "Well then welcome to the world of snobs," Donny says, chuckling. "A lot of things get more complicated. That's good that you could see the entire experience as some kind of adventure."
"Danny has always been an adventure for me," I say, surprising myself at my candor. But, of course, after everything else, there really isn't anything I have to hide. Except maybe for sucking his cock and all. When we go back inside after lunch is over, I raise my arms to stretch.
"Keep them up there for a minute," he orders me. He reaches out and pulls on the hairs in my left armpit. "that's gotta go too. I'll have to have Vic shave you."
"Shave me?" I do a double take. "That's right. I don't want any hair on you below your neck. After all, I call you `boy' a lot and boys are bare so that's how I want you. Don't get all bent out of shape about it. I think you'll end up liking it, being bare like a nine-year-old. Maybe I'm wrong, but I'll tell you what: It's gonna happen whether you like it or not. Don't forget, I own you now, faggot. So I'll do whatever I want with you.
"To a point," I answer, trying to claim some dignity even if I have to make jokes to do so. "I mean, I'm not gonna let you pull my teeth out." He laughs a little. I realize I've put my hands down and he never told me I could. I hope that doesn't get me in trouble. There I go again! Thinking like I'm his child. Or his servant. Again, the word `slave' comes to mind. No. Not going there.
He starts talking about school, telling me which of the boys in the class he thinks are queer like me. He starts off with the three most obvious sissies. Damn. Two of them are buddies of mine and I never thought of them as sissies. Never realized it. I just knew they were a lot of fun to make sarcastic jokes with. And then he surprises me with naming two others, guys I think are pretty regular and much more manly than I am.
"I can't believe that about them, Danny. Matt is the best player on the football team."
"Listen," he tells me, "two of his teammates have told me that they catch him staring at the other guys in the showers. Cock-eyed like you, Gavin." I wince at the word. He hasn't used that since I asked him not to. "And George Kent? No way, Danny. No damn way."
"Give him a few years. You'll find out I'm right," says Danny. "I'll even bet on it. Let say seven years. Up until he's 25. If I turn out to be wrong, I'll suck your dick but only that one time. So what will you do for me when we find out old Georgie turns out to be queer and I'm right?" "Um. . . .anything you want me to do?"
"Fair enough," he says. "Now I've got a real treat for you. Put your jeans on. You can just be barechested and barefoot now. After all , my brothers saw more of you at lunch."
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