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The House Boy's Summer Chapter 3: Dan The Man Part 2 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
Just then the slam of the front door reverberated through the house, "Hello?" called a deep voice from the front hall, "You guys inside?"
"We're in the kitchen," Chris called out, which was followed by the sound of shoes coming towards us.
Dan was a tall guy, definitely at least two or three inches taller than Chris, but he didn't quite reach six feet. A varsity lacrosse player, he made up in muscle and weight anything he may have lacked in height. He always liked to dress with an obnoxiously crooked baseball cap and polo shirt. Today he was wearing a red cap that he had pushed a few inches off his sandy haired head, and a green shirt with a white collar. He strutted into the room staring at his cell phone, as if he was the most important person in the world.
"What's up gay boys?" He said stupidly, clearly more engrossed in his texting than he was in his current location.
"Not much," Chris replied, "How's the girl?"
"She's good," Dan said, finally finishing on his cell phone and looking up at the two of us, "her parents are fully satisfied with my present-ability." Chris had warned me not to be too forward with Dan, so I kept my comments about hoping that he hadn't worn his hat to myself. "How are you doing Aaron?" He asked me, "Ready to be used and abused this summer?"
"I hope not abused sir," I said, making sure to sit up straight and respectfully.
Dan waived off my comment, "Of course, I wasn't being serious." He smiled, "I like the 'sir', by the way." He grabbed the chair at the head of the table where Chris had laid out his plate, splaying himself across it with legs wide as he sat down. "Mike wanted me to tell you that him and Sean are going to be here around 1:30, but are probably just going to eat and then grab some alone time until dinner."
Chris chuckled, "Do those two ever stop?"
Dan rolled his eyes, "Not as far as I can tell."
"Um," I began, but caught a twinkle of danger in Dan's eye, "Sirs," I added for good measure, bowing my head timidly and looking down at my food, "do my brother and Mike have sex?"
"Yes," Dan actually started laughing, "and they were so sure your whole family knew."
I shook my head, "No sir. We all know they're dating, even though they haven't officially announced it, but I don't think my parents know that they're having sex."
Dan shrugged, "Your brother will be happy to hear that."
"Now that you're here," Chris interjected, "maybe we should go over your ground rules?" He looked to Dan, indicating that this was something that they had previously discussed without me.
"Is he ready?" Dan cocked a skeptical eyebrow, "I figured I'd need to lead a session first before giving him any instructions."
Chris just shook his head, "Nah, I don't think it matters if you're going to be telling him stuff to consciously remember." Chris smiled at me with a semi-proud look on his face, "Aaron tries his best no matter what, and we can always reinforce it all later if need be."
I smiled back at Chris and felt it best to reassure Dan with a, "Yes sir, I'll try to be as accommodating as possible."
"If you say so," Dan didn't seem convinced, "are you really that much of a natural follower?"
I smiled, "No sir, not exactly, but for this summer I'm going to try to be."
"He's addicted to sex," Chris clarified, "at least for the moment, he'll try to do anything if it means getting off."
Dan just snorted, "Well," he pointed at me, "I'm not actually interested in you getting off. I'm straight, after all."
"No sir," I hesitated, "I mean, yes sir?" I looked to Chris for some help on this, but he just shrugged.
"Yeah," Dan continued, as if he couldn't see my trepidation, "I'm glad you've already picked up on the impersonal thing.
I cocked an eyebrow, not exactly sure what he meant, "Sir?" I asked.
"That," He pointed to me as if I had just got it, "the sir and master thing. I'm straight, so if you were always calling me 'Dan' I'd feel like we were too personal; like I was leading you on." He sighed, but since I was already doing what he wanted I didn't feel the need to confirm, "Also, I hate to say this, but I kind of am going to try and think of you as a little lesser-than. That way I won't feel so gay when you're always looking like, well..." he waved his hand across me, "That." I looked down at my nearly naked self, having almost forgotten that I was indeed wearing just a tight little speedo, while the other two guys at the table were more or less fully clothed.
"Yes sir," I said, taking note of my well crafted chest with my own eyes, "I understand completely."
"Good," Dan's phone buzzed again, so he took a moment to look at its screen, "Mike," he rolled his eyes at the phone, "no one cares." He put the phone back down without responding to whatever it was that Mike had said.
"Can I see?" Asked Chris, to which Dan just shrugged, pushing him the phone across the table.
"Anyway," Dan said, fixing his gaze back on me, "my ground rules are really just a variation on that dichotomy, like how you're Aaron but I'm Master."
"Actually," Chris interrupted, putting the phone back on the table and also turning his gaze upon me, "I agreed he could use our names after Master."
"Master Dan?" Dan repeated out loud, clearly testing the sound of it, "that seems alright," he looked at me, "but not when we're alone, if it's just you and me in the room I'm 'Master', okay?"
I nodded, "Yes Master Dan."
Dan laughed and looked to Chris for support on the joke, "Well, it sounds good when he says it, doesn't it?"
Chris just rolled his eyes, "So basically," he said to me, "the ground rules with Dan are that you always have to keep your dick covered when you're servicing him."
"And no touching," Dan added, "with any luck you'll just be a mouth, not a real person that I have to foreplay with." I was hesitant to agree to this, but found myself slowly nodding anyway.
"For now," Chris continued, "the only thing you'll be doing with Dan is blow jobs, though we'll see how things go as the summer progresses."
"Yes sir," I acknowledged the instructions, looking at Dan and then adding for good measure, "to even see Master Dan's dick would be quite a privilege."
"Damn right it would be," Dan agreed, "for anyone, especially a gay guy." He laughed at this, and Chris smiled, but I wasn't sure what to do so I simply finished off the last of my breakfast.
"So," Chris said, giving me the once over, "you ready to do another hypnosis?"
I actually smiled at this, "Yes sir, does that mean I get to watch more porn?"
"Yep," Dan banged on the table, "porn I picked, actually."
"It's a video your brother tried to use on Dan," Chris explained, "but with different subliminal messages attached to it."
Dan chuckled, "To be fair, he only tried two gay ones on me, this is just the one with hotter guys."
"Do you want to eat when we're done with the active portion?" Chris said to Dan, though I wasn't exactly sure what he meant by 'active portion'. "I have you set up in the living room, if that's alright."
"Fine with me," Dan replied, sitting up in his chair. "Aaron," He looked meaningfully at me, pointing his thumb over his shoulder towards the living room, "you ready for gay hypnosis by a straight guy?"
"Yes sir, Master Dan," I said perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but I hadn't jerked off that morning so the prospect of porn - even hypno porn - was pretty exciting. I pushed out my chair to stand up, even though I hadn't been asked to do so, but after eating I felt reenergized and ready to go.
"Chris," Dan gave an exasperated sigh, "look at that speedo."
Chris just grinned, pushing his chair out and following my lead, "I like it, you should see him in the jock strap."
"At least if he's wearing a cup I can't literally see his package," Dan disagreed as we walked towards the living room, "seeing him like that every day will take some getting used to."
"Well, his clothes will be here whenever Sean arrives, so if you want to dress him in the future, you can."
"No," Dan held up a defensive hand, "it's fine, I don't want to be the hetero party pooper in a house full of homos."
Chris shrugged, "I mean, it's just me and Mike, Sean was on your side when it came to the uniform."
I wanted to hear more about how my uniform was picked out, but Dan and Chris discontinued their conversation as they stepped down the three stairs that led to the living room. It was a large, semi-circular room that had large windows looking out towards the front yard, although Chris's parents had covered this with a translucent white curtain so no passers-by could see inside but sunlight was still streaming through. On the side of the room adjacent to the windows was the television, which sat in front of a black L shaped couch.
"Take a seat in front of the TV," Chris told me, pointing to a spot in the center as he vaulted the side of the couch and laid down facing away from the TV. He grabbed a touch pad control for the system and started to power up all the electronics. "This video is kind of intense so me and Dan aren't going to watch it." That statement made my heart increase its pace a little as I too jumped over the couch and took my place directly in front of the television. I had definitely watched some of the movies by myself before, but no one had pointed out that any specific video should be for my eyes only.
"Of course Master Chris," I assured him, hoping he'd think that I had realized this before, "may I ask how long the video is?"
"There's two videos lasting nearly an hour in total," Dan replied, sitting down in an easy chair that usually faced towards the television but was now facing slightly away, "I'm only going to work with you for the first video, which is twenty, twenty-five minutes. The second video is reinforcement that Chris picked out."
I nodded to show that I understood, "I'm ready sir."
Dan smiled a knowing smile and nodded towards Chris, who I could see click a few buttons out of the corner of my eye before the screen ahead of me sprang to life. The first movie began in a locker room. A young guy, probably college age, was sitting on a bench, nervously looking around to see if anyone else was there. Assuring himself that he was alone, he reached forward and opened a locker, putting his hand inside and bringing back a large jock strap. He cautiously looked around again, just to be sure, before bringing the pouch of the jock strap to his nose and taking a long slow sniff of the fabric. He seemed to like this, as he started rubbing himself through his mesh gym shorts, continuing to inhale deeply through his nose as he did so.
I wasn't on any drugs or alcohol at the moment, but the video still immediately managed to make my head feel fuzzy. It was mesmerizing, and I was kind of irritated when Dan asked, "Are you watching the video?" His deep voice carrying over the sound of the jock sniffer's deep breathes.
"Yeah," I replied grumpily, as if he had just woken me up from a nap.
"Cum sucker, cock bucket," He said the trigger words that Chris had taught me the night before. I sat back against the couch, definitely feeling the words' relaxing effects, but trying to fight the urge to close my eyes and go back to sleep.
Fortunately the porn was already getting more eventful, as another young college age guy walked into the room. He was dressed in nothing but a towel, which was wrapped around his waist, but his skin was still wet like he hadn't bothered to use it. Clearly he was heading back from the showers, which made the jock sniffer look like an idiot for not expecting his eminent return. "Breath deeply in and out," Dan instructed just as the guy in the towel was catching the jock sniffer doing just that.
"Dude, what the fuck!" The guy in the towel demanded, grabbing the sides of his muscular stomach with his hands, "Are you sniffing my jock?"
"Cum sucker, cock bucket," Dan said again, though this time the words were too powerful for me to stay conscious. I immediately closed my eyes, feeling that keeping them open was just too much of a nuisance, "Keep your eyes open," Dan commanded, and I reluctantly forced them to look back at the screen, though they sort of glazed over the video in front of me. The jock sniffer was now sucking on the cock of his accuser, showing that it hadn't taken long for him to get exactly what he was looking for. "Keep watching the video," Dan explained, "but don't think about it. Focus on the sound of my voice. Cum sucker cock bucket."
I nearly died when he said those words. After his command my eyes were totally glued to the television screen, but all I could think about was what Dan was telling me. "I'm focusing on your voice," I told him, "please keep talking." My head was beginning to feel empty, and I didn't really like it, as long as he kept talking I had something to think about, to focus on.
"That's good," Dan said in a reassuring tone, "focus on my voice and watch the movie, you're very relaxed."
I agreed, "So relaxed."
"Cum sucker, cock bucket." Dan reiterated, causing me to physically groan, "Aaron, I want you to think back to when you were twelve years old. I want you to imagine that you're in the locker room with Henry, can you remember Henry?"
Remember Henry, how could I forget? The vivid dream from last night came rushing back into my head, filling the emptiness with detailed memories of the locker room. It was like I was there again. I could smell the damp mixture of body odor and deodorant that was carried through the air by poorly ventilated steam from the showers. I could see the tall blue locker rows around me, and sat up straight like my ass was connecting only with the small, hard wooden bench. I was facing towards my locker, the middle one in a column of three and watching Henry out of the corner of my eye. He was standing in front of his locker, in his green long sleeved shirt and tight blue jeans, which he was only brave enough to wear because he wasn't from the States. He had just opened his locker and was about to start undressing.
"Cum sucker cock bucket. Aaron, do you remember Henry?"
"Yes," I gasped, feeling more relaxed than I had ever thought possible, "I'm dreaming about him right now."
"Dreaming?" Dan asked in a confused tone, but only skipped a single beat before managing to continue, "That's very good Aaron, except you're not dreaming, you're there in the locker room. You're in the locker room with Henry, but Henry has his clothes on right now."
"Yes," I sighed, wishing that this wasn't the case, "He's wearing jeans and a long sleeved shirt. I want him to take his clothes off."
"He will soon," Dan promised, "but right now he has his clothes on. You two are all alone in the locker room together."
"Alone?" I asked. I looked around the locker room, feeling like I was actually there myself, and noticed that we truly were alone.
"Yes," Dan continued, "you're twelve years old and you're alone in the locker room with Henry."
I smiled, remembering the cute red hair on the top of his head, wondering if he had the audacity to grow the same inside his jeans. "I wish I could see his cock," I told Dan, hoping that he'd make this happen.
"Maybe he'll let you see his cock if you tell him that you're gay," Dan suggested.
This suggestion didn't really sit that well with me, even in my hypnotized state. I felt like I was in the locker room, like I was twelve years old, and I didn't know that I was gay when I was twelve. I frowned, seeing Henry through my hypnotized eyes and simply told Dan, "I don't want to."
"You have to Aaron," Dan insisted, "Cum sucker, cock bucket. It's important to come out to people so they can accept you for who you are."
"I..." I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, knowing that I was going to lose this battle no matter how much I protested, "I can't."
"Cum sucker cock bucket, Aaron." Dan said matter-of-factly, and I agreed that his argument trumped all, "Come out to Henry right now."
"Heh...Henry," I stuttered, incredibly nervous about what I was about to do, "I wanted to tell you..." I couldn't do it, I just couldn't do it.
"Cum sucker cock bucket, say it Aaron."
Tears began to fall down my face as my brain believed that my twelve year old self was telling twelve year old Henry about my homosexuality. "Henry, I'm...uh...I'm gay." I finally said the words, just like Dan wanted me to. I don't know why I was so scared, why I didn't want to tell people. Maybe I wasn't so sure of it myself, certainly not at twelve, but for some reason to hear myself say it out loud reaffirmed that it really was true.
Someone was rubbing my shoulders, "You did a very good job, Aaron, Henry listened to you and he is still taking his pants off to change for gym."
"Yeah," I said, seeing Henry expose a pair of black boxer briefs in my head, "that's really nice of him."
"He doesn't want to show you his cock," Dan informed me, but I was honestly just happy he wasn't freaking out after my declaration - showing me his cock now would've been too much to expect. "But because no one is around," Dan continued, "he is willing to let you sniff his butt through his underpants, would you like that?"
"I don't know," I hesitated, "I've never thought about it before."
"Think about it," Dan demanded, "Cum sucker cock bucket. Do you like to look at other guy's butts?"
I smiled, "Yes, I love to."
"Then you like sniffing their butts. You think it's sexy, being that close to their ass, even though it's also pretty humiliating when they make you sniff it."
I couldn't help but agree, "Yeah, you have to be pretty low to be a butt sniffer."
"And you're not just a butt sniffer," Dan informed me, "you're a fart sniffer, you'd love it if Henry farted right in your face, right when you were taking a big whiff of his butt."
I thought about it for a moment: about how humiliating it'd be to actually sniff a butt, how embarrassed I would feel if a guy farted directly in my face. On the other hand, it'd mean I could be close to another guy's butt, and I guess in a way that in and of itself made it a net turn on. "Yeah," I agreed with Dan, "I'd be kind of turned on if I sniffed a fart."
"You would feel humiliated, but you'd be turned on?" He asked for confirmation.
"Yes," I told him again, "it would be sort of humiliating, but overall I'd like it."
"You're about to sniff Henry's butt, do you want Henry to fart?"
I sighed, "I'd enjoy it either way."
"Henry is wearing underwear," Dan pointed out, "if they're too clean you might not be able to smell his butt unless he farts."
I nodded, "Yeah, I guess I do want him to fart then."
Dan seemed pleased, "When guys are wearing clothes you like to sniff their farts, when they are naked you prefer to sniff just their butt." This made perfect sense to me, and I repeated it back to Dan in full force. "That's very good Aaron," Dan really did seem proud of me, or maybe he was proud of himself, "I'm going to leave you in a few minutes, but I want to go over one more thing about butts, okay?"
"Sure," I shrugged, wishing that Dan's voice would stay forever.
"Don't worry," Dan said softly, recognizing my disappointed tone, "you can listen to the video when I'm gone. But first, don't you think that, in addition to sucking Henry's cock, it'd be nice to lick his ass?"
"Lick his ass?" I asked, not really sure what to think.
"Yes, french kissing it passionately, making it feel good. All good gay bottoms like to lick ass." Dan paused to let this sink in, "You are a good gay bottom, aren't you Aaron?"
I sighed, I had to admit: "I'm trying to be."
"So you must like to lick ass, to french kiss it."
"Yeah," I nodded, feeling that his logic was impeccable, "I guess I do."
"It's pretty humiliating, more humiliating than sniffing farts, but being so up close and personal with another guy's butthole really turns you on."
I agreed, "It is so humiliating, but I get a full hard on from doing it."
"Wonderful Aaron, that's exactly what's supposed to happen. I'm so glad you know that everything we've talked about here is true. I'm going to leave you now, I want you to sit here and watch the video. Listen to it, focus on it, give it all your attention. When it's over, you will count to ten out loud, feeling more and more awake as you do so. When you reach ten you will feel fully awake and the hypnosis will be over, do you understand?"
I nodded in reply, "Yes, when the video ends I will count to ten and then feel fully awake."
"Very good Aaron," Dan said, "Remember, whenever you hear the words 'cum sucker, cock bucket' you will always become very relaxed, twice as relaxed as you are now. I'm leaving you, focus only on the video: on its pictures and sounds. Think deeply about the video, pay very close attention." He didn't say anything else after that. There was probably some shuffling as Chris and Dan got up to leave me, but I barely noticed since I was so focused on the video. The two guys on the screen were fully going at it now, fucking on the locker room bench as if there was nothing else in the world. For me, there really wasn't anything else, there was only them: the top's dick sliding in and out of the bottom's ass - God, how I wanted to lick someone's ass.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Notes:
Sorry for the big delay between this part and the last one. I want to extend a special thanks to everyone that's e-mailed me in the mean time! It's really awesome to know how many people have continued to enjoy Aaron's story even as it drifted down the archive. I can't get back to everyone who's e-mailed me over the past several months, but I do really like hearing from you, so keep sending thoughts, comments, and suggestions to RyanHartBooks@Yahoo.com! Hopefully with a little encouragement from you and concentration from me, we'll be able to see Aaron's summer training through to the end.