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The Night Bus Chapter Seven
'Please no, sir,' I begged. 'Please, please no.'
'Simon's still not ready to be fagboy out there?' he asked gesturing towards the window.
'No. Please don't do this. I beg you. It will ruin me,' I pleaded.
'I reckon that's been fifteen seconds but I'll be generous and count it as ten,' he said. He showed me as he set a timer on my mobile.
'Please,' I repeated. 'I'll leave. I'll never come back. I'll never bother you again.'
He looked at me contemptuously. 'Your time's half up,' he said. 'Why the fuck do you think you, my property, tellin' me you'll never come back would win me over? Goin' from ownin' you to ownin' nothing sounds like punishment for me, not you.'
'You told me to get out before,' I said. 'And I don't want to never come back. I'd be losing you and I don't want to so it would hurt me a lot. But I can't do this. Please don't do it to me.'
'You begged to stay when I told you to get out. You said you would do anything. Anything, right?' he asked.
'Yes, sir,' I said.
'Tell you what, instead of addin' a second person when this timer goes off in about ten seconds, how about I just pick someone out myself?' he asked.
'NO! Please, sir! Please, Master Charlie!' My eyes began to tear in my panic. My parents were in there. My friends from uni. My flatmates. My colleagues. My chambers clerk who managed my diary and found me work. Solicitors who instructed me for clients. Letting him choose was playing Russian roulette -- did I end my personal life or my career?
The alarm went off. 'JACK!' I shouted. 'Send it to Jack!' I hadn't thought, just spoken. It was purely reflexive, the product of my subconscious mind.
He silenced the alarm, then scrolled through my contacts. 'Jack double-barrel here, I don't doubt. Right?' he asked. I nodded. There was only one Jack to choose. 'Fuckin' predictable,' he said. 'And who's he to you?'
'My ex,' I said. 'We broke up four months ago.'
He looked thoughtful for a moment. 'And how much of this does he know about you?' he asked. 'The faggot part.'
'Nothing directly,' I said. 'Some glimpses, I guess. We never talked about it explicitly. I just did what he wanted. We both liked it that way. He always took the lead when we were together. He always decided where we went, what we did in the bedroom and out. He always fucked me or I sucked him. He never let me touch myself, like you don't. He never got me off either unless he did it inadvertently by fucking me. He tied me up sometimes. Spanked me some, mostly for play; he'd stop when I said it hurt. He pissed on me a few times but I never drank his. I massaged his neck and back when he asked but never his feet.'
He glanced at my cock and raised an eyebrow. 'Have you ever fucked anyone?' he asked.
I shook my head. 'Never wanted to,' I said.
He nodded. 'Yeah, that fits. Who ended it?' he asked.
'He did,' I said.
'That fits, too. Why?' he asked.
My eyes watered again. Why was it so obvious that no-one would want me? 'He never said. He's got someone new now, though,' I said.
'Do you work with him? How often do you see him?' Charlie asked.
'No, he works in government. I saw him last at the party I was coming from the night I met you. That was the first time since he dumped me three months before,' I said.
He pursed his lips for a moment in thought. Then he nodded to his lap. 'Suck it,' he said. He'd got more than half hard again. I moved back between his legs and took his cock in my mouth. It gradually hardened fully as he said what came next.
'I'm gonna be honest with you, fagboy,' he said. 'What you said about ruinin' you fuckin' turned me on. Knowin' I have something so fragile in my hand and I can crush it just by makin' a fist.' I felt his hand stroking the back of my hair soothingly as I suckled. 'I said real power was about acceptin' what was offered, not takin', but I'm not so sure now. I wanna send this fuckin' text so bad. I think I'd cum in your mouth just from hittin' send. But I also think I might be too pissed off and horned up to act in my own self interest. It would be like those arseholes who break their televisions by throwin' shit at 'em because their side loses a football match. I'm serious about ownin' you. I don't mean just for now. That means protectin' you, your value as my property. So I'm wonderin' whether Jack's the right person to send it to.
'But I can't let your misbehaviour go uncorrected,' he went on. 'You deserve three forfeits as I count them: one for your backchat about what you think I can and can't get a girl to do, one for offerin' something you couldn't deliver, and one for thinkin' I'd count lettin' you go as punishin' you. It's one thing if you wanna go but another to think you can get out of your punishment by just runnin' away. That feels like you're tryin' to buy your way out of something by payin' me with my own money.
'So what I'm doin' now', he continued, 'is puttin' Jack's number in my phone and I'm gonna think about this till next weekend. I won't send anything to him or anyone else till then and you're not to contact him directly or indirectly. You're gonna spend the week thinkin' up three things to offer as forfeits. You're gonna write 'em down, put 'em in an envelope, and hand it to me right after you kiss my feet next Saturday. And I'll tell you now we're startin' early next week. You're gonna meet me at the centre at 5.30. Wear gym kit and bring a change. As I own you, it's time I start stampin' you into the mould I want.
'The three forfeits you offer plus sendin' the video make four,' he said. 'You owe me three. If I like any of the three you offer less than I like sendin' the video, I'm gonna scratch the one I like least off your list. That'll only leave two, which means you'll get those two and I send the video. If I like all three on your list better than sendin' the video, I'll take the video out of play and you'll do your three instead. But know this up front, you're gonna do at least two of the three things on your list. That's not negotiable. The only way you get out of them is if you do fuck off forever. But that won't get you out of the video. Nothing will get you out of that except three forfeits I like better. You understand, fagboy?' he asked.
I released his cock and sat back on my heels. 'Can I ask some questions, sir?' I asked. 'I mean I understand what you want, and that's what's going to happen, but so I know the terms of reference for the three forfeits to offer you.'
'Fair enough,' he said. 'But first, turn around and lick all your cum off my carpet before it stains.'
Like the night by the bins, my spunk had shot far and wide. I turned on my knees and crawled to it, stopping to lick up what I saw glistening in the light. He occasionally directed me to dollops I missed. I caught glimpses of him watching my arse as he leisurely wanked himself. When I'd cleaned up all I saw I looked back and he nodded. I crawled back between his legs and sat on my heels.
'Sir, coming here and serving you these past Saturdays and the way you treat me has made me that this is what I'm meant to be and meant to do,' I said. 'I get so hard when you talk about owning me because I feel that being yours is what I've always wanted. But what do you really mean? You say it's not just for now. But Gav told me about your mum, for example. What happens when she comes back? You said you like girls. What happens when you find one who makes you happy? What if you fall in love with her? What if you have kids? Do you toss me in a tip like you said before? Do you pass me on to Gav and Nige or someone else?' I asked.
'First off, Gav needs to shut his fuckin' gob,' he said. 'Second, none of those things has anything to do with this. You don't need to worry about my mum and even if you did, you think she'd be bothered havin' someone who comes round to do the work every week? Same when I find a girl to settle down with. She'd have to understand it goin' in and see her advantage in it. It's like if I had a dog. A loyal, well trained, obedient dog that adored me for being its master and lived for nothing but me strokin' him and tellin' him he's a good boy. She'd know I had a dog and not be bothered by it. And this dog would bring the benefit of doin' the work and doin' whatever she said on top, just as if I'd said it.'
'And not be bothered that you fuck it, sir?' I asked.
'Who says I'd keep fuckin' you?' he said. 'No guaranty I'll keep fuckin' you now is there? But her mouth and cunt would have to be as good as yours to stop me fuckin' you altogether. And I doubt a bird I'd settle on would let me treat her the way I can treat you either. Or that I'd want to. But you'd only care about that anyway if this', he nodded down to his cock, which he still slowly wanking, 'was all you wanted from me. And it's not, is it?' I shook my head.
'But what about tying me up in the airing cupboard?' I asked. He'd kept me hidden that night.
'I'm not gonna be settlin' down with her,' he frowned. 'That's already over.'
'All right, but what if it gets too much for me?' I asked. 'What if I can't do it anymore? What if I change my mind? What if I find someone else?'
'Like I said before, if you wanna go, go,' he said. 'You can fuck off whenever you want. Just don't act like it's something you're doin' for me, like earlier. When I want you to fuck off I'll tell you but I won't stop you goin' if that's what you want. You can still go now. It won't change anything but you can go. You offer your submission and I accept, remember? I'm not gonna beat it out of you. But if you go, you're gone.
'As for the other,' he continued, 'when I say I own you it means no-one else uses you unless I say. You want someone for what you won't get from me -- kisses, cuddles, proper dates -- I don't care so long as it's in your own time and doesn't interfere with when I wanna use you or lend you out. But you tell him up front who and what you are and who you belong to. You make it clear you're not gettin' him off and he's not gettin' you off unless I say. And you're not gettin' yourself off either, by the way. No touchin' your little nub or puttin' anything in your arse unless I say. And if that doesn't work for you, again you can fuck off whenever you want.
'And mark what I say about lendin' you out,' he said. 'There will be more days like today, just not with Gav and Nige till I get Nige sorted out. Maybe more like that night by the bins, too. And I'm figurin', by the way, that you're on the pill as you never whinged about that.' I nodded. I'd started on Prep when Jack dumped me and I'd started hooking up with randoms from apps. 'Anything else?' he asked.
'Just to make sure I understand, I should plan to be here every Saturday going forwards, sir?' I asked.
'You got anything more important than me?' he asked.
'No, sir. I worked on Saturdays but I can do longer nights and Sundays instead.'
'What are your days like now?' he asked. 'I saw your business card in your wallet but what's your actual workin' time, in case I want more than Saturdays?'
'I leave home about seven, head back at seven or eight, and usually work a few more hours there now that the courts have come into term. The days are shorter when they're out -- at Christmas and Easter and the long vac in the summer,' I said. 'Weekends depend on what I've got on and when it came in. I might have four hours, might have six, might have none. I can do it all on Sundays if you want me here Saturdays. I'd rather be with you.'
'More than I expected for a posh job,' he said. 'Might be too much over the long run in fact.'
'I've just started. I'll have more options in a couple of years. It would pay less, though,' I said.
He scowled. 'I care about your time, which is to say my time, not your money. From the way you look and sound, my guess is you don't worry for money anyway.' I shook my head and looked at the floor. Everyone worries for money, I thought, but not like the people who lived here on the estate, not the people who used the food bank at the community centre. And I remembered what Gav had said earlier: all that mattered to my lot were degrees and money and class.
'You done?' he asked.
'Yes, sir. Thank you for your patience,' I said.
'Then get on your back,' he said and pointed to the floor. As I moved into position he knelt between my legs. He took my ankles and folded my hips until my knees met my shoulders. 'Hold your feet,' he said. I interlaced my fingers between my toes as he shuffled forwards.
'Fuck, that looks sore,' he said as he peered down at my exposed hole.
'A faggot should have a sore hole to remind it what it's for,' I said, recalling what he'd told me the morning after we'd met.
He smiled. 'Good faggot,' he said. 'Ask me then.'
'Please fuck me, sir,' I said. He spat on my hole twice before he leant over. Bracing himself on the floor with one hand, he lined up his cock with the other and slid it smoothly inside me. I whimpered.
'You've got plenty inside you once we get goin',' he said referring to his earlier load.
'Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,' I said.
'Open,' he said. I opened my mouth and he took the hand he'd used to hold his cock and put the first three fingers down my throat. It made me gag and he bit his lower lip at the feeling as my hole tightened round him. He removed his fingers and leant farther over, using both hands to brace himself. His face was inches from mine again; I could feel his breath again. I still longed to kiss him. I stared up at him as he held himself still, fully embedded inside me. It was the first time he'd fucked me face-to-face. He was so breathtakingly beautiful, with his blue eyes and unblemished skin, his maize-coloured hair and straw-coloured eyebrows, the studs in his ears, his strong cheekbones and the way his jaw line tapered to his chin. I realised he was staring down at me as well.
'I said no-one would hurt your pretty posh face,' he said quietly. 'It will not happen again.'
I felt a flood of warmth inside my chest and for a moment I couldn't breathe. 'You own me,' I said when it passed. He looked down at me sedately, then spat on my face. I blinked my eyes clear.
'I'm your faggot,' I said. He spat on me again. I opened my mouth wide; he snorted, cleared his throat, and spat into it. I swallowed.
'Please fuck me,' I said. And he did, hard. His thrusts jolted my back on the carpet, the friction burning me. I'd hardly be able to bear wearing a shirt home that night or the following day but what a small price to pay. He told me not to cum again and I didn't. He came, though, and then he collapsed on me. I felt his heart pounding against my chest. 'You own me,' I said again softly.
'Yes, I do,' he said as he caught his breath. When he stirred and slowly withdrew his cock, I lowered my feet to the floor. He moved to one side, shuffled up my torso, and put himself inside my waiting mouth. I sucked and licked him clean, then held him between my lips. He pissed and I swallowed. After he dismounted, I dressed in the kitchen. He was sat on the floor, leaning back against the sofa when I finished and returned to the lounge. He handed my mobile to me.
'Now it's time for you to fuck off for the night,' he said. 'I've got plans with the lads and need to get ready. Choose your forfeits carefully. And don't forget to take out the bin bags when you leave.'
'Yes, sir,' I said before I left, cum leaking from my hole yet again.
[Continued.]