I suspect that few were expecting this story to continue. I apologise to all those who waited, particularly to those who wrote to me, encouraging me to continue. I can assure you that your pleas did NOT fall on deaf ears. One of these kind readers indeed threatened to spank me if I didn't continue (I happened to read that one at work and actually started to wonder whether regular spankings would keep me writing), while another one just told me to just do it in my own time, reassuring me that I wasn't his 'bitch' (who ever said I didn't want to be?)
As always, I read every single email I received and would have loved to reply to all of you. But now that I've finally focussed my attention back on writing, I decided to concentrate more on the story and less on responding to the emails.
There was one enquiring why I didn't clearly specify the setting, i.e. the country it all takes place in. I imagine that my style of writing ought to be sufficiently revealing, but I have my own reasons for not wanting to go beyond that. I could state them all here, but that would end up alienating a large number of people.
There are a number of reasons for the delay, the most relevant one being that I lost the first draft of the latest version to the story, due to not saving it before closing the application. That was almost two years ago now, and it won't happen to me again.
As is the case with many other writers here, your emails honestly DO provide me with a valuable source of motivation to continue. And I'm more than curious to hear your ideas... or what the story does for you. Remember, both positive and negative feedback is welcome. And this time I'll try to respond to the emails.
You may want to re-read the first three parts in order to refresh your memory.
Tom Has His Way, Part 4
Tom had told his parents that he would be going to Hugh's after school. They were more than happy to hear that their son would be spending time with his older cousin.
As Tom was on his way to Hugh's, he wondered to himself why they didn't see each other more often. Was it the age difference? He'd always looked up to his older cousin and seen him as someone he could learn from, but someone he could confide in on issues that were too much for his friends at school, but which he didn't want to share with his parents. He decided that they ought to see each other more often.
When Hugh opened the door to his flat and stepped aside to let Tom in, he was watching his younger cousin carefully, a look of curiosity on his face. His younger cousin had got in touch with him out of the blue and seemed a bit desperate to meet.
Hugh closed the door and stood with his arms folded as Tom kicked his trainers off.
"And you're absolutely sure that nothing's wrong?"
"Wrong isn't the right word," Tom began, looking down at his trainers as he nudged them around with his feet. "I just need to swap ideas with someone."
"With me?" Hugh asked.
"Yeah," Tom said sheepishly. He looked up at his older cousin. "I need some honesty. And some truth. And it has to be someone I trust. I can trust you to keep it all to yourself, right?"
Hugh nodded with a reassuring squint before asking: "Are you in trouble?"
"No!" Tom exclaimed, looking up at him. "Nothing's happened. Really. There's nothing you need to worry about."
Hugh nodded and turned to go into the flat.
"Tea or coffee?" he called out without turning around. "Tea, right?"
"Yeah... please," Tom answered, following him into the kitchen.
"How's school?" Hugh asked as he ran some water into the kettle.
"I reckon I could skip a year," Tom answered nonchalantly. "Maybe even two. At least that would be a bit more challenging."
"Then why don't you?" Hugh asked, looking up from the kettle. "Plenty of others have done it. Get the teachers to test you, get your parents involved..."
Hugh went on, but Tom was suddenly lost in thought. Moving up a year would mean that he would never again have a single class with Will. Tom didn't even want to entertain the thought. And then came the feeling of shock that he was beginning to get used to: why would he rearrange his future around Will? Around being with Will? Will was a boy, for God's sake...
He was torn from his reverie by the fact that Hugh had stopped in mid-sentence. Tom looked up at his older cousin, who was looking at him with a frown on his face. Suddenly the water from the tap overflowed, spilling down the side of the kettle and onto Hugh's hand.
"Shit!" Hugh exclaimed, turning back to turn the tap off. He poured the excess water out of the kettle and held it up to check that the contacts were still dry.
Tom tried not to smile. He really liked Hugh and regretted that he hadn't come to visit him more often.
Hugh grabbed a teatowel and held the kettle up to dry the outside of it. He frowned, wishing that his younger cousin would hurry up and relieve his curiosity.
Tom watched Hugh wiping the outside of the kettle and wondered how to begin. Every time he came up with an opening sentence in his mind, he quickly discarded it for fear that the wording would give Hugh the wrong idea.
Hugh returned the kettle to its base and flicked the switch. Tom had said that there was nothing to worry about, but his silence and the tension that Hugh thought he could feel Tom giving off suggested that this wasn't just about Tom wanting Hugh's advice on which smartphone or trainers to get.
He wanted to let Tom start in his own time, in his own words. But when he turned back to look at Tom, he could see that Tom was struggling. Hugh leaned against the kitchen cabinets with his muscular arms folded; maybe he could give him a kickstart.
"Is it the classic thing?" Hugh asked with a wink.
"Classic?" Tom asked, frowning.
"Someone on your mind, causing you grief?"
Tom nodded. Hugh was trying to get things going, and Tom knew that it was now up to him to continue. Yet he was still lost for words. Hugh knew his younger cousin well enough to spot that and decided to nudge him a little more.
"At school?"
Tom nodded again, still trying to find the right words.
"Are you both in the same class?"
"Yeah," Tom answered as the image of the sunlight on Will's blond athletic thigh returned to his mind.
"Does she know?" Hugh asked carefully.
"She?!" Tom said as he was torn once again from his thoughts, glancing up suddenly with an unintentional look of exasperation on his face.
"Ah, I see..." Hugh began, eying his cousin with surprise, never having envisaged his younger cousin being into boys. "I can't say I was expecting that."
"No!" Tom said, a little louder than he had intended. "It's not that..."
"But you know that it's no..."
"Yeah yeah, it's no problem I know..." Tom countered, getting frustrated. "Why don't you just pipe down and let me tell you?"
"I keep hoping you will," Hugh laughed. But Tom looked startled for a moment before looking away. Hugh wasn't to know that the last word of his sentence happened to be the name of the individual that had Tom in a state of confusion.
Tom looked past Hugh at the kettle as it started to hiss. If he didn't get going on this, Hugh was going to go on asking the wrong questions and getting the wrong idea.
"Right," Tom began. "Just hear me out. There's this lad at school who I hit."
"Shit, Tom. What did your parents tell..." Hugh began, before Tom interrupted him.
"Christ on a bike, can you just listen?!" Tom shouted and immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Hugh."
"You're okay. I can see this is bothering you. I'll just shut up unless there's anything I don't understand."
"Thanks," Tom said and looked back at the kettle. The water was now boiling and he watched it click off. Hugh turned to set two mugs on the worktop with a teabag in each. He brought the kettle back to the boil and poured water into the mugs. He left them to stew, turning back to look at Tom.
"Go on..."
"I hit him once in the playground when we were eight or something," Tom began. "I don't think he'll remember it. I wanted to be friends with him, best friends. But he said no because of me being black, and so I hit him. I wanted him as a friend; I wanted to have him all to myself. I wanted it to be me who decided if anyone else would be allowed to be friends with him. I wanted to protect him, to make him do what I tell him, but for that to be good stuff that would be in his interest. I wanted him to be mine, to belong to me, I wanted to mark him..." Tom trailed off, regretting saying the bit about marking Will. He looked over at the steam coming out of the two mugs. "It was never gay. I've never felt attracted to a single man on the face of this earth, and yet it wouldn't bother me if I had something gay in me. I just don't..."
He looked back at his cousin and was surprised to see that he was listening with a knowing smile on his face. He got annoyed again.
"Listen! If I was gay, I'd tell you. Honestly I would! Being gay is boring compared to what I'm trying to tell you..."
"No, I know you're not gay," Hugh said quietly. "I had been wondering when you and I were going to end up having 'The Talk'."
"What 'talk'?" Tom asked, hoping that he wouldn't get sidetracked now that he had got things going.
"I don't think there's a word for it. How can I put it... the 'Black Alpha Talk' maybe?"
Tom stared at him in astonishment, which confirmed Hugh's suspicion.
"You're right," Hugh reassured him, "there's nothing gay about it. It's genetic or evolutionary. Or primal, or something like that..."
He suddenly laughed at the look on Tom's face and took this as further confirmation. He decided to let Tom fill him in on the details.
"Just tell me, and there's no need to hold back. I doubt whether there's anything there that I haven't heard before. And I promise not to be judgemental."
Tom thought for a moment before going on. "I never forgot hitting him, or the mark that left on his face. And I... I was mesmerised by the idea of being able to mark him and of him not being able to mark me. It's a bit like how men can impregnate women, but it doesn't work the other way round. I kept an eye on him over the years and never lost the desire to... not just to be his friend but to own him. And to mark him."
His older cousin nodded as though he had heard all this before. Tom had been expecting Hugh to find the part weird about him wanting to mark Will, but instead he was reacting as though Tom were merely stating the obvious.
"Aren't you surprised at all?" Tom asked.
"No," Hugh said. "Let's just leave aside the ethical discussion of whether it's right or wrong, or good or bad. There are loads of theories out there, but let's keep it simple. It seems that we have an advantage over white men and we sense that advantage whenever we encounter them. The white man also senses it. In the past that's led white men to set up unnatural hierarchies that are now considered obsolete."
"Like the slave trade..." Tom said, nodding.
"That's just one example, and it's always the first one that comes to mind. But when you compare it to the age-old advantage black men have over white men, there's almost something cute about it. Some white men try to resist what their instinct is telling them, which probably explains the racism that persists. But at the end of the day, a black alpha male senses his own superiority and enjoys the feeling it gives him. Let's face it - who doesn't want to be the alpha male?"
This was all more or less what Tom had been reading. But hearing it from Hugh gave Tom hope that this was more than just someone's fantasy off the internet.
"Go on..." Tom urged his cousin.
"A white man faced with the dominance of a black man will sense a natural urge to submit. They always try to resist at first, some for longer than others. As a man myself, I can't begin to imagine how confusing it must be for the poor bastards. But in the end the sense of intimidation is just too great. The black man senses the power he can excert and gladly puts it to use. When he does, both quickly feel a natural dynamic kicking in. And it's something neither of them will argue with."
"And what does that mean for us?" Tom asked, before adding: "And for me here and now?"
"You've just found your boy, that's all."
"My boy?" Tom interrupted him. "You know how that sounds."
"Alright, call it whatever you like. But it's common for a black man to choose a particular white man and take possession of him, to own him. As a rule, the white man doesn't have much say in the matter. Like I said, he'll resist, but the primal urge ends up kicking in, and he finds himself letting the black man take possession of him."
"So the white man is powerless, and the black man can take his pick? The white man's at the mercy of the black man?" Tom marvelled. "It's true what I've been reading?"
"More or less, yeah..." Hugh grinned. "It sounds like you now know who you want to own, and if you're just yourself throughout the process, you'll see that he may well battle with himself, but in the end you'll get him to comply."
Hugh laughed again as his younger cousin continued to stare at him.
"Come on, spill the beans. What's happened until now?"
Tom was starting to feel a lot more comfortable. "Well, like I said, I never forgot that incident in the playground when we were kids. And the desire to own him never left me. Over the years I've been watching him develop and was fascinated by the changes taking place in his body and how different his body is to mine."
"What's he like?" Hugh asked.
"He's a Nordic type. He's blond and has softish blond hair on his arms and legs. It's softer on his arms than it is on his legs. And when the sun shines on his legs... God, this must sound like I'm into him," Tom interrupted himself.
"No, not at all," Hugh reassured him. Look, I wouldn't have sex with a car. But when I bought my last car, I looked at different cars and which bits of which cars fascinated me. It was the car that had the best bits that I wanted to own, and now I own it. It's the same with your... what's his name?"
"Will," Tom said, frowning again. He couldn't help thinking that this was how he would have expected a talk about a girl to be.
"Right," Hugh went on. "It's the same with Will. You won't be the first black man to turn a white man into your property, probably willing property. That says nothing about your sexuality, or his for that matter. He's not into boys, is he?"
"No, doesn't seem like it," Tom answered.
"So you've chosen your boy, now you just need to take him. Like I said, you won't be the first..."
"What do you mean by 'take him'? Are you sure you're not talking about sex stuff?"
"No!" Hugh insisted. "I'm talking about taking possession of him, turning him into your property and getting him to obey you. My advice would be not to force him; you'll probably find you can make him realise for himself that you're right and that he had known all along. You probably can't imagine that right now..."
"Yeah yeah, to be honest I can. I kind of knew all this I think..."
"Right, natural instinct," Hugh nodded. "Do you actually know each other?"
"We've already talked to each other. I've noticed that I have a certain power over him and that I can either manipulate him or just use the power to my advantage. If I want to intimidate him, it's easy."
"That's what the power's there for," Hugh laughed. "And it's not as if he didn't get anything out of it."
"Like what?" Tom asked.
"Well..." Hugh pondered for a moment before going on. "This is even more controversial, but it's well known among the black men who put it into practice. We have a genetic advantage over them, and they can tap a bit of it by ingesting..."
"...our sweat and sperm and so on," Tom finished for him. I've read that in a number of places. Is there really anything in that?"
"Everyone has to decide that for himself," Hugh answered. "But I believe it, and I know plenty of others who do. And plenty of white men believe it too when they start to notice a difference. Or when others notice how their performance..."
"But how is it done?" Tom interrupted him.
"However the black man wants it to happen. As soon as your white boy notices his enhanced performance, he'll end up thanking you for anything you give him, might even seem a bit addicted. You determine how he gets it. You can just give your sperm to him indirectly by putting it in something, or you can fuck it into him. The advantage of fucking it into him is that it underlines his submission to you and your ownership of him and his body. We tend to have high sex drives anyway, so when we've chosen our boy, we usually want to mark him in a number of ways. Fucking him his just one of many. He normally gets your sweat by licking it straight off your body. As he begins to notice how it enhances his performance, the taste will grow on him. And you should require constant eye contact on his part whenever you're doing stuff like this."
Tom imagined lying with his arms stretched above his head and Will kneeling over him, licking the sweat off his chest and then progressing to his armpits, all the time maintaining eye contact. He liked the idea very much and could feel a stirring in his groin. He could make Will do this!"
"You're really not having me on, right?" Tom inquired. "It's just hard to believe..."
"Try it. He'll do it. But just don't rush it if he's never been owned before. You're both teenagers, so he's unlikely to have had an owner."
Tom shuddered at the thought of someone else owning Will.
"I don't reckon anyone else owns him. I wouldn't want that."
"Of course not. You want him. You've wanted him a long time, and it sounds like you've already chosen him. That's not a decision that he gets to make. You're in charge."
"And they always go along with it, just like that?"
"Not just like that, of course not. We're talking about straight men here, so it takes a bit of persuading. That might mean making the white man realise that it's right, or..."
"Or what?" Hugh asked suspiciously.
"Well, I can't say it's never done by force. But even when it is, I don't think there's a single white man alive who isn't aware of the advantages he has from tapping into a fraction of the black man's power. And it's nice to have a protector. You want to protect Will, right?"
"Yeah, I do. I really do want the best for him. But... but I want to own him as well. I want to make decisions for him. I admire stuff about him, but it's like the car you were talking about. I want to have it. I want it to be mine."
"It is yours," Hugh reminded him.
"So just how many people get into all this stuff?" Tom was starting to wonder about his cousin.
"More than you can imagine. Really. It's quite widespread. Here you are having found yours. And whether he realises it or not, he's waiting for you to take what's yours."
"And you really wouldn't find it weird if I made him into my boy, my property? You wouldn't look at me any differently?"
"Of course not. You're as black as I am, so it's more a case of me expecting it. I said earlier that I knew we'd end up having 'The Talk' at some point, but it's happened earlier than I'd expected. Still, that's good news as far as I'm concerned. What... what's the matter?"
Tom was listening to his cousin, but Hugh felt as though Tom were looking right through him.
"Tom! What is it?"
"Er... oh nothing."
"Go on, spit it out," Hugh insisted. "I told you I wouldn't judge."
"Well... it's not about me. Do you..." Tom was once again lost for words.
"Do I..." Hugh began, before realising what the teen was getting at. "Oh, right..."
"Sorry, maybe that was overstepping it a bit," Tom began.
"No, you're OK. What we're both talking about here stays strictly between us, right?"
"Yeah, we agreed..."
"Right, but it works both ways. So whatever I tell you goes no further."
"There's no way I want to talk to anyone else about this," Tom assured him. "Except Will," he added as an afterthought, laughing.
Hugh suddenly remembered the tea that was behind him on the worktop. He turned around and removed the teabags before putting in some milk.
"Hope it's not got too strong," he said, handing one of the mugs to Tom and gesturing towards the kitchen table for Tom to sit down.
"No, I like it strong," Tom answered, taking a seat at the table.
Hugh took his mug of tea and went out into the hall. He came back in with his phone and sat down at the table. He set the mug down in front of him and started playing with his phone while Tom sipped the hot tea.
"Look," Hugh began without looking up, "if you really want to know how this works, and if you really want to know whether I own anyone, I can just show you. Do you think you're ready for that?"
This caused some of Tom's tea to go down the wrong way and he started coughing. Hugh took his mug off him and set it down, patting Tom on the back. When Tom's coughing stopped he looked back at his cousin.
"I don't know... What exactly do you want to show me?"
"Show you who I own. Nothing explicit. He's quite decent, and I admire him quite a bit. That's why I wanted to own him, so I took possession of him. He struggled at first, because he thought it wasn't in line with his view of himself as a straight man. But now he's my property, and he's no less straight."
"And he's OK with that?"
"Why don't you ask him? Really, don't be shy. When you see him you'll probably understand why I wanted to take possession of him. You can ask him anything you like."
"What do you do with him?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah!" Tom thought there was no point holding back now, and he did after all have all kinds of ideas about what he wanted to do to Will.
"We do normal stuff together that friends do, like working out, going for a beer or watching football... or even playing football. But he knows I'm in charge, and he does whatever I tell him to do. So if the temperature allows for it, he's not allowed to wear long trousers in my presence."
"Right!" laughed Tom, nodding with enthusiasm. "I've already decided that for Will!" He then fell silent, embarrassed by his own outburst.
"So Will has good legs?" Hugh asked.
"Really good. You should see them..."
"Maybe I will at some point. That'll be up to you. When he becomes your property, you're the one who's responsible for decisions like that. You make them for him, just like I do for Luke."
"So he's called Luke? How did you meet him?"
"He's a police officer, and..."
"WHAT?" Tom gasped, staring at Hugh. "You don't 'alf pick 'em."
"I know. Can't say I was expecting that either. I witnessed someone getting arrested for attacking someone one day on my lunchbreak, he was one of the officers who made the arrest. I had to give my statement to Luke because I'd witnessed the whole thing."
"What...? So you gave him your statement and just took ownership of him?" Tom asked in disbelief.
"Well, not quite like that. It was during that meeting that I decided that I was going to take ownership of him. I found myself admiring his whole manner. I could see he was attractive with a very fit body hidden under his uniform. I also noticed the way women looked at him. His masculine, self-assured manner appealed to me, so I wanted to assert my alpha status over him by owning him, so I did. And that was it."
"So... during the arrest you just took..." Tom began.
"No. I just decided that I was going to own him. That's all that matters. There are no question marks in these things, Tom. You just make the decision, and he has to go along with it, which is what happens when nature kicks in. It takes longer with some than with others. Some are willing from the start, despite being straight; they just have to cope with the inner confusion it causes them in the initial phase. With some it takes a bit of persuasion. Some are never willing, but they still find themselves complying when a black alpha assumes ownership of them. It's no use pitting yourself against the forces of nature."
"So nothing was said during the first meeting about how things were going to be between you?"
"Well... not verbally. But I let my alpha energy engulf him and picked up on him reacting to it. It was a mixture of respect, awe and intimidation. Maybe even envy. After the meeting I was intending to find some way of 'needing' to contact the police and to ask for the officer who'd taken my statement. I thought I'd just pick one of the details from the statement I'd given and pretend I wasn't sure if I'd mentioned it."
"And did that work?"
"It didn't need to; it all panned out differently. About a week later I was on my lunchbreak, standing in a queue at a bistro. Suddenly I turned around and saw he was waiting behind me in the queue. I struck up a conversation with him, and when we got to the front of the queue, I asked him to order first and told him his order was on me. He protested, saying that he was going to be ordering something to eat. I told him that I'd already decided that he was going to be eating with me, irrespective of whether he'd been intending to eat or just get a drink. I got him to tell me what he was going to order, persuaded him to modify that a bit and then sent him over to a table by the window to let me take care of the rest. He probably realised too late that I'd sent him to reserve the table as though he was my twelve-year-old son or something. And when I'd sent him away to prevent him from seing the payment process, it was as though we were both affirming my alpha status."
Tom laughed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe how much of what he'd read was coming up in what Hugh was telling him.
"So... during the meal you asserted your ownership of him?"
"Non-verbally, yeah..." Hugh answered, thinking for a moment. "We actually had a fantastic conversation, which had its effect on me as well. I was seeing more of his personality and his mind, and it was a bit like already having chosen your car, signed the contract and only finding out afterwards that it came with garage space. His aura, his intelligence, his alertness, his wit..."
"Swoon..." Tom laughed, causing Hugh to smile.
"What I'd seen up until then would have been enough. But now I knew there was just no way that I was going to accept him not being my property. I needed to own him. And I saw that my presence and my personality were having their effect on him. We got quite deep into some issue or other and were both impressed by each other. He forgot the time, and when I asked him how much lunch break he had, he suddenly swore, looking at his watch. He had to go in a couple of minutes, so I 'made' him give me his number. I made a joke out of it, saying I'd spank him if he didn't. I don't think he would have accepted anyone else saying something like that to him. But he asked me if I'd spank a police officer right there in front of all those people, and I told him that he knew I would, and that we both knew he'd let me. He gulped and blushed as I held his gaze, and that said it all. I had him."
Tom laughed out loud again. He was reminded of how he'd known that he only needed to decide to spank Will, and that he knew Will would let him.
"So he gave me his number, making a wry comment about doing anything to avoid getting a spanking, and it was nice the way he continued blushing and avoided eye contact when he said that. I contacted him a couple of days later. It was a Friday and his girlfriend was out of town for the weekend. We went out drinking and had a really good time together; we really never ran out of things to talk about. It turned out we had a lot of common interests, and somehow we were able to fascinate each other with stuff the other wasn't normally interested in. So we started meeting regularly, and as the weeks went by I increased my hold over him bit by bit. We arm-wrestled a couple of times, and I beat him hands-down. There were a few occasions when we were fooling around and got into proper wrestling, but it always ended up with me on top of him, holding him down and forcing him to submit. I could see my power over him growing, and when I felt his body under mine, my face just centimetres from his while I held him down and he realised that I had full control over him, it was more obvious than ever in his facial expression. You could see the change taking place within him, as he came around to viewing me as the alpha. Despite everything I could read on his face, I would have loved to be able to read his mind at moments like that. I knew enough, though, to know that he was now mine, whether he realised it or not. I just needed to make him aware of that."
"You're enjoying telling me this..." Tom laughed.
"Sure I am. Wouldn't you?"
"Yeah, I suppose I would..." Tom admitted.
"You mean you WILL. If you've decided he's yours, then he's yours. All you need to do now is implement that. Wrestle with Will. It's a very simple way of asserting your dominance over him."
"I'd like that..." Tom mused, grinning.
"And if he loses, spank him. That's how I first ended up spanking Luke."
"I was wondering when we'd get to you giving him his first spanking," Tom laughed.
"I'd mentioned when we started wrestling that the loser would get spanked," Hugh went on. "When I'd beaten him into submission and had him under me, my face looking down at his, I said that I was going to spank him now and that he was going to let me. He didn't answer. He just looked at me, and there was a look on his face I couldn't describe. It's priceless watching someone giving in like that, seeing the change taking place. Somehow it's getting there that's much more of a kick for me, not yet having fully achieved it, know what I mean?"
"Hard for me to say," Tom answered. "Haven't had it yet."
"YET," Hugh emphasised.
"Okay, fair enough. But I haven't even witnessed it."
"Would you like to?" Hugh asked, looking back at his phone.
"To witness it? What exactly would I be witnessing?" Tom asked carefully.
"I can get Luke to come over. You can meet him, and if you feel like it you can ask him anything you want. You might find it quite enlightening."
"So you wouldn't actually be 'doing' anything?"
"Well... that's kind of up to you. Not unless you want us to. You'll see that he does whatever I tell him to."
"What happens if he doesn't?" Tom laughed.
"That doesn't happen. He does as he's told. That's not to avoid a spanking, because I spank him more or less every time we meet, provided we're somewhere private. He just accepts that I make the decisions, and he's happy with that and goes along with it."
"So you meet up, spend time together, he does what you tell him and you spank him every now and then?"
"Well, that's just part of it. He tends to any physical needs I have, and obviously he's keen to accept anything I give him, be it sperm or sweat. That includes fucking him."
"And he's really not into men?"
"No, he really isn't. But he'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get what I want. It wouldn't enter his head to defy me."
As Hugh was talking he took his smartphone out of his back pocket and started playing with it.
"Shall I see what he's doing and get him to come over?"
"Depends on what you're going to do..." Tom answered. "I'm not sure if I want to watch you fuck him."
"I wasn't planning to," Hugh laughed. "But if you wanted me to, I would. I don't normally share him with anyone, but you're not just anyone. So if you want to go off into the bedroom and make him submit to you sexually, I'd be OK with that."
Tom looked at his older cousin and started to laugh. But when he saw the look on Hugh's face, he saw that he was serious and stopped laughing.
"Oh... you really would let me fuck him. That's... er..." Tom drifted off into thought, wondering about whether he'd want to fuck Will. Something about it appealed to him, and he realised that it was the fact that Will would have to let Tom fuck him if Tom decided that it was going to happen.
"Well?" Hugh insisted.
"I'm not sure. I mean... thanks for letting me fuck him and all that. But if I was going to fuck another man, it would be Will."
"It WILL be Will," Hugh corrected him, laughing.
"Er... yeah..." Tom started to laugh, too. "So I suppose I don't need to pump Luke full of my seed. I can save it for Will."
"He'll be needing it. You watch how he changes once he starts getting your stuff on a regular basis. Mark my words... I saw how it changed Luke, and so did he."
"How?" Tom asked.
"He became even more confident and assertive than he'd been to start with. He noticed an increase in physical strength and endurance, the biggest change being the sex with his girlfriend. And she noticed it too, apparently. Luke even said that it brought about a change in her. There are theories about being able to pass it on, to make someone else benefit indirectly. I suppose it's a bit like how you pass on a virus. But it could happen on a social level. If Luke suddenly appears more alpha-like and with enhanced integrity, maybe she'll appreciate him even more and strive to better herself. Who knows?"
"I don't remember reading that bit," Tom frowned.
"Whatever. Look, shall I get him to come over?"
"Er... yeah..." Tom had to admit he was curious to see it happening now that he'd read and heard so much about it. And the chance to watch his cousin asserting absolute control over a confident, masculine, straight police officer, who he'd made his property, was too good to pass up.
Hugh dialled the number and waited for Luke to answer. When he did, Tom could hear the sound of Luke's voice on the other end of the phone without being able to make out what he was saying. The voice sounded masculine and self-confident. Tom's curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward across the table towards his cousin. When Hugh noticed this, he turned his phone slightly to enable Tom to hear Luke.
"So where are you now?" Hugh asked.
"Out jogging, Sir."
"With the shorts on that I told you to wear?"
"Of course, Sir. I've stopped wearing the knee-length ones, like you instructed."
"Good boy. I don't want you hiding those beautiful legs of yours."
"Thank you, Sir."
"How far are you from my place?"
"About a ten-minute jog, Sir."
"OK. Listen, I want you to come over. Now. In those shorts."
"OK, Sir. I'll change course and head straight for your place."
"Good boy. There's someone here I want you to meet."
There was a moment's silence on the other end of the line, Luke's panting as he jogged was all Tom could hear. Hugh jumped in.
"It's nothing to worry about. It's my cousin, we're close, and it's all good. He's one of the most discrete people you'll meet, in case you're worried."
"OK, Sir. I trust you. I'm already on my way. I'll be there in about ten."
Hugh ended the call and turned his attention back to his tea.
"This is quite a thing for Luke. You'll be the first person to know about my ownership of him, and you'll be the first to see it in action. Neither of us were really expecting this to happen, so he's obviously a bit cautious. Mentioning the thing with Will would get him to relax, but you might not be ready for that yet. Maybe we could just say that I've finally had 'The Talk' with you and that you're interested in seeing who I own?"
"Yeah... that sounds fair enough," Tom answered. "And if I feel like mentioning Will, I can."
"Right, I'll leave that up to you. And if you do decide you'd like to have a bit of fun with Luke, just find a way of letting me know. You're the one person I don't mind lending him to. Doesn't matter what it is... you can get him to kneel before you and lick your feet... take him off into my bedroom and fuck him or you can put him over your lap and spank him."
"You'd let me do all that to him?"
"There's more than that," Hugh laughed. "But I hardly think I need to give you a run-down of all the stuff you could do to him. All you need to know is that he'll comply as long as he knows that I've authorised it."
"Yeah..." Tom thought for a moment. "I think I'm just happy with getting to meet the person you took ownership of."
"For all we know, he and Will may even know each other," Hugh mused. "If not, we could introduce them at some point."
Tom smiled wryly. He hadn't been sure how his cousin would react to what he had come here to tell him this evening, although he had doubted that there would be an all-out negative reaction. Now, here he was waiting for Luke to arrive, the entirely straight white police officer who had become the property of his cousin.
"Do you want another one?" Hugh asked, nodding at Tom's empty mug.
"Er... won't Luke be here in a minute?"
"That's a point," Hugh nodded. "We'll wait for him to get here and he can see to it."
Just then the doorbell from downstairs rang.
"That was quick," Tom commented. "He's a fast jogger."
"No wonder with legs like that," Hugh laughed, getting up to go to and activate the door opener downstairs.
Hugh opened the door to the flat, and from the kitchen Tom could hear through the open door the sound of someone striding up the stairs with confidence, two or three steps at a time by the sound of it.
"Evening, Sir," a manly voice said. Tom heard the sound of a hand slapping bear flesh. He automatically got up and went towards the door to the hall. He was met by the sight of a tall, muscular man standing with his back to him. He was wearing a t-shirt that fit his muscular body very well. He was also wearing very short green running shorts that revealed his entire legs, right up to his hairy upper thighs. Tom saw a red handprint on the back of Luke's right thigh and knew what had caused the slapping sound he had heard. Luke certainly had fantastic legs, strong and powerful with ample hair on them; a real man's legs. Slapping them seemed a good form of greeting, as it enabled Hugh simultaneously to mark his territory. Tom thought about slapping Will's upper thighs whenever they met and had to smile at the idea of Will walking through school with Tom's red trademark handprints on his upper thighs.
"Luke, I'd like you to meet my cousin Tom."