by Marco May
That reminded me, I had to continue working on “Something Like Fate” since the scheduled release of the next chapter was on Saturday, just a few days away. Normally, I would’ve already had the chapter done and would just use the extra days to edit and proofread it. I was falling behind, and I wondered if I was spending too much time being focused on Gary. It was the risk of finding someone I could care a lot about, something that every single one of my past therapists and psychiatrists had worried about, which I continually ignored. I didn’t want to cancel my date with him, though. I’d just make sure to cut it a bit short to work on the new chapter. Maybe I finally had an idea for Luigi’s secret, after all.
Chapter 10
That evening, I was so over working long shifts and couldn’t wait until we had more staff. Though, the money was at least good, so I tried not to complain too much. With my face mask on and my earbuds in, I waited for Gary’s video call while sitting alone in Starbucks at a small corner table, a cup of coffee in front of me and my back facing the wall for extra privacy. It was slightly busier there than when Faith and I had last met, probably because it was getting closer to the weekend. Who knew?
Discord chimed its video call melody with Gary’s profile picture on the screen, and a warm smile crept up on my lips. Any notification of his contact always made me feel that way. I answered and gave him a stronger smile, my heart immediately turning into goo at just his beautiful face staring back at me.
“Hello, Santiago.” He was sometimes reserved like at that moment, his tone low with caution, but he had his moments of elation like I typically did. From what I could tell, his back was also facing a corner wall in whatever coffeehouse he sat. He briefly lifted his hand to the camera to show me his aluminum cup of what I assumed was coffee, probably expensive because of the cup itself.
“Hi, Gary.” I tried to fight the dreaminess that hit me and made me feel like a schoolboy, but I knew it was useless.
Every so often, his eyes scanned around him while landing right back on me, and I hoped he was okay. I knew he was deep inside the closet, more so than I was, but I could still relate and made sure not to pressure him with anything. “I admit I’m not used to this,” he said. “But I wanted to do it. You’re the first I’ve done this with. And I have a feeling you’ll be the first I’ll do many things with.” Finally, he formed a tiny smile with a mouth corner higher than the other.
Something about him made me feel in a way I hadn’t felt with my exes. I remembered when I’d first met them, my feelings for them that far in had been nowhere near as strong as they were for Gary. I’d even met them quickly in person, too, given that they’d been local. Maybe it all depended on the guy, and in Gary’s case, a guy who ironically lacked all the morals my exes had had.
“So,” he said. “What would you like to know about me?”
It took me a while to think of something until I remembered wanting to know about the D/s relationship offer. “You never specified any terms you might have for me being a sub.”
A smile of intrigue spread across his face. “Oh? So you have been thinking about it like I hoped?”
“I have. A lot, actually. The thing is…I really need to know what I’d be getting myself into before agreeing to this.”
“Of course. That’s understandable and I expected you to want to know more. Well? You’d obey all my commands, never question any of my orders unless you’re confused about something and need me to clarify, always ask me for permission to do something even as simple as going online. Many things, actually.”
Wow, Gary was really devoted to that kind of relationship. I’d heard about it through books and movies over the years, but I’d never cared to know the extent of it and whether it was glamorized or not. “Oh, okay.”
“You see, Santiago, it’s not about barking orders to feel grandiose or anything like that. It’s about the sub giving me all his control and devoting his life to me. I like being in control of a submissive guy and owning him as my property. It makes me feel closer to him, more intimate. I fall more deeply that way, and of course, there’s the turn-on factor, too.”
It was interesting and something I’d never put too much thought into other than just a generic submission fantasy. “So I’d be like an object to you? A toy?”
“Not exactly, no. You’d still be so much more to me. After all, I’d be responsible for you because of the fact that I’d have complete control. You’d free your mind of all worries and troubles and let me take care of all that. Think of a house or a car you own. You cherish it and make sure you take very good care of it because you’re responsible for any damages. But a house or car cannot love me back. A submissive guy can. It makes me feel so close to him when he’s under my protection, like an exclusive bond that’s private and intimate, and hopefully one that lasts a lifetime.”
I had to admit I liked the sound of all that, the way Gary had worded it in the kind of voice that always affected me in a wonderful way. I couldn’t stop smiling at such a fantasy. It was foreign and different and new, but I continued to remind myself that it’d be a permanent way of living if I wanted to be with him forever. Sure, it might be fun at first, but what about in the long run?
“I know I can say whatever I want just to make you feel good and safe, but that’s not who I am. I know this is a lot to take in because it’s new to you. But I want you to know that there’s nothing risky or harmful about being my sub. Other Dominants? Yes, they can be dangerous, but not me. I’d never abuse my role, and I’d release you if you suddenly decided you couldn’t take any more of it.”
The last part made my heart lift, and a wave of relief came over me. I’d thought I’d be stuck living that way forever, but it’d be my choice when to leave if I did decide to go back to living a normal life. Well, normal to me, anyway, since his normal was different. “What about work, though?”
“You could still work if you wanted to, but you really don’t have to with me. I have more than enough for us to get by for a very long time, especially since you’re not materialistic with expensive taste, which helps.”
I chuckled. “That’s definitely not me.”
“I know, and I wasn’t worried.”
Was Gary wealthy? He had enough money for the two of us to where I no longer had to work, possibly for the rest of my life, so it made me wonder. I didn’t dare to ask him that, though.
“I’ll tell you what. You pick a date for me to fly over there, any date you like, and you can try it out while I’m there. I can even stay at a hotel if you don’t feel comfortable having me at your place. If you decide this lifestyle’s not for you, then I’ll respect that, and we can just go back to being friends. That sound okay to you?”
Wow, we’d actually meet in person. That’d be the best part of Gary flying over here. Would we get along just as great as we did online? Would we still connect? Would there be any physical chemistry? The fact that he was willing to stay at a hotel made me feel more comfortable since I wasn’t sure if I’d be ready to have him stay at my place for however long he’d be in Michigan.
I smiled harder and nodded. “Okay. I think that can work, yeah.”
Gary’s smile grew, much to my surprise, and it looked like he was tracing something on the screen. “I just traced your lips. I’d like to know what they feel like on mine and what they taste like.”
I felt myself blush a little but kept my eyes on his. I sighed. “You always know what to say to make me feel good, do you?”
“It’s just words, though. When I show you more through actions, if you let me, we’ll see just how I make you feel by then.”
I twitched down there as soon as my thoughts dipped into a pool of horniness. Just looking at Gary and gazing into his eyes made me melt. I could only imagine his touch and how my body would react. “You can come here any day you want. I mean, I have work during the day most of each week and the days can vary, but we can still make plenty of time for each other.”
“Well? Give me your wor
k schedule so I can plan around it. I’ll start looking for flights after we end the call. Maybe you can start thinking of things we could do”
“Sure, okay. You know, since I live downtown, I’m really close to the Detroit Riverwalk, so we could wear our masks and social distance there to enjoy the view and take a nice walk or something. It’s my favorite place. I used to go there all the time before the pandemic, and I’ll definitely be going back there all the time once this craziness is over. I’ll probably keep going there until I’m an old man.” I chuckled. “It’s just relaxing, I guess. But yeah, I think you’ll like it.”
“Well, we’ll see. I mean, you know, people and whatnot.” Gary seemed doubtful and maybe against the idea.
I hid my disappointment. “Of course, right, I understand. We don’t have to do that. It was just an idea.”
He gave me a smile that immediately melted away my disappointment. “I really can’t wait to meet you in person.”
“I can’t wait either.” I was curious about when Gary would get there. I hoped it wasn’t while I was at work, but I considered giving him my work location just in case. Though, I wasn’t sure how he’d feel about meeting in public around people. Still, I was finally going to meet him, and a part of me felt sure that my life would change.
But how it would change, I didn’t know.
Chapter 11
When I arrived home after my video date, I didn’t bother changing my clothes. I was suddenly on fire as I typed away on my laptop while sitting at my desk. I’d finally come up with a secret for Luigi to be revealed, and the ideas kept flowing. I suspected from the current word count that the chapter would be longer than usual. I just had so much to write, and I refused to stop, since I wanted to take advantage of the creative juices inside my head. I had to personally thank Gary after I finished because it was he who’d inspired that chapter. The more I wrote about Luigi’s confession to Mario and Mario’s gradual acceptance to it, the more I realized the series would take a new turn. I only prayed that my readers would accept the change of direction.
* * * *
Hours later, I finished writing the chapter, and all I had to do was edit and proofread it. I needed a break from the computer, and I got undressed and kept on only my boxer briefs, not even a shirt. I climbed onto the bed, grabbed my phone to read a few scriptures from the Bible app, prayed a bit, and I was ready to sleep.
I smiled at the thought of Gary and his D/s offer. I felt like I was on the verge of starting a trial with a money-back-guaranteed deal, so to speak. The more I thought about submitting to him, the more I melted and touched myself. It was like a concoction of romance and sex that drove me wild. I slid my hand inside the front of my underwear and fondled my semi-hairy balls, sometimes stroking my thick shaft and back to my balls again.
My phone chimed, and I grabbed it to see that Gary had just sent me a DM. I tapped to read it while still playing with myself.
Found plenty of flights. The earliest one leaves tonight, a few leave in the middle of the night, and there are some morning and afternoon ones for tomorrow. Unless you think it’s too soon?
His strong interest in meeting me in person touched me because we were a plane ride away from each other, and only a serious guy would ever bother paying to fly to see someone he really liked. Then again, Gary didn’t play games, and he meant everything he said. It just made me want to see him even more, and I was tempted to tell him to take tonight’s flight just so he could be in Michigan much sooner.
I briefly stopped playing with myself to type my reply. The sooner the better. Maybe? ;)
It took quite a while for him to respond, but I waited patiently.
He finally wrote, Booked! I’ll be staying at a hotel in downtown Detroit since I remember you telling me you lived in that area. You might be asleep by the time I get there but I’ll still message you just to let you know. Maybe we can meet somewhere in public tomorrow? We can wear our masks and practice social distancing until we feel comfortable enough to be closer.
That sounded like a plan, and I was relieved that there was no pressure to be intimate the moment we saw each other. He also seemed a bit more open to being around people, or so I hoped. Sounds like a great plan!
He wrote, Thank you for giving me the chance to meet you in person. I hope I won’t disappoint you. But I have a feeling I won’t. ;)
My heart fluttered at the very last part of Gary’s message. Somehow, I also had a feeling that he wouldn’t disappoint me, and a very strong feeling at that. I’d already seen what he looked like, I’d heard what he sounded like, I’d seen his movements on cam, and we’d exchanged a ton of messages that had connected us in a very deep way and had allowed us to learn more things about each other. It was just a matter of his kinky lifestyle and whether I could seriously devote the rest of my life to him as his personal sub. Maybe it was really a question of whether I would disappoint him.
Chapter 12
When I woke up Thursday morning, the first thing I did was grab my phone because Gary was the first thing on my mind. I smiled at the push notification telling me of a new message from him sent within the past few hours. I tapped to read it.
Hello, Santiago! I’m here in Detroit! He’d given me the hotel info. I look forward to hearing from you and especially meeting you. Do you ever think this could be the start of something very special? ;)
I was touched, and the mood for me to go to work sunk so low to where I was tempted to take the day off. Good morning! I can’t wait to meet! I just wish I didn’t have to work today. :(
A moment later, he typed, Well? We have options. You can call off if they really don’t need you for the day. I can meet you at work and chat with you a bit while I look at shoes. Or we can meet after you get off work. Either way, we’ll still be meeting today. ;)
Those were options, for sure. However, the first one was sadly out of the question. I was the only one who could open the store that day unless I was prepared to give my boss a convincing reason why I had to call off. My boss would be annoyed to have to cover for me. I didn’t want to risk that. At the same time, I wanted to meet Gary as soon as possible, and meeting each other at work with our face masks on and practicing social distancing worked out perfectly.
I typed, We can meet at work. I’ll let you know when I get there so you can stop by when you’re ready. I sent him the full address and smiled with anticipation. Even my body shook a bit from our connection moving to the next level. We’d met online only the previous Saturday, not even a full week yet, but I felt like I knew him for much longer. Granted, there were still more things about him that I needed to know, but I didn’t feel as if we were moving too fast the way every mental health professional I’d talked to would think. We’d only be meeting in public, and if one thing led to another, I wouldn’t complain.
Though, there was the D/s trial period that came back to mind. I’d agreed to submit myself to him during his stay in Michigan. Was I ready to go that far? It would probably take place at his hotel, but still.
He wrote, Got it. See you soon. ;)
I smiled but didn’t feel the need to reply. I tried to control the nervousness that continued to strike me, but I got up and decided to get ready for work in hopes of calming myself down. It felt a bit nippy being shirtless, so I turned off the A/C to save on electricity until I came back home. I got undressed and walked into the bathroom to turn on the shower. As I stepped inside shower stall and let the warm water run down my body, I pictured Gary behind me with his hands exploring every part of me they wanted to explore. I got hard and debated whether I should get off quickly, but after a moment, I decided to save it for later. I wasn’t sure if anything sexual would happen between us, but I found myself washing back there more thoroughly than normal, just to be safe. After I finished my shower and got dressed, I put on my face mask and grabbed my keys.
* * * *
After driving to work and opening the store, I wasn’t just ready for the first customer, but I was re
ady to meet Gary, even though my heart pounded after sending him a message to let him know he could come anytime he was ready. I wouldn’t know when that’d be, and because of that, the anticipation hit me even harder. I was never like that in general, maybe a bit of jitters, but nothing that was a big deal. With Gary, it was so different. He made me feel different. I didn’t know what the future held for us, and the long-distance factor could pose an issue at first, but I was ready for whatever it would turn into, wherever it would lead.
Every shift I worked, there was always something that needed to be done besides just straightening shoes and filling the racks. It was funny how extra friendly and helpful I was to customers that day, and I could only imagine it had a lot to do with my excitement. An hour, two hours went by, and Gary hadn’t shown up yet. I figured he was as nervous as I was, if not more because of his being deeper in the closet than I was. Maybe he wanted to make a great impression. He didn’t want to disappoint me, after all.
After the third hour and plenty of customers later, I grew a bit worried and decided to DM him. He always answered back quickly unless he was asleep, and he didn’t. Minutes went by, and still no response. He hadn’t left me on read the entire time, so something didn’t seem right. No, no, he couldn’t have stood me up. There was no way he’d ever do that to me. Okay, so I didn’t exactly know him as much as I should have, but it just wouldn’t make any sense for him to do that to me.
After the fourth hour, I continued to wonder what went on. I tried to fight every negative thought that threatened to invade my mind. I was about to DM him again until I noticed my messages had already been read, and he was typing. My heart lurched at all kinds of thoughts, but I tried to calm myself. I was being silly when we hadn’t even established a specific time to meet. Maybe he hadn’t been ready yet.