An Extended Family

by Austin Daniels

  "Come in, close the door, and lock it behind you." After I did as he asked, he remained seated, saying, "You said you've never done this before. Are you sure you're ready for this?"

  "I think so." I tried to speak confidently but realized my choice of words might have given me away.

  He looked me up and down and I wondered if he was just going to ask me to leave. "Before the day is over you'll know for sure. Now, strip naked right where you stand. Fold your clothes and lay them neatly on the couch."

  Because I wanted to learn what this was all about, I made a conscious decision to do anything he demanded of me. I was in this now and I needed to experience all of it. I thought, since he was aware that this was all new to me, he'd take it easy on me. I was wrong.

  Before long, he walked me to a set of steps heading down. The house was one of those older ones that had a cellar. As I stepped onto the cellar floor, I looked around the room. The top of the cellar wall had small windows in it, but they'd been painted, leaving the room lit only by the light from the stairway. Flipping a switch, he turned on some hidden lights that illuminated the walls, making it possible to see a room filled with unusual items. There was a bench covered with leather and a sling in the corner. On the other side was a wooden frame with chains hanging from it. There was a dresser against one wall with six drawers in it. Lying on top of the dresser was a series of toys ranging in size from very small to impossible. I wondered if the giant one was only to intimidate. If it was, it was working.

  I looked around for the shower he'd told me I'd be taking there. He seemed to realize what I was thinking. "When did you shower last?"

  "Th-this morning," I said.

  He was dressed in shorts and a pullover. His feet were bare and in a second he'd slipped out of his clothes, dropping them on the floor. "Pick those up, fold them and place them neatly on the bench."

  I did as he'd ordered.

  When I was done he said, "You are sufficiently clean. Kneel on the floor in front of me right now." I'd long ago responded to the attitude he exuded. His demands left me hard and throbbing. When I reached him, he stopped me from dropping to examine me. Reaching down, he squeezed a clear drop from me, let go, and watched my now hard and throbbing cock bounce a bit. He walked around my body as though he was determining whether I was up to muster.

  "Good," he finally said. "Now drop."

  Kneeling in front of him, I readied myself to pleasure him, licking my lips and waiting in anticipation. He reached down and, wrapping his hand around what was now a long hard and throbbing appendage, wiped a clear drop across my lips. I opened my mouth to receive him, but he ignored that altogether, instead slapping my face, first one side and then the other, with the warm hard sides of it. Each of my cheeks felt a swipe of warmth. Reaching behind him to the dresser, he took one of the toys and held it up to my face. "Now open," he demanded.

  This is different, I thought. Not really what I signed on for. Determined to do anything he demanded, I obeyed.

  Inserting the toy into my mouth, he gently allowed me to suck down its length. Then he pushed it slowly to the back of my throat and demanded that I swallow it. I was good at this and delighted to show off what I could do but wondered if he might make new demands I wasn't so good at. Taking a length of the toy down the back of my throat, I swallowed only to have him gently push the rest of the toy down to the hilt. Gently pulling it all the way out, he tossed the toy into a bucket, replacing it with his own length in a single deep thrust. He didn't curve up, so I was able to repeat what I'd just done with rubber. Slowly he moved in and out, holding my head in place. I felt helpless and used and wonderful. Still holding me in place, he finished deep in my throat. I only tasted its saltiness as he withdrew.

  Leonard didn't finish me off that day. We dressed, and I worked to keep up some kind of conversation. I didn't just want to leave. I needed to know where this was going. He'd been answering me in short staccato single words like 'yes' and 'no.'

  I was a bit disappointed he didn't try to bring me further along.

  Turning toward the door I started to say goodbye when he finally broke his silence. "So do you want to come back again?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said with a hint of almost military agreement in my tone.

  "Really? I'll consider that and get back to you, but in the meantime, you are forbidden to talk about what happened today and until I call, you aren't to have sex with anyone, including yourself. Do you understand?"

  "Yes Sir!"

  The idea that he might never show me what the next level was like, struck me like a bolt of lightning. "But I was kind of hoping…"

  "Really," he interrupted. "You were hoping? How much?"

  I finally understood where this was going. The very idea that he wanted to hear me debase myself with pitiful pleading struck me as a little funny, but it was kind of hot too. "Please… Sir… Is there any way we could do this again, really soon? I just have to see what the next level is like and I don't think I'll rest again until you can tell me if I'm ever going to…"

  "Okay, okay," he said as though annoyed. "Be here tomorrow at the same time."

  I was surprised to hear that he agreed to see me again so soon. It went without saying that I'd be there, on time and bushy-tailed.

  *~*~*

  I knew I was supposed to hold off telling Preston about Leonard, and I didn't want to get him all worked up for something I wasn't sure of yet. At the same time, I found myself counting the hours until Leonard and I met again. Then the phone rang, and it was Preston. After talking a bit, I knew I had to tell him something, but I knew I couldn't be too detailed or say anything about Leonard. In the meantime, I detailed everything Preston needed to know about being a bottom, which I knew he'd never done and was sure to come very soon. I knew we'd be talking a lot in the future and wondered how I'd ever have conversations with him devoid of detail.

  *~*~*

  The next day I was sure to be showered and ready for anything he threw my way.

  When I got to his front door, I found it slightly ajar. He was just inside. Opening the door, he pulled me in and wrapped a leather blindfold around my eyes, fastening it in the back. He remained absolutely silent. Gently but insistently, he guided me toward the stairs heading to the dungeon below.

  As I stepped off the bottom stair onto the carpet, he had me stand still while he pulled my shirt over my head. When I was stripped down with my pants around my ankles, he ordered me to step out of them. I'd worn sandals that slipped off easily and left my underwear at home, so once I'd stepped out of my pants, I was standing in the darkness naked.

  He was quiet. I stood there like a statue. I knew he was waiting for me to move and I wanted to show him that I already knew better. Occasionally I could feel a breeze. He was walking around the cellar. I had no idea what he was doing. I knew he'd made me fold our clothing the day before, but now I was blindfolded. I imagined my clothes lying where they'd fallen and was relieved when he didn't ask me to fold them.

  Minutes felt like hours. After what seemed like an eternity, he took me by the hand and walked me across the room. Turning me around, he pushed me back gently. I stepped behind me, feeling the ropes of the sling that I remembered was in the corner. I sat on the device and he finally ordered me to lay back. Following his instruction, my feet soon left the floor. Catching one of them, he lifted my ankle and slipped it into what felt like a leather loop. He did the same with the other one.

  After fastening my feet, he took my arms and clamped them into a pair of cuffs that hung from above my head. Grabbing me by the thighs, he pulled me toward him, so I hung partially off the sling.

  I was helpless and had no choice but to undergo whatever he had in mind. I had no idea what he planned to do. Not knowing was exciting in itself. He could take me at any moment, or he could whip me with one of the straps I'd seen hanging on the wall. For some reason I was thinking instead about the items I'd seen standing at attention across the top of the dresser. I heard him step away
and then there was a wet crackling sound. He ran his hand over my hole and gently prodded inside. Taking a moment to concentrate on relaxing and allowing him to open me up, I just laid back. I was determined to experience this, knowing I could stop it at any time. A few seconds later, he withdrew. Then, I felt a colder invasion. He was using one of his toys on me. The feeling was great, and the coolness soon faded. As I was starting to really enjoy it, he withdrew.

  Once again, I heard the wet noise and I anticipated that he would be stepping into place. Instead I again felt another cool invasion. While I relaxed, accepting the new device, I began to feel nervous remembering the impossible toy at the end of the line. Surely, he wasn't planning on giving me all of them.

  When I was accepting the new toy easily he withdrew it. This time, to my relief, I could feel him stepping into position. I could hear the snap of the condom being pulled into place and with a single forward thrust he slid deeply inside. Grabbing the netting next to my hips he pulled me onto him, thrusting forward at the same time. I craved his contact, but the only contact I could feel was his thighs banging into me and the deep thrusting inside of me.

  After a few minutes, he reached forward and wrapped his hand around me, beginning to stroke. His thrusting grew harder and before long he'd dropped me and was concentrating only on his own pleasure. I knew he was close and within a few more seconds he was thrusting into me violently and releasing a guttural, bear-like noise. I wished I could see his face. As his motion slowed, he reached forward once again. Wrapping his hand around me, he began to stroke. He remained deep inside, still rocking back and forth.

  In seconds, I was spraying warmth over my chest and onto my chin. He ran his fingers across my chin and chest, collecting the mess, then pushed them into my mouth, wiping them clean over my tongue. Pulling out gently, he reached forward once again. This time he untied and removed the blindfold that had blocked my vision during the entire session. He walked around me, eyeing his handiwork. Taking a roll of paper towels from one of the drawers in the dresser he wiped me down, something I hadn't expected. He was apparently in no hurry to release me. Instead he dressed, climbed the stairs leaving me alone in the room.

  I lay there wondering what the hell was going on. I dared not object or yell to him. I was in no position to make demands and yelling might only upset him, so I waited.

  After a few minutes, he returned. He had a device of some kind in his hand. He slipped my balls through a loop in it, then tied my now limp cock firmly in a strap, prohibiting it from attaining an erection until it was removed. Then he locked it closed with a key.

  "What is that?"

  He was quick to correct me. "When you address me, you will call me 'Sir.' When you refer to me to other people in the lifestyle, you will refer to me as Sir. When you refer to me to anyone else you will only then use my name. Do you understand?"

  "Yes, Sir," I said. "What is that thing? …Sir."

  "It's a chastity device. When you come here, I'll remove it. It will keep you from becoming aroused anytime you are not with me." Then he unlocked my hands and slipped my ankles free. I leaned forward, rolling out of the sling and stood on the carpet before him.

  "Dress and meet me upstairs."

  He grabbed the bucket filled with the toys and left the room, heading up the stairs. When I was dressed and climbed the stairs to the main level, he was sitting in a chair reading a newspaper. "The bucket is in the sink and the soap is in the bottle. Clean the things I used on you and the bucket. Dry them all with the towel. Go downstairs and arrange them in the order they were in and place the bucket on the floor on the right side of the dresser, then you may leave. I'll see you tomorrow. Same time good?"

  "I have a special lab class tomorrow. Can I come an hour later? …Sir."

  Smiling, he agreed. "Be on time."

  Fifteen minutes later, I was heading down the stairs from the porch to my car on the street.

  The Move

  Kyle

  When I got home, I found that nothing had changed since I left. The pill I'd given Preston still had him comfortably asleep. I sat down at my computer and began to write a new chapter. I titled it, "The Attack."

  After about forty minutes of writing, I heard a commotion coming from the bedroom. A second later Preston stuck his head through the door. "Sir, I should get home."

  Not knowing how to begin, I said, "Before you even think about going home I want to talk to you. Come over here." He came into the room and I pointed over to the couch. "Sit."

  "If this is about those guys…"

  "No," I interrupted. "This is more important than those poor excuses for men, but I have become very concerned about your safety." I left my desk and joined him on the couch. I was so used to being a seriously dominant person around him, it was awkward for me to be tender, but the feelings were right and I just needed to find the words. "In the short time you and I have known each other, I've become involved enough to consider you my boy. I need you to be where I can protect you. I need you to live here. I would say more, but logically I realize that you and I know very little about one another, except for what we do for an hour every day. We need that to change. So, what do you think?"

  Preston broke out in a big smile and said, "You really like me, don't you?"

  Turning my head away, looking for the right words to explain myself, I came up with nothing. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure I do."

  Throwing his arms around me, he held me tight. "I'm pretty sure I like you, too."

  "As busy as I am, you'll have all the time you need to attend to your studies. I will not bother you until such time as we agree will be suitable, so I can get my work done and you can attend to yours. How does that sound?"

  "Terrible. I'm your boy… I'll never be happy with that. You are to take me whenever you want me. If I think you needed me and waited because I was studying, it would upset me. If I knew that you wanted me now I'd never be able to concentrate on my studies knowing I could be with you instead. There'll be plenty of time for both."

  Hearing his objection was all I needed. Planting my lips to his once again, I thought I'd never been happier. Listening to that beaten but beautiful man describe his dedication to me was overwhelming. Looking down into his eyes, trying not to cry, I whispered, "What did I ever do to deserve someone like you?

  "You ordered me to kneel, and I knew I was yours before I hit the floor. Then you told me I was your boy and while it might have been news to you, I already knew that. I'm yours to do with as you please. You give me strength. I feel safe when I'm with you. So, since I'm going to live here, you have to promise me that I'm yours and you'll take me whenever you please."

  "I promise."

  "Promise what?"

  "You are mine and I am yours, and I will do with you as I please." It took a moment, but I started to feel like I was the sub and he was the Dom. It was time to turn this around.

  "Excellent," he said. "When do we move?"

  "Well, let's talk about that. Are you on a lease?"

  "Nope, month to month. That's been my apartment for more than a year."

  "Well what does the rental agreement say about moving out? Do you need to give a notice?"

  "Officially yes, but those places fill as fast as they're vacated. I'm paid ahead three more weeks for this month, so let's go tell the office and move."

  "Are you sure you're up to it? We can wait if you need to rest."

  "Well, no heavy lifting. These ribs aren't going to like that, but I don't have much that weighs anything.

  Before we get started, I need to call Dexter and Jake. They need to know about those guys and what they did to me."

  In the next half hour, Preston called both of them about the danger. They wanted to rush over, but he told them about the impending move. "You know," Dexter said. "For a guy who just had the crap beat out of him you sound awfully happy."

  "Now that you mention it, I guess I am."

  I didn't try to listen to the conversations but enjoyed watchi
ng his face shine with happiness as he announced our moving plans.

  *~*~*

  Within a few hours we'd contacted the manager and packed the car with the remainder of his things. The ice chest was filled with the contents of his freezer, and we returned home. After I carried in the boxes, we found places for everything. In the process, I showed Preston where everything was. I had a big closet and Preston didn't have a ton of clothes. By the time we unloaded the closet, taking items that didn't need to be stored there into the garage, there was plenty of room.

  "Didn't we have a standing appointment for right about now," Preston said rubbing up against me as we exited the closet.

  "I'm all sweaty; let me take a shower."

  "No," he said pulling my belt buckle loose. "Right now. Our appointment is for now."

  *~*~*

  In the next a couple of weeks, we got to know a lot about each other. I got the rundown on Preston's childhood and his best buddies Jake and Dexter. We planned to invite both of them and their boyfriends to dinner on an upcoming Friday.

  I wasn't, however, used to having people to my house for a meal.

  "It's not that I wouldn't like people visiting," I told Preston. "It's just that, as a boy, my mom bought a lot of things that were ready to heat. We had meatloaf, casseroles and pot pies, and pretty much every possible TV dinner you can imagine. Everything was already prepared. As a result, I never learned to cook very well. What I'm trying to say is the bulk of the work would be on you. I can help set the table, but you do not want me in the kitchen."

  Once we'd finalized who would be cooking I told Preston about the self-defense class. I asked him if he was interested in going with me next time even though I was prepared to make it an order. "I'll give it a try," he said. "I have to learn something like that. I don't want people to be able to beat me ever again."

  "Those guys shouldn't bother you again. I made sure of that."

  "What did you do?"

  "For now, let's just say I took care of the problem. I'll tell you the specifics later."