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to Tame an





A story by Danny



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Part 7

Out in the parking lot, leaning against Pricilla's car, I was sobbing like a child when Nurse Andy walked up to me.

Without saying hello or anything he blurted out, "Oh shit! Is your daughter alright?" thinking I might be crying because something bad happened to her.

I turned and realizing who it was and said, "Yes! She's fine! Actually, she's about to go home." I wiped at my tears, "I'm sorry, it's been a rough couple of days is all."

"Yeah, I can imagine." He said, "Listen, do you want to grab a burger or maybe a cup of coffee?"

"Shit! Yeah, I could eat and something stronger than coffee would be nice too." I said and then asked, "Where are you parked? I'll follow you."

He shook his head, "Don't have a car. I take the bus everywhere."

"Really?" I questioned with surprise.

He handed me a handkerchief and I wiped my eyes and blew my nose into it then offered it back to him.

"Keep it!" he said with a smile.

"Thank you." I said and then asked "Do you have a driver's license?"

"Nope, but I am a good driver." He answered with a chuckle.

I quickly came back with "Prove it!" as I fished out the keys from my pocket and tossed them over to him.

He caught them effortlessly and asked, "Really? Just like that? You're letting me drive your car?"

"Sure!" I squawked, "And it's not my car; it's Pricilla's."

"FUCK!" he jumped away from the car, dropping the keys as though they were hot. He stood with his hands up as if I was mugging him and in a frightened, squeaky voice, he asked, "This is Miss Grace's car? Why do you have it? Oh fuck! Tell me you didn't jack her car!"

"Relax! She loaned it to me for a couple days." I said with a smile.

"She doesn't let anyone ride in her car," He exclaimed, "let alone loan it to a dick."

"Excuse me?" I shot back.

"Of fuck! No! I didn't mean you're a dick. I meant you are a hired dick! Oh for fuck sake! I meant you are one of Miss Grace's dicks!" He rambled.

I held up a hand to stop him and smiled, "I knew what you meant the first time. I'm just messing with you! But I swear to you," I placed my right hand over my heart and held the other up, "she loaned it to me!"

He seemed honestly confused as he cautiously bent over and picked up the keys with only two fingers.

"Come on, let's go get that grub! I'm starving!" I said.

"There is no way I'm driving her car! I like having balls!" He laughed as he tossed the keys back to me, "You can drive!"

"She scares you that much?" I asked.

He answered quickly, "Fuck yes! And you should be scared too."

I laughed, "Thanks! I needed to laugh."

"I know of a small drive-thru dinner a couple blocks from here. It's not much to look at, but you'll love the food!" he said and then added, "We can take it back to my place if that doesn't seem too weird."

"Why would it seem weird?" I asked.

"I just mean with our history." He said uncomfortably.

"Are you going to drug me and have your way with me?" I asked.

He came back quickly with, "I might."




The drive-thru dinner was called Momma's Kitchen and they served meatloaf burgers and sausage-dogs on pretzel buns. I insisted on buying our dinner and he only agreed if we could stop and pick up a six pack.

"How old are you for real?" I asked.

He pulled out his hospital I.D. card and said, "No one believes that I am twenty-six so I always have to show them this.

"I'm sure you're told this all the time, but..." I started to say however he cut me off.

"I look seventeen." He said, "Yeah, I get that a lot. It's one of the reasons why Miss Grace likes me so much. When I was a teen I looked like a little kid still."

It was finally out turn to receive our food from the drive thru. As we pulled up to the little window it opened and the most stunning guy stuck his head out. I'm pretty sure I gasped and I know Andy had because I heard him.

The guy was maybe seventeen with jet-black hair and the brightest green eyes. I was in lust for sure!

"Has anyone told you today that you're gorgeous?" Andy said to the drive thru attendant.

I promptly blushed.

Without batting an eye the guy responded with, "Only like a few dozen times, but I never get tired of hearing it.

"OMG! Can I take you home and keep you forever?" Andy said and I was just about to die of embarrassment.

"I think your boyfriend here might have something to say about that!" the attendant stated while smiling at me.

Without even thinking I opened my mouth and asked, "Do you come with special sauce?" to which Andy began to howl with laughter and now the attendant was blushing too.

More laughs were had by all three of us as we paid for and received our food. It wasn't until after we left that Andy noticed that the guy had wrote his name, "Richard" and his phone number on our bag.

"OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOD! LOOK! LOOK! LOOK!" Andy squealed as she showed me Richard's name and number.

"Richard? Seriously?" I asked.

Andy appeared puzzled by my response, "What?"

"You do know what the nick name is for Richard, don't you?" I asked.

Andy looked at me dumbly.

"Dick?" I said as if questioning whether or not he'd heard that before.

He busted out laughing, "Oh that's so perfect!"

While going through another drive-thru to get the beer I asked, "I haven't seen you around the studio in ages. Actually, since that one we did."

"Yeah, I took a break for a while from skin-films to focus on my day job. But I have been thinking that it is about time to get back to making movies. Plus, I could use the extra cash. I'm saving up to buy a bike."

I paid for the beers and then drove to Andy's apartment which he directed me to.

"What kind of bike?" I asked as we walked up the three flights of stairs.

"What's that?" He asked.

"You said you were saving up for a bike." I reminded, "What kind of bike?"

"Oh yeah; a mountain bike," he said as he stuck in the key and opened the door.

"Ah! I thought maybe you meant a motorcycle." I responded.

"Couldn't very well keep a motorcycle in my apartment." He said as he led me inside.

His apartment was nice, no that's not the right description... It was too nice. Too nice for someone of his age and career.

"Wow Andy!" I exclaimed, "This is really... WOW!"

"Yep, eleven years with Miss Grace pays pretty damn good." He said as he plopped himself down on a bright red leather sofa. "Pop a squat and crack a brew or two!"

I settled down beside him and noticed the enormous flat screen television directly in front of us.

"Eleven years?" I asked.

"Well actually, I started with Pricilla when I was just a kid, but after high school I took some time off to focus on nursing school. That was Miss Grace's idea actually."

"I've noticed she takes good care of her people." I commented.

"If she thinks you're worth it, she does." He said, "God help you though if she doesn't like you."

"Really?" I inquired, "How so?"

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, "I'm going to grab some salt for my wedges, need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good." I said and watched as he walked away from me.

"Damn, that's a fine ass." I thought.

From the kitchen he said, "There used to be this guy named Tom who was messing with us kids off camera. I wasn't around when the shit hit the fan, but I heard some kid tried to stop him. Tom got mad and smacked the kid around. Pricilla found out about it and suddenly, no one has ever seen Tom again."

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, "Is that true?"

He plopped back down beside me on the sofa as he answered, "Like I said, I like having balls! I wouldn't lie about something concerning Pricilla!"

"I really cannot see her ever being mean or nasty." I said, "She's about the sweetest person I have met."

He shoved three wedge fries into his mouth at the same time and washed them down with half a can of beer.

"Damn, I hate the taste of beer!" he confessed.

Surprised and puzzled I asked, "Then why'd you ask to stop and get some?"

"Figured you'd like to have a few after the shit you've been through the past couple days." He admitted and then laughed uncomfortably.

"I honestly don't care for the stuff either. I'm more a hard liquor kind of guy."

"Well, if we are being honest..." He stared to say.

I laughed, "If you tell me you are really seventeen!"

He laughed too, "No, I was going to say that I really brought you up here to drug you and have my way with you."

He then laughed harder, "But seriously, I was going to say that aside from getting drunk when I was fourteen, I have not had a single drink since."

"Fourteen?" I questioned, "Was it a bad experience?"

"You could say that! Some girls, who I thought were my friends, got me drunk took me to school and tied me naked to the front doors. They left me there all night. Thankfully, I was unconscious for most of the night."

"Holy shit Andy!" I exclaimed, "I remember seeing that on the news! Fuck! That was you?"

He got up and again, walked to the fridge.

"Yeah, nearly froze my balls off and was so humiliated that I dropped out of school for a while." He came back with two diet sodas and offered me one as he added, "But Pricilla made me go back".

"For fuck sake! How am I supposed to take advantage of you after hearing that?" I said in jest.

He laughed, "You can't take advantage of the willing."

I looked over at him, unsure if he was being serious.

Raising a single eyebrow, I asked, "Are you fucking with me?"

He smirked, "I'd be lying if I said it didn't seem appealing to me."

I looked away, then back to him and away again before saying, "Since we're being honest. Aside from my wife, I've never fucked or made love with anyone that wasn't for money, or to get something I wanted or needed. To be honest, the idea of having sex with someone for enjoyment scares me more than a little."

"Wait!" he said as he turned and pointed at me with a wedge fry, "Did you just confess that you're a virgin?"

"Uh, I'm pretty sure there is no part of me that's a virgin." I answered back with a laugh.

"No! No! Hang on a second! You've never had sex with someone that wasn't paying you in one form or another right?" he asked.

"Other than my wife?" I asked.

"Right!" he answered.

"Then no I haven't." And then without even thinking about it at all, I said, "Even the kid I'm fucking back home is so that I can keep him in line." And then I realized what I had just said. "Shit! I shouldn't have said that."

"What? So you have a little dick in training. Who doesn't? Now let's get back to your virginity. I totally cannot believe that I have an honest to goodness man-to-man virgin in my apartment!"

"Are you seriously not freaked out because I told you I have been fucking some kid?" I asked.

He pointed down to the floor, "There is this fifteen year old blonde haired, blue eyed, demigod named Zach who lives directly below me. I've been fucking him down in the basement laundry for the past year and a half. I mean he is completely irresistible, and for fuck sake, I am only human!"

I looked down at what remained of my dinner as I asked, "So he was what? About thirteen, when you met?"

"Exactly! So how old is your little cock sucker in training?" he asked without any condemnation whatsoever in his voice.

"Seth is eleven." I confessed and expected Andy to recoil, but he didn't. In fact, just the opposite.

"Eleven! Sweet innocence in the morning!" Andy hooted, "Nice and trainable!"

"Frankly, there isn't anything innocent about Seth. He's a little bastard. He found out about what I do to pay the bills and was using it against me." I told Andy everything about Seth, even about him knocking me out and then beating me with my own fireplace poker.

Andy listened intently then stated very firmly, "Oh honey, you've got to keep your boot on that little shits throat or he's going to get you again."

I chuckled, "Believe me, I am trying!"

"You are a better man than I am. As soon as I was able to get off that floor I would have hunted that little beast and cut him from dick to throat."

"Believe me, I wanted too." I said, "But in the few days I've been working to retrain him, I've started to see a different side of him."

"No! No! No!" Andy admonished as he stood up and carried our dinner boxes to the trash, "You're starting to become attracted to the little shit. I made that mistake with a young kid once. I even let him live with me for a while. That turned into a complete fucking mess! Trust me Scott, train the kid. Use him however you see fit! But don't, and I cannot stress this enough, DON'T let yourself become attached to him, or you'll end up regretting it."

"You really think so?" I asked.

"I don't know Seth, except what you've told me, but from the little you've shared, it sounds to me that if you don't keep him on a very short leash, he'll turn around and rip your throat out."

I stood up, but then sat back down quickly as I'd gotten a bit dizzy.

"Are you alright?" Andy asked.

"Yeah, I guess I'm just overly tired, either that or the roofy you slipped into my soda is kicking in." I joked.

"Listen, if you don't have to get back home, you are welcome to crash here tonight." He said and then held up his left hand while placing his right hand over his heart. It wasn't lost on me that he was imitating me from earlier. "I swear I will not take advantage of you..." he then smirked and added, "Unless you want me too."

"If it isn't too much to ask, I think it might be better if I got some sleep before trying to drive back home."

Andy clapped, "Yeah! We're having a sleepover! Give me your undies so I can put them in the freezer!"

That made me laugh hard.

"Listen, would it be too much to ask to use your shower? It's been over two days. I'm starting to get a bit ripe."

"Of course, of course! Mi casa es su casa! It's back that way, to the left past the surfboard. You'll find a set of metal shelves in there with a basket on the middle shelf marked `Guest'. In it, you'll find everything you might need; toothbrush, deodorant, even douche... Hint-hint! Just kidding; or not!"

As I was showering I heard a knock.

"Sorry, forgot to tell you there is a bathrobe hanging inside the closet behind this door." Andy said through the door.

"Thanks Andy! Be out in a jiff."

"Take your time!" Andy sang back.

When I returned from the bathroom I found the sofa had been pulled out into a queen sized bed and made up like a fine hotel. There was even a small chocolate mint on the pillow.

"Awe! How sweet!" I said although Andy was nowhere to be seen.

From somewhere in the back of the apartment I heard him call, "Sorry can't hear you!"

He reappeared dressed in a black satin bathrobe.

"I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of texting Miss Grace to let her know you are safe and staying here tonight."

"I don't mind at all and thank you. Oh," I motioned to the bed, "and thank you for this."

"And as a side note, she said if I take advantage of you in your current state, she'll hang me from my balls and beat me with a sack of oranges."

"Awe! She does care!" I joking cooed.

He held up his right hand and gazed at it longingly, "I guess it is just you and me again tonight!"

"I remember someone once saying that you can't take advantage of the willing." I said, repeating what he'd said earlier.

Andy came back with, "That someone must be truly wise!" followed by a cute giggle.

I picked up the chocolate mint he'd left on the pillow for me and un-wrapped it. I then walked up to him, bit it in half, and fed the other half to him.

"How do you know I didn't put something in that to knock you out so that I could have my way with you?" He said provocatively.

I chuckled, "If you did, then we're both going to get a good night sleep."

As the chocolate melted within the warm, wet interior of his mouth, he leaned forward to kiss me. I didn't faint away, but didn't lean in either. It was a soft kiss, like a mother might kiss her children after tucking them in bed.

He then said, "Despite the fact that we both want to go at it like a couple rabbits; I really think you should get some rest. You've had a tough couple of days. And besides, what does it say about me if I am willing to take advantage of a cute, emotionally-vulnerable guy?"

I groaned and leaned in to kiss him and he leaned in too but this time he moved his head to the left and kissed me on the cheek.

"Sweet dreams!" he whispered before sticking his tongue in my ear.

I stood in place as he turned and walked toward what I assumed was his bedroom.

I flippantly snapped at him with, "TEASE!"

Without looking back, he waved and said, "Good night Scotty."

I was asleep seconds after my head hit the pillow and throughout the entire night I dreamt about Seth. It was as though my subconscious was crying out for him. Andy was right! I'm growing too fond of Seth, and I'm going to have to watch out for that!





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