Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 18:46:31 -1000 From: John Clark Subject: Jocksucker, Ch. 12 Chapter 12 Bobby yawned and knuckled the sleep out of his eyes. He'd been waiting for several hours in the cab of the u-haul van. Now morning traffic was picking up. His watch said 6:15. He thought it'd been about three-thirty or a quarter to four when he'd last checked the time. He'd meant to keep watch, not fall asleep. But it was still plenty early, so it should be all right. He shook his thermos, grunted in satisfaction and poured himself another cup of coffee. His hands shook a little, but he'd be surprised if they didn't. What a night! They'd stayed at the HardTop 'til a little after midnight. It wasn't the night-out that Tom Carlisle had had in mind when he'd tried to reserve the playroom, nor was it what either Tom or Bobby had wished for. But it turned out to be quite a time, anyway. Yeah, quite a time. Mr. Carlisle - Bobby didn't figure he'd ever end up calling him 'Tom', except in his private thoughts - might not have it in mind to become Bobby's Master, but he sure as hell knew how to do the job! With Bobby watching and assisting, Mr. Carlisle had begun the re-education of Jason Twill. First, he'd unpacked a set of leathers. He shared the rig with Bobby, and they both looked the part of bestial executioners. Their outfits alone had brought a look of fear to Twill's face, though he himself had worn worse in his time. The shoe was on the other foot, now, though. Then, quietly and methodically Carlisle had proceeded to break Twill's spirit. He didn't do it with overdoses of pain, either, Bobby saw. If anything he used underdoses. He made precisely timed nips and tweaks do what spanking and whipping would have taken far longer to accomplish. And the words he used, when he rarely did speak, were perfectly chosen for maximum effect. In the end, Twill was hanging, limp, tears mixed with snot running down his face, his arrogance completely obliterated. Then, with incredible patience, Carlisle rebuilt the young man. In slightly over three hours, Jason Twill had been emptied of much of his old persona, and had a solid start at a new one. When they ended the session, Twill was a chastened man who meekly requested the privilege of wearing the same butt plug he'd used earlier on Ion. He would not remove it. His Master would do so at their next meeting, the following evening. He was instructed to attend all of his regularly scheduled classes, to do nothing out of the ordinary, except to exercise great care in sitting! Also in squatting, walking, and breathing. Bobby couldn't believe the difference in the man. He even showed respectful deference to Bobby, as though their positions had never been reversed. Interesting enough, in all the activities in the playroom last night, only Twill had had any sexual release. It had been part of his training. Bobby didn't mind. Although it had been hard to keep his eyes off Carlisle's hairy, muscular frame as he went through his paces, and it'd been impossible to keep from wanting the older man, he knew that restraint was part of his training. When the time was right, the mentor would know. And the rewards would be richer for the wait. Meantime he could dream. Light enough to read. He took out a paperback mystery. Nearly an hour passed, then the front door of the house opened and Dak Rollins stepped out, followed, as Bobby had hoped, by Ion Tadescu. So far his plan was going well. Now for the test... Dak and Ion, dressed for a morning run, stopped as they saw Bobby Shale stepping out of the van parked in front of Dak's house. He seemed to brace himself, then came toward them. "Good morning." "Morning," Dak said. Ion nodded, hesitantly. "Please, could I ask you a question? I know it's forward of me, but I have a reason. Mr. Tadescu, do you by any chance plan to move in with Mr. Rollins?" "You're right, that is pretty forward of you," Dak said. "Also, none of your business." "It's okay, Dak. Yes, Mr. Shale. I have decided to move my belongings. Under the circumstances I do not wish to go back to my old room." A wide smile broke over Bobby's face. "Great! Here's your things," he said, waving at the van. "What the hell?!?" Dak said. "Mr. Rollins, I'm responsible for what happened to you folks, and I wanted to try to at least partly make up for it. So I got the van and loaded up." Dak began to smile. "This sounds like Tom. Was this his idea?" "No, sir. I thought of it. But I cleared it with Mr. Carlisle, of course. He agreed with me that Mr. Tadescu would probably not want to go back to his old place. So he said to go for it, as long as I was ready to take everything back in case I guessed wrong." "And you were willing to do that, I guess?" "Sure!" "Well, that's pretty cool, Bobby. And call me Dak, okay? Let's get started." "Oh, I'll unload it while you folks take your run. If you'll trust me in your place while you're gone, that is. I'll hang around 'til you get back, so you can check everything." "No, fella, you've done plenty already. Matter of fact, you look kind of like you've been up all night. Guess you must have been, at that, to get all this stuff loaded." "No, sir. I caught a nap in the truck while I was waiting for you all to wake up. "That's about what I figured. Look, you come on in and have some breakfast. I'm gonna call my brother to come and help unload. I've got a lot to catch him up on anyway. We'll unload when he gets here. Okay with you, Ion?" "Everything is okay with me, today. Thank you very much Mr. Shale. That was a very nice gesture. Even though I told you last night there is no debt between us." "Please, just call me Bobby," Shale said, shyly. "Yes. When you call me Ion." "Hey! Guys! Let's eat!" Dak herded the others into the house. Widdie brought Wu, who just happened to be at his apartment when the call came. They had eaten, but were happy to take another cup of coffee with the other men. Bobby was surprised and delighted to find that Dak's "brother" was his old friend and model, Russ Widdoes. And he was instantly charmed by Widdie's grinning sidekick, and by the obvious bonding that existed between the two men. Over coffee, Dak and Ion filled the others in on the events of the night before, ending with the news that Ion and Dak were now a couple, and the van out front held Ion's things that awaited their man-muscle to tote and carry. "Bro!" Widdie threw Dak a high-five, and at the same time Wu caught Ion up in his arms and whirled him around in the air, both of them laughing with pleasure. Unloading Ion's belongings took little time, even with the laughter and horsing around. In a short while the five men sat wherever they could find a spot in the now crowded living room. They shared a final coffee. Widdie was unusually quiet. "Something wrong, Brother?" Dak asked. "No. Uh, uh. I was just thinking. Just wondering if there's anybody in this room," he paused, looked at Wu, "who knows any reason why Dennis Wu shouldn't move in with Russell Widdoes?" Wu looked up, startled. Slowly a radiant smile broke over his face. He stood and walked into Widdie's waiting arms. Several moments later they broke apart. Widdie turned to Shale with a grin. "Borrow your truck, Bobby?" Tonight's meeting at the HardTop was short. Twill had carried on through the day in a satisfactory manner. Carlisle gave him instructions for the following day and excused him after a short session. Seeing that Bobbie was out on his feet, Carlisle said, "Would you like to spend the night with me?" Shale pushed aside his weariness and agreed at once. Later, in Tom Carlisle's bed, Bobby lay with his face nestled in the mat of hair that covered Carlisle's chest. The older man held him close. Still they refrained from sexual activity. Bobby was just as glad. He trusted that the time would come. "You've done very well, Bobby," Carlisle said in a low voice. "I'm proud of you." Bobby Shale fell asleep smiling.