Date: Fri, 23 Oct 2020 13:17:08 +0200 From: Sam Will Subject: Part 20: Becoming Jeff's Leather Slut Not suitable for under 18's Donate to Nifty ********************* Don't forget, play up to any interest and attention you get and I'll see you Friday. It's time to take you to Maximum Use" My bus ride home was uneventful except for the guy who'd looked at me before being on again. As he got off he looked over and I gave him a cheeky smile and a little wink. His face lit up like his day was made and he got off the bus. ******************** Part 20: Why Jeff?/Why Sam? 19 parts into this adventure you may be puzzled about how and why I'd allowed Jeff to do these things. How I'd submitted so easily? Why it was that I'd seemingly crumpled like a paper bag. I was a cute 18yo lad. I certainly wasn't short on offers on dates with women and with a little effort I'm sure I could have found a much younger guy. Cynics would use words like "dad issues" but those didn't exist. I got on well with and respected my dad. So why was it that I melted before and slutted out for a man 40 years older than me? Well late teen hormones perhaps; however, the real answer, the answer that always makes some people uncomfortable is that he understood me. He understood that I wasn't really developing for a vanilla lifestyle. He understood that I was something different. He saw my potential and worked on me. I'd known, way before it had started with him that I had a desire to be fucked and fucked hard. I had a need to be a dirty fucker. I know many wouldn't get that. There's always playful, careful kink in consenting relationships, lots of it. However, I needed that extra bit of hot sauce. That extra that took things to a new level. A new extreme. I should always stress the nature and importance of consent. I may have been and remain a freak but consent is and remains vital. ************ Writing as Jeff Yeah, you've all got extremely jealous right? You've all nearly smashed something in frustration. `How the fuck did he get Sam?' The answer is so easy. I knew. I'd known Sam his whole life. Seen him grow up, just like I had his sister and brothers. Family to me. I could tell you Sam was remarkably different and he wasn't really until he hit 16/17yo. Then came the dark period, the falling down and the need to be rescued. I'd known about his dates and their relative lack of success. But at 17 when he became a regular fixture at my place doing his work, improving, getting better grades. At that point I started to realise. You may have read he was flirtatious. That doesn't even cover it! His stunning eyes, million dollar smile, grins, winks, little comments were mad. He was constantly trying to get me, to catch me. Throughout that year, despite him being over the age of consent, I refused to play ball until the final three weeks. Why? You might ask. There was in reality nothing stopping me. However, someone like Sam needs careful, detailed nurturing. Had I jumped in at his first cheeky wink he'd have had some control. But no. He needed to be played long. The sports tactical genius he may be had no idea how I carefully enticed him in. My smell, what I dressed in etc all designed to drive his senses wild. When I finally made my move he was ready. His poor little dumb brain ready, he was already on a journey of conditioning that was to drive him low.