Date: Wed, 6 Jan 2021 18:40:40 +0100
From: Daniel Comnenus <daniel.comnenus@gmx.com>
Subject: Sex Cult Confessions (part 11)

SEX CULT CONFESSIONS (11)

By Dolphin Dan


By the time the three of us--Jeremy K., Bryan and myself--woke up on what
was supposed to be our second full day at the Intercontinental Hotel,
Saturday, the score for my punishment was four out of twelve cums to the
face, three administered by Bryan and only one by Jeremy. That quickly
changed to five. Jeremy brought me into the shower with him, even though
he'd showered the night before, and it was a repeat of the very enjoyable
hand job with warm water and soap that I'd given him the previous day. He
came on my face in the shower. Bryan slept until about 10. He and Jeremy
went down to get brunch in the hotel dining room and they brought me back a
plate of scrambled eggs (slightly cold) and bacon. There was a curious
aloofness about both of them and I noticed there was almost tension between
them, but they didn't speak of it and, as I was still being punished, I
wasn't allowed to speak. But with as sensitive as Jeremy was to bad drooie
I was almost astonished he said nothing. Bryan was obviously quite jealous
that Jeremy had found a new favorite, a girl I'd only heard of,
Keora. Jeremy, out of character for him, was pretending as if that jealousy
didn't exist.

I completely understood why, though. Jeremy still needed access to Bryan's
father, the studio executive to whom he planned to pitch his dreadful
script of the movie that he thought would turn the world on to his whole
DIT/drooie philosophy. In fact, Bryan had told me that the pitch meeting
was on for Thursday of next week. Jeremy was perhaps foolish for shacking
up with someone else before that meeting happened, but that couldn't be
undone now. So Jeremy was willing to ignore the bad drooie for the sake of
saving his movie project. Maybe it sounds strange to have made such a big
deal out of this, but this realization was a turning point for me. With all
that had happened you might think I was incredibly dense for not realizing
before this moment that Jeremy was extremely manipulative. My friend April
had been screaming this at me from the rooftops months ago, before I
severed contact with her. Now suddenly I understood how right she was.

Then something that turned out to be absolutely pivotal happened: Bryan got
bored.

After breakfast we were sitting around in the hotel room. I was stripped to
my underwear, as usual, and doing nothing, just sitting in a chair. Jeremy
was in the sitting room area reading a book about the ancient Mayans. Bryan
was laying on the bed listening to his iPod. It was like this for about two
hours. The boredom was mind-numbing. The minutes seemed to crawl by. At
last Bryan took the ear buds out of his ears and sat up. "This is so
boring. Why don't we go out? Let's go to a park or a museum or a movie or
something. I don't just want to sit around here." Jeremy didn't even look
up from his book; he turned the page and said, "This is still punishment
for Dan."

"Yeah, but it's not punishment for me." Bryan started putting his shoes
on. "I'm gonna go to a movie. Either of you are welcome to come with me."

What then ensued was as close to an argument between Jeremy and Bryan as I
ever saw. You did not disagree with Jeremy. But Bryan made it clear he
wasn't going to spend the day sitting around the hotel room watching me be
bored. If I had to obey him (Bryan) just the same as Jeremy, that meant
that he had the prerogative to take me out of the room to go with him if he
wanted me to go, right? Jeremy was firm. "Dan is not leaving this room
today." Bryan scoffed and reached for his cell phone and key card on the
bedside table. "Well, I'll see you later, then."

Instantly, and amazingly, Jeremy changed his mind. "Okay, I'll go with
you." He immediately put on his shoes. "Dan, you know the rules. All the
usual ones still apply." Unlike yesterday, he did not take a shit and leave
it in the toilet, and he told me I could order room service if I got hungry
later. These lapses were very much more lax than yesterday's strict
regime. Bryan was ready to walk out the door and Jeremy was hastening to go
with him. There could be only one reason for that: Jeremy did not want to
be alone with me.

Within five minutes they were out the door. Jeremy did remember to snatch
up the TV remote and put it in the pocket of his jean jacket. I presumed he
still had my cell phone in there. Once more, I was alone.

This time, unlike yesterday, I wasn't so ready to accept my fate
passively. The thought of spending another day or even a couple of hours
alone in the room, fighting that crushing boredom and churning over the
terrible choices I'd made, was unbearable. But I was so scared of breaking
the terms of my punishment that I was almost physically paralyzed.

I felt boxed in. If I committed even the slightest infraction I knew Jeremy
would invoke the penalty which meant expelling me from the group and
severing all contact with me. I still loved him and was desperate to not
have that happen because I wasn't sure I could live without him. But the
rational part of me was finally starting to come to life. This had to
end. I had to do something.

I couldn't bring myself to leave the room, at least not at first. I paced
back and forth, wondering what to do. I didn't have my cell phone, but I
happened to have April's phone number stuck in my memory. That was, if she
still had the same number. I hadn't spoken to her in eight or nine
months. After agonizing, reaching for the hotel room phone, I finally told
myself that I had to do it. I made two false starts, picking up the handset
and putting it back down. On the third try I finally stuck with it.

Just hearing April's voice was like getting a communication from an alien
civilization. "Hello?"

"Um, April?" My hands were shaking and I was sweating even though I was in
my underwear. "Uh, this is Dan."

She was amazed to hear from me and sounded happy. She started saying stuff
like, "Wow! How are you?" and "What have you been up to?" in a very
cheerful tone. I was not cheerful. I almost choked on my words as I said,
"April, I'm in really bad trouble. I need help. Can you help me please?"

I told her that I was in a hotel room in downtown L.A. I wasn't allowed to
leave, I was scared and I didn't know what to do. When she ascertained I
wasn't in danger, like, imminent life-or-limb danger, she seemed to catch
on quickly. "Does this have to do with this guy you were seeing, that
Jeremy? Is he the one who said you can't leave?" I told her the situation
was very complicated. Jeremy was out, but he'd be back in a few hours. I
wasn't sure I could leave. Part of me wanted to, but I was also afraid.

"Which hotel are you at?" I told her. "Don't do anything. I'll be there in
less than an hour. Can you meet me in the lobby of the hotel? Can you do
that?" I said I didn't have a key to get back into the room, that Jeremy
had taken my cell phone, and that I wasn't even allowed to put on
clothes. "Jesus Christ. What room are you in?" I gave the number to
her. "I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up. I put the phone
down. My whole body was quaking.

It took April about 40 minutes to arrive. That was the longest 40 minutes
of my life. I went back and forth between deciding that enough was enough
and I was going to leave, and alternately concluding that I couldn't live
without Jeremy and any sacrifice was worth staying with him. I had just
about decided that when April arrived I'd tell her that I was wrong,
everything was OK, that she should go away and I would promise to call her
and let her know I was all right from time to time. But when there was a
knock on the hotel room door I changed my mind yet again. I still wasn't
dressed but I didn't want April to see the marks on my back. I didn't put
clothes on because I was still afraid of violating the terms of the
punishment. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a bath towel and put it around
my shoulders. Finally I answered the door.

April hugged me the first thing. I was already on the verge of tears. "I'm
going to help you," she said. "We'll get you out of this. I don't
understand what's going on here. Can you tell me what all this is about?
How'd you get here? What are you doing here?"

I don't remember exactly how I told her the story except that it came out
in disjointed clumps and there were big pieces I left out, whether
deliberately or accidentally. I didn't talk about drooie or World War III
or any of the truly freaky stuff. We sat in the sitting room area, me in a
chair clutching the towel around me and April on the sofa. I told her that
I'd had to quit my job and that I'd given up my cat. I sobbed as I talked
about Minerva. I also said that I loved Jeremy and I couldn't imagine life
without him. I must have sounded completely bonkers. She couldn't really
follow it.

"I still don't quite get it. Why are you in this room? Why can't you leave?
Why can't you put on your clothes? I don't understand."

"I'm being punished."

"For what?"

I warned her it wouldn't make any sense but she insisted on asking. So I
said it was about a script, a movie script. I had criticized it. "I totally
deserved it," I said. "I was jealous because he was going off with this
other guy, Bryan. But me and Bryan are friends now. He's staying here in
this room, that's his bag over there. But Jeremy said I had to learn not to
be jealous of him anymore, and Jeremy's always right. So I agreed to do
this, and there's a bunch of rules I have to follow or I won't learn my
lesson."

April was staring at me with a blank look on her face. "You're being
punished because you criticized a movie script?" I nodded. "Is he making
you do sexual things in this room? That's what this is about, isn't it?" I
nodded again. Finally she noticed how I kept pulling the towel around my
shoulders. "What are you trying to hide under the towel? Show me."

I gave up trying to hide anything. I dropped the towel and exposed my
back. I couldn't even look at April. For the first time I was very, very
ashamed.

April got up off the sofa and came over and knelt under my chair. She took
my hands in hers. "Dan, look at me. You know I care about you. Listen to me
very carefully. Jeremy is a monster and you have to get away from him. You
have to get away before he hurts you even worse. Here's what we're going to
do. You're going to put your clothes on. We're going to get your stuff
together and we're going to leave this hotel right now. Before we get
around the block we're going to call your cell phone provider and tell them
your phone was stolen. They'll shut it off before he even knows you're
gone. You can come stay with me. He won't find you there. You'll be safe. I
absolutely promise that. Now can you do this?"

"What about my cat?" I was more worried about Minerva than myself.

"I'll get your cat back. You're going to have to tell me where you left
her. But let's get you out of here first. We've got to move fast before he
gets back. Do you need help packing? Where are your clothes?"

The next thing I felt was panic. I was stuffing clothes into my bag as fast
as I could and my heart was pounding. I was convinced Jeremy and Bryan were
going to barge through the door at any moment. In hindsight I'm incredibly
glad April was there. She didn't judge, she didn't ask embarrassing
questions and she remained completely calm and businesslike. I saw her look
at the memo pad on the table with Bryan and Jeremy's names on it and the
hash marks. She seemed to wince at it for a moment but did nothing. I put
on my shoes. She said, "Are you absolutely, 100% sure you've got
everything? Once we leave we can't come back." Again I was on the verge of
tears. I told her I wasn't sure I could go through with it, and I even
said, "I love Jeremy so much. What am I going to do without him?" April
picked up my bag with one hand and with the other she grabbed my hand and
literally pulled me toward the door. I remember the sound of the door
clicking shut behind us as we walked out into the hall, and that was a
turning point for me. That door was closing on my life with Jeremy. I was
still panicked, but already I felt different.

We got in April's car which was parked in a guest spot in the hotel
garage. Her stereo came on as she started the engine. The song playing was
from the '90s, "I Alone" by Live. Sometimes in your life precisely the
right music comes along at precisely the right moment. Every time I've ever
heard that song since then I've thought of my escape from that hotel.

She drove to another hotel only a few blocks away, the Westin Bonaventure,
which is the one you see in all the movies, the hotel with the four glass
cylindrical towers. She paused in a loading zone and got out her cell
phone. Right then and there, in the loading zone of the Bonaventure, she
called T-Mobile, handed the phone to me and told me what to say to get my
cell phone service shut off. When this was done I told her that we should
go get Minerva right away. I was afraid that once Jeremy found out I was
gone he would figure out that I'd given her to Dack and try to hold her
hostage or something. It was a silly thought but a real fear. We drove to
Dack's apartment. I didn't even talk to him. I sat in the car while she
went up. When she came around the corner with Minerva in her arms, and
especially when she got into the car and dumped her into my lap, the dam
broke and I started sobbing and cuddling my poor cat. All April said as she
was backing the car out of the parking lot of Dack's apartment complex was,
"You're gonna need years of therapy, you know that, right?"

Try as I might, I can't end this chapter on a happy, sexy scene, but I'll
tell you this. It was 16 months before I could have sex with a man
again. It was a guy, Joaquin, I'd been dating for a couple of
weeks. Joaquin was 5'7", younger than me, had never been in the military
and his BMI was 18.5. When we finally did get down to it I told him that I
had a hard and fast rule: ABSOLUTELY NO FACIALS.

There is one more chapter to my story worth telling. Conclusion to come...



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