Date: Sat, 7 Dec 2019 21:26:25 +0100
From: 8911384@gmx.de
Subject: Tom Has His Way, Part 04

I suspect that few were expecting this story to continue. I apologise to
all those who waited, particularly to those who wrote to me, encouraging me
to continue. I can assure you that your pleas did NOT fall on deaf
ears. One of these kind readers indeed threatened to spank me if I didn't
continue (I happened to read that one at work and actually started to
wonder whether regular spankings would keep me writing), while another one
just told me to just do it in my own time, reassuring me that I wasn't his
'bitch' (who ever said I didn't want to be?)

As always, I read every single email I received and would have loved to
reply to all of you. But now that I've finally focussed my attention back
on writing, I decided to concentrate more on the story and less on
responding to the emails.

There was one enquiring why I didn't clearly specify the setting, i.e. the
country it all takes place in. I imagine that my style of writing ought to
be sufficiently revealing, but I have my own reasons for not wanting to go
beyond that. I could state them all here, but that would end up alienating
a large number of people.

There are a number of reasons for the delay, the most relevant one being
that I lost the first draft of the latest version to the story, due to not
saving it before closing the application. That was almost two years ago
now, and it won't happen to me again.

As is the case with many other writers here, your emails honestly DO
provide me with a valuable source of motivation to continue. And I'm more
than curious to hear your ideas... or what the story does for
you. Remember, both positive and negative feedback is welcome. And this
time I'll try to respond to the emails.

You may want to re-read the first three parts in order to refresh your
memory.

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Tom Has His Way, Part 4

Tom had told his parents that he would be going to Hugh's after
school. They were more than happy to hear that their son would be spending
time with his older cousin.

As Tom was on his way to Hugh's, he wondered to himself why they didn't see
each other more often. Was it the age difference? He'd always looked up to
his older cousin and seen him as someone he could learn from, but someone
he could confide in on issues that were too much for his friends at school,
but which he didn't want to share with his parents. He decided that they
ought to see each other more often.

When Hugh opened the door to his flat and stepped aside to let Tom in, he
was watching his younger cousin carefully, a look of curiosity on his
face. His younger cousin had got in touch with him out of the blue and
seemed a bit desperate to meet.

Hugh closed the door and stood with his arms folded as Tom kicked his
trainers off.

"And you're absolutely sure that nothing's wrong?"

"Wrong isn't the right word," Tom began, looking down at his trainers as he
nudged them around with his feet. "I just need to swap ideas with someone."

"With me?" Hugh asked.

"Yeah," Tom said sheepishly. He looked up at his older cousin. "I need some
honesty. And some truth. And it has to be someone I trust. I can trust you
to keep it all to yourself, right?"

Hugh nodded with a reassuring squint before asking: "Are you in trouble?"

"No!" Tom exclaimed, looking up at him. "Nothing's
happened. Really. There's nothing you need to worry about."

Hugh nodded and turned to go into the flat.

"Tea or coffee?" he called out without turning around. "Tea, right?"

"Yeah... please," Tom answered, following him into the kitchen.

"How's school?" Hugh asked as he ran some water into the kettle.

"I reckon I could skip a year," Tom answered nonchalantly. "Maybe even
two. At least that would be a bit more challenging."

"Then why don't you?" Hugh asked, looking up from the kettle. "Plenty of
others have done it. Get the teachers to test you, get your parents
involved..."

Hugh went on, but Tom was suddenly lost in thought. Moving up a year would
mean that he would never again have a single class with Will. Tom didn't
even want to entertain the thought. And then came the feeling of shock that
he was beginning to get used to: why would he rearrange his future around
Will? Around being with Will? Will was a boy, for God's sake...

He was torn from his reverie by the fact that Hugh had stopped in
mid-sentence. Tom looked up at his older cousin, who was looking at him
with a frown on his face. Suddenly the water from the tap overflowed,
spilling down the side of the kettle and onto Hugh's hand.

"Shit!" Hugh exclaimed, turning back to turn the tap off. He poured the
excess water out of the kettle and held it up to check that the contacts
were still dry.

Tom tried not to smile. He really liked Hugh and regretted that he hadn't
come to visit him more often.

Hugh grabbed a teatowel and held the kettle up to dry the outside of it. He
frowned, wishing that his younger cousin would hurry up and relieve his
curiosity.

Tom watched Hugh wiping the outside of the kettle and wondered how to
begin. Every time he came up with an opening sentence in his mind, he
quickly discarded it for fear that the wording would give Hugh the wrong
idea.

Hugh returned the kettle to its base and flicked the switch. Tom had said
that there was nothing to worry about, but his silence and the tension that
Hugh thought he could feel Tom giving off suggested that this wasn't just
about Tom wanting Hugh's advice on which smartphone or trainers to get.

He wanted to let Tom start in his own time, in his own words. But when he
turned back to look at Tom, he could see that Tom was struggling. Hugh
leaned against the kitchen cabinets with his muscular arms folded; maybe he
could give him a kickstart.

"Is it the classic thing?" Hugh asked with a wink.

"Classic?" Tom asked, frowning.

"Someone on your mind, causing you grief?"

Tom nodded. Hugh was trying to get things going, and Tom knew that it was
now up to him to continue. Yet he was still lost for words. Hugh knew his
younger cousin well enough to spot that and decided to nudge him a little
more.

"At school?"

Tom nodded again, still trying to find the right words.

"Are you both in the same class?"

"Yeah," Tom answered as the image of the sunlight on Will's blond athletic
thigh returned to his mind.

"Does she know?" Hugh asked carefully.

"She?!" Tom said as he was torn once again from his thoughts, glancing up
suddenly with an unintentional look of exasperation on his face.

"Ah, I see..." Hugh began, eying his cousin with surprise, never having
envisaged his younger cousin being into boys. "I can't say I was expecting
that."

"No!" Tom said, a little louder than he had intended. "It's not that..."

"But you know that it's no..."

"Yeah yeah, it's no problem I know..." Tom countered, getting
frustrated. "Why don't you just pipe down and let me tell you?"

"I keep hoping you will," Hugh laughed. But Tom looked startled for a
moment before looking away. Hugh wasn't to know that the last word of his
sentence happened to be the name of the individual that had Tom in a state
of confusion.

Tom looked past Hugh at the kettle as it started to hiss. If he didn't get
going on this, Hugh was going to go on asking the wrong questions and
getting the wrong idea.

"Right," Tom began. "Just hear me out. There's this lad at school who I
hit."

"Shit, Tom. What did your parents tell..." Hugh began, before Tom
interrupted him.

"Christ on a bike, can you just listen?!" Tom shouted and immediately
regretted it. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Hugh."

"You're okay. I can see this is bothering you. I'll just shut up unless
there's anything I don't understand."

"Thanks," Tom said and looked back at the kettle. The water was now boiling
and he watched it click off. Hugh turned to set two mugs on the worktop
with a teabag in each. He brought the kettle back to the boil and poured
water into the mugs. He left them to stew, turning back to look at Tom.

"Go on..."

"I hit him once in the playground when we were eight or something," Tom
began. "I don't think he'll remember it. I wanted to be friends with him,
best friends. But he said no because of me being black, and so I hit him. I
wanted him as a friend; I wanted to have him all to myself. I wanted it to
be me who decided if anyone else would be allowed to be friends with him. I
wanted to protect him, to make him do what I tell him, but for that to be
good stuff that would be in his interest. I wanted him to be mine, to
belong to me, I wanted to mark him..." Tom trailed off, regretting saying
the bit about marking Will. He looked over at the steam coming out of the
two mugs. "It was never gay. I've never felt attracted to a single man on
the face of this earth, and yet it wouldn't bother me if I had something
gay in me. I just don't..."

He looked back at his cousin and was surprised to see that he was listening
with a knowing smile on his face. He got annoyed again.

"Listen! If I was gay, I'd tell you. Honestly I would! Being gay is boring
compared to what I'm trying to tell you..."

"No, I know you're not gay," Hugh said quietly. "I had been wondering when
you and I were going to end up having 'The Talk'."

"What 'talk'?" Tom asked, hoping that he wouldn't get sidetracked now that
he had got things going.

"I don't think there's a word for it. How can I put it... the 'Black Alpha
Talk' maybe?"

Tom stared at him in astonishment, which confirmed Hugh's suspicion.

"You're right," Hugh reassured him, "there's nothing gay about it. It's
genetic or evolutionary. Or primal, or something like that..."

He suddenly laughed at the look on Tom's face and took this as further
confirmation. He decided to let Tom fill him in on the details.

"Just tell me, and there's no need to hold back. I doubt whether there's
anything there that I haven't heard before. And I promise not to be
judgemental."

Tom thought for a moment before going on. "I never forgot hitting him, or
the mark that left on his face. And I... I was mesmerised by the idea of
being able to mark him and of him not being able to mark me. It's a bit
like how men can impregnate women, but it doesn't work the other way
round. I kept an eye on him over the years and never lost the desire
to... not just to be his friend but to own him. And to mark him."

His older cousin nodded as though he had heard all this before. Tom had
been expecting Hugh to find the part weird about him wanting to mark Will,
but instead he was reacting as though Tom were merely stating the obvious.

"Aren't you surprised at all?" Tom asked.

"No," Hugh said. "Let's just leave aside the ethical discussion of whether
it's right or wrong, or good or bad. There are loads of theories out there,
but let's keep it simple. It seems that we have an advantage over white men
and we sense that advantage whenever we encounter them. The white man also
senses it. In the past that's led white men to set up unnatural hierarchies
that are now considered obsolete."

"Like the slave trade..." Tom said, nodding.

"That's just one example, and it's always the first one that comes to
mind. But when you compare it to the age-old advantage black men have over
white men, there's almost something cute about it. Some white men try to
resist what their instinct is telling them, which probably explains the
racism that persists. But at the end of the day, a black alpha male senses
his own superiority and enjoys the feeling it gives him. Let's face it -
who doesn't want to be the alpha male?"

This was all more or less what Tom had been reading. But hearing it from
Hugh gave Tom hope that this was more than just someone's fantasy off the
internet.

"Go on..." Tom urged his cousin.

"A white man faced with the dominance of a black man will sense a natural
urge to submit. They always try to resist at first, some for longer than
others. As a man myself, I can't begin to imagine how confusing it must be
for the poor bastards. But in the end the sense of intimidation is just too
great. The black man senses the power he can excert and gladly puts it to
use. When he does, both quickly feel a natural dynamic kicking in. And it's
something neither of them will argue with."

"And what does that mean for us?" Tom asked, before adding: "And for me
here and now?"

"You've just found your boy, that's all."

"My boy?" Tom interrupted him. "You know how that sounds."

"Alright, call it whatever you like. But it's common for a black man to
choose a particular white man and take possession of him, to own him. As a
rule, the white man doesn't have much say in the matter. Like I said, he'll
resist, but the primal urge ends up kicking in, and he finds himself
letting the black man take possession of him."

"So the white man is powerless, and the black man can take his pick? The
white man's at the mercy of the black man?" Tom marvelled. "It's true what
I've been reading?"

"More or less, yeah..." Hugh grinned. "It sounds like you now know who you
want to own, and if you're just yourself throughout the process, you'll see
that he may well battle with himself, but in the end you'll get him to
comply."

Hugh laughed again as his younger cousin continued to stare at him.

"Come on, spill the beans. What's happened until now?"

Tom was starting to feel a lot more comfortable. "Well, like I said, I
never forgot that incident in the playground when we were kids. And the
desire to own him never left me. Over the years I've been watching him
develop and was fascinated by the changes taking place in his body and how
different his body is to mine."

"What's he like?" Hugh asked.

"He's a Nordic type. He's blond and has softish blond hair on his arms and
legs. It's softer on his arms than it is on his legs. And when the sun
shines on his legs... God, this must sound like I'm into him," Tom
interrupted himself.

"No, not at all," Hugh reassured him. Look, I wouldn't have sex with a
car. But when I bought my last car, I looked at different cars and which
bits of which cars fascinated me. It was the car that had the best bits
that I wanted to own, and now I own it. It's the same with your... what's
his name?"

"Will," Tom said, frowning again. He couldn't help thinking that this was
how he would have expected a talk about a girl to be.

"Right," Hugh went on. "It's the same with Will. You won't be the first
black man to turn a white man into your property, probably willing
property. That says nothing about your sexuality, or his for that
matter. He's not into boys, is he?"

"No, doesn't seem like it," Tom answered.

"So you've chosen your boy, now you just need to take him. Like I said, you
won't be the first..."

"What do you mean by 'take him'? Are you sure you're not talking about sex
stuff?"

"No!" Hugh insisted. "I'm talking about taking possession of him, turning
him into your property and getting him to obey you. My advice would be not
to force him; you'll probably find you can make him realise for himself
that you're right and that he had known all along. You probably can't
imagine that right now..."

"Yeah yeah, to be honest I can. I kind of knew all this I think..."

"Right, natural instinct," Hugh nodded. "Do you actually know each other?"

"We've already talked to each other. I've noticed that I have a certain
power over him and that I can either manipulate him or just use the power
to my advantage. If I want to intimidate him, it's easy."

"That's what the power's there for," Hugh laughed. "And it's not as if he
didn't get anything out of it."

"Like what?" Tom asked.

"Well..." Hugh pondered for a moment before going on. "This is even more
controversial, but it's well known among the black men who put it into
practice. We have a genetic advantage over them, and they can tap a bit of
it by ingesting..."

"...our sweat and sperm and so on," Tom finished for him. I've read that in
a number of places. Is there really anything in that?"

"Everyone has to decide that for himself," Hugh answered. "But I believe
it, and I know plenty of others who do. And plenty of white men believe it
too when they start to notice a difference. Or when others notice how their
performance..."

"But how is it done?" Tom interrupted him.

"However the black man wants it to happen. As soon as your white boy
notices his enhanced performance, he'll end up thanking you for anything
you give him, might even seem a bit addicted. You determine how he gets
it. You can just give your sperm to him indirectly by putting it in
something, or you can fuck it into him. The advantage of fucking it into
him is that it underlines his submission to you and your ownership of him
and his body. We tend to have high sex drives anyway, so when we've chosen
our boy, we usually want to mark him in a number of ways. Fucking him his
just one of many. He normally gets your sweat by licking it straight off
your body. As he begins to notice how it enhances his performance, the
taste will grow on him. And you should require constant eye contact on his
part whenever you're doing stuff like this."

Tom imagined lying with his arms stretched above his head and Will kneeling
over him, licking the sweat off his chest and then progressing to his
armpits, all the time maintaining eye contact. He liked the idea very much
and could feel a stirring in his groin. He could make Will do this!"

"You're really not having me on, right?" Tom inquired. "It's just hard to
believe..."

"Try it. He'll do it. But just don't rush it if he's never been owned
before. You're both teenagers, so he's unlikely to have had an owner."

Tom shuddered at the thought of someone else owning Will.

"I don't reckon anyone else owns him. I wouldn't want that."

"Of course not. You want him. You've wanted him a long time, and it sounds
like you've already chosen him. That's not a decision that he gets to
make. You're in charge."

"And they always go along with it, just like that?"

"Not just like that, of course not. We're talking about straight men here,
so it takes a bit of persuading. That might mean making the white man
realise that it's right, or..."

"Or what?" Hugh asked suspiciously.

"Well, I can't say it's never done by force. But even when it is, I don't
think there's a single white man alive who isn't aware of the advantages he
has from tapping into a fraction of the black man's power. And it's nice to
have a protector. You want to protect Will, right?"

"Yeah, I do. I really do want the best for him. But... but I want to own
him as well. I want to make decisions for him. I admire stuff about him,
but it's like the car you were talking about. I want to have it. I want it
to be mine."

"It is yours," Hugh reminded him.

"So just how many people get into all this stuff?" Tom was starting to
wonder about his cousin.

"More than you can imagine. Really. It's quite widespread. Here you are
having found yours. And whether he realises it or not, he's waiting for you
to take what's yours."

"And you really wouldn't find it weird if I made him into my boy, my
property? You wouldn't look at me any differently?"

"Of course not. You're as black as I am, so it's more a case of me
expecting it. I said earlier that I knew we'd end up having 'The Talk' at
some point, but it's happened earlier than I'd expected. Still, that's good
news as far as I'm concerned. What... what's the matter?"

Tom was listening to his cousin, but Hugh felt as though Tom were looking
right through him.

"Tom! What is it?"

"Er... oh nothing."

"Go on, spit it out," Hugh insisted. "I told you I wouldn't judge."

"Well... it's not about me. Do you..." Tom was once again lost for words.

"Do I..." Hugh began, before realising what the teen was getting at. "Oh,
right..."

"Sorry, maybe that was overstepping it a bit," Tom began.

"No, you're OK. What we're both talking about here stays strictly between
us, right?"

"Yeah, we agreed..."

"Right, but it works both ways. So whatever I tell you goes no further."

"There's no way I want to talk to anyone else about this," Tom assured
him. "Except Will," he added as an afterthought, laughing.

Hugh suddenly remembered the tea that was behind him on the worktop. He
turned around and removed the teabags before putting in some milk.

"Hope it's not got too strong," he said, handing one of the mugs to Tom and
gesturing towards the kitchen table for Tom to sit down.

"No, I like it strong," Tom answered, taking a seat at the table.

Hugh took his mug of tea and went out into the hall. He came back in with
his phone and sat down at the table. He set the mug down in front of him
and started playing with his phone while Tom sipped the hot tea.

"Look," Hugh began without looking up, "if you really want to know how this
works, and if you really want to know whether I own anyone, I can just show
you. Do you think you're ready for that?"

This caused some of Tom's tea to go down the wrong way and he started
coughing. Hugh took his mug off him and set it down, patting Tom on the
back. When Tom's coughing stopped he looked back at his cousin.

"I don't know... What exactly do you want to show me?"

"Show you who I own. Nothing explicit. He's quite decent, and I admire him
quite a bit. That's why I wanted to own him, so I took possession of
him. He struggled at first, because he thought it wasn't in line with his
view of himself as a straight man. But now he's my property, and he's no
less straight."

"And he's OK with that?"

"Why don't you ask him? Really, don't be shy. When you see him you'll
probably understand why I wanted to take possession of him. You can ask him
anything you like."

"What do you do with him?"

"You really want to know?"

"Yeah!" Tom thought there was no point holding back now, and he did after
all have all kinds of ideas about what he wanted to do to Will.

"We do normal stuff together that friends do, like working out, going for a
beer or watching football... or even playing football. But he knows I'm in
charge, and he does whatever I tell him to do. So if the temperature allows
for it, he's not allowed to wear long trousers in my presence."

"Right!" laughed Tom, nodding with enthusiasm. "I've already decided that
for Will!" He then fell silent, embarrassed by his own outburst.

"So Will has good legs?" Hugh asked.

"Really good. You should see them..."

"Maybe I will at some point. That'll be up to you. When he becomes your
property, you're the one who's responsible for decisions like that. You
make them for him, just like I do for Luke."

"So he's called Luke? How did you meet him?"

"He's a police officer, and..."

"WHAT?" Tom gasped, staring at Hugh. "You don't 'alf pick 'em."

"I know. Can't say I was expecting that either. I witnessed someone getting
arrested for attacking someone one day on my lunchbreak, he was one of the
officers who made the arrest. I had to give my statement to Luke because
I'd witnessed the whole thing."

"What...? So you gave him your statement and just took ownership of him?"
Tom asked in disbelief.

"Well, not quite like that. It was during that meeting that I decided that
I was going to take ownership of him. I found myself admiring his whole
manner. I could see he was attractive with a very fit body hidden under his
uniform. I also noticed the way women looked at him. His masculine,
self-assured manner appealed to me, so I wanted to assert my alpha status
over him by owning him, so I did. And that was it."

"So... during the arrest you just took..." Tom began.

"No. I just decided that I was going to own him. That's all that
matters. There are no question marks in these things, Tom. You just make
the decision, and he has to go along with it, which is what happens when
nature kicks in. It takes longer with some than with others. Some are
willing from the start, despite being straight; they just have to cope with
the inner confusion it causes them in the initial phase. With some it takes
a bit of persuasion. Some are never willing, but they still find themselves
complying when a black alpha assumes ownership of them. It's no use pitting
yourself against the forces of nature."

"So nothing was said during the first meeting about how things were going
to be between you?"

"Well... not verbally. But I let my alpha energy engulf him and picked up
on him reacting to it. It was a mixture of respect, awe and
intimidation. Maybe even envy.  After the meeting I was intending to find
some way of 'needing' to contact the police and to ask for the officer
who'd taken my statement. I thought I'd just pick one of the details from
the statement I'd given and pretend I wasn't sure if I'd mentioned it."

"And did that work?"

"It didn't need to; it all panned out differently. About a week later I was
on my lunchbreak, standing in a queue at a bistro. Suddenly I turned around
and saw he was waiting behind me in the queue. I struck up a conversation
with him, and when we got to the front of the queue, I asked him to order
first and told him his order was on me. He protested, saying that he was
going to be ordering something to eat. I told him that I'd already decided
that he was going to be eating with me, irrespective of whether he'd been
intending to eat or just get a drink. I got him to tell me what he was
going to order, persuaded him to modify that a bit and then sent him over
to a table by the window to let me take care of the rest. He probably
realised too late that I'd sent him to reserve the table as though he was
my twelve-year-old son or something. And when I'd sent him away to prevent
him from seing the payment process, it was as though we were both affirming
my alpha status."

Tom laughed, shaking his head. He couldn't believe how much of what he'd
read was coming up in what Hugh was telling him.

"So... during the meal you asserted your ownership of him?"

"Non-verbally, yeah..." Hugh answered, thinking for a moment. "We actually
had a fantastic conversation, which had its effect on me as well. I was
seeing more of his personality and his mind, and it was a bit like already
having chosen your car, signed the contract and only finding out afterwards
that it came with garage space. His aura, his intelligence, his alertness,
his wit..."

"Swoon..." Tom laughed, causing Hugh to smile.

"What I'd seen up until then would have been enough. But now I knew there
was just no way that I was going to accept him not being my property. I
needed to own him. And I saw that my presence and my personality were
having their effect on him. We got quite deep into some issue or other and
were both impressed by each other. He forgot the time, and when I asked him
how much lunch break he had, he suddenly swore, looking at his watch. He
had to go in a couple of minutes, so I 'made' him give me his number. I
made a joke out of it, saying I'd spank him if he didn't. I don't think he
would have accepted anyone else saying something like that to him. But he
asked me if I'd spank a police officer right there in front of all those
people, and I told him that he knew I would, and that we both knew he'd let
me. He gulped and blushed as I held his gaze, and that said it all. I had
him."

Tom laughed out loud again. He was reminded of how he'd known that he only
needed to decide to spank Will, and that he knew Will would let him.

"So he gave me his number, making a wry comment about doing anything to
avoid getting a spanking, and it was nice the way he continued blushing and
avoided eye contact when he said that. I contacted him a couple of days
later. It was a Friday and his girlfriend was out of town for the
weekend. We went out drinking and had a really good time together; we
really never ran out of things to talk about. It turned out we had a lot of
common interests, and somehow we were able to fascinate each other with
stuff the other wasn't normally interested in. So we started meeting
regularly, and as the weeks went by I increased my hold over him bit by
bit. We arm-wrestled a couple of times, and I beat him hands-down. There
were a few occasions when we were fooling around and got into proper
wrestling, but it always ended up with me on top of him, holding him down
and forcing him to submit. I could see my power over him growing, and when
I felt his body under mine, my face just centimetres from his while I held
him down and he realised that I had full control over him, it was more
obvious than ever in his facial expression. You could see the change taking
place within him, as he came around to viewing me as the alpha. Despite
everything I could read on his face, I would have loved to be able to read
his mind at moments like that. I knew enough, though, to know that he was
now mine, whether he realised it or not. I just needed to make him aware of
that."

"You're enjoying telling me this..." Tom laughed.

"Sure I am. Wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, I suppose I would..." Tom admitted.

"You mean you WILL. If you've decided he's yours, then he's yours. All you
need to do now is implement that. Wrestle with Will. It's a very simple way
of asserting your dominance over him."

"I'd like that..." Tom mused, grinning.

"And if he loses, spank him. That's how I first ended up spanking Luke."

"I was wondering when we'd get to you giving him his first spanking," Tom
laughed.

"I'd mentioned when we started wrestling that the loser would get spanked,"
Hugh went on. "When I'd beaten him into submission and had him under me, my
face looking down at his, I said that I was going to spank him now and that
he was going to let me. He didn't answer. He just looked at me, and there
was a look on his face I couldn't describe. It's priceless watching someone
giving in like that, seeing the change taking place. Somehow it's getting
there that's much more of a kick for me, not yet having fully achieved it,
know what I mean?"

"Hard for me to say," Tom answered. "Haven't had it yet."

"YET," Hugh emphasised.

"Okay, fair enough. But I haven't even witnessed it."

"Would you like to?" Hugh asked, looking back at his phone.

"To witness it? What exactly would I be witnessing?" Tom asked carefully.

"I can get Luke to come over. You can meet him, and if you feel like it you
can ask him anything you want. You might find it quite enlightening."

"So you wouldn't actually be 'doing' anything?"

"Well... that's kind of up to you. Not unless you want us to. You'll see
that he does whatever I tell him to."

"What happens if he doesn't?" Tom laughed.

"That doesn't happen. He does as he's told. That's not to avoid a spanking,
because I spank him more or less every time we meet, provided we're
somewhere private. He just accepts that I make the decisions, and he's
happy with that and goes along with it."

"So you meet up, spend time together, he does what you tell him and you
spank him every now and then?"

"Well, that's just part of it. He tends to any physical needs I have, and
obviously he's keen to accept anything I give him, be it sperm or
sweat. That includes fucking him."

"And he's really not into men?"

"No, he really isn't. But he'll do whatever it takes to make sure I get
what I want. It wouldn't enter his head to defy me."

As Hugh was talking he took his smartphone out of his back pocket and
started playing with it.

"Shall I see what he's doing and get him to come over?"

"Depends on what you're going to do..." Tom answered. "I'm not sure if I
want to watch you fuck him."

"I wasn't planning to," Hugh laughed. "But if you wanted me to, I would. I
don't normally share him with anyone, but you're not just anyone. So if you
want to go off into the bedroom and make him submit to you sexually, I'd be
OK with that."

Tom looked at his older cousin and started to laugh. But when he saw the
look on Hugh's face, he saw that he was serious and stopped laughing.

"Oh... you really would let me fuck him. That's... er..." Tom drifted off
into thought, wondering about whether he'd want to fuck Will. Something
about it appealed to him, and he realised that it was the fact that Will
would have to let Tom fuck him if Tom decided that it was going to happen.

"Well?" Hugh insisted.

"I'm not sure. I mean... thanks for letting me fuck him and all that. But
if I was going to fuck another man, it would be Will."

"It WILL be Will," Hugh corrected him, laughing.

"Er... yeah..." Tom started to laugh, too. "So I suppose I don't need to
pump Luke full of my seed. I can save it for Will."

"He'll be needing it. You watch how he changes once he starts getting your
stuff on a regular basis. Mark my words... I saw how it changed Luke, and
so did he."

"How?" Tom asked.

"He became even more confident and assertive than he'd been to start
with. He noticed an increase in physical strength and endurance, the
biggest change being the sex with his girlfriend. And she noticed it too,
apparently. Luke even said that it brought about a change in her. There are
theories about being able to pass it on, to make someone else benefit
indirectly. I suppose it's a bit like how you pass on a virus. But it could
happen on a social level. If Luke suddenly appears more alpha-like and with
enhanced integrity, maybe she'll appreciate him even more and strive to
better herself. Who knows?"

"I don't remember reading that bit," Tom frowned.

"Whatever. Look, shall I get him to come over?"

"Er...  yeah..." Tom had to admit he was curious to see it happening now
that he'd read and heard so much about it. And the chance to watch his
cousin asserting absolute control over a confident, masculine, straight
police officer, who he'd made his property, was too good to pass up.

Hugh dialled the number and waited for Luke to answer. When he did, Tom
could hear the sound of Luke's voice on the other end of the phone without
being able to make out what he was saying. The voice sounded masculine and
self-confident. Tom's curiosity got the better of him and he leaned forward
across the table towards his cousin. When Hugh noticed this, he turned his
phone slightly to enable Tom to hear Luke.

"So where are you now?" Hugh asked.

"Out jogging, Sir."

"With the shorts on that I told you to wear?"

"Of course, Sir. I've stopped wearing the knee-length ones, like you
instructed."

"Good boy. I don't want you hiding those beautiful legs of yours."

"Thank you, Sir."

"How far are you from my place?"

"About a ten-minute jog, Sir."

"OK. Listen, I want you to come over. Now. In those shorts."

"OK, Sir. I'll change course and head straight for your place."

"Good boy. There's someone here I want you to meet."

There was a moment's silence on the other end of the line, Luke's panting
as he jogged was all Tom could hear. Hugh jumped in.

"It's nothing to worry about. It's my cousin, we're close, and it's all
good. He's one of the most discrete people you'll meet, in case you're
worried."

"OK, Sir. I trust you. I'm already on my way. I'll be there in about ten."

Hugh ended the call and turned his attention back to his tea.

"This is quite a thing for Luke. You'll be the first person to know about
my ownership of him, and you'll be the first to see it in action. Neither
of us were really expecting this to happen, so he's obviously a bit
cautious. Mentioning the thing with Will would get him to relax, but you
might not be ready for that yet. Maybe we could just say that I've finally
had 'The Talk' with you and that you're interested in seeing who I own?"

"Yeah... that sounds fair enough," Tom answered. "And if I feel like
mentioning Will, I can."

"Right, I'll leave that up to you. And if you do decide you'd like to have
a bit of fun with Luke, just find a way of letting me know. You're the one
person I don't mind lending him to. Doesn't matter what it is... you can
get him to kneel before you and lick your feet... take him off into my
bedroom and fuck him or you can put him over your lap and spank him."

"You'd let me do all that to him?"

"There's more than that," Hugh laughed. "But I hardly think I need to give
you a run-down of all the stuff you could do to him. All you need to know
is that he'll comply as long as he knows that I've authorised it."

"Yeah..." Tom thought for a moment. "I think I'm just happy with getting to
meet the person you took ownership of."

"For all we know, he and Will may even know each other," Hugh mused. "If
not, we could introduce them at some point."

Tom smiled wryly. He hadn't been sure how his cousin would react to what he
had come here to tell him this evening, although he had doubted that there
would be an all-out negative reaction. Now, here he was waiting for Luke to
arrive, the entirely straight white police officer who had become the
property of his cousin.

"Do you want another one?" Hugh asked, nodding at Tom's empty mug.

"Er... won't Luke be here in a minute?"

"That's a point," Hugh nodded. "We'll wait for him to get here and he can
see to it."

Just then the doorbell from downstairs rang.

"That was quick," Tom commented. "He's a fast jogger."

"No wonder with legs like that," Hugh laughed, getting up to go to and
activate the door opener downstairs.

Hugh opened the door to the flat, and from the kitchen Tom could hear
through the open door the sound of someone striding up the stairs with
confidence, two or three steps at a time by the sound of it.

"Evening, Sir," a manly voice said. Tom heard the sound of a hand slapping
bear flesh. He automatically got up and went towards the door to the
hall. He was met by the sight of a tall, muscular man standing with his
back to him. He was wearing a t-shirt that fit his muscular body very
well. He was also wearing very short green running shorts that revealed his
entire legs, right up to his hairy upper thighs. Tom saw a red handprint on
the back of Luke's right thigh and knew what had caused the slapping sound
he had heard. Luke certainly had fantastic legs, strong and powerful with
ample hair on them; a real man's legs. Slapping them seemed a good form of
greeting, as it enabled Hugh simultaneously to mark his territory. Tom
thought about slapping Will's upper thighs whenever they met and had to
smile at the idea of Will walking through school with Tom's red trademark
handprints on his upper thighs.

"Luke, I'd like you to meet my cousin Tom."