Becoming a Boy 55
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I got back to the frat after break. I remembered when Donor said he was getting back and I wanted to be around when that happened. I wasn't sure what his attitude would be, but I wanted to remind him he belonged to me. He'd had almost 10 days away and I had let him go home unlocked. I wasn't sure that was the right thing to do, but I had some sympathy for him and his pathetic begging was enough to make me feel sorry for his state, locked up at home with his brothers. I was hoping he still had some desire for submitting. He had gotten to a point of admitting he could submit to Ian, but I wanted to see if I could change his mind. I'd forced my way inside him before he left but wasn't sure that would be enough to keep him under my control. He might be wavering.
I hoped I had the balls to pull this off. I was pretty confident about my cock and my talk, I just didn't know if I would have the pull that Ian had, the way he had gotten in Donor's mind. I decided I would focus on Donor's interest in submitting. He had been doing that with that crazy girlfriend, he had an interest in getting himself tied up, and controlled. Letting him out of that cage may have been a mistake. If I had left it on for the break, he'd be here the second he got back to the frat, begging.
I stood in front of the mirror looking at my body. I was in pretty good shape. I didn't hit the gym anywhere near as much as Ian, but I was cool with that. I was not a full-on jock, I spent time on my brain more than my body. Pecs were decent, arms bigger than many, I lacked the body hair Ian had, but I wasn't into that on others, so it didn't bug me not having a huge amount. I had hairy pits and a bush around my dick, what other hair did a man need? I looked good.
I'd have Donor get rid of his body hair. I didn't need a furry boy. I'd work on that body of his too. I didn't mind his pudginess, but I'd change it in some way, show him he would bend to my will in some manner, if I got the chance. I might check with him on what I want to do with it, or I'll make him tell me what he wants, then give it to him whether he enjoyed it or not. I set the chastity device out on my desk and left it there. I wanted it clear if Donor came by here that I would use it. I wanted him to see his device. I could take him down and put it on him if I wanted to force the issue, but I wanted him to ask for it.
I grabbed my shave kit and headed to the bathroom. Someone was in one of the showers but I didn't know who. I started in by shaving. I stripped off my gym shorts and t-shirt and stood in front of the mirror I wrapped a towel around my waist and put the shave cream on my face and went to work cleaning my face of the stubble. I heard the water stop in the shower and when I glanced to the background in the mirror I saw Tim. I looked him over as he reached for his towel and saw something new. A fucking chastity device. I turned around to look at him directly. He blushed immediately as he saw my eyes drift down to his plastic cage.
"Looks like you got something nice for Christmas," I said. It only made him blush more. He still said nothing. He just continued drying himself off.
"I'm speaking to you boy," I told him. "Answer me when I speak to you."
"Ian locked me up for Christmas," he mumbled.
"Bet you're horny by now," I observed. "You just let him do it or you fight him on it?"
"I let it happen. It was what he wanted, so I decided I wanted it too."
"Good thinking, Timmy. Giving your man what he wants."
"You hear from Donor over the break?" Timmy asked.
"Other than a nice text thanking me for unlocking his dick, nope, that was it," I admitted.
"You want him to be your faggot?" he asked.
"I'll see what happens. I'd like to see if I can break him down. I admire what Ian has done with you," I told him. He blushed again. "If he sees you in lockup, it might help me get him back in his cage."
"Yes, Zach. I'll try to make sure he sees my cage."
"Good boy." He knew I wanted that to happen. "Will you be staying in your room again now?"
"I'm not really sure. I need to check with Ian. I hadn't thought much about it. I've been sleeping with him the whole break, either at his folk's place or at my folk's place."
"Yeah, I figured that you wouldn't be in my room. I'll miss that mouth if I don't get to use it again."
Timmy lowered his eyes so they didn't meet mine. Such a fag reaction, totally visible with what he wanted. He'd suck me off in a flash if he knew what Ian's reaction would be. Timmy finished drying off and wrapped his towel around his waist. He looked like he was headed back to his room.
"No shaving, Timmy?" He blushed again.
"No, Zach, I don't really need to do that anymore." He looked closely at his face, ran his hand around his chin and face. "I've had most of my hair removed with laser treatments. It saves a lot of time in getting ready."
I just grinned at him and he lowered his eyes again. Ian had made him into a real good fag. Obedient and submissive to Ian's wishes. A smooth muscled jock sub-boy. Fucking hot.
I got back to my room and got dressed. I pulled on the panties that Ian preferred. They looked a bit stretched with the chastity cage around my dick, but not horribly noticeable. They still held everything in place. I grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them on. I was going to need to buy more pants if my butt kept getting bigger. I squeezed everything into the jeans and buttoned and zipped them up.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my hands over my chest. I had seen changes since I had been on the training program Ian designed. I no longer looked like a swimmer. My body had changed. I knew I was slower in practice. I was going to have to decide whether to swim anymore or not. I thought back to the guys who had hassled me in the locker before break. Now that I was locked up, they would really have something to hassle me about. I wasn't sure how I'd deal with it, if a couple of them decided to hassle me too much. I'd give in to their desires or my horniness. I'd be on my knees or bent over in the shower. My cock started to swell in my cage thinking about sucking off the swim team. I should ask Ian what I am supposed to do. I liked my swimming, or at least I had for what seemed like forever. Now it didn't seem so important. I could skip it, if I needed to do that. I needed to ask Ian a lot about the new semester. I couldn't imagine him not having an opinion on all the questions I had. Being away from the frat was nice, I didn't have to worry about anything school related.
There was no sign of Donor yet. I slid into a t-shirt and checked myself again in the mirror. I didn't need a belt anymore for the pants. They stayed up on their own and weren't going to fall over my ass. The t-shirt was tight and showed off my huge nipples and bigger pecs. I looked sort of slutty I thought, but it was what Ian wanted. Thinking about that made my dick throb and try to get hard. That just bothered me. I readjusted my cage and tried not to think about it. I slid on some shoes and headed over to Ian's room. I knocked at the door.
"Come in, Timmy," I heard him say. How did he know it was me?
"Hi Sir," I greeted him as I entered the room.
I walked over to his desk where he seemed to be working on something. Maybe it was for Johnson, it couldn't be homework. I kneeled and sat on my haunches next to him. He nonchalantly reached over and rubbed my head.
"S'up, boy?" He looked down at me and was smiling. It made me smile back and think how I loved his attention, how this was what I wanted, had wanted for a long time in my life, to be a man's boy.
"May I ask some questions, Sir? I have a lot of stuff I am not sure about anymore." He chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Yeah, go ahead boy. Let's hear them."
"Where am I going to be sleeping now, Sir? In my room? In Zach's room? In your room?" I asked the last question with a lot of hope. I wanted to be in here at night. Ian looked down at me still smiling.
"Mostly you'll be in here, Timmy. Your pussy is going to need a lot of attention. You're going to be horny all the time, but I'm not changing anything. I'm still going to fuck girls and when I do, you won't be here, much anyway."
I wasn't sure what that meant but I was happy to know I'd be here with Ian in his space.
"What am I supposed to do if you have a woman here for a long time like a few days? Do I have to hang with Donor? I'm not sure I am ready for that."
"What are you really asking, Timmy?" Ian returned a question.
"I am getting horny. It's crazy," I told him. "Now, all I think about is cock. Am I allowed to get fucked by other people to deal with it, if you're busy, I mean? Do I let Zach fuck me? What if Donor wants to fuck?"
"No. You know the rules, Timmy. You don't just go out and get fucked. You belong to me, and I take care of your needs. We both know that your sex organ is your pussy now and I am going to take responsibility for fucking it and giving you some pleasure."
"Yes, Sir," I sighed. The only dick I'd be getting was what Ian gave me. I liked the idea of that, but I knew from the past few months men would try and take advantage of the fact I have a hard time saying no. Especially now that I was locked up all the time, they'd see me as a complete fag, owned and ready for their use. Plus, I'd be truly horny trying to get off and I would need dick.
"Sir, men are going to see me more and more as some sort of fuckboy. Now that I am locked up, that will just be clearer that I think about their dicks. I'm not good at saying no to them," I tried to explain.
"What I'm hearing, Timmy is that you want to get fucked and behave like a slut. You want to run around fucking everyone's cock. No supervision, just slutty behavior."
"Noooo, that's not what I mean, Sir." This discussion was not going the way I wanted it to go. What DID I mean? "I don't want to be a slut, but I kinda look like one when I look in the mirror. I know that you like looking at me dressed this way, with uhm, you know, the changes you've made in me, I just want to know what to do if I'm at swim team and something happens. I need to know how to not be a slut," I told him. "I need to know when it's okay to suck a guy off and when I shouldn't."
"Look, Timmy," Ian started, "you need cock now. I get that. I unleashed your inner fag. Now sucking and fucking is who you are. But you belong to me, Timmy. You do what I say and you do what I want you to do. You don't do what you want, you don't do what other men want all the time. You are never going to run out of dick to suck, Timmy. I'll make sure you get plenty, if I am not giving it to you. I locked up your cock to try to keep some of that under control."
"I know I know, Ian, Sir. You want the control over me. I get that, but you've locked me up and are re-making me into what you want me to be. How do I do that and still be me? If I go to the swim team, all the guys will understand that I'm a locked boy, that I am your fag. I don't know if I can handle that. They will tease me with their cock and hassle me with stuff they say."
"Timmy, do you want to be my boy?"
"Do you want my cock?"
"Yes, Sir," I replied again.
"Do you want to please me?"
"Yes, Sir, I want those things."
"Then buck up boy. Pull it together. You need to be proud that you belong to me. I'm proud to have you as my boy, you need to feel the same about me. You need to feel comfortable presenting yourself out in the world as mine and carrying yourself the way I see as best for you. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. I want you locked, so you should be happy knowing I'm pleased."
I didn't fully like the answers he was giving me. I mean I liked being his boy, and knowing he was pleased, but I wanted to be able to suck cock. Not EVERY cock, but some cocks. The swim team guys, the frat brothers. Why was it wrong for me to have some fun, but he could have all the sex he wanted? Was all of my horniness the result of getting locked up?
"I'm not sure I should stay on the swim team, Sir." I decided to change topics.
"What do you mean, I thought you enjoyed swimming. The cage thing bothering you?
"No," I told him. "Well, yeah, but that's a different issue." He laughed. "I don't have the swim body anymore Sir. My body has changed in the last 4 months." I stood up and turned around in a circle to show him what I meant. Maybe he would get it. "I don't have a swimmer's build. The coach thought I had been taking `roids and one of the guys on the team told me my bubble ass would cause me to float too much in the water."
Ian laughed he really seemed to enjoy the thought of my ass floating in the water.
"Okay, Timmy, point taken. You're right. I did change your workouts and you really put effort into them. You have changed your body and it's showing improvements, to the body I want to see. I guess I didn't think about in terms of your swimming. I can be focused on achieving my goals at times."
"Look," he continued, "if you are not going to be a help to the team with swimming then I get why you'd not be interested in continuing. You have plenty to do without being on a sports team. Your chores aren't going to change here. You still need to oversee laundry and cleaning this room, you'll take care of my needs, you will be going to the gym for your workouts, and there's probably class and homework to think about."
"I think I'll quit this week then, Sir. I can't see being helpful anymore to the team."
"Hmmm, what did you say? Repeat that, Timmy."
"I said I didn't think I'd be of much help to the team anymore because of how my body has changed."
"Ya know, you could probably be of more help in some ways. The more I think about what you just said, the more I can see a point to you sticking with the team."
"What do you mean Sir?"
"I think you're right Timmy, you do need cock. I think you need to talk to coach, see if you can be team manager, you know, towel boy that sort of thing."
My mind was racing. He wanted me to become the towel boy, the manager. It meant admitting to everyone I couldn't be on the team and having to watch them work out, compete, and be swaggering butch swim team guys, while I picked up after them.
"Yeah," Ian continued, "I like the idea of you as the team manager. In fact, if you do that, I'll let you suck them off all you want. You can really serve the team AND get some of the dick you need."
Ohmigod. Ian wanted me to be the team bitch. I swear my little locked dick immediately was ready to burst my cage. My nipples felt electric at the idea, but I was also horrified that I found the idea exciting. Stephens and Jackson could use my mouth.
"I don't know, Ian, uhm Sir. I mean, I still have the chores and homework to do. And what if they want to fuck me?"
"No, Timmy, I've made up my mind for now. You need to stick with the team for now. You want cock and I'm guessing those guys can find a use for your mouth. No ass though for now, boy. Your ass is still only mine unless you hear specifically otherwise from me. Let me know if any of them try to get inside my pussy."
"Nope, don't argue boy, it isn't becoming of you to disagree with me."
Aarrrgh! Now I had suddenly been made towel boy by Ian. I hadn't even told the coach I was quitting and Ian has decided I need to be towel boy for the swim team I used to be on. He knew it would be a total demotion and humiliation for me. I needed to shut up and just not say anything about my life to anyone.
"So, I want to hear about the cocks you suck, Timmy. You remember those dicks, boy and you come back and tell me about them. I want to watch your face as you talk about them, try to see what this does for you. I want to know if you enjoy being the team slut."
The thought of sucking off the team turned me on at the same time it scared the hell out of me. I had seen these guys dicks for a good long time during practices, during the season, but I'd never seen them in the same way I had seen them since I was broken down by Ian. I wanted to suck them off at the same time I didn't want to be seen as a faggot by them.
I wasn't really interested in hearing about the dicks Timmy would be sucking, but I wanted to see if he was more invested in being a slut than being my boy. I wanted to know if he was becoming my boy or becoming a whore. I wanted him to tell me about his activities so I could check his voice tone, his look, see if it was more interesting to him than my cock. This wasn't about him really, but about my happiness. If him sucking other dicks made him more attentive to me, then I'd figure it out.
I knew I had brought him to this point. I had drug him from his closet and made him into a faggot. Being a slut seemed to go with that to a certain extent. I'd keep an eye on his behavior and check him if I needed to do so. My guess was that he'd grow tired of being the team cocksucker and beg to get out of the duty. Yet there was a bit of me that wondered if I was making a mistake letting him do this.
He looked scared about his new duties, good. He should be. He'd be putting out for all his old buddies. I sent him on back to his room. I had work to do. It was absolutely a huge trip being in absolute control of Timmy. I'd never thought about owning a person's mind so completely. The more control I got, the better I liked it. Knowing Timmy would do what I wanted, change for me because I said to change. It got me half hard just thinking about how he was like a puppy waiting for my next word or touch. Reminded me of how I ran a lot of lives at the farm.
Johnson had me working on a lot of things these days. He seemed to enjoy dumping off stuff on me while I was around. Not that I minded. I found the work interesting to say the least. I was working on several boys, making sure the training was what was needed. I was exploring the finances that Johnson had. That was amazing on its own. I had no idea running a fag farm could bring in so much money. But there was a need for this, it seemed. Getting the boys trained, getting them mentally ready to become someone's fag, or training them the way their owners wanted them trained. The actual farm brought in cash too, but not to the extent the fags did.
Now that I was back in town, I need to spend more time out there. I needed to keep an eye on the boys Johnson had assigned to my management. If they were boarding, I needed to check in with their man who had put them at the farm. I needed to maintain the relationship with the customers. If the boy was there on a self-placement, and there weren't many, then I needed to try to find a match among the men who were waiting for a fag in their home. That was always a challenge to get those matches right. Some required attitude adjustments to the boys first, other time it required physically changing the boy to match the man's needs. Stripping the fag of all hair, stretching the hole, increasing pec size, or implanting tits. Everyone had their own fetish it seemed.
I made some calls, checking on the fags as well as their men. I checked the spreadsheets on google docs where the fags who needed monitoring were tracked by the studs on the farm. If there was a measurement that could be made it seemed that someone wanted it tracked on one or another of the fags. Dick size, chest size, arm strength, food intake, ass size, everyone was different and so we kept records of the improvements people wanted.
I was going to need Timmy around handling cleaning and food if I am going to be able to handle the farm workload and the last semester at school.
I went back to my room when Ian finished talking to me. He had stuff to do he said. I wasn't sure what but I knew better than to hang around if he was busy. I'd just bug him. I lay down and must have dozed off. The next thing I hear is someone coming into the room. I sat up with a start. It was Donor returning from break.
"Hey," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Hey," he said back sounding disappointed.
"How was break?" I asked.
"Not bad. A little weird at times, but it was family, so..."
"Yeah, family can be weird."
"Yeah. Uhm, Tim, I just..well, I just want to say I'm sorry for being an asshole."
That was nice to hear. He had really been rude before break. I knew that Zach had locked his dick up and I wondered if it still was locked. Maybe that was pushing the desire to apologize.
"Well, thanks, Donor."
"No, I mean it. I'm sorry. I was jealous. Jealous of what you had, well, have with Ian. I wanted, well I mean I use to spend a lot of time with him and when he started spending time with you, well it made me jealous. I didn't know why." His head hung low and he was mumbling.
"Donor, you don't need..."
"Yes, I do," he said interrupting me. "I need to say this. I wanted what you had with Ian. I didn't get that. I was just mad. Zach, well, Zach kinda made me realize I did it because I was jealous of Ian spending time with you, giving you, you know, giving you his cock."
I was stunned. Donor wanted Ian? He wanted to get fucked?
"Donor, I had no idea."
"Yeah, well, I didn't either, but I was jealous that Ian chose you, but I get it. You're hot looking. You have a good body. You've gotten all big and muscled. I'm, well, I'm not like that. I'm not as good looking as you. I get why he chose you. I just reacted poorly. I'm sorry."
He just stood there not looking at me, but he seemed done saying whatever he needed to say. Now he was waiting for me to say something. It had less to do with how I looked than how easy it had been for Ian to convince me to suck him off. I doubt Donor had been as easy to convince.
"Donor, you look fine. I'm sure if you like guys, you can find someone to like you back."
"I don't know much anymore, Tim. I'm not sure if I'm gay or whatever. I just guess I liked Ian and his, I don't know, the way he carries himself? It's hard to figure out. But it doesn't make what I did to you excusable."
Donor had gotten into Ian's personality, his alpha personality. Wow. That was pretty intense for Donor to say that. I wasn't sure about the other stuff. I didn't think of myself as good looking or anything like he was saying. I think Ian chose me because I did what he said before anyone else did. I went looking for Ian when he started in with me. I guess in a way I had made the choice, I didn't think of it that way at the time, but yeah, I could see it now.
"Are you still locked up?" I asked Donor. "I mean, I saw that video of Zach locking you up before break."
"No," he replied looking up at me. I think he was surprised I had seen the video. "Did Ian show you the video?"
"Yeah. I guess he liked it," I confessed. I figured I might as well show Donor now, get it out of the way.
"What do you mean?"
I started removing my pants, then my thong, showing Donor my locked dick.
"Whoa! Ian locked your dick up? You let him do it?"
"I didn't feel like I had an option," I said. "I mean, Ian kinda decides what happens with us. I don't really make many decisions."
"Right," he said still staring at my dick. I think Donor might have been getting a hard-on, he adjusted his junk through his pants.
He finally broke his staring at my dick and looked back up at my eyes. "Does it make you horny? Do you like it? How long do you have to wear it?"
I looked at him and he seemed serious. He wasn't making fun of me or laughing.
"I don't know how long it will be on. He hasn't said. It really didn't occur to me to ask for how long. He was clear I would wear it and he hasn't given me any idea if it will come off anytime soon," I explained "Otherwise, I guess I don't mind it, but I wouldn't say I like it exactly, it can get painful at night sometimes. As far as being horny, it makes me really aware that I am always horny. Every time anything excites me, I feel the cage. I didn't pay much attention to that before. I guess my dick wasn't what I thought about much, but now, I realize how often I was getting hard, so yeah, I guess in that way it makes me feel horny." I paused a moment and realized I had been rambling. "Is that too much?" I asked.
"No, I get it, I think. When Zach had the cage on me, all I thought about was getting it off. It was only like 3 days but still. How long have you been in it now?"
I had to think a minute, how long had it been? "Uhmmm, six, no it's been seven days. A full week," I said. Even I could hear a tone in my voice indicating excitement. I'd been locked for a week already.
"Wow! How do you do it if it makes you horny?"
"Duh, Ian fucks me regularly, or he has so far," I blushed. "It takes the edge off, and I already came once while he was fucking me, so that was nice."
"Huh, how'd that work?" he asked. "I mean, you can't get hard."
"I don't know," I told him honestly. "I just could feel something inside my ass and then I was cumming. It was pretty intense," I admitted.
"But, how did you know you wanted it locked up?" he asked.
"Donor, I never wanted it locked up. I didn't ask to be locked up. I had no idea it would happen. Ian just gave it to me at Christmas. It was a wrapped present," I told him remembering the unwrapping like it was just a few minutes ago. "My parents watched as I opened it. Then they encouraged me to go try it on. My parents know I'm locked and they liked the fact Ian gave me the cage."
My face was fucking hot. I could tell I must be completely red. I couldn't believe I told Donor. Shit. Who knew what he'd do with that knowledge. He'd already called me a variety of names and talked to people about me.
"So, you didn't choose to be locked up?" he asked.
"No, it wasn't my decision. He bought me the cage and gave it to me. He wanted me locked up. My parents fucking supported him. They encouraged me to put it on right then," I explained again. "He wanted me locked so I had to do it. He runs my life, Donor. He's in charge."
"That's fucking hot," he said.
I thought about it and I had to agree. I thought it through and heard myself speaking it and I realized how much of a fag I was. I was owned and locked. I could see how someone would think it was hot.
"He owns you," Donor said as I was thinking it. "Do you like being owned?"
I could feel my face heat up again. I knew I was red in the face. I couldn't believe I was having this conversation. Would I have to have it over and over as people learned I was locked up and owned? I was not going to do this with the swim team. I was going to go right to coach and ask if I can be manager, towel boy, whatever it was called, but I was not going to show my cage to them to start the process. No way. I didn't want this conversation again. In the meantime, I needed to answer Donor.
"I like it. I like knowing if I do what Ian says, he is happy. I didn't know what I wanted, but I like what I have now. I'm a fag, Donor. I'm a fag and Ian owns me. I like it." I admitted.
"Whoa. Okay, okay."
"What? I tell you all that and all you say is okay?"
"I'm just surprised to hear someone admit they like being owned. You're lucky you have Ian. He's pretty hot. I mean, if you think about being owned, you know, Ian would be a good person to own you."
"You like the idea of being owned, don't you?" I confronted him.
"Not sure," he said. "I'm not gay, I don't think."
"Yeah, well, Ian isn't gay either, whatever gay means. It's just a word. I'd never done anything remotely "gay" until Ian got me doing him. I belong to Ian, I like how he makes me feel, how my life makes his life better. It's scary but I like being told what to do, to be what he wants me to be and what it means."
"Yeah, but I fuck girls."
"Or they fuck you," I shot back. "Go ask Zach to lock you up again," I told him. "Find out."
"Why don't you suck me off?" he challenged.
"Already did that," I replied. "It was okay, I've sucked better. Besides, Ian hasn't given me permission."
"Right. Gotta do what your man tells you."
"Yeah, he is my Man," I said. "He owns me. I try my best to do what he says. Maybe you need to do the same. You'd be happier I bet."
"I'm happy now."
"I've seen you in action, Donor. You like things a little rough. Your girlfriend worked you over."
I admit I was hassling him. I had seen his antics before and Ian had told me other stuff. I wondered how he would admit he wanted to be locked up again.
"Well, she isn't my girl anymore. I made sure of that during break. She was crazy," he said quickly. "That wasn't cool leaving me tied up like that."
"Yeah, I get it," I said sounding sympathetic. "So, this cage is a little like being tied up. I'm safe though. I can still do whatever I need to do, I'm just tied to Ian. It makes me think of him all the time cuz I'm locked and he holds the key."
"Kinda cool. I mean, you turned a lot over to him. You gotta trust him," Donor rambled.
"Yeah, I trust him. He's good to me. Keeps me busy, and I'm learning what he likes and doesn't like."
Donor adjusted his crotch again. My guess was he'd been thinking about stuff all break. I wonder what Zach made him do before break to get out of that cage. He wouldn't just let him out, not after all he went through to lock him up.
"Well, anyway," Donor started. "I need to go buy books for classes. I'm cool with you, Tim. I mean, you know, it's your life. I'll adjust to you being Ian's fag.
Whatever I thought, as he wandered off. He'd only made me think he was a bigger fag than me if he got the right person to lead him along.
Bingo. I was headed out the door and who do I see? Donor. He spotted me after I saw him, so he couldn't duck away and hide. He stopped briefly then continued heading towards the door.
"Hey, Donor. How was break?" I asked. I wanted to start this right, make him as comfortable as possible. See what he thought of over the break.
"Uhm, it was cool. Got to see the family, hang out, play vid games with my brothers. You know, just pretty chill."
"Yeah? Sounds nice. Definitely chill is best with family."
"Yeah, sometimes my Dad can be too much, but he was decent this year. Pretty much minded his business and stayed out of mine."
I grinned. I figured his Dad must be an alpha, he was always talking about how much money his dad made. Donor had no trouble spending it, but I also figured that caused Donor some issues. Knowing he had some daddy issues was a start.
"Where ya headed?"
"Uhm, to the bookstore. I need to pick up books for the semester."
"Hey, me too," I replied lying. I wasn't headed there before, but I would go now. I wanted to see what had been going on in his head, see if I could push some more. "We can grab that stuff and grab a drink after."
I heard a sigh but no reply. I took it as a yes. I'd get a yes out of him soon enough I figured. I could be charming when needed and assertive when I wanted.
We headed out the door and started walking, not in a hurry but not at a stroll either. We didn't say anything for a while. I was not sure how I wanted to guide the conversation. I knew where I wanted to go, but not sure how I wanted to get there. Eventually Donor spoke.
"So, thanks for, uhm, for taking that dick cage off before break. You didn't have to do that." Donor was looking off into the distance, not at me, sort of speaking while thinking of other stuff, or avoiding the discussion that would go with it.
"No problem, boy" I told him. "I'm not an evil man, I know there are times and places for everything."
I called him boy, I wanted him used to hearing me discussing his submission, even if it never repeated. If he wanted to take this some place, I'd be the one making some choices for him. He still didn't look at me, just kept walking hands in his coat pockets.
"It looked good on you," I told him. "I enjoyed seeing it there. I enjoyed having you beg me to take it off you."
That statement didn't get a response initially. Donor kept walking toward the bookstore. I wasn't going to let him ignore me, or what happened before the break.
"Look, I know this may be new to you, it's a little new to me," I confessed. "I liked what happened before the break. I'm up for taking this someplace. Whether you can admit it or not to yourself, you enjoyed it too."
Donor stopped walking and looked at me. Then he looked around to see who was nearby. He looked back and started talking finally.
"Zach, I'm not gay. I like girls. I've fucked a lot of girls. I've never done anything with guys until Jessica got me drunk and invited you in. Then you locked me up when she tied me up and you fucked me. You made me do that stuff so I could get unlocked." Donor was whispering loudly and he kept glancing around. "I'd never been fucked by a guy before."
"Yeah, I was the first," I told him. "You begged me, Donor. Remember that. You begged, I liked it and so did you."
He stood there on the sidewalk and looked at me and then at the ground. "I don't know," he said. He turned away and kept walking.
"Tell me what you liked Donor. Tell what you thought about over break." I had a feeling he'd spent the time thinking about how good it felt, how he'd begged me to fuck him, how he'd told me to cum inside him.
"I tried to not think about it," he said, walking and looking at the ground. "I tried to not think about your cock or how you fucked me or how I took your load."
Poor boy, he HAD been thinking about my dick all break. That was enough to harden me up as we kept walking. I'd be back inside that hole soon. I'd be making him a regular fuck and I'd turn that hole into my pussy. I wanted a regular fuck I could get when and where I wanted.
"That load I gave you kept you thinking didn't it. How you took it all and kept it in there. You soaked up all my DNA and I bet you ran back to your room and jerked that dick of yours a few times thinking how I took your cherry." He kept walking. "It's okay to say it, Donor. It has no bearing on whether you're gay or not. You just like submitting to people who are dominant."
"Doesn't getting fucked make me gay?" he whispered.
"No, it makes you a submissive," I told him. "You like submitting. You like it when a person takes charge and tells you what to do, uses you how they want. Your body responded to me because you enjoyed it. Don't label it, just accept it as true."
"Everybody labels it. You get fucked, you're gay," he whined.
"Then let me label it. If you submit to me then you are my submissive, my boy. I don't care if you are straight or gay or bi, it makes no difference to me, as long as you submit yourself to me." I explained. "The only question you want to ask yourself Donor is, `Did I like what Zach did to me?'"
Donor turned around and started walking again. I caught up and we walked to the bookstore without talking. I wondered if he could wrap his head around being a submissive boy as opposed to a gay man. He might need encouragement, he might simply run from the attention. I thought his reaction leaned towards acceptance. He loved what I did with him, he just needed more encouragement.
We stepped into the bookstore and Donor headed to the book aisles, skipping the college clothing and notebooks and stuff. I pulled out my list of stuff I needed and started gathering up my own books. I stuck close to Donor not wanting him to get too far away from me. I glanced around, the place had a good number of people shopping of course, classes started soon. I caught up to where Donor was bent over sorting through a stack of textbooks. I glanced quickly to see who was around then reached out and grabbed his ass. I rubbed my hand up and down his crack and grabbed that big fleshy ass. He jumped and stood up, looking at me like he was surprised.
"Stop it," he said. "We're in the fucking bookstore."
"Don't tell me what to do, Donor," I replied. "That ass is mine, you know it. I busted your cherry and planted my seed. It's been growing in there since before break. Now, you need me to water it with another load."
I stuck my hand back on his ass and massaged it. Donor craned his neck to see who was watching. His face was red with embarrassment. I slid my hand up to his lower back and continued rubbing then slid my hand under the shirt he had on that wasn't tucked in. It was tough to tell what I was doing if you happened to be in the store. Donor had a jacket on, my hand was under his jacket but the view wasn't much. I slid my hand down the back of his pants and rubbed his ass again. He jumped but couldn't pull away too much since my hand was in his pants.
"Shit, stop that," he whispered. "Please, don't do that here."
"I like hearing that, Donor, using `please' in your statement," I stated.
I moved my hand under his boxers and slid a finger toward his crack. He reached around behind and grabbed my wrist. I moved in behind him and grabbed his arm.
"Don't stop me Donor," I whispered in his ear. "I'm just going back for more of what belongs to me."
He dropped his arm, he gave in, following my order. I backed up a bit but left my hand in his pants. I moved my finger to his crack and rubbed that hole of his. He made a little noise as I tapped at it with my middle finger. His face continued to glow with heat. To anyone in the store we were just standing there next to each other looking at books. To Donor I imagine it was scary as hell because my fingers were starting to spread that crack and tap that hole. His face was turning redder, as if it were really cold outside and he had rosy cheeks from the cold. His hands reached out to the bookshelf to support himself as I entered his hole with my finger. I almost laughed at his response to hold onto something as I pushed at his cunt. Interesting word, but that is what came to my mind.
"You want more, don't you Donor?" I told him.
"Yeah, I think so," he whispered so low I could barely hear it.
"Good. That's what I wanted to hear. I think you do too. I'm going to pull my finger out of your ass and you are going to suck it, here and now. Don't question me, just do it," I instructed.
I pulled my finger out of his ass and glanced at it. It was clean, which meant either he had cleaned his ass up or he just was pretty clean naturally. I stuck it up to his face. Donor looked around the store and realized no one was paying any attention to us in any serious manner. He stuck his tongue out, licked, then quickly swallowed my finger with his mouth. I left it there a few seconds and pulled it out.
"Good boy, that wasn't difficult, was it?"
"No," he agreed.
I brushed my hand across the front of his pants. His dick was hard. His face had lost some of the blush.
"Yeah, just as I figured. You're hard. You loved it."
"I don't get it."
"Stop trying to think it through too much boy. You just love the idea of being someone's toy. Doesn't matter who is doing it. Could be me, could be Jessica. You get rock hard when doing what someone else wants. All you need to understand is you love it and need it. Now get the rest of your books. We have other things to do," I told him.
We got to the cash register and set the books on the counter. The woman rang up my books. It totaled close to 200 dollars. She announced the exact amount. Then we all just stood there for a few seconds. Finally, I looked over at Donor.
"Come on boy, cough up your credit card," I said to him. "You don't expect me to buy these, do you?"
He looked at me and blushed only slightly. He didn't say anything but he reached for his wallet and pulled out his card. The cashier instructed Donor to slide the card into the slot.
"That's so nice of him to buy your books," she said.
"Yeah, he's a good boy," I replied. He blushed immediately.
The process was repeated with Donor's books. The cashier bagged them into two bags and I waited until Donor figured out he was carrying both bags. He hadn't said anything. Probably a bit taken back by everything that had happened. We headed out the door me leading the way and walked back to the frat house.