Date: Tue, 10 Apr 2018 17:36:55 +0100 From: Dt Gt Subject: Nephew owns me pt4 If you like the stories here and have some spare cash then please donate to nifty. Let's keep the world filthy. Thanks to everyone for the feedback on the last part. Apologies for my slowness with this one, it's been a little busy here. Nephew Owns Me pt 4 Conscious of dress codes I chose a trendy but accessible place I'd been to a couple of times. As I recall the crowd was youngish, so I was comfortable we wouldn't stand out. We entered and approached the bar, which doubled as the desk, and tried to catch the eye of a server. After perhaps twenty seconds one of the barmen approached. I was about to speak when Jamie interjected. "Table for two please, mate," he said confidently to the barman. Befuddled momentarily but quickly regaining posture the barman replied, "Yes, sir." I felt my face flush for two reasons, one was the assertive way Jamie had taken control once again, demonstrating to both me and the barman who was in charge, and two was how quickly the barman accepted this, as if it was obvious even to him why, of the two of us, Jamie was in control. We were seen to our seats and the barman pulled his note pad from his apron, asking us our drinks. Jamie of course gave the order. "Bottle of your best champagne, we've got something to celebrate. He," gesturing to me, "has just started his new job." Jamie turned and gave me that perfect, shit eating smile that made me as weak as anything else about him. Looking down at the table I muttered, "Yes, that's right." "Congratulations," replied the barman, "I'll go get that for you." With that he departed for the bar. I lifted my head to regard Jamie. "Head down, cunt." He said sharply, but thankfully not too loudly. "I prefer you like that. You can look at me when I say you can, faggot." He continued. "It is a privilege and a reward, do not forget that." Shame faced, and aware that the situation would look odd to anyone watching, I remained with my head bowed. A few minutes passed like this, both of us in silence, when the barman returned with our drinks. He performed the short ritual of uncorking the bottle, and skillfully poured two flutes. "And are you ready to order?" he asked. "Yeah, drawled Jamie, who must have been reading the menu." I'll have fillet steak, medium rare, and he'll just have the crab cakes." "OK, sir," replied the waiter, "anything else?" "No, that'll do." said Jamie, firmly. I was in awe by how casually dominant he was, especially for his age. Not just with me, but with the barman as well. Obviously not in the same way, I don't believe Jamie was intending to dominate the barman, but I could sense that if he wanted to he could. He could have anyone he wanted. The barman departed. "You can look up now, pig." Said Jamie, and I immediately lifted my head. "Well, we have champagne, so let's have a toast." With that he reached across the table, picked up my glass and took a deep swig, holding it in his mouth. He then proceeded to swill it around, slowly and deliberately, maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. Then, dipping his head for a moment, he spat the contents of his mouth back into my glass, ensuring that a long trail of spit followed it in. Jamie then held the glass up to me. "There you go, pig." he said, and I nervously took the glass. "To your new life." He proclaimed, more loudly than he'd been before, and gestured with his eyes for me to drink. I glanced briefly down at the wine, it's surface glistening with Jamie's saliva. Then, raising it to my lips I let it spill into mouth. At that moment I felt the hard press, now familiar, of Jamie's foot on my groin, holding firm against my straining dick. I felt myself involuntarily push back against it, taking pleasure for a moment in both the physical sensation and what it implied. As soon as I'd emptied my glass his foot was removed. Our eyes hadn't parted the whole time, and Jamie had fixed me with a serious expression. "Good cunt." he said, and I felt my heart lift at this rare praise. I had done something good, though I didn't know what. The barman returned to inquire if we'd like a refill. "Yeah mate, go for it." replied Jamie, and the barman filled both glasses. "Eyes up, faggot." ordered Jamie. I saw that the barman had gone. Jamie produced from his pocket a small, clear plastic bag containing small, white pills. Deftly shaking one out, he held it between his finger and thumb. He then reached over and dropped it into my glass. It effervesced with a kind of tinkling sound in the long glass. "Drink up then cunt." said Jamie, and I felt the brush of his foot at my crotch. He winked at me and I lifted the glass and drank. Again the weight of Jamie's foot was pressing my dick and balls, harder now, and moving slowly up and down. I groaned gently as the last of the wine, now overpowered by a bitter taste that I remembered from my younger days was ecstasy, slipped from glass, to tongue, to throat. Jamie smiled at me, white teeth, fresh young face, who could look so innocent when he wanted. He pulled his foot from my crotch, leaving me aching and dripping precum into my pants. "It's gonna be a fun night." he said, and with that our food arrived. ----------------------------------------- We ate, or rather he did, in silence after that. Head bowed I picked at my food, but any appetite had left me. Whether it was my emotional state, the distraction of my cock straining and wet in my pants, or perhaps the first stirrings of the drug, I wasn't sure. It didn't matter, though, my feelings didn't matter to me. What mattered was that I was sat with my owner, and he was playing me like a fiddle. A different server came to take away our plates and Jamie asked for the bill. While the server was away fetching it Jamie snapped his fingers and said, "Head up. Wallet, bitch, now." I immediately looked up, pulling my wallet out as I did and handed it to him, though I was confused, since I knew it had no cash in it. The confusion was almost immediately dispelled as he pulled out my debit card instead. "PIN." he snapped again, and I stuttered out the four digits almost without thinking. The server returned with the bill, and a mobile card reader. Jamie glanced at the bill before inserting my debit card into the reader. After a few operations by the server he punched the four digits that controlled my bank account into the machine. I was rapt at this otherwise mundane moment. I was aware, by now, of the effects of the drug. They seemed to enhance how I was already feeling. This every day act to me felt like a fuck, like with every push of a button Jamie was jamming his thick teenage dick into me. My own dick was throbbing as the payment went through. The server left and, replacing the card, Jamie pocketed my wallet, as casually as he'd taken my cigarettes on the night of his sixteenth. It was a symbol of how much had changed in such a short time. My heart and dick raced eachother, and I must have been breathing quickly as Jamie turned to me. "I think we'd best get you home, hey cunt." Said Jamie, that slow, sweet but sadistic smile returning to his face as he took me in. "I've got to give you your reward." ------------------------------------ Apologies for the slightly shorter part, but it seemed like a natural place to cut before part five, which I expect to be long, with a lot of action. I've been looking forward to getting Jamie and Mike somewhere private, with their dynamic firmly established, so that I can really have some fun. That will hopefully go up soon. Feedback is, as ever, very welcome on bisub401@gmail.com