For Love of a Dream 11

FOR LOVE OF A DREAM - 11

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This story contains descriptions of sexual contact between males, both adults and teenagers. As such, it is homoerotic fiction designed for the personal enjoyment of legal, hopefully mature, adults. If you are not of legal age to read such material, if those in power and/or those whom you trust treat it as illegal, or if it would create unresolvable moral dilemmas in your life, please leave. Finally, remember that maturity generally demands safe sex.

CHAPTER 11

(Revisiting Chapter 10)

Commenting on Jason's funeral at the Cathedral in San Francisco, Nels, said, "People came all over the world, you know...a good third of those active in the humanoid research wing of bioengineering. At least, you got to meet Professor Ishikawa before he died."

"Oh, a bit more than that, my love," Steve murmured. "My father, who had met Jason through financial contacts, asked me to go with him to the funeral. I never told you, but it was there that I spotted you for the very first time. You were - and are - the most beautiful being on whom I have ever set my eyes." He bent down and softly pressed his lips against those of his husband.

(Concluding Our Story: Growing Up)

"Now, dear Nelson," Steven continued, "I have told you one of my secrets. Is it not fair that you share one of yours with me?" Nels mumbled something under his breath as he rose and removed a second bottle of the Chardonnay from the terra cotta cooler on a nearby table. Avoiding Steven's eyes, he opened it and poured for both of them. "Nelson!" Roberts exclaimed, a bit sharply. "I'm sure you realize that I love every aspect of your personality, scars included. Even more than this superb wine..." he added with a grin. "One's life is rather like a calf, you know, a calf who occasionally falls heavily against a barbed wire fence. The wound bleeds and it must hurt like hell. Though he grows into a magnificent animal, on occasion it still hurts. The fact remains that the scars on his hide add to his individuality...yes, his beauty...and, for some, his worth. Now relax and tell me of the incident that has come to your mind."

"Ok, Steve," Nelson murmured, reestablishing eye contact, but blushing slightly. When Kenny suddenly moved out of the room about halfway through the spring quarter, only a couple of weeks had passed since Jason's funeral. Frankly, that month knocked me for a loop. My school work suffered, my research adviser was really upset. After dark on several occasions, I drove into town, parked, and walked the streets well into the early hours. I found that I was become unbearably horny! Man! On several occasions, I even found some sheltered spots and jacked off several times before ever getting back to the dorm! Dangerous... To tell the truth, I wanted someone to appear and take charge of my life! I'd pay anything. And then I remembered something that my "Uncle" Jacob had said when I was last in New York. That is, he knew of a 'Master' living near San Francisco who was skilled in helping guys work through problems and with whom he would trust his own son. A couple of phone calls gave me his name, an address in the East Bay Hills above Oakland, and an invitation to talk with him by phone on the next evening. At first he appeared to be 'cool, calm, business-like, and somewhat... wooden'. When I mentioned Jacob's name, however, the atmosphere changed. I was 'family'. As we spoke, it became clear that he was interested, but wondered whether a bright twenty year old could possibly begin by taking a thoroughly submissive role and following his instructions without question or delay. When both of us were reasonably clear about what was involved, we arranged that I would spend the better part of four days at his home. Depending on how the work went, this might be the first of several sessions. On Friday after my last class, I drove up the Peninsula and across the Bay Bridge to Oakland, a blue-collar city opposite San Francisco."

Master Otto

"I found Master Otto to be a tall, thin, bearded, rather severe individual who appeared to have turned his back on material comforts in order to lead a life of austere self-discipline. After I had been shown to a small, almost cell-like bedroom with a toilet and allowed to see to my needs, I was led into a reception room, dark and devoid of all ornamentation. After a short wait, he appeared dressed in a simple dark robe and accompanied by a naked slave to whom he referred merely as "Peter". We discussed my background, my studies, and the way in which I saw homosexuality tearing me apart. When I emphasized my feeling that this involved an otherwise dominant personality that occasionally wanted (and needed) to be controlled and even hurt, he welcomed me as his student. Equipping me with 'safe' and 'slow' words, he spoke reassuringly of the light that could appear out of darkness and poured a libation for each of us into pewter tankards. On joining him in drinking deeply, I remembered nothing more...until I awoke sometime later.

Tightly secured and naked as the day I was born, I lay on a rough wooden table, my legs spread wide and raised well above my torso. After being thoroughly cleansed, every hair...every bit of down...on my body, other than the hair on my head, had been chemically removed. A heavy golden band, approaching an inch wide, had been fastened firmly around the very base of my thick penis and heavy scrotum, thus holding my genitals out from my body in a semi-erected state. Finally, I had been rubbed down with an oil of the finest quality until it had disappeared and my skin - devoid of tan lines - actually shone softly in the dim light. However strange it seemed, I had to admit that I felt at peace, full of energy, and ready to fight against my devils.

Suddenly, two muscular slaves - handsome, quite naked, and indicating by gesture that they could not speak - appeared and removed my bonds. Only my wrists were held behind me, tightly bound and held close to my torso with a thin leather cord. Before I could protest, let alone think, I was gagged and raised sharply into the air by chains fastened to metal rings. In turn, these had been attached to heavy straps around my ankles. Right! I was hanging upside down like a slaughtered food animal!

After hearing a heavy door open to my right and several adults enter the room, Master Otto began showing me off. Remarking that one of them would be given the next task in my slave training, he ran his hand over my body as he pointed out features of particular promise that he felt could be improved. Slave training? I twisted and turned and moaned around my gag in protest! A sharp slap to my genitals - which immediately reddened, erected to their full size and hardness, and began dripping precum - amused the onlookers, and convinced me that I had best remain motionless. In the next few minutes, lubricated fingers explored my anus, one of the men who expressed interest was invited to taste me; my heavy balls were separated in their sack and explored, and my mouth and nearly every visible muscle in my straining body were fingered and evaluated. Though relieved to see the onlookers depart, I had the feeling that Master Otto was only warming up!

At least I was relieved to be lowered to the ground and helped to sit in a chair - but not for long. The same kind of straps equipped with heavy metal rings that had been fastened to my ankles were fastened to my wrists. Additionally, I was never happier that I wasn't an anal virgin when the "boys" lubricated the thickest butt plug I had ever seen and, somehow, worked it deep into my rectum. As a final present, they chained my wrists and ankles - separated about as far as they would stretch - to heavy eye hooks set deeply in sliding sections of the cement ceiling and floor. (When suspended from the ceiling, I formed my own St. Andrew's [X-shaped] cross!) After supper, Master Otto removed the butt plug, but inserted a monstrously thick, slightly flexible dildo well up into my bowels. Patting my butt, he left for the night. (I learned only later that I was under constant observation - and a medical doctor who lived nearby had arranged to be available.)

I was also told that Master Otto returned to the dungeon around midnight. Ascertaining that I was still conscious, he lowered me to working height, and removed the dildo and gag. Noting neither blood nor any other sign of difficulty, he added lubrication before firmly grasping my hips, and ramming his substantial schlong deep into my body. Slowly beginning to push in and pull out, he gradually worked up to a vigorous "fucking speed". My cries pleaded for even greater depth and speed! After he had orgasmed, my bonds were removed and I was helped to my cell where I remained the night. Camera tapes established that I experienced heavy orgasms as I masturbated throughout the night.

My morning began with a vigorous massage administered by one of Master's slaves, breakfast, and a mild exercise session. Soon thereafter, Master appeared personally. On reporting that I felt a bit tired, however satisfied physically and psychologically, he commented that he now better understood my feelings as to where I was sexually. That is, he now saw my self (as others saw me) as a basically positive, dominating personality in intellectual, social, and sexual terms. On the other hand, there is also a deeply submissive streak within that personally that occasionally desired and needed to be dominated to the point of experiencing pain. Physical and psychological satisfaction of this aspect of my sexuality led to a level of well-being unobtainable in any other way. Finally, though age and physical condition were surely involved, I was an extremely sexual being. As Master Otto saw it, the goal was: 1) to accept the two, sometimes contradictory and sometimes complementary, aspects of my nature, 2) to become skilled in expressing each aspect, and 3) to become sensitive to my shifting needs/desires so as to respond appropriately before doing serious harm to self or other. Master Otto believed that he could help me achieve these three goals. Initially, he advised four additional sessions, payment for which had already been promised, did I wish to undertake them.

"Did you return to Master Otto for this additional work?" Steve asked. "Yes," I answered, "and it has helped. At least, I have had the energy for school work and relationships and more. After all, we met early in our third year of studies! The malaria vaccine that surprisingly resulted from that extra-credit Bio problem got me noticed at the University, as well as nationally and internationally. Beyond that, required courses plus a goodly number of individual credit courses and my demonstrated gifts in the technology and philosophy of humanoid robotics allowed me to graduate at the end of that year. Had I not freed up some energy, Steve, I would never have been accepted for a highly individualized doctoral program in Bioengineering under the auspices of the School of Medicine." Chuckling, Steve observed that he was surprised that they had accepted him under any conditions, especially when a required physical indicated that both his abdomen and his head were relatively impervious to X-rays! "Yeah," Nels agreed. "I think a couple of the faculty suggested that they might be endangered by an alien life form! Thank God that Professor Ishikawa was able to fashion some kind of explanation that was acceptable... at least to those who were open to an explanation. Or, maybe, it was just another instance of Stanford actually honoring its motto, 'Die Luft der Freiheit weht'." (German trans. from Latin: "The wind of freedom blows.") After all, the Farm has traditionally held that 'supported differences' provide the richest 'growing medium' for progress!"

SRI: The Sears Research Institute

Steven leaned well back in his chair, stretched, and relit his pipe. "Nels," he said, "each of us has three degrees from the Farm. Do you think it was worth eight years of our lives?" "Well, sir, I can only answer for myself," Nels replied, "but I look at it this way. We found each other at Stanford. That definitively answers the personal part of your question. It's also true that on his death, as in life, Jason took care of my material needs handsomely. Finally, the generous offer that I accepted for my father's 'financial services' business shortly after his death further strengthened my situation. There's one more really important point, but let me hold that off for just a moment.

"So, Steve... It seems to me that there is a good deal more to be said in answer your question. For instance, our finances allowed us to add an exciting social life to the fantastic education we gained on the Farm. Let's face it, Steve, with Stanford less than half an hour's drive from Hillsborough on I-280, the old mansion became 'party central'. Afternoon pool parties, that historic toga party that got a half page in the yearbook, several great dances, beer available on many Friday afternoons (by invitation only - and you didn't drive back drunk!)... Wow!" Steve responded: "True enough... I guess I'll never forget arriving home for one late spring event on that hill up by the forest. It was a beautiful day: blue skies, in the 80s but with low humidity. Simple refreshments... Perhaps a couple dozen classmates were enjoying the pool - and each other's arms - all au naturel! Men with men plus a few men with women and women with women...everyone relaxed as I had never seen such a mixed group in this country. Honestly, Nels, I don't think I've ever seen so many stunning bodies together in one place, before or since!" "Yeah," Nels laughed, "they grow 'em beautiful in California!"

"Let's not forget a central part of your answer," Steve exclaimed. Your Ph.D. and my combined JD/MBA (Doctor of Laws and Master of Business Administration) gave us the entry credentials necessary to establish a company that has grown into one of the outstanding institutions in the country, the Sears Research Institute. Your work as CEO (Chief Executive Officer) and mine as CFO (Chief Financial Officer) have laid the basis for entire third world countries to develop the resources - and the will - to feed and shelter their citizens...in peace. In the last fifteen years, our institution - has led an increasingly sensitive world population to devote its energies and its resources to reducing illiteracy and hunger. And need I add your leadership in the field of humanoid robotics?"

"Thank you, Steven," Nelson exclaimed. "Even though it's my primary field of research, SRI and, most assuredly, I...personally...owe you a debt that we'll never be able to repay. Had it not been for your connections and documentation, for instance, I don't think Ishikawa would ever have received a second Nobel Prize. What a way for him to cap a glorious career! After nearly twenty years, I still can't believe he's gone."

"I miss him, too, son," Jason interrupted. He had a great mind and an even greater heart. It was his insight, you know, that led Steven to envision how he might host me in a subordinate place within his being." "'Subordinate'? Really, Jason!" Steven sputtered. "Since Nelson's brilliant work allowed our minds and souls to co-exist in this single body, I don't believe that there has been one instance where we had to decide who was dominant and who subordinate! We have simply lived together as friends who share many common dreams." "As usual, Steven, you underestimate your contributions," Jason stated quietly, albeit firmly. "I know my son. Nelson would never have operated without your full support. That support has allowed me to live on to share my dreams with humankind, to love you, and to continue to watch over my son with whom I fell hopelessly in love the moment I saw him lying in his mother's arms."

"You two..." Nels said with mock irritation. "Rather than more talk, how about getting rid of the clothing and jumping onto the bed. There are problems here that we'll never solve with our minds alone!"

THE END