Lasse's holistic attitude adjustment

It took me some time to proceed with the story as I had a first draft of part 2 which I didn’t like and which got postponed (or deleted maybe?). I don’t want to bring up the obstacles of private life and money earning here as no one is interested in that anyway. However, my little time-out also made me consider alternative, creative options to awaken your interest. Firstly, I have set up an Instagram account “MasterAleks95” as a communication channel since I scarcely check gaydemon comments. If you want to get in touch or have a request for an individual story, just shoot me a DM there. Secondly, I wanted to bring some illustration to my story, so I started playing with AI generators. You can find the results on my new Insta. (it’s brand new, so don’t be afraid to be the first follower ;)

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Before returning home however, my plan included a stop at the van Tesarians’ property.

The intercom at the fence greeted me with a static “Good afternoon. Whom may I announce?”. I knew it was James speaking, one of the many housekeepers at the mansion whom I knew very well. “Hi James, it’s Aleks, would you mind opening the gate?” And without further discussion, the gates opened, and my SUV rolled onto the parking area in front of the house. I picked up the “Loser bag” from the trunk – fortunately I was fit and Loser just a wimpy little fag– and carried it to the door where James awaited me.

“Good afternoon, Sir, may I help you with your luggage?” he asked politely. I took a minute to inspect James more closely. He has been a steady figure at the Tesarians’ since I was little. With his grey hair, well-trimmed mustache, and the wrinkles in his face, he couldn’t cover the years he had spent in service for this family. However, his posture was upright and his blue eyes piercing. His classic, black suit completed the stereotypical “I am a butler for a rich family” look. Despite all of this, I knew James to be an open-minded, helpful, and friendly person with whom I had already spent hours talking about economics and politics.

“No need, really. But thanks anyway James!” I replied to his question. I have always been polite and friendly to the house clerks and in return, they were always willing to help me.

“May I ask to what we owe the pleasure of your appearance, Sir Aleks?” he interrogated.

“I will have a chat with Richard and Jennifer later. We are currently undergoing a rather private project” I responded mysteriously.

He took the hint and didn’t interrogate further valuing his employers’ privacy.

“Please come in then! However, please be aware that no one is home yet.”

I played along: “Oh really? Los… I mean Lasse actually invited me to spend the time with him until his parents are home. I will go see for him”.

“Well, for Sir Lasse it is not uncommon to enter without notice, that is… until he has any requests to me or the cook. I am sure you will find your way to his dormitory?”

I just nodded and took the stairs to the second floor.

I entered Loser’s room, and it was a mass as always: clothing on the ground, the typical teenage smell as if the windows hadn’t been opened for months (which might be the case actually) and tons of plates and pizza cartons on the desk. When I dropped the sports trunk, a low whining noise came from it. I locked the door behind me with the key – fortunately this was an old mansion with actual keys and locks in every door – and opened the zipper. Within, I found Loser still tied, spit- and cum-stained and gagged with my gym socks just as he was in the locker room. His eyes frightened, however I could see a shimmer of hope, possibly because he was home now and expected his ordeal to be over soon. How wrong he was…

“Listen up, you pathetic piece of shit. You stink. You look terrible. And you are almost naked. I will untie you now. However, the socks stay in your fag mouth for now. You have nothing to say anyway. If you try to cheat on these conditions or try to scream like the girly fag you are, I have some very explicit photos of you which I am willing to share via all your social media accounts on various platforms. I hope you understand how this will ruin your life forever. If you have understood, nod once.”

Loser nodded. “Good boy” I praised and untied his hands and legs. He tumbled towards the bathroom which was attached to his main room. When he was about to close the door, I just shouted “door stays open, privacy is for winners”. I could see the inner conflict he was fighting about whether to comply me, his tormentor, or to resist, but for now, the door stayed open. While I heard the shower running, I took the time to attach my phone to the laptop on his desk. Aside from his phone, the MacBook was Loser’s most precious toy. I have never understood how he managed to convince our teachers to let him use it for “taking notes” during class. In the few courses which I had with him, he never used that thing for actual note taking, but rather for checking the latest social media feeds, sending instant messages to friends or looking up new “fashion trends”. Well, not any longer.

The shower went quiet, and I heard him towel himself off and use the blow-dryer. When he left the bathroom and saw me sitting at his desk using his MacBook, he tried to shout through his sock gag and came running towards me. I stood up, grabbed him by the waist and wrestled him to the ground. With my knees resting on both of his biceps and me sitting on his fat belly, he was practically immobilized. His face turned red and he tried to wiggle free, but it was no use. I dominated him without much effort.

“Hey hey hey, little boy. Why so furious? As I told you earlier: You and everything you possess belong to me now.” I patted his face with my right hand. “You should also not forget that under no circumstances fighting me is a good choice. I am physically way stronger than you and the consequences of misbehavior are severe.

With respect to your laptop, I had to make sure that your Mac is just as much infested with my malware as your phone to assure your compliance with our little project. Digital detox is very much on vogue lately as you might know. However…” and my tone got graver

“I do not value any tantrum from my little slave boy. As your first punishment, I will deprive you of the privilege of underwear. Calvin Klein’s are for real men anyway. Losers like you should either wear tighty-whities or go commando!”

I turned around on his stomach, planted my knees on the palms of his hands to fixate his arms and tried to pull his boxers down. But he pressed his thighs together so tightly that I couldn’t pull them down. Why was he so eager to keep his boxers on? An idea popped up in my mind.

I started to tickle Loser’s belly and lower abdomen with both hands, right and left at the same time. I could feel how he started to twitch and turn beneath me and heard his laughter being suppressed by my crew socks. But my 85kg of pure muscle kept him locked in place with no escape. While my fingers danced along the sides of his body, I felt his thighs release. His body was too much alarmed by my fingers’ assault on his weak spots to keep control of his boxers. With a swift motion I pulled them down and left Loser buck naked on the floor.

But it was not his sudden nakedness which surprised me. I had seen plenty of naked guys in locker rooms or – for that matter – in my own bedroom. Also, his little friend was nothing spectacular by any means: average size, uncircumcised and upright form. It was the fact that it was a little TOO upright actually. Loser had a hard-on. Apparently, he did enjoy the situation more than I thought.

I turned around once again, still sitting on his tummy, towering over him, knees on his meager biceps and staring down into his eyes.

“So, it appears I missed quite an important fact about you, didn’t I? I could have guess, but… well… no need for much explanation from your end. I will put some easy-to-answer yes-or-no questions and I want you to nod or shake your head for approval or disagreement to clear things out. Understood?”

Loser nodded.

“Are you gay?”

Loser didn’t react. His expression looked puzzled.

“If you want to shoot a load, do you watch porn where men interact?”

Loser nodded hesitantly.

“Do you also try man-woman porn?”

Loser nodded again.

“Does it also make you cum?”

Loser shook his head avoiding eye contact.

“So you’re most likely gay… Hmm… What else? Do you find me attractive?”

Loser looked at me and it became apparent that he was not really willing to give me an honest answer. He looked to the side. I grabbed his balls with my right hand and squeezed them a little, not too hard. His eyes widened and he cried into his gag.

“I don’t like repeating myself. Another demerit for you on this one. Again, do you find me attractive?”

 This time he slowly nodded in agreement.

“Are you aroused by how I’ve treated you so far?”

Now he was shaking his head distinctly and furiously.

“Well, we can change that for sure” I laughed.

“Are you afraid of me?”

Again, it took a short moment for him to respond, but he nodded fearing further torment.

“Good, remember that. And now most importantly: Do you have a hard-on because of me touching you?”

He slowly nodded in agreement.

“OK, thanks pal for all this delicate information. I will see how we can make use of it in the future.”

I lifted myself off the ground and gave Loser a sign to get up as well.

“Now that we’ve cleared things out between us, firstly, I want you to tidy up this room. It’s a mess and I don’t like my boy to be messy or untidy, understood?” It was more a command than an actual question.

He nodded again, rather reluctantly and pointed towards his mouth with his index finger. The question was understandable without words.

“I don’t think you need your mouth to clean the room or do you suggest to lick the floor with your tongue? In that case…”

Horror in his eyes, he shook his head and tried to gesture that this was not the intention of his question. I had a good laugh about it while his face turned cherry red. Apparently, he was rather embarrassed by how afraid he already was of me. He even forgot to ask about his clothes. Not that it mattered, I would have denied that wish anyhow.

“Ah wait, I forgot one thing!” and with those words I pulled Loser’s puzzled face into my still sweaty armpit and rubbed my sports musk into his face and hair with forced circular motions. Since he was still gagged and I took almost a minute to perform the act, he had no other choice but to inhale my acrid alpha fumes with quick, involuntary grasps of air. Before finally letting him go, I forcefully kept his face so tight to my pit that I feared breaking his nose and suffocating him. After another 10 seconds, which must have felt like minutes to him, I let go of his head. He pushed himself away and took deep breaths of fresh air through his nose. I could see droplets of sweat on his face unsure whether they were from his efforts to break free or from my still damp pits.

“This is to remind you of a real man’s smell and more specifically of your master’s. Do you understand?”

He just looked terrified and nodded with his head.

“Say ‘Thank you for reminding me, Master’ you ungrateful pig!” I snapped.

It took him a second to understand what I’d asked, but eventually, he mumbled into his sock gag what could be interpreted as the phrase I dictated him.

I took a seat on a grey wing chair standing opposite the TV and lifted my size 11 shoes onto the footrest in front of it. I waved my hand signaling Loser to start his task.

Apparently, he wasn’t joking. Doing his chores in front of me while being completely naked did nothing to entertain his little wiener. It just hung there flaccid and unpleasantly looking. I took a second to measure Loser’s entire body. He was not particularly short, but couldn’t keep up nowhere near to the 1,90m of his father’s. His skin was of such a pale tone that I asked myself when he had left the house the last time for longer than it took him from a building’s entrance to a car door. He was no Ginger though, his hair rather dirty blonde than reddish. When I mentioned his “fat belly” earlier, I was exaggerating a little. He was not fat as in ‘Christian Bale portraying Dick Cheney’, rather that kind of ‘skinny fat’ allowing him to still wear tight jeans, but without any kind of muscles… anywhere. How could people in school respect or fear him? Especially considering his rather androgynous facial features which seemed inherited from his lovely mother. He looked more like an out-of-shape cheerleader rather than the second heir of a century-old dynasty.

He had just finished collecting all the pieces of clothing from the floor and dumbing them into his laundry basket, when I called out:

“Hey, fag, come over. I wanna reward you for your first successfully performed chore of the day or your life on that account. Hands behind your back and eyes fixed into mine!”

I took hold of the little friend between his legs and started moving my hands up and down, literally giving him a hand job. Loser blushed like a 14-year-old but didn’t dare to shy away. It took no more than 10 seconds for him to be rock hard. Another 20 seconds of pumping later, he already started oozing pre-cum over my hand. This gave me the signal to stop. I wiped off his jizz on his belly and commanded him to pursue tidying his desk. I could see how this little excitement deranged his actions just so slightly. His movement were more erratic and some of the items slipped his hands.

I repeated my villainous ‘reward’ procedure after every single chore. Desk-wardrobe-bathroom. I always stopped when the pre-cum started oozing which – from repetition to repetition – took decreasingly less time. When the last chore was done, I could already see the desperation in Lasse’s pubertal body and his eyes craving for ultimate relief. The area around his belly button was now glistening from all his cum and his wiener now didn’t deflate entirely anymore. A single touch from me was now sufficient to get it rock hard again. I had no plans of letting him cum.

“OK, pal. Now get dressed and take those delicious socks out of your mouth. I see how you’re already craving for my godly, sweaty taste, but this is not suitable when we meet your parents. Ah, and don’t forget our no-underwear rule”.

I let out a slight laughter due to the terror I could see in his eyes. With his dick semi-hard and sensitive like a virgin’s nipples, he feared getting a full-blown erection in front of his parents. Guess what? That was exactly my plan.

He put on grey LV ankle socks, some loose Gucci sweatpants and a tight, black Versace shirt. Everything had to be branded for him despite looking like a clown with all these different patterns and brands… I took his smartphone from the desk with me.

“And remember to behave down there, boy. I don’t want your parents to be concerned about what has happened today” I commented luring him into a trap.

We could hear the van Tesarian parents talking in the kitchen. Descending the stairs, Lasse sprinted past me trying to be the first in the kitchen. Since I didn’t want to create the impression of being anxious about how the day went, I took my time and came into the room when this little ass kisser was already bombarding his parents with accusations.

“How could you agree to Aleks being my supervisor?! This day was horrible! You cannot believe what he did to me. He forced me to participate in his wrestling class and they tortured me after the class was over. He also took my phone and Mac. I want them back RIGHT NOW! You are such shitty parents and outright delusional if you believe I participate any further in this ordeal!”

He fumed, his face furious, his head red like a cherry, and his voice had pitched multiple times during his pitiful monologue. He blundered into my trap like the stupid, spoilt brat he was.

“Good evening first of all to the both of you” came my greeting to Richard and Jennifer.

“First of all, I want to clarify that no one tormented your son…”

“What the fuck do you call…” With a stern look towards Richard, I planted my hand on Lasse’s mouth and retorted: “Lasse had his chance to talk. If I may now?” Richard gave me an assuring nod and said – now facing his son: “Lasse, we heard enough from you. The way you just approached us after both of us had a hard day at work, I am unsure whether I want to hear another single word from you the entire evening. So shut the fuck up for your own sake or I’d might forget myself today!” Jennifer gave her husband a quite shocked look and even Lasse was apparently not accustomed to such outbursts from his father.

I took my hand from Loser’s mouth and could see how we was trying to position himself behind a kitchen cubicle. My physical proximity apparently sufficed to make him semi-hard again.

I broke the awkward silence: “Thank you Richard. So, what I wanted to say: Lasse was in no way tormented. It’s just the usual initiation ritual we have for newcomers. I can assure you that he was in no danger at any time. I stuck to the contractual terms we had defined. However, on that note I must talk to you about a more severe situation. Lasse left the wrestling session a little earlier and when he didn’t return, I wanted to check up on him to ensure that the training wasn’t too much for him on his first day. Well… when I opened the door, I found him resting on one of the benches, phone out and… masturbating.”

“What!?” Lasse and his mother exclaimed unisono in disbelief.

I continued: “And although I deem the locker rooms not a feasible place for doing what teenagers like Lasse are driven to do due to hormonal uproar, it was not the act itself which flustered me. It were the pictures on his phone and what he was looking at…” and with a swift motion I brought out his phone letting it look like I took it out of Lasse’s pocked and unlocked it. I opened the photo app and showed Richard and Jennifer photos I had prepared for this occasion. They portrayed myself in various surroundings, some shirtless after training, some in the school’s hallway, at wrestling tournaments and one very particular photo even showed my backside completely naked under the locker room showers. It looked as if it was taken from a hidden angle where the photographer doesn’t want to be seen.

Since the ass licker couldn’t see the photos, he was confused by the situation:

“What is he showing you there?! He is lying! Those are not my photos!” and with these words I turned around, brought my back in between the line of his parents’ vision and rode my free hand quickly from his belly down to his cock. Then, I grabbed him by the shoulder and brought the photos to his vision while leaning in very closely, evaporating my warmth and smell towards him.

“Lasse, we have talked about that. This is your phone I am holding right?”

“Yes, but…” he was stammering.

“And see these photos of me, especially this one where I am naked?” While talking, I let my hand glide down from his shoulder to his ass, massaging it inconspicuously. Now, his positioning came to my advantage as his parents could only see our upper bodies and how I was talking facts to his son while showing him gay porn photos on his own phone.

When I realized he was getting fully erect again, his sweatpants tenting visibly in front of him, I pushed him a little to the side so that the cubicle cover was not hindering his parents sight any longer.

Acting as if I was surprised myself, I pointed downwards and commented:
“And apparently you are willing to give the most reliable proof to my narrative yourself!” pointing towards his pubic triangle.

“Have you even washed off the jizz from earlier?” and with these words I lifted his shirts just so slightly that his parents could see the stains of his own pre-cum which he just left there minutes ago under my order.

“Jesus!” exclaimed Richard. Jennifer was already sobbing, unknown to me whether it was the fact her son was gay, a spying pervert or a mixture of both. I’d rather go for the latter though since Jennifer was always very open-minded about my own homosexuality.

Loser tried to stand his ground: “But this isn’t… it’s not what you think…” but even this dumbass realized how this all looked like.

Richard was unstoppable now: “ENOUGH FROM YOU! I am deeply ashamed of you, humiliated even. You are destroying not only our family’s reputation, but also the fine relationship with Aleks’ family. Aleks, I cannot burden you further with the task of taking care of my derailed offspring after that. I hope you will not initiate a police hearing on the activities of today. I am sure we can settle differently. As for my son, he will sure as hell see one of the harshest correctional camps I can find far from here…”

I interrupted him: “Richard, please. I know this is quite a heavy load right now. But please take a moment to calm down just a little bit. I have no intention of going to the police whatsoever and this is also not interfering with my respect for you and your family. It just emphasizes again what we have talked about on the weekend. Especially after today, I think I am just the right person to help Lasse through this. As you two know, I am gay myself and it has been quite a journey for me, too. There were difficult times shortly after my coming out. I have also informed myself about these boot camps, longing to become ‘normal’. However, nothing there is normal according to what I found online. Their instructors still think that you can reframe someone’s sexuality. And the ways they do it are – frankly spoken – inhuman. Maybe Lasse is just troubled with his sexuality in a deeper and more profound way than I ever was. Therefore, I suggest proceeding as planned with the slight adjustment to take him with me to our house. This might bring some required distance between him and his usual surrounding, also to any distractions this house might cast upon him.

Richard looked at me, then at his son, then at his wife where his gaze rested interrogatively. Jennifer hadn’t said a word during the entire situation and seemed not willing to do so now either. She just slightly nodded her agreement and left the kitchen.

“OK, so as it appears, Aleks is even more of a man than I could have ever wished for you, Lasse. He takes responsibility for what he has promised. You are – from now on and until further due – under his supervision. I will inform the household accordingly. From now on, your daily allowance of 500 € will be transferred to Aleks’ banc account as I have no trust on financial matters remaining for you. This will hopefully also cover the costs – and pain – you cause him over the next weeks. A final word, son: I strongly recommend you take this last chance your mother and I grant you right now. If at any point in time, Aleks decides to finish this project prematurely, we are done with you. You will be disinherited and there will be no further support of any kind from us. You will have to find a job on your own, work until you have realized what you have thrown away and what it means to be an adult by yourself. Maybe then, but JUST MAYBE, you come back apologetically, and we will have an open door for you. Understood?”

I couldn’t believe my eyes, but my loser slave was crying next to me. He sobbed like a baby, face all red and lips quivering.

“I asked whether you have UNDERSTOOD!?” Richard emphasized the last word.

“Yes, Sir” came the soft answer from his downward looking, helplessly sobbing baby boy.

“One of the best decisions of your life so far. Go upstairs and back your bags. Aleks, a quick word please.” After my newest house guest had left the kitchen, Richard turned towards me:

“I didn’t expect the evening to derail like that. Again, I am bitterly sorry for what has happened. My actual plan for this evening was to introduce Matthias to you, the soldier from my regiment. Now more than before, I think his presence at school is required to keep an eye on my pervert son. Since I do not want to burden you with another person at your house and since we have so to say a ‘vacant position’ here, I’d suggest Matthias resides with us, but leaves in the morning to meet you two at school. Would you be so kind to introduce yourself and share your timetable with him? He is currently waiting in one of the spare rooms down the corridor. I have some remaining business for today. If we don’t see each other anymore, have a pleasant drive home and thanks from the bottom of both our hearts. We are indebted to you.” We shortly hugged goodbye and Richard left the kitchen.

I had almost forgotten about my assistant in crime and was eager to get to know him. So, I headed down the corridor. One door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open.

Matthias was sitting on the bed, but leaped to his feet once he recognized I had entered the room. He saluted as if I was his commander-in-chief. Smirking, I took a second to look him up and down in his field uniform. He was young, possibly my age (or even younger?), his frame a little smaller and thinner, but still trained. While my build was generally rather buffed, his figure had a tendency towards leanness. His blue eyes were looking straight ahead. But I could make out a little unease and timidity in them. His blond crew cut could be seen despite the cap. With his boyish face and some freckles, he sure was some nice eye candy for me. He looked innocent. Presumably, he went to the army right after school not knowing what to start with his life. Well… I could give him some purpose for sure.

“At ease, soldier!” I commanded. He complied immediately. What a pleasant change to my still-disobedient slave boy.

“My name is Aleks, but I rest assured that you will also address me as ‘Sir’ just as you do with Richard if I insist?” I inquired standing face-to-face with him now, looking slightly down. We were almost at eyelevel.

“Your assumption is correct, Sir!” came the prompt reply.

“Richard has informed you about your duties here?”

“Yes, Sir. I am to look after and take care of his son. While doing so, I am to take your orders, Sir.”

“Precisely. I do not care about the reason which allowed Richard to free you up for our little project. I assume the alternative would have been a dishonorable discharge seeing how young you are and absent of achievements. I just want you to understand that Lasse, Richard’s son, is under my sovereignty and guidance for the next couple of months. My word about his does and don’ts and likewise your executions of my orders in line with that are final. I expect no discussion or hesitation. Are we clear?”

“Christal clear, Sir!” he responded.

“Let’s have a quick test. Kneel down!”

Matthias fell to his right knee without hesitation right in front of me bringing his face rather close to my crotch.

“Gaze down!”

His head dropped immediately bringing his eyes in line with my shoes.

“I want you to fully grasp the relevance of this moment right here and now” I lifted one of my massive shoes and planted it with just enough weight on his shoulder to make my point without actually pushing him to the ground. My size 11s looked unproportionally huge on his shoulder, but surprisingly he was stronger than I thought, keeping his posture without quivering or moaning.

“I am not only in charge due to the assigned ranking. Although you seem quite fit yourself, I can easily dominate you in a split second if you ever decide to confront me physically. And if we must fight it out, you will eventually find yourself again below the soles of my feet just as you are right now. Will you challenge me, soldier?” I asked putting just a little more weight on him.

“Sir, no, Sir!” he answered.

“Good boy. Get up now. I will let you know our schedule for the upcoming days when I am home. Any more questions?” I inquired.

“No, Sir! I just want to articulate my gratitude to you and General Tasarian for giving me a second chance with this! Thank you, Sir!”

“You’re welcome, soldier. Although your gratitude should be directed towards Richard more than me. However, I will try my best to be a good interim commander for you as long as you bring your best to the table. Now, have some rest. Tomorrow, you will see what you signed up for.”

“Sure, Sir! See you tomorrow!”

I left his room and closed the door. Within me, a vivid tornado of feelings was roaring: excitement, power, control, anticipation, and last but not least horniness. I had to take my new little slave boy home now quickly…

Up for part 3?