The Singlet

Jarod’s first exposure to the world of BDSM teaches him how pain can become pleasure, at least under Richard’s caring guidance.  But it takes a strange twist when Richard insists on becoming the proxy for Jarod’s father, allowing Jarod to seek his revenge.

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Chapter 5

With me still hanging from the ceiling like a giant nude “X”, Richard faced me and said, “Jarod, you make me proud.   But we have another step to take, even more challenging than the last.  Are you willing to go there with me?”

‘How could I say no’ I thought.  What he had just put me through was the sexual experience of a lifetime…my lifetime anyway.   And, more importantly, he was doing this to help me heal.   Without hesitation, I enthusiastically answered, “Yes, Daddy!”

“Good, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me”, he answered.

Without a word he squatted down to my ankles and unshackled them.   I thought that perhaps this part of the punishment was over, and I had mixed feelings about that.  I wanted more.  He then reached up to what was left of my leather jock and removed it.  He kicked the ankle spreader out of the way and pulled chains with leather cuffs from the dark and bound them to my ankles.   With a crank that I couldn’t see, he tightened both my arms and legs so that I was now stretched into an even wider “X”.   I then heard him rummaging behind me and he seemed to locate what he was looking for and place it on a table out of my line of vision. He then walked directly in front of me, held my face with both hands and gave me a passionate kiss.  I eagerly reciprocated to the degree I could, but it was limited given my restraints.  He lovingly continued, caressing my nude body, down my sides, legs, and tenderly cupped my ass. 

As he was embracing me, I felt him grab something behind me and then hold it above and behind my head.  I slowly felt a slight tickling sensation down my back which I had difficulty identifying, but felt lovely.  He continued to slide whatever he was holding up and down my back my back with each stroke getting closer to my body.   Finally, I realized what was caressing my back…a flogger.  It was softer than I would’ve imagined, but I could clearly feel the tails of the device. The thought of being flogged would’ve immediately led me to use my safe word, red, but he was caressing me so lovingly with it that it felt wonderful.  I moaned quietly and whispered, “Yes, daddy, yes”, which signaled him to take the next step.  He was still standing in front of me, reaching around me with his hand and holding the flogger behind me at my waist.  From that angle, he used his wrist to flick the tails under and between my legs reaching up to my balls and cock.   “Ohhhh” I groaned.  It felt unbelievable.   He didn’t use enough force to hurt me, just enough to give the tails the momentum required to reach under my groin and gently touch my balls and cock.   “Oh, Daddy.  Oh my god Daddy”, was all I could mutter.

He then stepped behind, so now I was at the mercy of my imagination.  I pictured him assuming the flogger’s position….and I guessed right.  Almost immediately, I felt a very gentle slap across my left butt cheek and then across my right.  It was more forceful than before, but nowhere near actual pain.  I moaned again and reflexively pushed my ass out to signal I wanted more.  That’s all he needed.   Two more whacks across my ass, harder than before, and I couldn’t stop myself from moaning.   Two more, harder again.  They hurt, but it was a pain unlike any I’d ever experienced.   How could one actually enjoy pain?  It didn’t make sense.  But it was happening to me.  “Yes, Daddy, yes”, I groaned and pushed my ass out further.  I wanted him to flog me under my legs to reach my balls.  Two more on my ass and these two actually stung.  But it was an erotic sting.  A sting that told me he cared and was trying to toughen me up. 

I was hoping one of the whacks would land on my balls, and I got what I was hoping for.  He repositioned himself to strike my balls from under and between my legs which allowed the flogger’s tails to encompass my balls and cock.  It felt fucking amazing.  “OHHHH DADDY” I moaned.   The next one came quickly after that and was decidedly stronger.   “Yes, yes, yes,” I shouted.  A third one came that hit my balls and cock like a thunderbolt.  The pain was tolerable, but just barely.  It makes no sense, but to me, the pain signaled love, not punishment. 

I didn’t have the energy to respond and slumped into a completely submissive position.  Sensing it was time to move on, he paused and then moved up to my back.  Like before, two light whacks, this time in an x shape, one from left shoulder to right hip, the other reverse.  “Mmmmmm” I uttered, not being able to help myself.   Two more, slightly harder, then two more and two more, each creating more sting than before, and each evoking my guttural response, begging for more. 

There was a pause.  Was he done?  Would there be more?   Would different body parts be assaulted?  He was in control.  I was at his mercy.   I silently begged for more.

I got my answer.  WHACK!   A strong, intentionally hard whack across my left butt cheek.   Another pause, then my right.  But I still wanted more.  I can’t explain it to this day.  The pain told me he cared for me and loved me.  I stuck my ass out and growled, “More Sir.  GIVE.  ME. MORE. SIR. PLEASE.”  

WHACK,  WHACK,  another pause, and then two whacks across my back with the same intensity.   Those felt just as good/bad.  Thankfully he didn’t attack my balls with this intensity; I doubt I could’ve endured it.  My entire backside was on fire; and I’d never felt more aroused.

  then felt his cool hand gently rubbing my back, his fingertips delicately sliding up and down my spine. His hand felt heavenly after the beating I had just endured.  Each time his fingertips reached the base of my spine they’d drop slightly lower, until they finally reached my crack.  When he reached that hungry crevice, he deliberately, but delicately, slid his fingertips into, up, and down my crack, massaging and caressing it.  The juxtaposition of the beating with the fondling was mind-blowing.

He then walked around to face me which was a relief because I don’t think my backside could’ve taken much more.  We stood nose-to-nose while he caressed my entire body.  His concern was genuine.  If I weren’t suspended by chains, I probably would’ve collapsed into him with pure ecstasy.

But Richard had one more gift for me.  With his left hand, he encircled my cock and balls at the base with his fist and held it out a 90 degree angle, more horizontal than its natural aroused state, creating some discomfort.  This was his new target.  He held it with an open palm at a 90-degree angle from my torso and held the flogger in the other.  I knew what was coming and the anticipation was simultaneously frightening and exhilarating.  He started gently flogging the tip of my cock.  He kept it up and it felt obscenely sensual.  Over time though, the flogging moved up my cock so that he was now striking my entire exposed cock and balls with his instrument of torture. And, like before, the intensity increased with each stroke.  And once again, he accurately read my pain tolerance and knew just when to stop.   He spit into his hand to lube it up and gently massaged my cock to relieve the heat from the whipping. The sensation made me shudder.    

And then it was over.   He walked behind me, put the flogger down, and gently removed the wrist and ankle cuffs.  Before I could stand on my own, he embraced me and pulled me to him.  Given the constriction my arms and legs had endured, I had a hard time holding myself up, and I dropped into his arms. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you, boy. You’re exceeding my expectations. You’re taking everything I can give you.  And now you know just how strong you can be.  How strong you are.   You proved to yourself that you’re stronger than you know”.

Richard was still supporting me and I had my head buried in his shoulder.   But he could hear my muffled response, “Thank you, daddy.  I had no idea how strong I was either.  You showed me tonight.”

Before I could grasp what had just happened and savor the moment, Richard was ready to move on.  Holding my head in his hand with our faces inches apart, he began, “What I’m about to tell you is important, so listen.”  

Making absolutely sure I was paying attention he began, “That beating was a proxy for what your father put you through.  But you not only survived, you thrived.  You’re better for it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.  I thought of my father when you were whipping me.  It reminded me of the emotional pain I felt when he called me faggot and Boner Boy.” 

“Exactly!  That’s exactly what I wanted you to feel. But we’re not finished. We have one more exercise tonight.  Are you ready?”   Richard asked.

I didn’t think I could endure any more, but if you had asked me before tonight if I could’ve endured what just happened, I’m sure my answer would be ‘no’.  So I took a deep breath, summoned my new found strength and answered, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good”, Richard replied.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked me across the room to a piece of furniture that was obviously used for bondage with a metal plate on it identifying it as Fort Troff Bondage Bed.  It was a leather padded platform in which you lay face down on your torso, with four pads beneath and off to the sides to place your forearms and shins to restrain you in the “doggy style” position.  Also present was an open leather pillow for your face to rest (like a massage table) and several restraints, one to secure your torso to the main table, then others to secure your forearms to their supports, and at your shins to their supports.  It became clear to me that the purpose was to immobilize the person “doggy-style” to give the dom complete control over his sub. 

Knowing this was my fate, I didn’t wait for Richard to place me in it; I stepped toward to climb onto it.

Shockingly, Richard blocked me with his arm, paused and said firmly, “No, this is for me.”

Seeing my shock, he went on to explain, “Jarod, you have shown yourself how tough you are. But now you need to show your father how tough you are. You can’t get past the pain he caused you unless you….even the score.”

Beyond stunned, I said nothing.

“Yes, Jarod, even the score.   A less polite way of putting it is…revenge.  You need to take revenge on your father to show him you’re stronger than he ever gave you credit for.  Now, Jarod, I will be your father.  And you will take your revenge.”

Without hesitating, he stepped in front of me and laid face down on the bondage bed, placed his arms and legs on their resting pieces and said, “Fasten the restraints.”

“I can’t,” I protested.  “I can’t purposefully hurt you, you mean too much to me.  I can’t do it!”

“You can do it, Jarod, and you will.  Fasten these restraints.  This room is filled with tools of punishment.  Find what you need and use it to punish your father.  And that includes the most vengeful fuck imaginable if that’s what you see fit.”

I was astonished and more afraid now than even before when Richard held the power. I started to half-heartedly restrain him and used that time to develop a plan.  A light flog?  A quick fuck?  I was sure I didn’t have the fortitude to pull this off.  Apparently sensing my reluctance, he added, “If you’re unsure what to do, take a couple hits of poppers, that’ll get your smutty juices flowing”, he said with a smirk.  And quickly added, “And tighten these restraints like you mean it. They’re so loose I can’t believe you’re serious.”

I bent down and now realized he was serious.    The way I had secured them left him enough room to easily pull his arms out.   “Yes Daddy,” I obeyed and as I secured each one, I made sure it was as tight as he could endure.

I retrieved the poppers and saw for the first time the cabinet of toys he was referring to…the flogger he had use on me, a paddle, several sizes and shapes of dildos, leather cuffs for arms and wrists, and lots of other toys I didn’t recognize.  I grabbed a paddle on a whim, walked back to the bed where Richard was immobilized on his stomach and positioned myself at his head.  I took two deep hits of poppers, and like magic, my fears melted away and I turned into a vengeful slut.  I slapped his face with my cock repeatedly and finally pushed it into his mouth. Losing all inhibitions, I commanded, “Suck my cock Daddy.”   He loved it as much as I did.  His tongue and lips caressed my cock and, although immobilized, he tried to take it deeper than I was feeding him.  Reminded that this was revenge, not affection, I pushed my hips closer to his face which forced my cock to the back of his throat.  “Take it, Daddy,” I ordered.  He gagged so I gave him a moment to collect himself, and then began a raunchy cycle of cock sucking, ball licking, and face slapping.  After more popper hits, I found myself smacking his face with my cock so violently I was afraid I would bruise him.

Now I was heating up and my vengeance really took over.  Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the paddle and picked it up.  As I deep throated him standing in front of him, I leaned over his backside and paddled his ass.  Hard. “Take that Daddy.” WHACK. “Want another one?” I asked. Richard couldn’t answer because my engorged cock was jammed down his throat, but he tried to nod his head and I think I heard a muffled, but affirmative “Yes.”

“WHACK” the paddle came down hard on his other cheek.  Although his torso was restrained to the table beneath him, he had a reflexive reaction to the sting.  Now I accelerated the brutal spanking and the feeling of power fucking his mouth while paddling his ass was amazing.  I kept that up until his ass was flaming red.

Pulling out of his mouth, I did to him what he did to me…tenderly rubbed his back and ass, first with the palm of my hands, then with my fingertips, paying special attention to his crack and hole.  I kept that up for awhile; I knew he needed a break.   When he appeared to recover, I stepped down to his feet, leaned over his ass and gently kissed his still-red ass.   “Ohhhhh”, he whimpered.  “That feels so good.  Please don’t stop,” he begged.   “I won’t Daddy.  I’m not done with you yet, but we’re taking a break”.

His ass was on fire and I earnestly tried to sooth it with my kisses.  Within his limited ability to move, he tried to push his ass up into my face.  I started to lick it and he purred like a cat.  “Like that Daddy?” I asked.  “Yeeeesssss,” he sighed.   I could’ve licked his ass all night, he was loving it so much.   And with each lick my tongue moved closer and closer to his fresh, clean rosebud.  He had apparently prepared to be used because in front of me was the most appetizing hole I’d ever seen, real or porn.   I spread his cheeks with my hands and inserted the tip of my tongue into his hole.  “OHHHHH”, he cried.  “Please…,please… please..”  

Although this was about revenge, I couldn’t deny him the extraordinary pleasure of being rimmed, especially when I was enjoying it as much as he was.   I went to work on his hole just like I had gone to work on his mouth.   I licked up his crack.  I licked down his crack.  I circled his hole with my tongue.  I penetrated it with my tongue.    And to make sure he knew I wasn’t kidding around, I took his rock hard cock which had been wedged under his torso and pulled it straight down to the floor, at a 90 degree angle, just like he had done to me.   This allowed me to lick his cock and balls up and down, suck the precum out of it and stroke it furiously.  “FUCK”, he’d cry.  “FUCK. I’m going to cum!”

“Don’t you dare fucking cum” I ordered.    “If you do, you’ll really have to pay.”   Knowing how close he was, I pulled away and let him relax again.  After a bit of a pause, I picked up the lube and squirted a liberal amount up his hole.  I lubed my middle finger, inserted it roughly, and made sure his rectum was coated as far up as my finger could reach.  He was going to need it.

I picked up my poppers to get started when he interrupted me with a question.  “Jarod, would you please stand over there so I can see you?  You are so FUCKING beautiful; I just want to enjoy you before you do whatever it is you’re going to do to me.  You have the most beautiful body imaginable.  I want a picture of you in my mind’s eye for when you take me.”

I was at a loss for words, “Nobody’s ever said anything like that to me before, Daddy.”

 “Well, it’s true” he responded.  “But that’s me, Richard, talking, not your father.  Now it’s time to take your revenge on him so you can move on.”

I squatted down next to him, kissed him passionately, and asked him, “You ready, Daddy?”

“Yes sir,” he responded.

Before I stood up, I offered him the poppers.  “Want some?  I think you’ll need them.”

“Definitely,” replied Richard.  I held the poppers to each nostril.  After one each, I asked him more?  He nodded so I gave him two more hits.   He groaned and sighed in appreciation.

I calmly walked behind him, taking hits along the way.   When I got back to his hole, I couldn’t resist a few more licks and was still ravenous for his hole.  He tasted so fucking good, I made him moan like a whore.   “Oh, please Jarod, FUCK ME NOW!!!”, he begged.

He wanted it so badly I wasn’t going to disappoint him.  I placed the tip of my cock right at his hole, teased him with it a couple times, making him moan even more.  But I totally messed with his head as I repeatedly slapped my cock against his hole and up and down his crack.  He begged, “Fuck me, Jarod, Fuck me please.”    “What Daddy, I can’t hear you”, I responded cockily.  “Fuck. Me. PLEASE”, he implored. 

But I continued to poke, slide and slap at his hole sending him into a frenzy. 

Finally, without warning, I plunged it into him.  One thrust and I was completely in.  He screamed ”AAARRGGHH”.  The pain must’ve been intense and I’m sure he saw stars.  I was getting the revenge against my father he wanted for me.  But I couldn’t ignore the fact I was hurting Richard, so I remained completely still, but still fully penetrated, to let him adjust to the pain.  I knew from last night’s experience that the pain subsides relatively quickly, particularly if the cock that’s penetrating you doesn’t move. So, I remained motionless until I finally felt him relax.  My vengeful thrust was for my father; my concern was for Richard.

I looked down and reveled in what was in front of me.  This gorgeous man who had chosen me, immobilized himself for me to grant me the revenge I needed and the pleasure I desired.  I had made real progress and he didn’t want that to stop.  As I reflected on all this, I toggled between a vengeful fuck for my father, or a passionate love making session with Richard. 

Vengeful fuck won.

I knew Richard had recovered from my initial violent insertion, and now he’d get more.   I pulled out of him and he gasped, “No, fuck me.”   So I did.  In exactly the way Richard had envisioned.  It was my father beneath me and I was finally getting a chance to repay him for a lifetime of humiliation.

I rammed my cock into Richard, just as hard as the first time and screamed, “This is for you, you fuckhead.  Take it.”

Richard gasped, but yelled back, “Yes, Jarod, that’s it.  Fuck your father”.

Without thinking about it, I began a rhythm of violent assaults and vicious insults…

THRUST:   “This is for calling me gay.”

“Umph”, Richard moaned.

THRUST:  “This is for calling me a faggot.” 

“Ughhhh”, Richard gasped.

THRUST:  “This is for calling Speedos fag-wear”, my voice cracking.

“Arggh”, Richard groaned.

THRUST:  “This is for calling me Boner Boy”, by now I was sobbing.

“UGHHHH”, Richard moaned. 

THRUST:  “AND THIS IS FOR MY SINGLET, when everyone saw my boner and you never let me forget.  I’ll fucking give you a boner.  THIS is a boner”, and I thrust into Richard’s guts with more force than I’d known possible. I had lost my mind. I couldn’t distinguish between my father, and Richard, laying in front of me.  It was more savagery than sex.

“Ooohhhh…” moaned Richard.

I caught my breath and looked down at Richard.   He seemed like he too, was on another planet. I quickly came to my senses, and with my cock still completely inside him, leaned down to him and whispered, “Oh my god Richard, are you ok?”

“I will be, son. I will be.”   He closed his eyes and I thought I detected a hint of satisfaction on his face.

I knew he was in pain, but he made it clear I hadn’t injured him. I asked, “Richard, I’m going to cum in you.  Can you take it?”

“Fuck yeah, boy.   Unload in my gut.   I want you to breed me, just like I bred you.”

I had now shaken the ghost of my father and had my cock up this wonderful man’s hole.   I slowly slid it in and out, and, over time gained speed.  I was done with my father.  I just wanted to give Richard the most romantic fuck of his life. He deserved it.  

Every stroke was deep and with every stroke he groaned more passionately.   I never knew this level of passion existed.  “Please Jarod” he begged.  “Don’t stop.  Don’t ever stop.  I need your cock. I want your cock in me, forever.”

“Oh daddy,” I wept. I felt it. My balls were so full of cum I finally exploded.  “I’m cumming” I yelled.   “Take my seed Daddy.  I’m breeding you.”  The orgasm was so powerful I almost lost conscienceless.  Literally.  I tensed up into a board and unloaded more cum into my Daddy than either of us thought imaginable.  After countless spasms, I finally leaned down over him to catch my breath.  He was still restrained to the bondage bench and I laid on top of him, completely spent.

When my cock finally softened to the point where it was likely to slip out anyway, I withdrew it from his hole and whispered in his ear, “Thank you, Daddy.”

He said nothing.   Still allowing me to be in control, I calmly unbuckled his restraints and helped him up from the bench.  After that intense workout, he was pretty stiff, so I pulled him up and held him to me. “You ok?” I asked.

“I’ll be a little sore, but I’ll survive” he joked. “But more importantly, I think you got the revenge you needed.”

“Fuck yes,” I replied.  “That bastard got what he deserved.   He’s gone from my life.  I’m tougher than I ever knew and I can give as good as I can take.  Good riddance.”

With that, Richard reclaimed his role as mentor, pulled me to him tightly.  “I’m happy for you Jarod,” he whispered in my ear.  “You deserve to be happy too.”

I was.   Happy that I had expunged my father from my history, and happy that I was ceding control back to Richard.  I loved it when he was in charge.

Sensing that, he grabbed my hand and said, “Follow me.”

He steered me toward a corner of the room that had been dark all night, pushed a button on the wall, and revealed a glass-enclosed multi-person shower/steamroom with a large bathtub off to the side and a tiled wall with seating across its width.   He couldn’t have read me better.  I needed a hot shower.  Relaxation.  And attention. 

He led me in by the hand and we both removed the only clothes we had left on…our leather harnesses and boots.   He walked in first and started the four rainfall showers from the ceiling and the steam jets.  He gave them a minute to get hot and brought me in and stood me right in the center of the four showers.  Each poured around me splashing on me, but none directly on me.  It was like being in a jungle rainstorm, but under a protective tree.  He pulled out a pair of sponges and some expensive smelling soaps.  He poured the soaps into his sponge, told me to turn around, and then lovingly and carefully soaped my back, legs and my still-red ass. He paid particular attention to my crack to get it good and clean and lovingly fingered my hole. He had me turn around and did the same thing.   He had me hold my hands out to my side where he soaped them, my fingers, hands, chest, legs, and, finally, my soft and now sensitive cock.  He gently pushed me under one of the water flows to rinse me off, pulled me back into the center, and embraced me with a long, loving kiss.  

“Now me”, he smiled.

I repeated everything he had done to me in exactly the same order.   Back, back of legs, asscrack, and paid particular attention to his sore and swollen hole.   Front, chest, arms, hands, fingers, legs, and cock.   Except there was one important difference.  His cock wasn’t soft and sensitive like mine. It was still rock-hard.  This night had been all about me and I had been so wrapped up enduring my punishment and getting revenge on my father, I didn’t realize he hadn’t cum.  

“Daddy,” I said, pointing to the tile bench lining the wall. “Sit down,” I smiled.

He suspected what I was up to and walked over without protest.  He sat down, gingerly, on the bench resting his back against the wall and man-spread for me with a cocky grin.  Making eye contact, he looked at me and then down at his hard cock.  Looked back at me.  His hard cock.  Me.  Cock.  Me.

That’s all it took.  I dropped to my knees between his legs to repay him for everything he had done for me, tonight and before.  After the drama (albeit necessary) of the evening, I relished the opportunity to submissively savor my daddy’s thick, veiny cock.   I wanted nothing more than to bring him pleasure.  Not just gratification, but pure, hedonistic pleasure.  I know how much he liked my smooth, muscled, body, and I wanted to give it to him.  I took his hard cock in my mouth and did everything possible not to lose eye contact.  I wanted him to know the most important thing in my life that moment was to show him respect.  I needed his cum in my mouth more than drought victims need water.   I sucked him like my life depended on it.   And in a way it did.  He had saved me.  As I slurped and stroked and sucked, all I could think of was what would happen if I lost him.  I needed him.  He saved me.   And I wanted to thank him by servicing him like he’d never been serviced before.

I think I succeeded.  I took my time and explored every vein in his cock like a pioneer explored new rivers and lakes.  I savored every detail. I paid particular attention to the slit at the tip of his cock that stretched open when he’s hard.  I inserted my tongue in there repeatedly just to hear him moan. I wanted to signal my complete submission; to convey the ONLY thing that mattered to me at that moment was giving him satisfaction.   We continued this for a long time, but finally I could feel his body stiffen, his breaths shorten, and his balls pull up into his body.   He grabbed my hair and started violently pushing my mouth down over his cock.   “Suck my cock boy, suck it.  Suck it.  Swallow my cum”.   And then it happened.

He exploded like he had never cum before.  He screamed “YEEEESSSS”, while he came and pushed his cock so far down my throat I was unable to breathe for a moment.  Sadly, some of the cum went straight down my throat, but I was able to pull back and retrieve the last few blasts.   And like all the times before, I saved it in my mouth to share with him.  After his final spasm, I pushed my body up to kiss him and he opened his mouth like a hungry bird.  Taking all the cum I had saved for him in my mouth, we playfully pushed it back and forth between us before having to swallow it.   But I still didn’t want to leave this steamy, jungle-like heaven, so got up from the floor and moved up to the tile seating area where he sat, laid down on the bench facing him, placed my head in his lap, took his softening cock in my mouth and closed my eyes.   The showers were still pouring hot water and steam was still pouring from the vents.  It was hot, steamy, and humid.  My head was in my Daddy’s lap, his satisfied cock in my mouth, and, once again, I wanted time to stop.

After an indeterminable amount of time, I felt him shake me awake.  I had contentedly fallen asleep while sucking on his dormant cock. “C’mon tiger,” he kidded me, “time for bed.”

Richard had thoughtfully prepared towels and robes so it didn’t take long to dry off, robe up, and climb into his bed.   Both naked again and with my back to him, he pulled me into a strong, possessive hug.  “I hope I never lose you,” he sighed.

“You won’t Daddy.  You won’t”

That’s the last thing I remember before the morning.   We both woke up at the same time in exactly the same position as before.   And he was still hugging me with the intensity he had when we had fallen asleep.

We lingered in bed for I can’t remember how long until we finally had to surrender to the day.   We showered, got dressed and grabbed some brunch at a favorite place of his. 

We were enjoying a breezy, carefree time over breakfast, when he slowly transformed back into Richard the therapist.   I knew he had something to share so I put my fork down and listened.

“Jarod”, he started, “I think you know how pleased I am with your progress.  I never would’ve guessed you’d come this far this fast.  And, personally, I need to add that I’m falling for you.  No, I have fallen for you.  I want this to continue.”

I grabbed his hands across the table and responded instantly, “Oh Richard, me too.  Me too.  I’ve never been this happy.”

He continued, “I want to be your mentor, your guide, your biggest supporter…and your lover.  If we keep going, our relationship would obviously be sexual, but I also want to help you grow and reach your potential.  I’m not exactly sure what that would look like, but I need to know if we’re on the same page.”

“I don’t even have to think about it,” I responded without hesitation.  “Everything we’ve been through together has been a dream come true.”

“And if we did continue and grow the relationship in this direction, we’d have to agree that you would submit to my needs.   Now, you know I’m not into an extreme dom/sub scene.  But we’d need a tacit agreement that I’m in charge and that you’re comfortable with that.”

Without missing a beat I responded, “Of course.  That’s why I’ve benefitted so much from these past weeks.  I look up to you, respect you, and admire you. I want to hand myself over to you to help shape me. To help me reach my potential.” 

“It makes me so happy to hear you say that.  I felt that from you but didn’t want to be presumptuous”, he finished.

“But here’s the catch,” he surprised me.  “There’s one more step we need to take together to achieve what we’re talking about.  And, should you go forward, you may find it more difficult than even last night.  It could shake you to your core, but I believe it would be tremendously healing.”  He paused and then added, “I’m proposing we meet for dinner in a quiet place Tuesday night and I’ll explain it to you.  We don’t have the time to get into it now, and frankly, for me anyway, last night and this morning were a dream come true.  I’d like that to just sit for awhile before I explain what could be next.   And you’ll need to decide if you want to do it early in the week because the next step includes others and they’d need the time to plan.”

A jumble of emotions bounced around my brain:  intrigue, fear, exuberance, alarm, curiosity, excitement, the list was endless.  As clueless as I was, there was no way I could at least not hear him out.   We had both just professed our commitment to one another, and last night had been…there’s no word to describe it.  I needed to hear what that one last step would be.

“Of course Richard.  How could I say ‘no’ now, after all we’ve been together.  Just tell me where and when and I’ll be there.”   Straight to the point.  

“Red Lantern Pub, Tuesday at 7:30”, he responded. 

And with that, he clutched my hands, leaned over the table, and kissed me.   I couldn’t imagine what he was going to propose, and I couldn’t wait to hear it.

 

End of Chapter 5