Dylan's Descent

Dylan

Dylan is a 36 year old gay man. He’s an art dealer and collector. He’s a handsome enough guy, about 6’ tall, dark brown hair, brown eyes, decent shape. Nothing spectacular, but certainly not unattractive. He lives alone and has never really been involved in a relationship. He’s had a pretty rough time with life, most of which is self-inflicted. He knows he has a place in the world, he just hasn’t found it yet.

Dylan has an insatiable sexual appetite. After years of experience he has developed lots of kinks and fetishes. He tempts fate and often puts himself in dangerous situations. This is what gives him the ultimate rush.

He loves, loves, loves younger guys and obsesses about them frequently. He goes to a lot of trouble to meet and hook up with 18-20 something year olds, sometimes successfully, other times he has to settle for someone older. If he could be with younger boys, he would, but he knows that just isn’t acceptable.

As a hobby, he writes stories for some of the gay erotica sites on the internet. This is how he ultimately plays out his fantasies. They usually are highly sexual and almost always involve young boys. The characters he creates are usually based on someone he actually knows, someone he knows of or wants to know. Rarely are they random people. He used to worry that someone would discover his stories, figure out it was him and out him to the world, or worse. After writing and publishing them for so long, he eventually stopped worrying about it and started to get a little more daring – like using pictures with his stories of the boys he was writing about. 

Well, that turned out to be not such a good idea.

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[Dylan]

I was sitting at my computer working on another story when a message popped up on Facebook. Sam just turned 18 a week ago. I befriended him in a casual way, back when he was 16. Yeah, creepy, I know. He’s one of the few boys I’ve met who doesn’t seem to be bothered by being friends with a guy more than twice his age. He’s very into photography and quite talented. I’d probably follow him on social media even if he weren’t so cute, just to enjoy his work. I’m an art dealer and collector, so I’m always on the lookout for new talent. 

hey dylan

Hi Sam! How’s it going?

maybe not so good

Oh? What’s up?

does this look familiar 2u

(a comic style drawing of Sam pops up)

Well fuck. How did he find this? How am I going to explain my way out of this? I mean he can’t really know it’s me for sure. I’ll just play dumb.

No, I’ve never seen that. Where did it come from?

my friend found it on a gay website

a website that has a bunch of disgusting stories on it

a perv site

Wow. That’s unbelievable. I hope you figure out who did that. That’s really wrong.

dont play dumb w me

What?

not that hard to figure u out man

Fuck. How could he be on to me? Ugh. I guess if he read the story, it really wouldn’t be too hard to figure out.

Come on Sam! I’d never do something like that to you!

‘Sam is a cute young boy i met at a photography program for youth’

‘i loved his photos, but i loved him even more’

those are the parts im comfortable repeating

you didnt even bother to change my fucking name ASSHOLE

Um, Sam, really…I, uh…

stop fucking lying and admit its u

u fucking perv

Sigh. I’m caught. The worst part about it is this is one of my most graphic and twisted stories. It runs the gamut of sexual fetishes. I couldn’t be more embarrassed – and worried.

Sam, please. Please don’t say anything. I’ll take the picture down.

take the picture down? how about the whole fucking disgusting story dude?

its fucking gross! ur a fucking pedo perv freak

i should report u to the police right now

i should expose u to everyone in the arts community

NO! NO, please don’t. I’ll take it down. I’ll make it up to you.

yeah take it down and go fuck urself 

dont ever come near me again u fucking disgusting pig

u fucking suck man

i thought u were cool

fuck you

fuck fuck fuck you

y wouldd u do this to me?!!

I’m really sorry Sam. I was stupid. I’m so very sorry.

u made me look like a freak

how many people have seen this shit?

what if my friends saw that?

what if my mom saw that!

FUCKING GROSS

U FUCKING TWISTED PEDO FUCK

I didn’t mean any harm. I was just having fun. 

FUN?!?!!? fuuuuuck wtf

I know I know it's not fun. Sorry. It’s coming down. 

fuck you

And then the message box closed. I can’t believe how genuinely upset he seemed. Like beyond just pissed at me for being an asshole, but disappointed. I really fucked up. I ruined a friendship. I put myself at risk. He could ruin me. Fuck. How am I going to fix this? I could fix anything, but this might not be possible. Fuck me. Fuck my attraction to cute boys. Fuck my perverted fetishes. Fuck.

The message popped back up again.

srsly y would u do this to me man

such a let down

so freaking sad dude

what is ur prob

r u going to answer me?

His tone was different this time, in at least as much as one can tell from a messenger box. I sat there in shock. Should I even bother continuing this? He’s pissed and I don’t blame him. Or is he? Should I even encourage this to continue and hope for the best? Ugh. Maybe he won’t out me if I talk to him. God damn it.

ANSWER ME ASSHOLE!!

Ok, Ok. Sorry. You have me a little nervous now.

I’m so fucking sorry Sam.

y?

y me?

i see all those other stories about boys and none of them are like mine

WHY?

Sam…

I don’t know what to say…

yes u fucking do

tell

me

WHY

I like you Sam. I like you a lot.

fucking creepy fucker

u really are a pedo aren’t you

no wonder u were trying to be my friend when i was fucking 16

ur what 40? ur older than my fucking parents!

I’m sorry.

Well, I’m not really older than his parents. I really didn’t know what to say at this point. I really did like him. All of the other times I tried to befriend a cute boy around his age or older, I was always viewed as a creep. I knew that it probably wasn’t normal, but why couldn’t I have a friend who was so much younger? Why can’t I be attracted to a boy like him? If I tried to follow a boy on Instagram, he’d either not accept my request or block me. Sam accepted me. On Facebook, if I tried to ‘friend’ some kid, I’d get blocked. Sam accepted my ‘friend’ request. I didn’t do this randomly; they were usually kids that I was somehow connected to through a friend or colleague. Some of my adult friends and colleagues were probably suspicious of me, especially if it was their kid. His Mom didn’t seem to care, though she’s a hugely successful photojournalist and is rarely even home. (His Dad hasn’t been in the picture since he was 3 or 4.) Yes, I liked him. I had a strong sexual attraction to him. I made up those stories because those were the fantasies I’d fall asleep to, that I’d dream about, that I’d jerk off to. And now he’s legal. 

u like me? as in more than a friend like

Yes. A lot.

There was a long pause after my last message. I thought maybe he had enough or was too mad to continue. Maybe he was figuring out whom to tell and take me down. The silence was killing me. I walked away from my computer to make myself a drink. After I poured some rye, I heard the messenger beep again.

come pick me up

What?

u heard me

come pick me up

ill be at starbucks on porter

pull up like ur my lyft

Um, what’s going on?

just do as i say

send me ur digits

What does this kid have planned? Is this a trap? Are the cops going to be there? Will he have a gun? Fuck. I shouldn’t go. I should just ignore him. I sent him my phone number. Fuck. Ok, calm down. It’s all good. He just wants to talk to me or something. Maybe he wants to punch me in the face. I deserve that. My phone buzzed.

Sam: did u leave yet?

Dylan: No.

Sam: dont fuck with me now dude get going

Dylan: I’m on my way. Give me 20 minutes.

I sucked down my drink, pulled myself together and got in the car. I took a deep breath and started on my way. I was shaking, I was so nervous. This could really end badly. This WILL end badly. I was about ten minutes away when my phone started buzzing again. A lot. I pulled over to see what was going on. It was a barrage of texts from Sam.

NOW LISTEN TO ME FAGGOT

YOURE GOING TO DO EVERYTHING I SAY

YOURE GOING TO GIVE ME ANYTHING I WANT

YOURE GOING TO DO ANYTHING FOR ME

YOURE MINE NOW

I FUCKING OWN YOU

IF YOU DON’T OBEY I WILL RUIN YOU

I AM YOUR MASTER

YOU ARE MY BITCH

YOU ARE MY FAGGOT

Well. This has escalated quickly. Apparently his way of dealing with this is to blackmail me and call me names. I can’t say it isn’t going to work. What else can I do? He holds all the cards. I fucked up. Actually, I’m very turned on by this. Does he just want my money? Could it turn into more? Shit, stop that. He’s able to ruin your life. It’s not a fucking hook up. It’s survival.

I pulled up to the Starbucks. Sam was waiting by the door. He is so fucking hot. He’s standing there in a vintage camo jacket with a dark graphic tee underneath, rumpled jeans with a tear near one of the knees, black fingerless gloves and black military style boots. His big, floppy mop of dark brown hair was practically covering his face and his thick dark eyebrows; his nose ring was just visible. He had earbuds in with a wire disappearing into his jacket. For some reason, probably because he has some power over me right now, his slight thin, kind of scrawny, maybe 5’ 4” frame looks very imposing. He gets in the back seat.

“Drive west. I’ll tell you where to go. Don’t fucking say a word to me.”

I nodded and started westward. He sat just right in the back seat so he was in direct view and he was just staring at me. I couldn’t help but keep looking at him. He’s so fucking beautiful.

“Eyes on the road faggot.”

How could this young boy be so dominant? Where did he learn this behavior? He was never like this. He’s always been so sweet and nice. Who knew he had a dark side? Of course it could be brought on by him feeling violated by me. As he gave directions, I figured out we were on our way to Wyngate Village – the super fancy shopping center with all of the expensive stores. He was going to make me buy him shit. I guess that’s what I’d do too if a creepy old dude made up stories about me online and didn’t want me to tell anyone. I hope he doesn’t go crazy. I’m not wealthy by any standard. I can’t afford to be a Sugar Daddy.

“Pull up right there, faggot.”

He liked to call me faggot. I definitely won’t complain. I actually like hearing him call me that. We were parked in front of Allen Photo – a high end camera store. Great.

“We’re going into the camera store. I know exactly what I want and you’re going to buy it for me. The story is, you’re my uncle and you’re buying me this for my eighteenth birthday. You do remember that I AM EIGHTEEN, right? I may be legal, but you know it’s fucking creepy.”

He was being a smartass now. It was fucking hot. I don’t know what is going to come of this episode, but I’m getting into it.

We went into the store and walked up to the counter. He talked to the saleswoman, exchanged pleasantries, introduced me as his uncle and went about the business of buying his camera. More than $1,800 later, we walked out of the store with a camera and bunch of accessories. I had no idea you could pay that much for a camera – and it wasn’t even the most expensive one! With this purchase alone, he basically wiped out all of my liquid cash. I barely had enough left to cover my bills for the month.

“I’m hungry, Uncle Dylan,” he scoffed at me, “we’re going to lunch.”

We walked over to a sandwich shop and both ordered food. I paid and he went and sat at a table. I stood there and waited for our food and brought it to the table. He was really working this. We quietly dug into our sandwiches. While he ate he just kept glaring at me with a combination of anger and dominance. It was very sexy, but also a bit disconcerting since I had no idea what he was thinking. It was really fucking with my head. We were sitting smack dab in the middle of the shop with people all around us. 

“So, how do you like being fin dommed by a teenager?”

“Um, it’s ok I guess?”

“Get used to it. In fact, get used to just being dominated by me. Remember my texts. Save them. Refer to them often so you remember that I. Own. You.”

He leaned forward and smiled as he said that. It was very convincing. And hot. I was really trying not to get hard, but I was. This boy was as hot as I thought he was and more. I have no idea where he’s going with this, but I’m into it.

“I need some new boots, so we’re going to get those today too. That will be enough for now.”

“Um, Sam…”

“MASTER Sam.”

Of course he wants me to call him Master. He seems to know exactly how to play this. It’s like he’s been planning this or at least has had some help figuring this out.

“Master Sam, I am sorry to say that I can’t afford anymore today. I have just enough money to pay my bills this month. I can’t use that on you now.”

He leaned forward even closer than before, he said with a dark, raspy tone, “and this is my problem, how?”

“Well, I mean…”

“This is your fucking problem to figure out, not mine.”

He then pulled out his phone. He pulled up a draft email and showed it to me.

“This is the email with the fucked up story attached to it. I already have about 38 people cued up to send it to. Your friends, my Mom, your fancy art people, all I have to do is press send and you’re fucked. Fucked real good faggot. Probably not how you want to be fucked either.”

He immediately switched to a chipper demeanor. “Ready to go Uncle Dylan?”

I was doomed. This talk was driving me crazy.

We walked over to the shoe store. He bought a pair of boots, a pair of sneakers, socks and a key chain. That was another $780. I was fucked for the month. We left the store and went back to the car. Once again he hopped into the back seat. He rifled through the bag and pulled out the key chain. He handed it to me.

“This is just a reminder of your position. You will put this on your key ring and look at it every day. It’s subtle so you don’t have to explain it to anyone, but you’ll always know it’s there. If this goes well, you might need to be more obvious about what you are. We will have to see how good of a slave you are. So far, I’m impressed. Faggot.”

“Thank you, Master Sam.”

So, now I’m a slave? I’m his slave. I can’t imagine this all just popped into his head this morning. He is moving quickly. He knows what he’s doing. I looked at what he gave me. It had a tag on it that said ‘owned’. I didn’t even see them in the store and had no idea they even had such things. How did he know? Anyway, I can’t say I wasn’t pleased. I clutched it close to my chest and then started the car and awaited his order.

“Drive me back to Starbucks, faggot. I’m done with you for today.”

I drove off. When we pulled up to Starbucks, he leaned forward.

“This is just the beginning, and there is no end, unless you count my ruining your life as the end. If you’re lucky, I might get bored with you and want nothing else to do with you. Don’t count on it. I’d rather destroy you. Since you claim to like me so much, I want you to text me every hour until midnight with something that you like about me. Each text has to be at least ten words. You can’t repeat phrases. Be creative. If I like them, I’ll reward you tomorrow. If I don’t you will be punished.”

He opened the door and started to get out. He quickly stopped and turned around.

“Oh, and don’t think you’re going home to jerk off to me after all of this today. You know that is creepy and gross. Don’t even think about touching yourself or anyone else until I give you permission. Bye faggot.”

Wow. Just about four hours ago, I was being read the riot act for what I did to him. Now, I’m his slave. I mean it is obvious. He’s using me. So far, just financially, but why would he tell me not to touch myself? He must have other ideas. Or he’s just playing with my head. The texts are just to stroke his ego. Whatever. I can’t say I don’t want something like this. I really want this and I really want him. Hopefully this doesn’t turn out to be a huge mistake. I’ve been burned before. I don’t know how I’m going to do this, but I am going to commit myself to making this work. 

I watched as he wandered off. He’s so fucking sexy. He had a real swagger as he walked away. He was feeling this in a big way. A very good, but big way.

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