Tales Of a Slut In Training

Prologue

You know the saying that goes " In order to know who you are, you need to know what you like, and what you do not like " ? Well, I've done it. I've surrendered to my sexual curiosity. I've learned what I never want to experience again, what I would only do with someone I can completely trust, what I would love to try again with new people, and what I cannot live without.

My name is Alioune Markus Diallo. This the story of how I was trained to become a perfect slut, and how I found happiness in the process.

Chapter 1

For a young man like me, college was as much about planning my future, getting a higher education, as it was about discovering myself, and exploring the many possibilities that were presented to me. I was so eager to go into the city that was promising me so much freedom. Therefore, I put in every damn effort I had into achieving that goal. I worked like a dog, day and night, to make sure that I secured my spot in the school that offered the best programs, as long as they offered a scholarship.

I knew very soon that I wasn't straight. And for the longest part of my teenage years, that single thought frightened the living hell out of me, and for good reasons. My father, Souleymane Diallo, is a Senegalese self-made businessman, the eldest son, the leader of his family, with four sisters. My mother, Mariama Da Silva, is a strong Cape Verdean woman, mother and wife, who raised four children the very best she could, without ever sacrificing her career. While they are both very religious, my dad is Muslim and my mom is Christian. But they were a team, they chose each other as partners, so they made it work. My baby brother, Oumar Brian, and I are Muslims, like our father, while my two sisters, Aissatou Celia, the eldest, and Khadi Helena, the youngest, are Chistians, like our mother.

Growing up with both religions in the same household might seem weird for others, but to us, it was the best thing ever. We had the best of both worlds, because we knew we prayed to the same god, just in a different language, and with different rules. So whenever we had the chance to celebrate Him, we took it. Literally every single holiday was a full-on party at our house, and people were lining up by the phone to be invited.

The first time I remember feeling a strong attraction towards another boy, I was 10 years old. We met at my Tae Kwon Do club, where we were often sparring partners. His name was Elliott, and he was a very kind boy who was never afraid to fight to defend thos he cared about. If anything, was too willing to fight, as many of our elders in the club learned, when they tried to bully us. He was my first real friend, and the first person I came out to, when we were in our senior year. For 7 years, I bettled with my feelings towards him, until I gathered all the courage I had to come out to him, only to have him laugh in my face, before hugging me and telling me he has known for a long time. So when we talked about college, we always thought about going at least in the same city, if it wasn't possible to get into the same school.

Since our grades in school were solid, despite him struggling in Maths for all of our time in High school, both our families were willing to let us be roomates when we got to London. I had secure my spot at the University of Buckingham in Software Engineering, and he made it onto the medical program at UCL. The first month after we arrived was filled with the best memories we had together. Having the freedom to be the naughtiest kids we could be was euphoric. Until our first grades came along, and we both had to check ourselves, if we wanted to continue to be free. Of course, we continued to party when the opportunity came, but at least we were a lot more responsible, especially Elliott. Of all the couples in high school, his relationship with his girlfriend, Nerah, was the only one that survived the distance. They were madly in love, and she became one of my closest friends.

I, myself, only had a few flings, mostly with girls, but nothing serious, simply because I cared too much about my freedom to invest all my time in one relationship. Being a closeted black Senegalese man in Abidjan, there was enough pressure on my back, being the first son and all, for me too chain myself in a relationship. I was too scared to be labeled as promiscuous, so I wasn't having as much sex as my peers at the time. But now, I'm in London, baby. The options are limitless. I can have as much sex as I want, because I have absolutely no one to answer too.

Whether it is a quickie in the locker room with a hungry bottom at the gym, a steamy hot threesome with a couple classmates, a dirty blowjob on a rooftop, I was having it all. For the first time in my entire life, I was fucking anyone I wanted, to the point where my balls were often empty.

Getting laid was never a problem for me, given my looks. Being a dark skin, 6 foot black young man with long twisted hair and brown eyes, I tend to attract people's eyes on me. Also, doing Tae Kwon Do for so many years gave me quite the toned body, and I do my best to take care of it. Call me vain or narcissistic even, but I like having a nice body, and most importantly, I like the way it makes people feel. I like feeling like they are enjoying what they are seeing, that they want to touch it, and sometimes even more…

The first week of my second semester, my life took a drastic turn, that changed my life forever. I was chilling at home from a long day at school, cooking for me and my roommate, because otherwise, he would not feed himself, when I got a call from my father. At first, I was a bit surprised, because he rarely called during the week, but I still tok a deep breath and answered:

• Hello, Papa, what's up..? I asked, a bit reserved, despite my cheerful tone.
• Hello Alioune. Are you alone? We need to talk privately, he said, right off the bat.
• Yes, I'm alone, Elliott won't be home for another hour, I said, now anxious.

I had a feeling they were not satisfied with my grades for the first trimester, but since I passed every class, I thought they would just scold me. Guess I was wrong:

• Good, he said with his firm business voice. Your mother and I have discussed, and we've come to the agreement that simply scolding you will not be enough, given where you are.
• But, Papa… I started, eager to defend myself, but he wasn't willing to listen.
• We realized that we gave you too much money every month, that you felt like you could spend it every week-end in a different night club.
• What?! But, Papa..
• Let me speak, Alioune ! Starting this month, you will start working for your own money. We will only send the money for the rent and the groceries. If you need more you can work for it, young man. Maybe this will teach you to focus on your priorities.
• Papa, wait ! I said, before realizing he had already hung up on me. What the actual hell just happened ?! I said, letting myself fall down on the nearest chair, completely schocked.

I sat on that chair for a couple minutes, which felt like hours, before feeling Elliott shaking my shoulders:

• Al, wake the fuck up man, he screamed, clearly panicked. You're going to set our kitchen on fire !

I turned around, only to see that a fire on the pan I left on the stove was slowly starting to get bigger. We both rushed to get the fire extinguisher before it got too wild, and turned it off. I didn't even had the time to exhale, that Elliott was already coming at my throat:

• Dude, what happened?! You could have died in there, you dumbass !
• I know, El, I said, keeping my head down. I just got off the phone with my dad, and it is not good.
• What is it? He asked, suddenly worried.
• They cut me off, man! I exhaled. They said every penny I would spend for partying will have to be a penny I earned! Do they even know how expensive life is here?!
• Al… he said, starting to laugh. They have a point, you know ?
• Hey, which side are you on? I said, pouting.
• Come on, dude, he said, clearly laughing. We both knew there would be consequences to our behavior last semester.
• I know, but they did not have to cut me off! I yelled, on the verge of tears.
• You can get a job on the week-ends, he added. Of all the clubs we went to, at least one of them has to be hiring, he said, suspiciously walking away. Now, get up, get your shit, together and make me dinner, slave!
• You asshole! I yelled, as he ran out of my reach and onto his room.

The following Friday night, I started looking for a job whenever I saw a sign saying they were hiring. Everywhere I went, I was given a negative answer. Whether it was because of my age, the fact that I was a student, therefore not available every day, and on occasion, I had a feeling that the way I looked was throwing people off. I was about to lose hope until I arrived in front of the Backstreet. I had barely said "Hi" to the guy who looked like the bouncer, the typical muscular and dark dude, that a forty-something gentleman grabbed me by my arm:

• You, he said, feverously. Please tell me you're the applicant we're waiting for!
• Huh… Yes, sure, this is me, I said, confused.
• Great, you look amazing, he said, in what looked and sounded like a moan.

I started to feel a bit anxious, as he pulled me inside the club, pushing everperson we came across, shouting at them to move out of the way, while I apologized everytime. This was my first time in a club like this. Every single person I saw was wearing some form of leather harness, jacket or collar. I actually thought that they looked great in it. We finally arrived in what I guess was his office, and he did not waste a single second before beginning the interview:

• How old are you ? He asked, with his nose in some papers.
• I'm nineteen, sir, I replied, nervous. I'm a student.
• Oh, I see, he said, looking up at me. Looking for a bit of easy cash, aren't we ?
• No, I shouted. I need a job. Desperately. My parents cut me off, and a boy needs to eat. I did not want him to think I wasn't serious about this. Whatever this was.
• Hum… And how many nights a week are you prepared to work, lad? He asked, and I thought to myself that he had a really thick accent.
• Well, in the beginning, it will have to be the week-ends, just until I finish the paperwork at the university, notifying them that I would be working part-time.
• And after that?
• Well, I added, trying to make a joke. If you have not tried to kill me by then, we could talk a more permanent offer…
• Well if I want to kill you, I will not do it here, so… He said, with a creepy grin.

I must have made quite the face, because he immediately stated:

• That was a joke, boy! Before sighting loudly. Well, this is a leather bar, and our waiters are required to wear quite the uniform. Are you comfortable showing your body?

Surprisingly, that information had not sunk into my head, at least not until he mentioned it. I was applying for a job in a leather bar. The only memories I had regarding leather was when I was buying everyday clothes, or when my dad was whipping me with his belt. But I needed that money. And as long as I only had to show some parts of my body, I was willing to do it.

• Yeah, I guess… I said, hesitantly.
• You guess? He asked.
• How much, exactly, to I have to show? I asked, in an uncomfortable manner.
• Well, you'll see in a bit, he said as he was getting up.

He then took me to the staff's locker room, where two guys were already changing. They both were very sexy, in two different ways. The first one was a 6 foot blonde jock who looked like he came out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue, while the other looked like a Middle Eastern twink who recently started working out. My interlocutor proceeded to show me the place, as if I was already hired:

• Robbie, late again, I see, he said to the blonde twunk, while moving me towards him. Would you please give this young man an outfit that fits him?
• Sure thing, boss, he replied, before opening a locker and pulling out a hanger that held clothes I had only seen on posters, or in porn. Here, try this, he said to me.
• Huh…Help? I awkwardly asked.
• Sure, he said, clearly amused. Take your shirt off. I'm Robert by the way, Robbie for this one, pointing at his boss, and this is Farid, he added, showing me his colleague, who turned around and winked at me.
• How do I look? I asked them, after he finished putting on the harness.
• See for yourself, he said, turning me towards the mirror.

What I saw in the reflection did not look, for a second, like me. I never saw myself like this. The harness was bringing out the muscles in my chest, defining the curve in my arm in a way that made it look a lot bigger than it was.

• I think he likes it, I heard Farid saying behind me. I think we got ourselves a new pup!
• A new nothing to you, you horny dog, his boss interjected, before looking back at me. If you're up for it, you can start today, boy.
• Yes, sir, I simply nodded. Where should I start ?
• Wow, somebody's eager to work, said Robbie before giving me a loud and painful pat on the back. Welcome to the team, dude!
• Thanks, I exhaled, massaging my shoulder. I'm Alioune, by the way.
• Pleasure to meet you, he replied, with a large smile. What a nice ass you got, there, buddy! He said, before raising his hand to smack my butt.
• Thanks, I said, grabbing his hand right before it hit. I'm sorry, I don't remember getting your name, I said to the man who was, now, my boss.
• Tyler, he simply replied. Tyler Broughton, but everyone here calls me Master Ty, he said with a grin.
• Nobody calls you that, both his employees exclaimed at the same time.
• If a man can't even make a joke anymore, he said, rolling his eyes. You'll be starting with Farid, on the tables. It's still early, so it's perfect for you to get settled.
• Understood, sir, I said, still a little nervous.
• I know this is a leather bar, but unless you and I enter a Dom-Sub relationship, feel free to call me Tyler, he said, clearly amused.
• Okay,s..Tyler, I quickly corrected.
• Good, he said, laughing. I have a feeling you'll like it here, he said, leaving the room.

Farid then gave me a tour of the bar, showing me the different tables, as the first few customers arrived. One could say I became quite popular, because even those who were not at the tables I was assigned to, all wanted me to take their orders. Getting all this attention made me forget, for a while, that I was at work, but either Robbie or Farid would gladly get me back on track, either by smacking my ass for Robbie, which I started to think was a bit invasive, or by throwing some ice at me, for Farid.

As the night went on, customers came and went, all leaving generous tips that slowly took away my anxiety, I started to see why Tyler said I would like it there. The room was nice, very warm, due to the many people inside, who, by the way, were all very nice, even the most loud and obnoxious ones. I felt lucky, that I had found this place. I know that not everyone gets to work in such a nice environment, and I could appreciate that blessing.

Around 2 a.m., at the end of my first shift, I was waiting on one of the tables in the corner, and the man looked like he was about to leave:

• Would you like anything else, sir? I asked as I approached his table.

He was a very handsome man. I had to remind myself to look at his eyes, his gorgeous green eyes, and not the prominent bulge on his crotch. Not that it was hard, his eyes alone were very pleasant to look at. From his position, I couldn't tell his height, but everything else about him struck my eyes. His light skin tone, his muscular physique, his luscious and full beard with a few strands of grey hair. He was dressed in a very simple, yet very strong-looking manner. The harness on top of his white t-shirt was drawing my eye to his perfectly chiseled chest. The dark grey jeans he wore were a perfect match for the black leather Chelsea boots on his feets.

• I think I've had enough to drink for tonight, he said, in a suave tone, as I was cleaning his table. However, I am in the mood for a little snack… Any chance I could get your number ?
• Well, I'm actually more than a 'little' snack, I laughed in amusement, before leaning in closer. Too bad I'm not on the menu tonight! I exclaimed before leaning back to walk away
• Wait, he exclaimed as he grabbed the short strap on the back of my harness. When are you on the menu, then?

He got up and move closer, to the point where we were almost kissing, and I realized how tall he really his. He was probably close to 6 foot 5, and I felt completely dominated by him, as the strong scent of bay rum, musk and peppermint, with a dash of cocoa, was overshadowing the very air I was breathing.

• I'm dying for some dark meat today, he whispered, his minty breath cooling my face.
• Well, I murmured, struggling to maintain control of my voice. I guess you'll never know, will you? I whispered back at him, getting dangerously aroused at this point. If you'd excuse me, I have a job to get back to, I exhaled, eager to get away from him.

The entire walk back to the bar, I refused to let out the loud exhale that was sitting on my chest. For some reason, my ego refused to let this man know how much he rattled me. But I guess I was walking a bit more stiffly than usual, because as I was putting the empty glasses in the sink, Robbie, who was at the bar, looked at me with quite the amused smile:

• First night here, he gushed, and you're already scoring one of the best horses, huh?
• You mean the absolute best! Farid intervened. He's been coming here since before I was even here, and amongst us, I've been here the longest!
• Oh, really? I asked, intrigued. Then what is so special about him?
• Aside from being quite the successful businessman, Robbie started, using the tone of a detective conducting an interrogation, he's known for being quite the picky eater…
• He didn't seem so picky to me, I replied, a bit unsure. I'm sure he flirted with you two and others before.
• Oh, no, he did not, Rookie, Robbie insisted. He's always been polite with us, kind, even, he added, before pointing at me. You're the first one I recall to ever seeing him being so flirtatious with.
• Well, I started to get flusterd, I don't think I'm interested in pursuing whatever he's offering, I chuckled, visibly embarrassed.

I tried to be discreet as I turned around, only to see that he was already gone.

• Yeah, I believe you, laughed Farid, before I got to the table he left to pick up his tip. But at least, you know he's interested, he exclaimed, referring to the very generous tip I was holding.

It felt weird, receiving such a tip after flirting. I think I stayed still for a almost a minute, weighing the bills in my hand, before getting my wallet out, putting them in, with no intentions to use them. After that, Robbie and Farid taught me what to do when closing the bar. We checked the inventory, cleaned the bar, the room, did the dishes, which by the way, should never be done with someone as childish as Farid. I ended up a lot more wet than I needed to be, all because of this fool's imagination.

• Come on, man, he yelled at Robbie everytime he managed to get the detachable faucet back from my hands. You guys would make the perfect models for a calendar shoot!
• And you will end up the perfect test body for medical students if you don't stop this right now, Robbie shouted at him before grabbing him and forcing him into a MMA hold.
• Boys ! Tyler shouted, as he came in the room and witness the mess we had made. Who did this? He asked, with an angry look on his face.
• Farid did, Robbie stammered, as I simply pointed at the culprit.
• Sorry, Master Ty..., Farid apologized in a high pitch tone.

Tyler simply shook his head and rolled his eyes, giving up on the idea of talking some senses into those boys.

• Just finish cleaning and get the hell out of my bar, he said, leaving the room.
• Tyler, wait! I exclaimed, catching up to him. I was hoping we could talk about my schedule?
• Sure thing, lad, he agreed. But you might want to clean yourself up first, he said with a smile.
• Oh, yeah, I muttered.

I went back to Robbie and Farid who were already cleaning the mess they made. After we finished, we went back to the lockers and started changing back into our regular clothes.

• So, Alioune… Farid looked at me with a large smile. What do you think of our humble place of work ?
• So far, so good, I replied. The colleagues are nice to look at and to work with, I said with a wink, and they both smiled, and the harness is really starting to grow on me, I laughed.
• Good, Robbie laughed before coming to whisper into my ear. But just so you know, it's probably best to buy another one in case you plan to use it in the bedroom.
• Good to know, I giggled, deeply embarrassed.
• A buddy of mine is working at a sex shop not far from here, Farid added, handing me his phone. Give me your number, I'll send you the address so you can do a little shopping.
• Is the address the only thing you're planning on sending me ? I replied, with a smirk.
• For now, he giggled back.

On this lovely note, I left to go back to Tyler's office, as we agreed. I had a lot of fun on that first day, more than I thought would, so I really wanted our meeting to go smoothly.

• So, let's talk schedule, Tyler began, rubbing his hands while leaning back on his seat. Am I correct to assume you'll mostly be here on week-ends ?
• Yes, sir, I replied, before freezing in front of his stare. Sorry, force of habit, I quickly apologized.
• A habit I sure hope you'll soon break out of, he murmured.
• Right, I sighed. I don't mind coming during the week, since I don't have classes every morning, but the frequency might change, as will the days.
• That's not a problem, since we don't have as many customers during the week.
• Perfect, I said, satisfied with the program.
• Perfect, indeed. Do you need me to sign off on any documents for the school ?
• Oh, right, yes, I exclaimed. I completely forgot.
• Boys..., he sighed, shaking his head.
• We're not that bad,I replied, with a fake indignified tone.
• Meh…

We were both laughing when we left his office. We found the rest of the staff as everyone was leaving the bar, each going to their homes. I was so glad I found a solution to my financial problem, that I was still on a cloud when I left the establishment.

All that talk with my mysterious flirt and all the other cuties in the bar left me quite horny, to the point where I ended up searching for a quick fuck on my way home. As usual, a few decent offer came my way, and I settled for a hungry bottom that was only a few blocks away from my building. He was a middle-aged white dude with quite the bubble butt, at least according to his pictures. I needed a good fuck to release the pressure, so I gladly made a stop to his place.

He must have been as eager as I was, because the second I notified him that I was here, he gave me the entry code to the front gate, the floor his was on, and told me that the door was already open. I was a bit surprised, but I went along with it. When I made it to his door, I intentionally knocked really loudly.

• I'm here, I exclaimed, as I walked inside.
• In the bedroom, second door on the right in the hallway, I heard him yell.

I closed the front door, dropped my stuff on the nearest couch and found my way into the bedroom, only to find him already on all fours. I have to admit, the view was quite enthralling. He seemed flexible enough to keep his legs spread to the point where his crotch was almost directly touching the mattress.

• Somebody seems eager to be fucked, I said as I moved closer to him.
• I need it, he panted.

To see him being so verbally submissive aroused me to the point where my cock was already pulsating in my pants.

• Then I'm happy to oblige, I said, slapping his right cheek. But before you get to feel me plowing that hungry hole of yours, you must properly greet me, I grinned, taking my clothes off.
• Of course, he agreed as he turned around. Where are my manners ?

The way he looked at my body when his face was facing mine reminded me of a dog looking at a fine piece of bone. He was almost drooling when he lowerd his eyes to face my cock still in my briefs.

• You like what you're seeing ? I murmured, slowly stroking my dick through the light fabric.
• Fuck yeah ! He exclaimed, eager for more.
• Then let's see what you can do with it, I grinned as I started to take the last barrier of clothing I had on.

He did not waste a single second more. The dog comparison became more and more accurate as I saw him throw his mouth on my cock, licking it like it was the most delicious candy he ever tasted. I let out a soft grunt as he took my shaft in his mouth in almost all its entirety.

• That's it, man. Suck my cock... I moaned.

He was quite good at sucking cock. He wasn't afraid to deep throat my dick, and he gave me the blowjob just as I liked it: sloppy. At every stroke, I could feel his drool coming down my balls, which turned me on even more. Although he did not need it, I was guiding his head further down my shaft, and I could tell that he turned him on.

I knelt down on the bed, and started playing with his fabulous bubble butt, as he kept on slobbing on my cock.

• Your ass looks like it was made to be fucked, I grunted. Look at those cheeks bouncing, I said as I slapped them, making him moan in pleasure.  Turn around, I said I straightened back up.

He ruefully did as told, but I too needed something to taste. The second he got himself in position, I stuffed my face down between his plump and bouncy cheeks. I was pleased to notice that he had done the proper work to prepare himself, and as a reward, I dutifully ate his hole. It must have been a long time since he received such a treatment, because he quickly started moaning, and quivering on my tongue, which made me eat him even more passionately.

There is something about oral sex that always makes my blood rush to my penis. The selfish act of pleasing a partner without getting any physical pleasure, sends me over the edge. I always immerse myself in the task, and tonight was no exception. It was my turn to act like a hungry dog, and I ate his hole like it was my last meal.

• Fuck, you're…so fucking… good at this ! he stammered, struggling to pace his breathing.

I gasped as I removed my head from his ass, coming for air. His hole was wet enough, and stretched enough for me to start playing with it.

• Just wait until I get serious… I sighed, getting myself back up to get in position.

I took the condom and lube he placed beside him, and prepared my dick and his hole for their meeting. He was in such a rush that he could barely keep himself from shivering, which made me want to keep playing with him. I teased him, by placing the head of my cock right on his entrance, then playfully moving around it.

• Please, just fuck me, he begged.
• Well, when you ask like that… I grinned, right before I inserted myself in a slow, but forcefully manner. How could I refuse ?

His insides were so warm, my cock started pulsating even more. His moans became louder with each thrust, and he was slowly losing control of his breath as I plowed his hole. The way he kept his back arched, the perfect curve of his ass made me hornier, and I started to pound him harder and faster, driving myself to the edge. I stopped myself only by a few seconds before I reached an orgasm, and quickly removed myself in a loud grunt.

• Lie on your back, I ordered, struggling to contain the fire in my blood.

He quickly obeyed my order, eager for more. He instantly lifted his legs, grabbing the back of his knees, his eyes full of lust. I gave him a devilish grin as I roughly entered his hole again, making him squeal in a mix of pleasure and pain. I grabbed his neck to hold him steady as I pounded him harder than before, enjoying the redness that was spreading across his face. I could feel him getting closer to an orgasm as his chest started rising up, and he lifted his hips to give me more access to his insides. I put my arms under his shoulders and held him tighter as I spread my legs to fuck the air out of him.

• Holy shit… Fuck… Right there ! He exclaimed as his body started shivering from the internal orgasm he was having.

I felt my own body tightening as I took his mouth in  an intense and hungry kiss, and ejaculated inside him in one loud and satisfied moan. We laid there for a couple seconds before I slowly removed myself from inside him.

• Fuck, man ! You're one amazing stud ! He exclaimed.
• You're not so bad yourself, I replied, already getting back up.
• I'm Logan, he panted.
• Alioune, I replied. Pleasure to fuck you sir, I laughed.
• Anytime, he giggled back.
• Well, Logan, I hate to be that dude, but I'd better get home now. I said, already getting up.
• No worries, mate, he said. This was a hook-up, not a date.
• Exactly. Hopefully we'll meet again, I let out.
• For sure, he agreed. Here, let me give you my number, he said with his hand out.

I unlocked my phone and gave it to him as put my pants back on. I had already put my shirt back on when he gave me my phone back, and I sent him a quick message with just my name.

• Well, I guess I'll see you next time, Logan ! I joyfully said as I went back to the hallway where the rest of my stuff were, and left his apartment.

I was still high from the pleasure I had all night long when I got to my building. Then, it hit me.

How the fuck will I explain what I do and more precisely, where I work ? Telling Elliott will never be a problem. That man is my ride-or-die, I know for a fact, that he will always stand beside me. But my parents ? How on Earth am I supposed to tell them that I now work in a gay leather bar ? It was a struggle already, to convince them that letting my hair grow doesn't mean I'm going to do drugs, and I know how deeply homophobic they are.

When I was 14, my aunt found some porn videos on my laptop, and she couldn't help but telling her brother about this. The fact that it was porn could have flown by, if there wasn't some bisexual and also gay porn in those videos too. That man beat the crap out of me that day. As a scared teenager, I did the only thing I thought I could do. I promised that it was just curiosity, and nothing more. Looking back, I figure I probably should have dated some random girl just to throw them off, but each time I had the chance, I felt bad for them. I've loved and admired women. I still do. So lying to an innocent girl just trying to care for me always felt wrong.

Although I can understand where my parent's homophobia comes from, I've never been able to understand why they held onto it so damn much. Growing up, they always told us that we should always have faith, that religion is very important, but we should always remain true to ourselves, always lead with love. They taught us that the Commandments were more important than the rules. And yet, they refused to accept a sexuality different than theirs.

So now, I will have to lie, and for a long period. I was just making peace with this when I entered the apartment, finding Elliott chilling in front of the TV.

• Hey, man, he said when he saw me taking of my jacket. How was the job hunt ?
• Good, I replied. I actually started on the spot.
• So, he asked, intrigued. Where is it ?
• The Backstreet, on the Mile End Road, in the East End, I blurted out.
• Oh…Okay. I'm not sure I heard of it but, hey at least you found a job!
• You might want to look it up before you get too excited, I warned him.

I could see the confused look on his face, as he was searching it on his computer, sitting nearby, as usual. I also saw the exact moment he realized what the place was, as he opened his eyes wider than I've ever seen him do it.

• A leather bar ?! he exclaimed, in quite the high-pitched voice. Wait, what exactly do you have to do there?
• It's actually a BDSM leather bar, I corrected, wanting to prank him. I'll mostly be a waiter, but depending on the customers, I might have to do…Well, other things, I said, turning around so he couldn't see me clenching my jaw to prevent myself from laughing.
• What other things…? He asked, clearly panicked.
• Actually, I started with a soft voice, one of the doms there today asked me to whip his sub because he broke a glass.
• Holy shit! He exclaimed, mortified. You did not whip him right..?
• I had to man, I'm broke! Plus, he was very generous with his tips…
• Oh my God! You can't keep working there, mate !
• I'm not sure I can afford not to, El. I went to fifteen different places before going there, and they all turned me down. And the boss, Master Ty, I continued, remembering Tyler's joke, is a very nice gentleman. Not every bar owner would have agreed to hire a student with a constantly changing schedule.
• Master Ty… he repeated, his face turning pale.
• Yes, that's how we are to address him. He is the master, and we are the pups.
• That sounds hardcore, he gasped.
• Yeah but I can handle it, I replied. Anyway, I'm going to have to buy some harnesses for next week. Can I trust you to come with me to a sex-shop, I asked, knowing very well how shy he is when it comes to those things.

He blurted out a positive response as I walked into my room, barely containing myself, holding my breath before jumping on my bed, using the pillow the pillow to muffle the sound of my laughter.