I felt a hand gently jiggling my shoulder, and mumbled, "I'm sorry, Ed. I love you." I reached out blindly, confused because I wasn't holding anyone, then rubbed my eyes and sat up abruptly. Maverick was standing over me, looking puzzled. I burst out laughing. "I was dreaming I was Larry." I stretched and put my feet on the floor, rubbing my eyes again. "Are they up yet? What time is it?"
Maverick shook his head. "Six-thirty. I let you sleep a little longer, 'cause nothing's happening."
I walked blearily over to the food cupboard. Maverick had gone back to the console. "Cereal?" I called back to him.
"Sure."
I returned to the console with two bowls of cereal in milk, plus banana slices. "Have they moved at all?"
Maverick shook his head again. "Really out cold."
On the screen, Larry's and Ted's naked bodies were entangled, clinging to each other as if in mutual need. "I imagine Ted's got his whole day planned out."
"I'm sure."
Ted was beginning to stir, gently moving his forearm, his hand stroking "Zeke" from upper back to buttocks. I smiled. "He probably wishes..."
I suddenly jumped out of my seat. "Oh!! Yeah!!"
Maverick whirled in his seat at looked up at me, a worried look on his face. "What?"
I looked at Maverick's expression and laughed. "No, it's okay, but I just had the greatest idea! Do you know about..."
Suddenly Larry was obviously awake, returning Ted's caresses, pulling him closer and kissing him . I sat down again, patting Maverick on the shoulder. "I'll tell you later. I hope I get a chance to tell Larry too. He'll love it!"
I assumed this day would go much like the first. I watched as Larry and Ted fed each other breakfast — with spoons this time, accompanied by lots of giggling and kisses in between bites. Afterwards they showered together. The door to the shower was completely transparent. The glass must have been treated to resist condensation, because no fog interfered with the camera's view of Larry and Ted stroking each other with soapy sponges, caressing each other, their kisses growing gradually longer. Finally, they stood pressed together and Larry wrapped a hand around both of their erections. They kissed and writhed while Larry stroked them both to a huge orgasm that splattered all over the glass door.
Larry dried Ted and then himself, and they emerged from the bathroom, holding hands. Ted led Larry to the easy chair, and Larry draped himself over the seated Ted as he had yesterday. He looked surprised when Ted smiled and made a get-up gesture with his finger. He complied, asking worriedly, "What do you want, Ed? I'll do anything."
Ted's smile widened. "That's the spirit, Zeke. And that will help you very much in your next character."
Larry frowned. "What — what do you mean?"
"Well, you've got the lover role down so well, I think we can put a wrap on that. Let me tell you what I want you to be now."
Larry said cautiously, "O...kay..."
Ted stood and walked to the back wall, as Larry turned, puzzled, watching Ted's progress.
Ted reached into a niche in the wall, and returned moments later, carrying several chains and padlocks, and a small whip. Larry looked down at the metal bands on his wrists, and caught on quickly. As Zeke, he started backing away, shaking his head.
Ted stopped and snapped, "Come here. Don't make me chase you around."
Larry stopped, not yet approaching. "P-please don't, Edward. I hate the idea of being tied up. I was really scared when you had me that way before. In 'The Bank Job' they were going to have Stephen tie me up, and I made them rewrite it so he just held me at gunpoint..." He stopped suddenly, as if aware he was babbling.
Ted's mouth was a thin line. "Come here. Hold your arms up."
Unwillingly, Larry took a step toward Ted. "There must be something else I can do. Please?"
Ted stood with his hands on his hips, a chain dangling from one. "Are you going to stop being a Good Boy now?" He gave Larry a significant look.
Larry moaned. "I don't like this."
Ted gave an exasperated sigh and smiled. "Zeke, I thought you'd figured it out by now! This isn't about what you like."
"Zeke" gave up resisting. He came back to Ted and stood obediently as Ted circled his waist with a chain, locking it in place, then ran another tightly between his legs.
Larry squeaked at the touch of the chains and whined, "It's cold."
"Not in another minute. Turn away, and put your hands behind you."
With another moan, Larry turned, and moments later both wristbands were locked to each other, and to the chains running around his waist. He sighed and looked down as Ted knelt behind him and used two more padlocks to attach a chain, a little over two feet long, to run between his ankle bands. Ted stood up and patted Larry's butt playfully, then came around to stand in front of him.
Sullenly, Larry mumbled, "So I'm your slave now?"
Ted grinned. "Zeke, you've been my slave since you woke up in here, but if you mean is that your next character, it is, yes. Now, let me see you kneel and stand up. You can get used to doing that, in spite of the hobble chain."
After glaring again at Ted, Larry looked down at the floor. "How am I supposed to do it without my hands?"
"You'll figure it out."
Expelling a heavy breath from his nose in irritation, Larry moved his right leg back until the chain stopped his ankle. He kicked back as if trying to make the chain longer, then finally bent both knees, letting his right touch the floor, then leaning a little farther right to take the weight off his left foot, then quickly shifting his weight back to the left to keep from falling over while he drew his left foot back as fast as he could, wincing as he banged his left knee on the floor and desperately working to keep his balance as he nearly toppled to the left. He looked up at Ted, his mouth a thin line.
Ted nodded. "That was good for a first try. Now stand up."
Larry lifted his right knee and brought his right foot forward, but couldn't quite move it far enough to get his weight over it. Frustrated, he tried the same thing on the other side, inevitably with no better results. Finally, both knees back on the floor, he flattened his toes on the floor and rocked back, and found he was able to shift his weight back to his feet and stand.
"Okay. Try it again."
After a few repetitions, Larry became more graceful. He was able to kneel quickly without smacking his knee against the floor. He finished standing, and resumed glaring at Ted.
Ted clapped his hands. "Good for you!" With one end of the last remaining chain he was holding, he reached up toward Larry's collar.
Larry, seeing what was coming, backed away again, saying hopelessly, "No, no, no..."
Frowning, Ted snapped his fingers. Larry stopped abruptly, his mouth open in shock, and Ted reached forward and snapped the last chain onto a ring on Larry's collar. He then bent to pick up the whip, which he had momentarily set down on the floor.
The corners of Ted's mouth curled upwards. "Now, are you ready to hear the details of your next role?" The links of Larry's leash jingled as Ted flicked it playfully.
Larry snapped irritably, "I already know what it is!"
Ted waved dismissively. "Not the finer points and subtleties. Now stay quiet and listen, because it's already started. You're to listen and obey. Understood?"
Larry opened his mouth, but held the words back. Indecision seemed to freeze him for a moment, before he finally nodded, his brows knitted in anger.
Ted smiled and patted Larry's shoulder. "Good boy. Now, this character will be a little similar to your last one, but will go well beyond it. As before, you love me, but this time not as an equal. Here's the key to your character. I don't just own your body. I own your mind. You have given your life over to me as a willing slave because of your obsession with me. Your entire being is built around worshipping me and serving me... Ah-ah!" Ted glared and held up a warning finger, as Larry opened his mouth to interrupt. Ted went on as Larry sullenly subsided.
"Your only lines of dialogue will be easy to remember. They are, 'Yes, Master,' 'Thank you, Master,' and 'I'm sorry, Master.' One would hope you won't have to use the last one very often, but you will whenever it is needed."
Ted's eyes seemed to grow brighter by the minute as his excitement built. "Your duties are very simple as well. Obviously, you're in no position to do any heavy lifting." He smirked, reaching behind Larry to pat his bound hands. "But you can still do some very useful things. Whenever I feel a need of your service, I'll point to a part of my body and give you a command, and you will say, in a heartfelt way, 'Thank you, Master,' and carry out the command eagerly on that part of my body, not only happy to be able to please me, but in fact thrilled to be allowed even to touch me. So much so that you will only stop when I order you to."
Larry was breathing hard through his nose, a sign of the fury "Zeke" was feeling.
"Excepting only the times when carrying out an order makes it impossible, you are to keep your eyes on my face, waiting for your next command. The sight of me, the sound of my voice, the feel, the smell, the taste of my body — these are the things you live for, the center of your existence. Understood?"
Larry, shaking and apparently unable to keep his feelings bottled up any longer, let loose with a loud "Gahhh!!" and stood looking at Ted, his teeth clenched.
Ted smiled, and reached out to stroke Larry's buttock. "Remember what happens if you're not a good boy."
Larry, still breathing hard, gave him a curt nod. The threat, of course, would always be the trump card that would conquer any rebellion by Zeke.
Ted gave Larry's backside one last slap. "There we go. Now, I'll give you about sixty seconds to get yourself in the frame of mind of your character. When I snap my fingers, you need to be ready. From now."
Larry closed his eyes, and moaned briefly, then was silent. His breathing slowed, and, very slowly, he seemed to relax, as if by force of will.
I couldn't detect any sign of startlement on Larry's part when Ted snapped his fingers. Larry simply opened his eyes, wide, and fixed them on Ted's face. His mouth hung slightly open, his whole expression suggesting utter fascination.
Ted simply smiled, turned away and began walking, holding Larry's leash. Larry necessarily followed. At first, he nearly tripped over the hobble chain. He learned quickly to keep his feet slightly apart and move them in a deliberate rhythm that kept the chain dragging behind him. He had plenty of time to learn, as Ted led him on several circuits around the room, looking back often to satisfy himself that Larry's eyes were glued to his.
Ted stopped at last in front of the big chair and turned to sit in it, with Larry standing in front of him. Ted pointed imperiously to the floor to the left of the chair and snapped his fingers. Larry quickly shuffled to stand where Ted had pointed. Ted said, "Down!" and snapped his fingers again. Larry knelt, gracefully now, as if he'd been doing it for years, his leash draping itself over the arm of the chair. Ted smiled and patted Larry's shoulder, murmuring "Good boy."
Larry leaned his head over and stroked the back of Ted's hand with his cheek, a beatific smile curling his lips, his eyes still on Ted's face. Ted's brows knitted, and he lightly slapped Larry's arm with the whip — actually a small token slave crop similar to those used at Academy parties, used more to shame a slave for failure of service than to hurt him — and snapped, "No! Never touch without permission!"
Larry jerked his head back upright, and said quickly in a stricken voice, "I'm sorry, Master!" He seemed to blink back tears.
Ted nodded. "Now sit quietly." Ted sat back, crossed his right leg over his left, and reached to the table on the other side of the chair, opening a drawer and pulling out a book. He opened it and began reading, his right foot bobbing casually up and down as if keeping time to an inaudible rhythm. He continued for some time, no doubt much more conscious of Larry's presence than he appeared.
Larry, or at least Zeke, acted indecisive. A few times he flexed his thighs as if he wanted to sit back on his heels, but wasn't sure such a relaxed posture would be appropriate to his character. In the end he remained kneeling upright, watching Ted's eyes as they tracked back and forth across the page.
At length Ted stretched his muscles, allowing a smile of bliss to cross his features — this situation seemed to be one of his favorite mental images from his long-evolved detailed fantasy of Zeke's humiliation. He looked at his adoring slave as Larry looked back at him, then pointed to his elbow, where it rested on the arm of the chair. "Kiss."
Larry gasped, said breathily, "Thank you, Master!", seemingly brimming over in gratitude, and leaned down to Ted's elbow, bestowing a series of loving kisses on all of the area around the joint, making small excited noises in the back of his throat.
After several minutes, Ted suddenly snapped, "Stop!"
Larry jerked back, his face full of disappointment, and said, "Yes, Master." He took advantage of the ordered withdrawal to sit on his heels, taking the strain off his thighs. Ted had no objection.
Maverick gave me a half-smile. "Not sure this is Larry's favorite kind of thing."
I grinned. "No, but I guarantee he loves what it's doing to Ted."
Maverick laughed. "I'm sure. But I really don't see Ted letting Larry have an orgasm today. Not while he's in this character."
"I know. But that's fine. It'll just make his last one while he's hanging that much bigger."
Maverick nodded. "For sure."
In the main room, Ted had resumed reading. After a few minutes, he reached to the side and began absently stroking Larry's headfur, his reddish-brown Zeke-hair, without looking. Even that offhand affection was demeaning, the owner unconsciously petting his dog. Larry sat still, keeping his eyes on Ted's face, his mouth half-open and lips periodically puckering, as if he was desperate to be allowed to resume kissing his Master.
After twenty minutes, Ted seemed suddenly conscious of Larry again. Larry, perfectly silent, was by now running his tongue around his lips, his eyes clearly pleading with Ted.
As if to reward his pet for his restraint, Ted smiled and leaned forward, pointing to the toes of his right foot, aloft in front of his left knee. "Suck."
Larry's whole face lit up. "Thank you, Master!" He quickly shuffled around to the front of the chair on his knees, and bent, his mouth wide open, taking in all of Ted's right toes at once, sucking and moaning happily.
I smiled, watching Ted's reaction, knowing how good Larry was with his mouth. As Larry alternated sucking Ted's big toe alone with seeming to try to swallow his entire foot, Ted was breathing in quick, erratic gasps, his eyes closed, having to force them open periodically to take in the sight of Zeke serving him and then helplessly squeezing them closed again. As he kept hold of Larry's leash in his left hand, his right found its way between his legs, fondling his cock as his hips twitched on their own.
I could read Ted well enough to tell, to the second, when his next order would come, and what it would be. To Larry, in physical contact with Ted, it must have been even more obvious. I grinned and counted off quietly, "Three, two, one..." giggling to hear Maverick doing the same. As the count reached one, Larry, still sucking toes, automatically let his eyes flick upward toward Ted. An instant later Ted slapped his hand convulsively against his own cock. In a hoarse voice, Ted gasped, "Lick."
Sounding as if his greatest wish had come true, Larry breathed, "Oh, thank you, Master! Thank you!" as Ted uncrossed his legs and sat back. Larry leaned forward between them, bending his stomach over the front of the chair cushion, and began licking the head. Ted, a sudden fierce grin crossing his face, pulled the leash back, underneath his buttocks, and gathered it up behind his back, still pulling. Larry, his neck trapped by his collar, was forced to lick further down the shaft and then work on Ted's balls. The whole time, Larry's eyes were turned adoringly up to gaze into Ted's eyes. The rest of Larry's face managed to convey that he was disgusted and pretending to enjoy it. In some ways, Larry was a better actor than Zeke.
Ted dropped his whip on the table and grabbed Larry's headfur. He eased up on the chain and pulled up until Larry was licking his cockhead again. Larry promptly worked his tongue into the slit on each lick. Ted pushed down again, and Larry opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the meerkat's prick. Ted started using Larry's headfur to control his movements, making Larry slide his mouth up and down Ted's cock.
I zoomed in a little. It seemed at first glance that Ted was in control. But there was a little slack in Larry's headfur, and he was using it. He would be ½" ahead of or behind where Ted was guiding him. And Larry was an expert at sucking cock — I knew that from pleasant experience. So, while Ted felt as if he was forcing Larry into doing his will, Larry was using is skill to maximize Ted's pleasure. He was making sure that Ted would remember this blowjob for the rest of his life.
Ted's eyes and mouth were wide open. He was breathing hard with lecherous snorts and grunts, the muscles in his arm taut as he held Larry's head. Seeming near fainting from hyperventilation, he managed to stammer out in a gasping voice, "Swal - swallow it! Swallow it all!" He let a scream, every muscle in his body quivering. Zooming in farther, I saw Larry's adam's apple work as he swallowed several times. At last, Larry sensed Ted was becoming too sensitive. He slowed down, then licked up and swallowed the last of Ted's semen.
He continued licking slowly, until Ted, his breathing at length back under control, tapped Larry on the head and said, "Stop."
"Yes, Master." Larry moved automatically to withdraw, only to choke as the collar held him where he was.
Ted smiled, exhaustedly. "No, you stay right there. I'm going to take a little nap." He lifted his left leg and slipped it in underneath Larry's bound arms, across Larry's back, then draped his right leg down Larry's back, his heel resting in the cleft of Larry's buttocks. His cock, now flaccid, remained in Larry's mouth. "Now, be a good boy and be quiet for me."
Muffled by the penis in his mouth, Larry said, "Yes, Master."
Ted relaxed against the back seat cushion, and within minutes appeared to be asleep.
I stifled a laugh. "Trying to imagine what the real Zeke would be thinking right now."
Maverick smiled back. "Don't think we really want to know."
Larry knelt upright beside the table, awaiting Ted's return from the anteroom, his eyes fixed on the door through which his master would return. He was making a soft whimpering noise in the back of his throat, signaling his distress at being out of his master' presence, an ad lib addition to the script of which he was no doubt proud.
Ted returned, smiling, laden once more with the necessities for a meal, including a bottle with a nipple, full of a white liquid that was probably milk but might have been baby formula. Setting them on the table, he walked out once more and returned carrying a metal tray with high sides, filled with what looked like gravel. I looked at it through the monitor in puzzlement, then suddenly laughed. "Oh! Kitty litter." Maverick choked back a giggle and rolled his eyes.
Ted ordered Larry to stand up, and set the box on the floor in front of him. "Pee for me."
Larry's face turned crimson. It was an easy enough trick. Any boy at the Academy could, with proper breathing techniques, make his face flush without apparent effort. I giggled at the irony — Larry was exercising his highly trained control over his body to make it appear that Zeke, as hard as he was trying to remain in the character of Ted's slave, was having an emotional reaction beyond his control.
Larry fidgeted for a moment, and finally let loose a cascade of yellow fluid into the box, afterwards breathing a grateful, "Thank you, Master!"
Ted patted Larry's head, then sat to begin his meal.
Larry watched Ted eat. His face gradually took on a pleading look; it looked as through Ted intended only to see to his own caloric needs, in spite of the presence of one item that had to be intended for Larry's use. At last, Ted scooped up a handful of food — sliced salami, vegetables and fruit — and held it in front of Larry. "Lick. Make sure you leave my hand clean."
Larry's eyes glowed. "Yes, Master! Thank you, Master!" He began eating from Ted's hand.
After that first handful, and a prolonged session of licking Ted's hand after the food was gone, Ted held up the milk bottle and allowed Larry to suck from it. I was reminded, somehow, of a baby bird being fed by its mother — not in detail, since mother birds don't usually own glassware, but in the complete dependence on Ted that Larry was showing.
Ted let Larry finish off two more handfuls of food, alternating with the bottle, before pushing the tray aside and turning to face Larry more directly. With the air of giving his slave a special treat, he tapped his nipple. "Suck."
Larry gasped out, "Thank you, Master!" and made a move toward his that was almost a lunge, quickly taking Ted's nipple in his mouth, his lips surrounding the nipple and moving his tongue over it. He made happy grunting noises in the back of his throat as if actually drinking from a female's breast. After a few minutes, Ted tapped his other nipple. "Switch."
"Yes, Master." Larry went to work on that side.
Throughout, Ted sat looking down at Larry's face, Zeke's face, smiling, periodically closing his eyes and sighing. It seemed a long time before Ted finally, seemingly reluctantly, said, "Stop."
Larry pulled his head back, looking once more up at Ted's face. "Yes, Master."
Ted looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, and then, as if the idea had just occurred to him, said, "You know, I think I'll get my doctor to give me that hormone they give to pre-op transsexuals. The one that makes them grow breasts and start producing milk. Then I can feed you that way. In fact, you wouldn't need any other food. You can get everything you need straight from my body." He leaned a little closer, smiling at Larry. "Would you like that, Zeke?"
Larry stared at him silently for a moment, his mouth hanging open, then remembered to say, "Yes, Master!!"
Ted leaned back again, and sighed. "After a time, probably a few years, every molecule of your body will have come from me. All of it from my breasts and," he patted his cock and gave a short giggle, "For dessert, my own love juice. You'll be completely made of me, Zeke! You'll be my creation! Would you like that?" His eyes narrowed, awaiting a reaction.
I marvelled at Larry's handling of a major Zeke moment. Larry would know that Ted would never be allowed to keep him long enough to do any of that. But Zeke had no way to know that. This vision of his future contradicted Ted's earlier assurance that Zeke would be hanged the next day. Might Ted have changed his mind about that? Or was Ted purely interested in Zeke's reaction for its own entertainment value? Would Zeke be forced to maintain this character for years, until his entire physical existence consisted of the outflowings of Ted's body? And what about his mind? Would he end up as completely enthralled by Ted as he was now pretending to be, out of sheer force of mental habit? Between the two possible futures, it appeared clear that Zeke, if given a vote, would go for the hanging. But so much after the end of his life depended on him going along with anything Ted commanded, or even suggested. He was, perhaps, encouraging Ted to pursue an alternative future even worse than dying, while maintaining the ultimate threat of turning Zeke into fish food if he didn't play along?
All of that internal discussion was written in the tightness and renewed blush in Larry's face as he knelt silently, expressionlessly, for at least ten seconds before forcing himself to gasp, "Oh yes, please, Master! I want to be made of you! Please? Please?" He stared at Ted, breathlessly awaiting a response.
Ted sat back and laughed so hard he was soon gasping for breath, tears running from his eyes.
He recovered at last, wiped his eyes, patted Larry's head, and crossed his legs, lifting up his right foot in front of Larry. "Lick."
It took some time for Ted to get his Zeke ready for bed. After allowing a red-faced Larry another turn at the litter box, Ted had unlocked the padlocks holding Larry's wrist cuffs to his waist belt, the waist belt, and the hobble chain connecting his ankles. Larry was on his back on the bed now, his butt at the head of the bed, his legs lifted up in a wide vertical V, his ankle cuffs attached to the bedposts near the top. His arms were spread apart and lifted off the surface of the bed, held up by chains running to the tops of the bedposts at the foot of the bed.
With Larry in place, Ted had gone into the bathroom for a leisurely shower, leaving Larry to whimper puppy-like at Ted's absence and twist his head awkwardly to keep an eye on the door, awaiting his master' return.
Still drying himself, Ted came back into the room, tossed the towel back into the bathroom, then stood with his hands on his hips and smiled. "Are you as comfy as can be, Zeke?"
Larry wriggled a little, rattling the chains. "Yes, Master."
"I'm so glad! It's been a long day, and I'm very tired. Big day tomorrow! We both need our rest." Ted got out a small jar of Vaseline and started to spread it on Larry's anus.
Larry drew in a sharp breath. "Master! Please, may I pleasure you with my mouth? You know how much I love sucking you."
I stared at the screen. There was something off in Larry's portrayal of Zeke breaking character, something other than Zeke's desire to avoid being sodomized, supporting his self-image as exclusively heterosexual.
Ted glared at Larry. "Is that one of the three lines of dialogue I said you would use in this role?"
"No, Master." Larry answered.
Of course. I hit my forehead with my palm. Larry's worried that he'll come while Ted's fucking him, so he wants to avoid that. But it wouldn't work: no way was Ted going to let Larry off getting fucked.
"What are your three lines?"
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master. I'm sorry, Master."
"So. What do you say?"
"I'm sorry, Master." Larry-Zeke managed to actually look like he was sorry.
"For that, I'm going to make the role more demanding. Not only will you take me up your ass, but you will enjoy it. And you will come. Is that clear."
"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master."
Oh, I realized. Now he can come when Ted fucks him, and it will still be in character as Zeke. Oh, devious Larry. I love you.
Ted spread some of the Vaseline on Larry's cock, then some on his own. He played with Larry's cock until my friend was hard — and panting with desire. Then he slowly slid himself into Larry's tailhole, and started moving.
The by-play had gotten Ted very excited, and it didn't take long before he grunted a few times, then expelled his breath in a forceful gasp and leaned forward to support himself with his hands. All of three of us could now time Ted's orgasms to the second. I knew when Ted filled Larry with his semen, and a second later Larry's cock erupted and sprayed come on his own and Ted's bellies.
Stretching and yawning, Ted fell forward and lay full-length along Larry's torso, his cock still in Larry, his head resting on Larry's chest. He cupped his hands under Larry's shoulder as if they were his pillow, and muttered sleepily, "Stay still now, pet."
"Yes, Master."
I watched for another 15 minutes, then sighed heavily, and looked at Maverick. "Want the first sleep-shift again?"
"Sure." Maverick kissed me and stood, stiffly. "See you in about four hours."