NYCX23: 2007-01-28

At 8:30 am I hear the door close as Ian leaves for work. This is the first time in months that he let me sleep past his morning departure; I’m usually up getting ready for work alongside him. Today, though, I am off, however, even though Ian let me sleep in, he didn’t leave me without a list of chores to be completed before his homecoming. I found a piece of paper by the foot of the bed outlining my tasks for the day. My list was comprised mainly of rather menial tasks, such as cleaning the shower, but it would at least keep me busy for most of the day. Even though I had the day off work, Ian made sure that there was always something for me to do while I awaited his return. I am rather thankful that Ian chose to assign me a moderate workload today; otherwise cabin fever may set in.

I need to explain Ian’s and my relationship a bit before I progress any further. We’ve been together a little more than a year, and for all intents and purposes I have become his ‘boy’, there to keep him satisfied and happy. Whenever we are apart, Ian always leaves me with some reminder of my status. Today, I was adorned with the CB-3000 (it’s actually been on for three weeks straight) about 30 feet of cable locked to my spiked leather dog’s collar. That’s where the cabin fever sets in. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t get out of the house, and seeing as how he keeps my clothes locked in the dresser, even if I got loose, running around with a plastic cage on your naked dick can draw some unwanted attention.

When Ian and I first met, we immediately felt a bond that neither of us had experienced in the past. Whenever we disagreed on anything, instead of playing the general games we simply laid our issues out on the table. Sure, the truth can hurt sometimes, but in the long haul, we decided that it was the best route to be one hundred percent truthful with one another, no matter what the situation. Somewhere around four months into the relationship, Ian and I were discussing our more creative sexual pleasures. Ian told me that he was intensely turned on by built guys in jockstraps, and cum. I felt comfortable enough to tell him then that my biggest turn ons were bondage and control. I explained to him that there was something indescribably hot about completely giving up control to another person. Unfortunately, his response was not what I had hoped. While he wasn’t judgmental or weirded out he basically told me that those particular activities didn’t do much for him. I just shrugged it off and basically accepted the fact that there would be very little to none of that fantasy fulfilled.

Right around the six-month point things began to change between Ian and I. About a month prior we had decided that we were ready to live together and I moved into Ian’s apartment with him. Once I got moved in we settled into the life of a couple very well. We would dance around each other between the bedroom and the bathroom readying ourselves for our days at work. We’d give one another a quick kiss in front of our cars and set out on our day. We kept going at this rate for about a month and we started to have agreements on par with what one would have with any roommate. Sometimes I’d neglect to clean up after myself and it started to anger Ian more and more. His feelings about the situation even came out during sex, when he would grab handfuls of my hair and jerk me back onto his dick, while sweating bullets and grunting loudly. He’d whisper in my ear that I was such a wonderful boy and how he never expected to have someone like me of his very own. As time went by, Ian slowly became more and more dominant. First he had me strip down to my boxers when I got home from work, and within two weeks I was kept completely naked whenever within the confines of our apartment.
The night of our one-year anniversary, Ian and I had a semi-formal dinner at one of the nicer Italian restaurants in the area. After our dinner, we headed home, cracked open a bottle of wine and curled up in front of the gas fireplace. Ian pulled me close, staring deep into my eyes and said “Luke, I think this relationship has surpassed every expectation either of us could ever expect. There are no secrets between us and we rarely ever bicker like the average homo couple. I would like to ask of a commitment from you now Luke.” At this point my stomach started doing acrobatics. Granted, we’d been together for a year but I still felt as though it was too early. Just as I was about to open my mouth, Ian put his finger to my lips telling me to be quiet and grabbed a small box from behind the couch. “Open it up” he said. “Ian, I’m really not ready for…” “Just open the damn box boy and shut up!” he barked. I quickly obeyed, and was rather shocked to find a leather collar in the box, along with a shiny brass padlock, and a small, blue, bone shaped dog tag reading “BOY”.

My head was absolutely swimming, and I was completely at a loss for words. “Don’t say anything yet boy, I want you to hear my proposal before we make any long term decisions.” I nodded my head as to indicate that I was ready to listen and he continued.

“Luke, remember when we discussed our wilder sides when it came to sexual prowess? Well, I think it’s rather obvious that I’ve kind have started to explore your particular enjoyment for control, and I think it’s time we discussed it. At first it was rather strange, but seeing your devotion and discipline has made me fall in love with you even more than I imagined I ever could. Here, though, is my proposal. I would like us to run a 2-month trial of a master/slave relationship between the two of us. If you agree, there’ll be no backing out within that period. Anything I say goes, and if you step out of line I’ll be more than obliged to correct you. During this time period you will become mine. Every part of you, inside and out, is my property and I will do with you exactly as I see fit. You can trust I will never harm you badly, and any major modifications will be mutually discussed at a later point.”

I was so lost in the thought of our relationship taking such a turn he had to flick my ear to grab my attention. “Sir, what happens if at the end of the trial run, one or both of us decides this really isn’t the thing for us?” “Sir, huh? I like that…you need to keep calling me that. Anyway, if either one of us decides that we don’t want to continue with the master slave relations, we abandon it and treat it as though it is completely part of our past, not to be revisited.” I didn’t really need too long to think this over, and after about thirty seconds of complete silence I kissed him and whispered “I want to be your boy” into his ear. Ian smiled and took the collar out of the box. Once it was comfortably tight I heard the padlock click, making my dick begin to thicken. “Well boy, you’re marked now. The only time that collar is to come off is when you go to work. When we go out, you will wear it, so there will be no question as to who is in charge here.” I was already mortified. I would have to wear this large dog collar in public anytime we went out. How can I go to the movies or out to eat with a collar locked around my neck? “Sir, must I wear the collar every time we leave the house?” I asked, knowing the answer before I even finished the sentence. “Of course you will boy, why would you ask such a fucking stupid question. You are mine to show off, and I want everyone to know to whom you belong.

The end of our two months comes tonight, so I make sure that I have the house sparkling before Ian gets home. At six o’ clock I peer out the window as I hear a car approach outside; it’s Ian. I rush to the top of the stairs, which is a bit of a feat because I must pull my cable taut to reach this part of the apartment. I kneel and bow my head, my dick trying in vain to harden in the grip of its chastity. As Ian climbs the stairs, the stomach jitters begin, as I realize what started out as a brief discussion of pervy thoughts may actually turn into a life-altering event…