Indiscreet Box Set

Chapter 14

The clock struck eleven. Donald had set the alarm for ten.

He expected Brian in the library by eleven. If he made it by then, he had risen, followed Donald’s instructions immediately and without question. Any earlier and Donald would know he skipped several steps in the process. Any later and the boy had lazed around, not anxious to please.

He heard a loud thump in the hall. Donald opened the pocket doors and found a red-faced Brian sitting on the bottom step rubbing his hip. “What happened?” he asked in a mild voice.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’m not used to this type of sandal. I sort of tripped down the stairs,” Brian answered, his eyes downcast.

“Up with you now, boy,” Bear ordered. “Trousers down. Let’s see if there is any damage.”

Brian undid the drawstring and moved his pants down his legs, exposing his hip for Donald’s perusal. He gave Donald an earnest look. “I heal quickly. It’s nothing.”

“I will decide what is nothing, boy.” Donald examined the hip. “It’s going to be discolored tomorrow and hurt like hell.

What do you wish to do about it?”

“Whatever is best for you, Sir, I don’t wish to disturb any of your plans. Uh, I’d like to spend the evening with you…to find out about my job.”

The indrawn breath told Donald that Brian added the last bit about the job out of fear. He was not going to let him skate.

Donald wanted it all or nothing.

“Only for the job, Brian…Tell the truth, boy, out with it. No hiding in this house.”

“No, Sir,” Brian whispered. “Not for the job. I want…I want to spend time with you, Sir.”

Donald walked over to Brian and cupped the smooth cheek in his large hand. “That is good, boy, very good, because I want to spend time with you too.”

Donald watched the smile break out over Brian’s face. The sun rose in this boy’s smile. He stroked the cheek and the boy turned his head and deposited a quick kiss onto Donald’s palm.

“Let’s get some of the lobster Mrs. Santore promised.”

Donald led the way into the dining room.

* * * *

“Do you mind serving?” Donald asked. “I sent Maria home.”

“Not at all, Sir.” Aching to impress, Brian picked up the main platter and removed it to the buffet. Taking the pick, he removed the main body of meat from the shell. He cracked the tail, then the claws, releasing the meat. He placed the meat on the serving platter and discarded the shells in the bowl Maria left for that purpose. He arranged the meat, interspersing it with quartered Jersey tomatoes and fresh basil. He arranged the sliced hard-boiled eggs over crisp romaine lettuce, and topped it off with parsley and a side dollop of mayonnaise. Brian garnished the platter with lemon slices, which he cut and skewered on decorative toothpicks with capers.

He noticed a set of four ornate Chinese bowls. One contained mayonnaise, the second, relish, and the third what looked like ketchup. The fourth bowl held horseradish. Next to the set was a fifth slightly larger bowl. He took one of the spoons resting on the side of each bowl, turned to Bear, and asked, “Do you like the Louie sauce hot, medium, or mild, Sir?”

“Medium to mild,” Bear answered.

Brian carefully added mayonnaise, then ketchup to the fifth bowl. “Relish, Sir?” he asked Bear.

“No, thank you. However if you prefer relish, you may add it to yours.”

Brian put the relish to the side and carefully measured out a half teaspoon of horseradish. He tasted the Louie sauce. Putting down the first spoon in the plate for the shells, he picked up a second and proceeded to add additional horseradish. He was satisfied with the sauce the second time, returned the spoon to the platter, and put a fresh spoon in the sauce for serving.

He presented the platter to Donald and with unexpected grace, knelt beside the larger man’s knee. Brian spread his thighs apart and held the platter for Bear’s approval with his eyes lowered in proper form. Bear took what he wanted from the platter, leaving plenty for the hungry boy kneeling at his side.

“Very well done, boy, however, we will eat together this evening.

There will be times when a submissive position is appropriate, especially at the club, and I will teach you the positions I prefer.

However, for now, prepare your plate and sit beside me. There are things we need to discuss.”

“Yes, Sir,” Brian said, as he rose and walked to his chair at Donald’s right and sat.

“You may serve yourself and begin eating.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Dinner was quiet with rather dilatory conversation. It seemed to Brian that Donald wanted them to finish their dinner before beginning their discussion. Brian put down his fork, unable to take one more bite.

“Thank you, Sir. This was the best meal I have had in ages.

Even better than our lunch and I dreamt about those lamb chops. If I don’t see her in the morning, please complement Mrs.

Santore for me. I’ll try to send her some candy or something.

Shall I remove the dishes?” He looked into Donald’s eyes and waited.

He watched Donald take a deep breath. “No, Brian. Mrs.

Santore will take care of those when she comes home from visiting with her sister. You’ll find coffee on the sideboard.

Prepare us both a cup and carry it into the library. I’ll wait for you there.”

Brian scanned the sideboard. He had noticed how Bear took his coffee at lunch yesterday, and prepared it in the same fashion, dark with one sugar. He made his own light and sweet. There was a toile tray on the sideboard. He placed a napkin on the tray so the cups would not slide and then the cups. He noticed a small array of after-dinner mints and chocolates. He took a decorative plate from among those displayed and carefully arranged the candy. He was satisfied he had done the best he possibly could with what he had to work with. Just as he was about to lift the tray, he remembered the unfamiliar sandals. He used his toes to remove them, lifted the tray, and walked across the foyer to the library door.

* * * *

Bear was about to chide Brian for not asking how he wanted his coffee, but the boy had prepared it to perfection. Bear smiled in satisfaction. He also noted the after dinner treats arranged artfully on a dish. Brian had used his brain. Mama Santore knew Bear treasured his treats and had left them out for him.

My boy noticed and put them on the tray. He also passed his first test.

He had not only noticed the ingredients for the Louie sauce, he had the foresight to ask me how I preferred it made. He was observant, intelligent, and obedient. I knew the boy was smart. Even so, a Master usually taught a sub to be observant and obedient. Brian knew right away to observe the sideboard. Rather than risk my displeasure, he asked me what I preferred.

“I’m glad to see you had enough sense to take off the sandals before attempting to carry the tray. I believe in absolute obedience, but if my orders put you into danger I can’t foresee, you seem to have enough brains to know where orders end and common sense begins. You may respond.”

“I didn’t want to spill your coffee or break a dish, Sir. I gave it a little thought and decided I would rather take strokes for being barefoot than be thrown out the door for destroying your china.”

“Aha,” Bear thought. There was the sassy, mischievous boy the Bear knew resided inside his baby. He was grace itself when he served. A lighter burden did wonders for his boy’s psyche.

Bear decided it was time to take the plunge.

Bear began, “Brian, I’ve known you for a mere forty-eight hours, but I’ve been looking for you all of my life.”

Bear watched as Brian’s face betrayed his every emotion.

Surprise, joy, and fear lay heavy on his baby’s brow. He observed the boy as he looked up at him. Brian’s eyes blazed heat and desperate longing. Bear hesitated, but he knew what had to be said.

“Boy, I want to give you the chance to know where you’re headed if you hitch up to me. Tonight, we begin. I called around this afternoon while you slept. I already know you take pain with grace, but my brand of domination requires something else, perfect submission. I do not expect you to grovel or accept humiliation. Submission to me is all about obedience and service. I will take questions, but once my decision is made, I expect complete and utter compliance to my wishes. This is non-negotiable. Failure to obey means immediate dismissal. Is this clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Under normal circumstances, I would take you over to the club and put you through your paces there. However, I think you need a few days to heal and get used to my ways. Tonight, I expect you to attend to me as your Master. I am willing to take a few days to train you to my hand, but when it comes time to test you, you must perform with perfect grace and submission and above all, obedience. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good, your usage is correct, Brian. I am your Sir, not your Master. I am not your Master until I claim you with my collar, and that is my eventual goal. If at any time during this trial period before your testing you decide we are not compatible, or you’re unable to live under my rules, you may remain here until you find a place to live. The company will give you a salary advance to cover the costs associated with moving your mother to assisted living, so there will be no more problems or worries about your mother’s safety.”

“Thank you, Sir, I don’t know—” Donald held up his hand and Brian went silent.

“There will also be a job for you in IT at a significant raise in pay, no matter what happens in the next few days, although it may not be at the Trenton office. Please understand this, Brian, you are under no obligation to me personally, or to Drummond Real Estate. The things I just outlined for you would have been yours from Drummond in recompense for any mental duress you suffered while working for the company under Robbins and Mueller. You can walk up those stairs, get ready for work on Monday, and continue your life, living it as you had intended upon graduation, with your mother secure and safe.

“Think carefully, Brian,” Bear continued. “I intend to prepare to take you with me to Indiscreet one day early next week. You will have one hour’s notice to center yourself and to get ready to do anything I require. I expect you, for the time you are here, to keep up the grooming routine I set for you this evening. I will sleep with you every night. We will engage in s****l play. However, there will be no anal penetration until I am sure you are mine. I know you are a virgin to penetration. I will not take that gift from you unless I know I have a gift to give you in return.

“Now, I will outline the ugly portion of this scenario. Should you fail me at Indiscreet, my driver will take you to the Trenton Marriott. You will occupy the corporate suite until you find another position. However, the burden of your mother’s care will continue to be Drummond’s settlement for your ill treatment at Robbins and Mueller’s hands. I will name her a dependent, continue her health insurance, and pay for any necessary nursing care. You, however, will be on your own with generous severance.

I will accept no calls from you and you will be barred from any Drummond property I occupy. I have had this agreement drawn up by my personal counsel. It also contains a standard nondisclosure agreement, which prohibits you from speaking of this evening to anyone at any time.

“Brian, there is something else you should know. I am a very jealous man. I will never share you or permit someone else to touch you in a s****l way. I expect you to avoid even the most casual touch from another man. The only exceptions I would allow and only under my orders are Jim Boy, Reed, or a physician.

This rule is inviolate. If broken, you will leave this house with nothing, not even the clothes upon your back. I would continue to care for your mother, but I would move her to a place near to where you eventually settle, but you wouldn’t be in my employ nor would you receive a reference. I would keep my promise to you about your mother, but you would be completely on your own, far away from here. The terms are harsh. You have time to think about this. Shall we continue for this evening, or have you already decided to go back to work for John Blake? I want to be sure that you don’t answer me without thought. It is now half past twelve. Please go to your room and think carefully of what I ask and what I offer. Be prepared to give me a preliminary answer at one thirty, subject to the terms I offered.”

Bear held his breath waiting for his boy to answer. He had laid out his terms in the harshest manner he could devise so there would be no confusion later. Now he would see how tough his boy really was.

Brian put one finger on Bear’s thigh as Alan had taught him.

The single finger indicated a need to speak with his Dominant.

Bear recognized the signal.

“You have my permission to speak, boy.”

“May I go to my room and consider my options as you suggested, Sir?” Brian asked.

“Yes, Boy,” Bear answered. Brian rose to his feet and backed out of the room. He didn’t know it, but he had passed Bear’s second test. Any boy who would give his life away without at least some thought was not his boy.

He poured himself a brandy from the decanter and settled down to wait through one of the longest hours of his life.

Just before the clock struck the half hour, Bear heard Brian on the stairs. The footsteps ceased at his office door. The clock began to strike and just prior to the end of the tone, Brian knocked on the door. The boy had followed his instructions to the letter.

Bear called out, “Come in, Brian. Do you have an answer for me?”

Brian stood in front of Sir, praying he got this right. He said, “Sir, I don’t know if I can express myself well enough so you understand. The point is I have no choice but to continue. I love you, Sir. I will love only you for the rest of my days. It is the way of me and mine, a blessing and a curse, the O’Shea Hammer. Should I fail you, what happens to me after will not matter very much, because I will not love again.

“As for fidelity, no O’Shea has ever betrayed their fated mate once they met. Even if their destined love belonged to another whom they refused to leave, an O’Shea would be faithful to them until death and beyond. My own mother, widowed while she was still a young woman of thirty-two, never looked at another man.

“Infidelity is not in our make-up. I thought it would be different for me. As a Murphy and my father’s son, I did not expect to inherit as much of the O’Shea as I did. Yet, some of the traits showed themselves as soon as my father passed. Even so, as a gay man, I did not look for or expect to find the one love. Nevertheless, yesterday, when I first laid eyes on you, Sir, it struck.

“I will never willingly leave you, Sir. Another’s touch would be as abhorrent to me as it was to my mother. I cannot guarantee no one will touch me from this day forward. Even so, I can swear the only way someone would touch me would be by force, and if I were physically overtaken I would fight back, Sir. I would never willingly succumb. I am not asking you to lower your standards for my sake. I want you to know I would never betray you by choice.”

Brian finished his speech and lowered his eyes. He prostrated himself at Bear’s feet, completely flat on the rug with his hands and legs spread. It was at that moment that Brian stoically accepted his fate. Having a bit of the sight, he knew somehow, somewhere, an unseen enemy waited to bring them down. He felt it as a black cloud overlaying his joy. This man wished them great harm. He would not be satisfied until he took all that was precious away from them. Unless they learned to trust each other over the next few days, the person would succeed.

I won’t have Bear for long, Brian thought. He spent his time praying for the grace to accept what was to come. They would not be able to avoid this confrontation. It would come in its own time, no matter what he tried to do to prevent it.

Tears came to Bear’s eyes at Brian’s complete submission. He prayed he could find it in himself to learn to trust this boy as much as he loved him. It would be difficult, but for this boy he would try. Until that time, he wouldn’t say the words to him aloud.

“Brian, you are mine. You are bound to me, heart, mind, body, and soul,” Bear whispered.

Brian lifted his head and repeated the old words, “I am to you as you are to me. What you have asked, so let it be.” Bear scooped Brian up in his arms and for the second time that day, carried him up the stairs.

They rounded the corner at the landing, but this time instead of entering what Brian thought of as his room, Bear opened the door on the other side of the sitting room. It was the Master’s Suite and it screamed Donald’s name.

* * * *

Bear placed Brian down on the bed and began to uncover his prize. The loose gauze of the tunic and linen drawstring pants left little to the imagination. Bear moved his huge hands down his boy’s body, attempting to memorize each curve and crevice.

Brian was lean, but well formed. His stomach was flat and his six-pack defined, but not to the extent it cried out gym bunny.

Despite the glorious display of platinum hair on his head, his chest was almost devoid of hair. His pubic area was well shaved, as he had been instructed.

He smelled of the London Scent of Sandalwood and Spice Bear had chosen to be his “someday” boy’s fragrance. Even so, underneath, he smelled of Brian and desire. Bear decided he was going to have a signature scent designed for him and this boy to wear which would be only theirs to share.

Brian lay on the top of the covers still and awaiting his Sir’s pleasure. He is well trained, Bear mused. He knew enough not to take liberties Bear didn’t specifically grant. Yet, he offered the full use of his own body for Bear to take at his leisure.

Bear planned to surprise his Brian this evening. His blueprint for tonight differed from the one his new submissive anticipated.

Bear intended to seduce Brian into complete and utter servitude, so he would never even desire to stray or want to be anywhere other than here, in Bear’s home and Bear’s bed.

Master Bear was apprehensive. He had already invested a great deal of emotion in Brian. In fact, as he admitted to Reed, he needed the boy. He was well and truly caught in the love trap and had to make certain he was not in this alone.

In Bear’s mind, Brian had passed his first two tests with excellence. His innate common sense, his intelligence, and his natural grace combined to make his service to a Master sheer perfection. He had dressed in the exact order and manner requested and had arrived precisely on time. The second test he also aced. Bear told Brian to take one hour to determine his own destiny. Brian did not blurt out he loved Bear in an instant, nor did he deny himself the opportunity to deliberate, to weigh the pros and cons. Instead, Brian went back to his room and envisioned himself and Bear in such a situation and gave himself the necessary time to think about his options.

Bear knew Brian’s first impulse was to submit straightaway.

However, the boy gave the issue the consideration it deserved.

Bear’s request would require a complete life change. If a submissive did not give it and its consequences the proper consideration, it was obvious he was not serious about the commitment a lifetime collar and contract signified. In the b**m world, the collar and the contract meant Bear would own Brian. In the eyes of their world, ownership of another human being was something taken very seriously by both the owner and his pet. The third in his set of trials was small but spoke volumes of his boy’s desire and willingness to serve. Setting his Master’s tastes and desires before his own, he asked how Bear would prefer the sauce. He didn’t make it to please himself.

Bear stopped exploring and took Brian into his arms. He noticed earlier how Brian reveled in the feel of the whorls of coarse hair on his chest.

Bear spoke, “Brian, tonight I want you to lie back and enjoy how I make your body feel. I want to learn and recognize all of your noises. I want you to let go of any inhibition and scream or beg at will, and you will beg, boy, do not doubt it. First, I want your safe word…”

Brian whispered into Bear’s neck, “China, my safe word is china.”

Bear was curious. “Why did you come up with china as a safe word?”

“Because my mother broke china when she was angry and it always upset me.”

Bear considered Brian’s answer and decided to file it away for later dissection. If only half of what Bear suspected was true, Brian led a tortured childhood. Bear pulled Brian closer into his embrace. “I’ll always be there for you, baby. You know that, don’t you?”

“Oh, Sir, I so want to believe you…” Brian whispered as a few stray tears coursed down his cheeks.

“You will, in time. I always get what I aim for, and I want you, baby, very much. Tonight I want to make you sing. Remember though, there will be no penetration until you have properly performed outside of this house.”

“When will that be, Sir?”

“First of all, to you, in private, I am Papa Bear. On the outside with our kind, I am Sir, until such time you wear my collar, and then I will become Master. Outside of the community, I am either Bear, or, if we are in a work environment, Donald. Do you have this straight?”

“Yes, Sir—eh—Papa Bear,” Brian answered.

“Tomorrow, we will pick up your mother and get her established here with Mrs. Santore’s sister, Louisa. Monday, we will use to tie up any loose ends with your apartment and belongings. We will also audit your Aunt’s accounts and find how she used the money you gave her to care for your mother; even if we have to subpoena her bank and credit card statements. We may also stop in at the office to settle a few matters. At any time during the next few days with the exception of the time we spend with your mother, I could give you your hour to prepare.

“Only after I have seen you at the club will I be sure of your sincerity. Let me clear the air a moment, Brian. I want to trust you with complete confidence, just as I am sure you want to trust me.

Nevertheless, both of us need to overcome life’s lessons learned and give our hearts away despite knowing the pain such an action might bring down upon us.”

* * * *

Brian took the opportunity to bury his face in Bear’s chest and hold his lover in a hard embrace. He then laid back to wait whatever Bear and the evening had planned for him.

Bear continued his slow seduction. He massaged, stroked, licked, bit, and kissed every inch of his boy’s body. He began by rolling the long platinum hair around his fist, exposing the nape of Brian’s neck. He used his thumbs to massage the small area between the neck bones. Brian’s breathing quickened. Bear growled in satisfaction and began to lick. Brian’s body jumped into overdrive, all of his mental acuity became concentrated on the one small spot. His torso shook. He ached to move closer to Bear, but stoically held his place on his back. “Not yet, my darling, not yet,” Bear whispered in his ear as he tongued its rim.

“I want to move at a tortoise’s pace this evening. You have the energy of the Energizer Bunny. Slow down, feel me, and watch me make love to you.”

Bear rained soft sweet kisses on Brian’s eyebrows and forehead. He nipped at the arch of his brow and his bottom lip. He ran his large fingers down Brian’s cheek, feeling his soft tender skin. Brian shivered. His c**k stood straight up and was wet at the tip despite the c**k ring he put in place hours ago.

Bear noticed his erection. “Baby, you have to learn control.”

“Sir, this is the first time I have ever been touched by the man I love. Control is a problem now. It will get better, I promise.”

Bear’s answer was unexpected. He surprised himself, “Baby, tonight I want you to lose all control. I want your body to respond to my loving with true spontaneity. There will be plenty of opportunities where I will demand control and expect you to maintain it. However, tonight is for your pleasure. It is to prepare your body to accept mine eventually. Let it all go, baby. Just let it go.”

Bear picked up the pace. His mouth and tongue were everywhere. He bit the soft area between Brian’s shoulder joint and neck, and then followed by sucking up a mark. He traced his tongue from the shoulder up under the jaw and followed the jaw line to Brian’s ear. Here he stopped and traced the boy’s ear with his tongue, licking around the rim, drawing out each sensation.

He tongued the boy’s ear with the familiar rhythm of intercourse as he gave Brian his finger to suck in the same manner. Brian provided a fine performance of c**k sucking in miniature, taking Bear’s fingers in and out of his mouth, using his tongue to caress them. He sucked Sir’s fingers hard, he wanted Bear to speed up.

Bear bit down hard on Brian’s earlobe, a bite to teach him patience. Brian’s response was quick. He took Bear’s fingers in his mouth with a smooth languorous motion, licking and sucking with great care in contrition for his impertinence.

Bear began to kiss and suck his way across the line of Brian’s face. He traced his boy’s fine brows with his thumbs and gave him butterfly kisses with his long lashes. Bear rubbed his cheeks and chin over Brian’s fair skin, marking him with the burn of his five o’clock shadow. Brian arched his body to his Master’s, rubbing his face against Bear’s jaw. Brian cried out, “Sir, I’m gonna, please, Sir, I beg you.”

Bear loosened the c**k ring and placed his huge hands so they encompassed both his fat c**k and Brian’s long and slender member. He began to work the c***s with a vigorous stroking motion, varying the speed and the grip of his hand to control the orgasm. He watched his boy bite his lips to control the sensation.

“Papa, please tell me, are you almost there? I want to come with you. I want to be covered by your jism and you to be sprayed with mine. I need you, Papa. I want to stake my claim before someone else recognizes how kind, intelligent, and sexy you are. I love you, Papa Bear.” Brian screamed as his semen erupted from the slit.

Bear soon followed, riding the wave of his orgasm until both men were ready to lie back down in a heap.

Bear took some towels from the bed stand and wiped their chests and stomachs. He followed up by using a wipe to remove the residue. He slid back into the bed next to Brian and pulled his lover close again. Brian nuzzled into his chest and settled under the pit of his arm. His boy was exhausted and was finally free to sleep without the worry of attack, eviction, or murder at the hands of unknown assailants.