Life is Good mm/m

Postby kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:11 pm

Hello Friends

Well it has been a while in the making but I have got to the point where I feel ready to share a story that I have started on.

First off many thanks to Jason Toddman for proof reading it and giving me much needed suggestions. 8)

Next I feel its important to point a few things out so as to avoid confusion from the very beginning. I am not from the USA or the UK
so when I talk about school systems and vacations etc I don't have any experience to draw on with regards to them. For instance I hear that
the USA has middle schools. I had to look up what they were :) Here in South Africa we have primary (elementary) schools and High schools.
We also don't have summer holidays per say, and the year is broken up into four roughly equal parts. The longest holiday is over the Christmas season and is around a month long. I should also point out that here in the Southern Hemisphere Christmas time is summer time!
I have intentionally not made mention of witch country the story is set in. My aim was to try and make it seem that it could be anywhere.

Next is the story length. Its certainly not a short story. I am on 20 000 words in my draught manuscript and have only gotten through the first few three days. That being said I never intended this to be a short story. I want it to take the reader on a journey into my characters lives. I want you to fall in love with some of them and really hate others, and I cant accomplish that in a few short pages.

I also want to say that this is a fantastic forum. I started out here a little while back looking for a story I read a long while ago. TUGS had never really been my primary focus while writing stories as my fetish is for feet and anything foot related. TUGS, domination and Master Slave themes, although important have always taken the back seat. When I started this story in June I had only started to read the TUGS stories here, so as a result the first part of the story dosnt have much of them in it. I am now an avid fan and have included allot more in it. It still probably wont be the primary theme, but it will certainly play a major role.
I thought I might mention this in case you started the story and got a bit bored with it.

It has also been suggested to me that I remind you that I am South African, so bear in mind if you don't understand some of the references that I make. I will be more than happy to explain. Some of the best advice given to me for story writing is to write about what you know, and it works for me.

Finally I really love constructive criticism. I value any feedback that will improve my writing and the story, so please don't hesitate.
I know haters are going to hate, its what they do. But I have to say that I havnt seen much if any on this forum. Its a good place to be :D

So sit back, relax, and let me introduce you to Steven...

Chapter 1

I am going to tell you the story of my life so far. Most of you might think it strange and appalling, but let me reassure you that I would not change a thing. Sometimes dreams do come true.

I grew up in a lower middle class family in a small town. It was a rural type of town with most of the business coming from the various farms and small holdings that dotted the countryside for many miles around. We were pretty isolated, the nearest town being around forty miles away. Owing to the size of our town, we didn’t have such things as movie theaters and so on, so there wasn’t really much for kids to do. But as kids tend to do, they make their own entertainment.

My dad wasn’t a land owner, and we lived in one of the small suburbs in a two bedroom home that we rented. He was the janitor at both the local elementary and High school. You can imagine that I got teased a lot about that. He also had other sideline jobs that he did to make ends meet.

My mom died when I was very young, and my dad was left to look after me alone. That was not easy for either of us. He did have a few girlfriends over the years, but none ever stuck. Dad became quite introverted and left me to my own devices and as a result I became independent very quickly.

My friendship with Aidan started when we were around thirteen years old. It was also around the time that I began to figure out that I liked boys’ company a lot more than that of girls.

It was one of those beautiful warm balmy summer afternoons and it was Saturday. My homework and chores for the weekend finished I decided to walk to the shops and buy some sweets. I had saved up my allowance and since it was the end of the month I decided to treat myself. Approaching the store I peeked in and saw Donovan there with his cronies.

Donovan was one of the bullies in my class at school. He and his little gang did the usual bully things to various kids. It didn’t matter to him if you were older or younger. He preyed on weakness. Unfortunately I was often in the firing line. I have to admit, I am a little more on the wimpy side of things, whereas Donovan was the stereotypical jock-to-be. His brother ran the roost at the high school, so it went without saying he did the same at the elementary school. From what I heard his dad was very much the same around town. Their family owned quite a big ranch, and were well off.

I was not going to go into the store with him there, so instead I went around the corner to the park to wait it out for a bit. Once there I found an old coke bottle and set it up on a dead old tree stump. I then collected some stones and tried my hand at knocking it off.

I wasn’t having much luck, so I went a few steps closer to try again. Before I had a go I was stopped by a voice behind me. “Hi there, could I have a go too?”

I almost jumped out of my skin, thinking it might be Donovan, but it wasn’t. I had never seen this boy before, and being weary, I scanned the park quickly to see if it might be a trick by Donovan.
The boy in front of me saw this. “It’s only me here. Names Aidan,” he told me and stuck out his hand.

Still nervous, I shoot it. I always got nervous around good looking boys.

“Hi, I’m Steven. I haven’t seen you around. You new here?” I asked.

Aidan flicked his blond hair out of his face to reveal the most beautiful aquamarine eyes I had ever seen. It wasn’t just their colour. They seemed to possess a hypnotists enthrall deep within them. I was caught off guard, and almost didn’t hear his answer. “Yea, we just moved to a place just outside of town. It’s my first weekend here, so I’m just looking around to find some kids to make friends with.”

I sighed, and looked down at his shoes. I knew he was out of my league. Kids like him didn’t mix with the likes of me. If his parents owned a farm, or ranch, then they had way more money that my dad did. That and of course I could see that he was one of the crowd of really popular kids. “Well, most of the kids around here are on the other side of town at the moment. There is an arcade there and they all go on a Saturday.” I explained.

Aidan looked at me quizzically for a moment. “So why aren’t you there?” he asked.

“I don’t really have any friends. I’m sure you will find a lot of kids there, and they will all probably want to be your friend” I replied.

Aidan gave a small laugh. “Why do you say that?” he asked.

“Well you know, because you are so good...”

I caught myself before I finished the sentence. What had I done? What a weird thing to say! I resigned myself there and then that I had blown any chance of winning him as a friend; however remote that chance was in the first place.

Then something happened that I didn’t expect, and that caught me totally off guard. Aidan stepped closer to me, took my hand and then picked out one of the stones I had been holding for my target practice. “Well I think I will choose my own friends.” he said, and then took a step back. “Is that the target over there?” Aidan asked indicating the bottle.

I just stood there and nodded dumbly.

He then took aim and missed, but not by much.

I took my turn and was also a little ways off. Aidan held out his hand, so I gave his the rest of the pebbles I had, and got some more. He had tried twice and was getting very close. My next throw bounced off the trunk and we could hear the ping of the glass. But it did not fall.

“Doesn’t count. You gotta knock it off” Aidan insisted.

It was his turn next and of course he got it. The glass broke and tumbled down to the ground. Aidan was pleased with himself. I congratulated him and asked if he wanted to play again.

“Nah, what were you going to do this afternoon?” Aidan asked.

“Well I was going to go and get some sweets by the store, and then I was going to go and explore the woods.” I answered.

“Great idea! It’s nice to have someone to show me around.” Aidan smiled, and we set off to the store.

Once we were inside Aidan looked around at all various items. I couldn’t believe it. What was happening I mean. Here was this really cool kid and he seemed to like me. I didn’t think he had been put up to it by Donovan, I usually had a nose for traps like that.

I don’t know why, I suppose subconsciously I wanted to show my appreciation, so I decided to use half of my savings to buy him a sweet too. “Hey Aidan, come and choose a sweet. I have my pocket money, so I will but it for you.”

Aidan ambled over. I realized then that he was looking at the expensive chocolates. There was no way I had enough to buy them.

“Uhh sorry Aidan, I don’t have enough for even one of those.” I told him.

Aidan looked at the note in my hand and then back up at me. “But you want one don’t you?” He asked.

“Uhh sure I guess, but I can’t even buy us one to share” I said forlornly.

Aidan just smiled at me. He took two off the shelf, and then went along the isle and retrieved a packet of crisps. “Go and get us two cans of soda, I want a coke, you can choose whatever you want” he told me and then went off looking for something else.

I did as he asked, and met up with him at the checkout counter. When it came time to pay he slapped a twenty down and grinned at me. While he got the change I packed the bag. We then went outside, ready for exploring.

It was a short walk to the edge of the woods. On the way I pointed out some interesting spots, and told him about the stream. We also walked passed my house and told him that it was where I lived. Aidan didn’t say anything, but I was embarrassed. I knew what he must be thinking. It really was very small.

“Hey thanks for the sweets and the soda.” I said, hoping to take his attention away from it as we walked on.

“Not a problem, just think of it as payback for you showing me around.”

I laughed “I would have shown you anyway.”

Aidan smiled at this and we carried on walking.

We had a great time. I lead him to the fort that I had built. It was secreted away in a remote part of the woods that I had never seen anyone go to. I was quite proud of it, although it was still a work in progress. I had managed to scavenge some scrap from various places to make two walls, and three large plastic sheets made a waterproof roof. I also had a plastic lawn chair that I got from my neighbors. They had left it on the front lawn and was only too happy to let me take it.

“This is great!” Aidan said excitedly. He checked the roof support to see how sturdy it is. I had dug them in deep, and he was satisfied.

“O man we can have a lot of fun out here” Aidan grinned. “Does anyone else know about it?”

“Nope, just me.” I replied proudly.

“Man, I’m tired; let’s chill here for a while. You still have the sweets and the soda,” Aidan pointed out.

I offered Aidan the only seat and then sat down on the ground in front of him leaning up against the tree that the fort was built against. Since Aidan had paid for them, I gave the bag to him to divide the treats out. He took it and then dug inside. Aidan then passed me a bar of chocolate and a soda. As we sat there and munched we chatted.

The Masterson family had moved here a week ago. They had bought a ranch just on the outskirts of town. I knew the one, it was really big, and the previous owner had raised horses there. I was also really glad to hear this because it was fairly close. I mean it was within bike riding distance.

He had a younger brother who was ten and an older sister who was in college.

His mom and dad were divorced so he just lived with his mom and brother. Mrs. Masterson had purchased the biggest grocery store in the town with the money she got from his dad.

Aidan then told me that he and his brother went to the private school in the next town. My heart sank a bit. I was hoping that he would be coming to my school. It would have been great to have him there.

After a bit I told Aidan all about me and my life. It’s strange; I didn’t hold anything back really. Aidan was just the kind of kid that inspired trust. Of course I left out the part about me finding other boys more interesting than girls. So now he knew about my life, and my bullying problem at school.

Aidan was angry when I told him about this, but I laughed it off. I would rather concentrate on better things. We ate and chatted some more.

I began then to notice the skate shoes he was wearing. I knew the brand. They were really expensive, and the only kid in school that could afford a pair was Donovan.

Aidan caught me looking at them. “You like my shoes?” He asked and twisted his foot so I could get a better look.

“Yea they are really great. I’ve only seen one other kid with a pair. But you shouldn’t wear them out here in the woods. It will get them dirty and you might ruin them.” I said.

Aidan looked at them. There was some dirt on the tops and they were a little scuffed.

“Here, let me get that for you” I offered.

After putting my soda down I reached over and picked up his foot and placed in onto my knee. I then dusted off the mud. Suddenly I thought that he might have found this really weird. I mean how often do you see a friend volunteering to clean a dirty shoe? At that time I just wanted to be nice, especially since I was drinking his soda and eating his sweets.

In fact it didn’t faze Aidan in the slightest. He just kept eating the bag of chips and looking down at me. He then did something I didn’t expect. Once I was finished with the left one, he replaced it with the other one so I could do it.

I didn’t object. O yes, I should mention, that at about the same time that I started noticing boys more, I also started to notice their feet. That of course fed into my belief that I truly was a freak.
Thank goodness I didn’t get excited at that point. I think I would have died in shame. Luckily I think I was too nervous or something.

When I had finished cleaning the other one he put his foot back down on the ground and casually continued the conversation.

The rest of the day was spent near the fort, mainly playing soldier. Aidan mentioned that he and his brother had paint-ball guns at his house and we could bring them the next time we came here.
When it finally came time to go home we left the woods and walked back. Aidan still wasn’t sure the way home so I walked with him until he was sure he knew where he was.

I had such a great afternoon with him I didn’t want it to end, but I was a little apprehensive about asking to spend more time with him tomorrow. I didn’t have to be because Aidan brought it up.
“Hey you wanna hang out tomorrow?” Aidan asked.

“Yea sure I do!” I replied a little too eagerly.

Aidan chuckled at this. “Well I got lots of things to do tomorrow. Unpacking and stuff. I could see you afterwards.”

I was a little disappointed. I would have like to spend the whole day together.

“Hey I have an idea...” Aidan continued “ I know you need the pocket money, so I’ll pay you ten bucks to help me out with it.”

I laughed at this. Sure, ten bucks was a huge amount for me, but I wasn’t going for this deal.

“No way Aidan, I can’t take your money. I’ll come and help you, you don’t need to pay me!”

Aidan grinned at me anyhow. “I know you will, but you see, if I pay you, I can boss you around because you work for me.”

I sure didn’t expect him to say this. That was a little strange, but the cheesy smile on his face was disarming, and hell, it was ten bucks.

“OK fine, it’s your money,” I said and we shook on the deal.

“Be at my house at 8:00 am tomorrow” Aidan told me and walked off.

I stood there for a moment looking at him go and then got the distinct feeling that he was testing me somehow. Remember when I said I had a sense for these things? Well the bells were going off in my head.
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Re: Life is Good

Postby kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:13 pm

Chapter 2

Returning home I made dinner for dad and me. All through the evening I could not stop thinking about the day’s events. I told dad that I might have made a new friend, but he had opened a bottle of whisky and wasn’t in the mood for talking. The whisky…

For a while it was only maybe a bottle a month, but these days he was going drinking every weekend now.

I wasn’t going to push the issue, so I went to bed.

That night I lay awake for some time replaying the events of the day. I thought about what he had said about bossing me around, and found that I didn’t really mind the idea. Imagining it in my mind’s eye I quite enjoyed the images it conjured. When I began my nightly routine of pleasuring myself, and I kept being drawn back to when I had cleaned Aidan’s shoes off for him. I don’t know why but that’s what pushed me over the edge.

Finally I went to sleep, a bit apprehensive, but really looking forward to Sunday.

My alarm clock woke me, and by the third buzz I was wide awake. Quickly I did my ablutions and showered. I then had breakfast of leftovers from the night before and stuffed an apple into my pocket. Full of the joys of spring, I got my old bicycle out from its spot, and set off down the road toward Aidan’s house.

To say I was in a good mood would be an understatement. I couldn’t wait to get there. With one hand on the handle bars I dug into my pocket and pulled out my watch. I couldn’t wear it on my arm because its strap had broken (Thanks to an indecent with Donovan). I would be right on time if I kept going at this speed. Happy that I wasn’t late I dug into my other pocket and got my apple, which I ate along the way.

I had finished my apple when I got to the bottom of the Masterson driveway. As I started up I suddenly got worried. From nowhere all these fears and doubts crept into my mind. Surely someone like me couldn’t be this lucky finding a friend like Aidan. Something must be wrong.
I cursed under my breath myself for letting myself think this, and tried to put them out of my mind.

Besides I had arrived at the house.

I was completely amazed. It was huge! Five bedrooms, four bathrooms, and three stories.

Just then I heard two dogs barking angrily at my arrival. I was about so scamper when I saw that they were behind a chain linked fence at the one end of the courtyard. They sure did their job, I thought the neighbours must be able to hear them. Which was probably not possible since they were so far away.

Another noise to my right got my attention. The kitchen door had opened and in the doorway stood another boy I took to be Aidan’s brother. I caught myself from gasping, but he was every bit as beautiful as his older brother.

“Dogs quiet!” he shouted over at the still yapping canines. They immediately fell silent and cowered away back to their kennels.

He then smiled at me which I took as a sign that I could approach. “You must be Steven, come on in,” he called to me.

He stood there in the doorway with just some baggy pyjama bottoms on, a rumpled shirt and in his socks. I couldn’t believe it. He seemed to radiate the authority he had just demonstrated with the dogs. He was being friendly enough, but I wasn’t really at ease around him.

“Hey, yea, I’m Steven, what’s your name?”

He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t read before answering.

“I’m Jordan. Come on; we’re in the kitchen.” he replied.

I followed him through the house. It was messy and cluttered. Lots of packed and half unpacked boxes were all over the place. I thought about today. There sure was a lot to do.

Also again I was not able to help myself, but I really did notice the lithe almost feline way in which Jordan moved as I walked behind him.

We entered the enormous kitchen, and I saw Aidan sitting at the middle island on a stool. He was also wearing his pyjama bottoms, but with a white tank-top, and he was barefoot.

His mom just finished downing the last of her coffee and stood up. She was a stunning woman. Tall and with a physique that would be the envy of any red blooded man. So it was true about genetics I thought to myself. Good genes are passed down.

“You must be Aidan’s friend Steven” She smiled at me.

“Good morning Ma’am, yes I am.” I answered politely.

“Well I’m glad that Aidan is already making friends. You boys be good, and remember, if you need me you can reach me on my Mobile, or on the land-line. Come on Jordan, you have five minutes and I’m leaving, or you will have to stay here today.”

“No way, mom!” Jordan asserted. “Aidan got to go out yesterday. I wanna see the town today.” He scampered off out the room to get ready.

Mrs. Masterson went through another door that led into the garage leaving Aidan and I in the kitchen.

“Hi Steven” Aidan greeted. “Sorry about that, my family is a bit crazy” he explained a little sheepishly.

“No they aren’t, they seem great,” I replied.

“Have a seat, you want some juice?” Aidan offered motioning toward a carton of orange juice on the table. It was the really expensive kind that I had seen in the shop, and I declined. For some reason I would feel a little guilty drinking it.

Aidan grabbed a glass anyway and poured it. He then handed it to me. “Come on drink up, it gives you energy, and we’ve got a lot to do today. You’re going to need it. Have you eaten breakfast?”

“Yes thanks, I have,” I replied and patted my stomach to emphasize the point.

I then heard the car start and the garage door open just as Jordan came rushing downstairs. He was trying to put his T shirt on while holding his shoes in his other hand, and being unsuccessful about it. Frustrated he paused next to me and put his high-tops on the table next to me while he got his shirt on. When he was done he picked them up and carried on.

“Bye Aidan.” He called out as he went through the door. He ignored me but I didn’t really think anything of it.

Just then I noticed that Jordan’s sneakers left a definite odour in the air around me. Aidan must have seen my reaction and chuckled. “Yea, my bro has a problem with that. Thank God we got separate rooms now!” Aidan rolled his eyes.

I just sat there. I found it quite intoxicating. My mind flashed back to the previous day while I was holding Aidan’s sneaker in my hand, and I wondered if it would have given off a similar smell had I taken it off. As I sat there I also felt myself growing. Thank goodness I was sitting down.

Suddenly I realized I must have been day dreaming because I looked over at Aidan who was looking right back at me with a strange little smile on his face. If I didn’t know any better I would have bet he could see what I was thinking.

He spared me any embarrassment however and changed the subject. “Mom says that I only have to do my room and some of the stuff in the garage today. That’s great because it means we can finish pretty early,” he added as he took the final mouthful of his cereal, got up and put the bowl into the dishwasher.

I was still seated when he returned to the table. “Remember our deal from yesterday?” Aidan asked.

“Sure” I nodded “You were going to pay me ten bucks to help you today. But remember I said I would do it for free.” I still meant it. I would gladly have helped him. Being paid was just a bonus.

When Aidan sat back down his face became serious. “Yes, I remember. But I said that if I pay you I am your boss. You have to do what I say.” he explained.

I began to wonder why he was pushing this point. But I pushed the thoughts aside. I wasn’t going to screw this up. “Yes boss!” I replied as I grinned at him.

He gave me a smile when he heard this. “Right then, I suppose we better get to work,” he told me. Aidan then hopped up and told me to follow him, which I did. We threaded our way through the house and up the stairs.

“My mom’s room is on the ground floor, there are two bedrooms on the second floor, and Jordan and my bedroom are on the top,” Aidan said over his shoulder. “We still haven’t decided what to do with the other rooms on the second floor, but Jordan and me have some plans for the spare room on our floor.”

We finally arrived at Aidan’s door. He opened it and went in with me following.

I was amazed. It was huge. It wouldn’t be a lie to say that the entire ground floor of my own house would just about be able to fit into it.

All the main things like his double bed, bookshelves, and computer area, as well as all the shelving had already been set up. But there were lots of boxes on the floor but only two of them had been opened. They had big red Stickers saying “AIDANS ROOM” on them.

There was no time to look around anymore, Aidan was all business. “First thing, go back downstairs and into the garage. There are more boxes there that must come up here. They all have labels like this,” he explained; indicating to one of the open ones. “You know where the garage is; it’s through the kitchen. I’m going to unpack here while you do it.”

I hopped to obey, and went off back downstairs. In the garage I found what he was talking about. They were amongst Jordan’s boxes and were similarly marked but with big blue labels.

I took the first box. It was heavy, and I struggled with it. I didn’t know what was inside it but I heard some jangling so I was careful in case it whatever it was inside was breakable. When I got to Aidan’s room he was busy rooting around in an open box. “Where do you want it?” I asked.

He looked up and told me to hold on a second. I stood there straining for a few moments before he was finished. Then Aidan came over and looked closely at the label.

“That’s my computer stuff. Go and put it over there,” he told me and pointed to his workstation.

I did and then went back downstairs to retrieve another box. I could swear that I felt his eyes on my back as I walked out the room. Once in the garage again I retrieved another box. This time when he checked the label he told me they were clothes and to put them by the closet.

Before I left, he called after me. “Read the labels yourself so you don’t have to disturb me!”

The next box I got was labeled shoes. I couldn’t believe it. He had a whole box of them. I only had three pairs to my name. The ones I was wearing now, my old pair that was a little too tight, but still fit, and some flip flops. Aidan had a whole box of them! As I carried them I wondered just how many there were inside.

I deposited the box by the closet and carried on my work. Aidan mostly ignored me. He was too busy setting up his room and arranging things just the way he wanted them.

Over the next half an hour or so I carried up all the boxes I could find that were labeled “Aidan”.

“Are you sure that’s the last of them? Aidan asked.

“Yes, I think so.” I answered, pausing to catch my breath.

“Ok, in that case, go to my closet and unpack the box with my shoes in them. It should be big enough.” Aidan instructed absently. He was busy setting up his computer.

I went over to the closet and opened it. I was amazed. He had a dedicated shoe closet. I then opened the box and my nose was assaulted by the distinctive smell of worn footwear that had been enclosed in a small space. The smell was very similar to that of the whiff that I had of Jordan’s shoes downstairs, but a little more muted and slightly different. I loved it.

The shoes were not packed well and had just been thrown in, almost filling the box to the top.
Going to work I unpacked the box, pairing each one and then placing them onto a shelf neatly next to one another. There were all types. Skating shoes, All stars, High-tops, Running shoes, Sports shoes, sandals, and cleats. Not to mention his collection of boots.

“Jeez, hurry up with that so you can close the door, its stinking up my room” Aidan called.

I didn’t mind at all, but I hurried and was finished pretty soon.

By this time Aidan had opened another box and begun to unpack it. He paused and looked around. “I think we had better get rid some of this trash. I can hardly see what’s going on.” Aidan decided. “Gather up some of the empty boxes and let’s take them downstairs. I’ll show you where it goes.”

When I had my arms full Aidan led me downstairs and out the garage. I noticed that he wasn’t carrying anything; he was just showing me where to dump it.

Around the corner of the garage there was a large pile of refuse that Aidan pointed to. I deposited the load and we returned. As tuned to go back, Aidan spoke over his shoulder. “Your next job is the bathroom. I can’t put my stuff in there when it’s so dirty.”

When we were back in the garage he pointed to a door in the back. “That’s the laundry in there. I don’t know how to work the machine, so just put the stuff from the hamper in the bathroom in there when you do it” Aidan stated.

We were half way across the garage when Aidan and I noticed a pair of grubby socks on the floor. They were where the passenger door of Aidan’s moms car had been, so must have been left there by Jordan before he got in and left this morning. No wonder his brother feet had such a strong odour I thought. Especially if he wore his sneakers without socks!

Aidan crinkled up his nose when he approached them. “Yuck!. Pick those up and put them in the hamper upstairs with our other stuff.” he bade me.

As we walked past them I bent down and gathered them up. Just like when Jordan had put his shoes on the table this morning, the socks had a strong distinctive smell that permeated the air around them.

In the kitchen Aidan rooted around in the cupboard and gathered up some cleaning supplies. He handed them to me and I followed him up stairs once more. The boy’s bathroom was on the far end of the passage way on their floor. Aidan opened the door for me and we went in.

He was telling the truth. It was really messy. “There’s the hamper” He said pointing to a basket in the corner. “Come and tell me when you’re finished.”

I set to work. The first thing I did was go over to put Jordan’s socks in the laundry basket. Just as I was about to, before I knew what I was doing I pressed Jordan’s smelly socks up under my nose and took a deep breath. I had never done anything like that before, and I don’t know what had come over me, but it was incredible! I felt a little dizzy as I tried to memorize its distinctive aroma.

Suddenly aware that the last thing I wanted was for Aidan to walk into the bathroom and seeing me sniffing his brothers socks I quickly put them into the hamper.

After a few moments I had regained my composure.

Obviously the brothers didn’t use the laundry basket for its intended purpose. All their clothes were spread across the room between the door and the large shower. Pretty much everywhere except near the hamper. I even recognized the T Shirt that Aidan had been wearing yesterday.

Once I had gathered up almost all of their clothes I noticed a pair of socks that had to be Aidan’s I wondered if they were the ones that he had on yesterday when I had cleaned his shoes for him.
I was still scared of getting caught but just like with Jordan’s I stole a quick little sniff before I put them into the hamper.

Yet again the results were electric. They were awesome! They were just as strong as Jordan’s but distinctive from them. But they were just as fantastic. For some reason there seemed to be a direct line between my nose and my penis, because I was instantly aroused. For those don’t get the attraction to feet, you won’t understand. For those that do, you will.

Once again it took me a few moments before I was able to return once more to reality.

I then started on giving the bathroom the best cleaning that I could. It wasn’t embarrassing for me to be cleaning bathrooms. I mean my father is a janitor as you know, so I guess you could say it runs in the family.

It took almost an hour but I was finishing up with polishing the taps on the twin basins. I had been thinking of the morning so far and realized just how different Aidan’s demeanour had been when ordering me around. Not that I minded, it was just different. Thinking some more about it I realized that he was treating me a lot like a servant and I quite liked it.

Oh great, another weird thing that I had found out about myself!

Suddenly I got the feeling that I was being watched and looked around to the door. Aidan was standing in the doorway leaning up against it. I have no idea how long he had been there. “You have done a great job Steven, maybe too good! Once my mom sees this she is going to want me and Jordan to keep it this way.”

I was really pleased with the praise. “Thanks boss” I replied and then gave the tap a final wipe.

Aidan smiled at this. “Go and put the cleaning stuff away and then come to my bedroom, I think we have just about finished all the work we need to for today.”

Happily I put the supplies on top of the laundry hamper and toted it downstairs and into the laundry room. I would have put it on too, but like Aidan I didn’t know how the complicated looking machine worked. I also thought about having another quick sniff of the brothers’ socks, but I knew that I had better not push my luck.

When I entered his bedroom , Aidan was lying back on his bed. He seemed to be thinking hard about something.

“All done” I announced.

Aidan looked around.

“Not quite, you can take another load of trash outside” Aidan pointed to some more plastic and cardboard that I had not seen.

I gathered up the last remaining refuse and again went downstairs and outside. This time when I returned Aidan was still on his bed. He had picked up a comic book and was reading it.

“You still have time to work” Aidan said over the top of the pages. “Unpack that box over there. It’s my clothes so they go in that closet.”

I didn’t think twice. It seemed completely natural for him to give the orders and my place to obey them. As I worked the situation was slowly permeating into my brain. I remembered what I had thought in the bathroom about the feeling I got about whilst serving Aidan, and it came back again.

Wasn’t this the kind of things bullies did? I mean Donovan certainly ordered me about, but I hated him. Besides, with Donovan if I didn’t obey Donovan would beat me bloody.

But I was enjoying it with Aidan.

I think the difference was that I found myself wanting to please Aidan. I loved it when he said I had done something good, like his bathroom. And I really loved when he smiled.

With Donovan I did what he wanted because if I did not he would beat me. I realized that Aidan and he certainly wielded similar a similar power, but in my adolescent mind I couldn’t really tell what the difference was.

As I worked I stole glances at Aidan’s reclining body. My heart beat faster when it suddenly occurred to me this kind of situation was something similar to the kinds of dream I had been having lately. He seemed to me to be a beautiful prince relaxing on his throne while I was his servant doing work for him. This had been the theme to these dreams and over the past two weeks I had had quite a few. When I had woken I was always full and warm.

I was half day dreaming about this when I found myself looking at the soles of Aidan’s bare feet. I looked up passed them and realized he had caught me looking. Thankfully he didn’t say anything and just returned to his comic.

In another half an hour I was done. Without being told I took the finished boxes downstairs once more. Upon arriving back up in his room I looked around. There was only one box left.

“Aidan, can I unpack this one for you too?”
Aidan looked over at it. “No, just push it into the closet. Then I think you are done Steven.” He smiled.

As I manoeuvred the box into the closet I had to wonder what was in this one. It was a lot heavier than the other boxes.

After I closed the closet door I realized just how tired I really was. I had been working really hard. I wanted to have a sit down, so I took a seat at the bottom of Aidan’s bed, near his feet. I didn’t really think about it. Subconsciously I think that I was putting myself there. It seemed like the best place for me at the time.

Aidan put down the comic he was reading and grinned at me. He sat up and drew his left leg up and over the other, leaving the right one extended towards me.“You did good today Steven. And you got more done than I thought you would. The bathroom is really great. But with me and Jordan it won’t last long,” he laughed.

I sat there very pleased with the praise and grinned at him in a cheesy fashion.

“So how was it working for me?” he asked

I laughed. “You are a great boss. Besides it wasn’t really work. I didn’t mind doing anything today.”

Aidan seemed happy. “Glad to hear it. Now I guess I owe you ten bucks.” Aidan said.

Although I know I could have, even should have accepted the money, I wouldn’t. For some reason I thought that once the transaction had taken place, it would be the end of something. The end of him being the boss. I didn’t want that.
“No Aidan, I’m not gonna take your money. Like I said, I really didn’t mind the working for you at all. It wasn’t really work so you can’t really pay me.” I told him.

Aidan got a cat like smile on his face. “So you are saying me bossing you around didn’t worry you?”

“Oh come on, You didn’t boss me around at all really” I replied.

“OK Steven, I’ll tell you what, if you say that you liked me being your boss I will drop the issue.”

“Sure I liked you being my boss!” I said a little too eagerly. Once the words had left my lips I knew it sounded weird. But Aidan had the biggest grin on his face.

“Great, and now we have the rest of the day to go play around the fort!” He exclaimed excitedly.
He hopped up off the bed and made for the door I was about to follow him when he called back.
“I’m gonna get the paint ball guns from my brothers room, I’ll meet you in the kitchen. We have to get some supplies.”

I began to make my way downstairs, excited for the afternoon when Aidan called from his brother’s bedroom. “Do me a favour Steven, grab some socks and shoes for me. I’ll put them on in the kitchen, it’ll save time.”

Aidan’s request had been more of a command. He certainly said it in the same tone as earlier. I wasn’t going to complain. I went to his shoe closet and looked at them. While I was unpacking earlier I remembered one pair that would be much more suitable than the one he had on yesterday.

I picked up the canvass All Stars that were really ratty and torn. I had to wonder what hell they had gone through to come out looking like they did. I also really wanted to give them a sniff, but couldn’t because Aidan was in the room next door and might appear any second. The socks also collected, I made my way down to the kitchen.

Aidan arrived a moment later carrying a backpack. I was still holding his shoes for him. He smiled at me and pointed to them. “Good choice; now pass them here.”

I did so and then he directed me to find some water bottles in the cupboard and fill them.

Aidan put on his socks and shoes and then collected some food. Namely a half a pizza from the previous night. My tummy grumbled when I saw this. Pizza was a rare treat at my house.

Shortly we had everything we needed. Aidan had packed it all into the backpack and then handed it me. “You can carry it” He said, looking at me with an eyebrow raised.

I could definitely sense he was testing to see if I would comply. Which I did of course. I simply took the bag and hoisted it onto my shoulder and then left with him through the garage.

Re: Life is Good

Postby kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:15 pm

Chapter 3

We didn’t bother to take our bikes. The woods started across the road at the end of his driveway. I quickly oriented us through the dense thickets and after half an hour came upon the clearing where the fort was.

We then wasted no time in getting the paint-ball guns out. Aidan showed me how one worked and how to load it and so on, and then he set the rules. I thought we were going to have a normal game, but Aidan had other ideas.

“If you get shot, then the other person gets to take you prisoner. And then the winner gets to do any torture he wants to their prisoner for an hour.”

I don’t think Aidan expected me to voice my concerns or try to bargain, so he was surprised when I said: “Hold on a second.”

“What? Don’t you want to play?” he said, irritation audible in his voice. He must have already been getting used to having his way where I was concerned.

“No, it not that, it’s just that you said any torture.” I said; a little worried.

He then put his hand on me reassuringly.

“Ok I should have said that the torture can’t be so bad that it leaves marks or anything serious like that.”

I loved that Aidan had touched my shoulder, and it sealed the deal for me. Even though I knew better than to agree with it I did. He took my smile as a sign of my acceptance.

“But you are really gonna get it when I win!” he smiled

“If you win.” I said as I grinned back.

Aidan laughed “Yea sure!” he gently taunted.

We jumped up and went to the centre of the clearing.

“All right, we have two minutes to hide, and then the stalking starts, may the best man win! One, two, three, GO!” Aidan announced.

I set off straight into the woods, and then took a left down into where I knew the forest was thicker and would give me more cover. My plan was to wait here for a short while and then circle around the clearing. I was pretty sure that Aidan would stick fairly close.

To my mind we would be pretty evenly matched. On the one hand I had home turf advantage, and on the other he had paint-ball experience. Little did I know that I was doomed from the start. The glaring clue that was staring me in the face was that Aidan had his own paint ball gun. Both he and Jordan were really good at it. I would learn later that he was a master tactician and the brothers in a team had won many competitions.

It took me about five minutes to work my way back to where I could see the fort. I then remembered a war movie that I had watched where they said the best place to be was the high ground. It seemed like a good idea so I dropped to the ground and began to belly crawl. I was going very slowly, using low bushes and fallen logs for cover.

The shot behind me nearly made me jump out of my skin, and a moment later the paint ball stung me in the lower back.

It was a completely instinctive reaction that I spun around and clutched at where the paint ball had impacted. Aidan pounced from where he had ambushed me. He stood over my prone body and then stepped onto my right wrist, the one that I still held the gun in. After immobilizing my hand he grinned down at me. “I got ya!” He shouted triumphantly.

“Bugger!” I sighed and looked up at him. “That hurt more than I thought it would!”

“Well that’s the price of being a loser!” Aidan jeered good-naturedly. “And that’s just the start, because you are my prisoner now.” Aidan pushed his foot down onto my hand some more. “Let go of the gun,” he commanded, and for added effect he leveled his own gun down at my belly.

I let go my gun and he took his foot off my hand. He then put the same shoe down on my chest and stood there. “Do you accept that you are my prisoner?” Aidan asked seriously.

At that moment Aidan cut a truly powerful figure, and I felt a wave of butterflies flow through me. Looking up at him standing over me, with the weight of his foot pressing me into the ground and the paint ball gun pointed at me I felt a fundamental shift in myself.

“Yes Sir” I said, staying in character.

I think maybe Aidan sensed that shift in me too, I wasn’t sure, but he stayed like that a bit longer that was necessary. “Right. Get onto your knees and put your hands behind your back.” Aidan ordered as he stood back.

I then heard him rustling around behind me and the distinctive clink of metal. Before I could do anything, Aidan grabbed my hands and clapped the pair of handcuffs onto them.

“Up” He ordered and pulled my wrists upwards.

I got up and then he pushed me forward, still holding onto my wrists. We were right on the edge of the clearing so it was only a short walk to the fort itself.

When we reached it Aidan told me to kneel again, which I did. Walking in front on me he used his shoe to nudge my knees apart more until he was satisfied with my position. He then took the chair and sat down in it, extending his legs out so that they were between my knees. They were very close to my crotch I thought.

Aidan just sat there for a while looking me over. When his eyes met mine I saw a shine in them. He held my gaze and seemed to peer into my very soul. He seemed to see my deepest secrets. Even all those things about me I had kept from everybody. I could not hold his gaze any longer and I dropped my eyes to his shoes.

That seemed to be the signal he had been waiting for, and he began to speak. “I’m going to interrogate you to get some answers” Aidan announced. “I’ve noticed a lot of things about you, so I want the truth. I’m afraid I told a little bit of a white lie earlier when I said this was a game. It’s actually really serious.”

I got scared at this point. He was serious. When I looked back up at his face there was a hard edge in his eyes. Swallowing nervously I nodded.

“You answer with a Yes Sir or No Sir !” Aidan added forcefully.

“Yes Sir!” I immediately replied.

Aidan raised an eyebrow thinking of his first question.

“First question. Are you gay?”

I was floored. As I said I had known for some time that I liked boys, but there was no way I would admit it to Aidan. He was my new friend and I didn’t want to do or say anything to jeopardize that.

“No Sir!”

A small smile crept into the corner of Aidan’s mouth.

“I think you are lying. I’ve seen the way you look at me sometimes, I’m also sure I’ve seen you pop a boner.” With that he stood up and retrieved a length of rope from the backpack. I hadn’t seen him put it in there earlier. He circled to my back and tied the one end to the hand cuffs. Pulling me to my feet he took me outside the fort. Aidan then found a suitable tree branch and threw the other end over it. He pulled it taught, but not tight.

“Last chance to tell the truth or I’m gonna punish you for lying to me.”

I was really scared at this point. I mean I was cuffed and tied up, and we were far enough from anywhere that nobody would hear me crying out for help. I was totally helpless and in his power.
With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach I realized that I didn’t know anything about the boy in front of me. For all I really knew he could be a thousand times worse than Donovan. And now I was here and totally at his mercy. The worst part was that I had been so easily tricked into this situation.
Aidan took my silence as his answer. He tugged on the rope which pulled my arms upwards. I yelped out. They were not drawn up so much that it was really painful, but it was really uncomfortable. I had to stand on my toes to keep the pain out of my shoulders.

Aidan then walked behind me. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I knew that it couldn’t be good for me. Then I heard a swoosh and felt the blow land on my backside. A searing pain burst in me and I involuntarily cried out. Aidan circled back around to face me. He had a riding crop in his hand that he patted into the palm of his other hand.

“Oww Aidan, please that hurt, please let me down.” I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

Aidan stepped forward and landed another blow on my hip. It stung just as much as the first one. And I cried out again.

“That one was for not calling me Sir!” He said. “Now if you don’t tell me the truth, I’m gonna give you five more. Are you gay?”

“No Sir” I said quietly, still not able to admit it to him. I hung my head in shame.

He must have known. Suddenly I felt the first of five blows land on my rump in quick succession Aidan was on the third blow when the first one started hurting. The pain quickly blossomed into scorching fire. Just as he landed the fifth one did I broke and yelled out.

“Yes Sir, I am gay, I’m sorry for lying to you!”

I was crying openly now, sure that he would just continue whipping me for the fun of it. I was now sure that he was just another Donovan and had lulled me into a false sense of security so that he could have his fun with me.

Aidan came back in front of me. I expected to see nothing but contempt on his face when I looked at him, but I was wrong. I saw something else, I saw compassion. He stepped closer and took my chin into his hand cradling it softly. “If you told me the truth Steven, I wouldn’t have had to do that to you. Understand?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I blinked at him, and felt a tear drop onto my cheek.

Aidan let go my chin and then went and undid the rope. I fell to the ground, but didn’t move, thinking better of it.

A few moments later Aidan appeared in front of me again. “Next question, and remember what will happen to you if you lie to me again” Aidan said.

I nodded at him “Yes Sir, I won’t lie again.”

Aidan stepped up closer to me so that the crotch of his jeans was no more than a few inches away from my face. I had to crane my head upwards to look at him. “Does thinking about my feet give you boner?” Aidan asked.

There was no denying that. “Yes Sir” I said.

“Good answer, and I believe you.” Aidan stated. “Next question. Did you mean what you said about liking me being your boss?”

Once again answered “Yes Sir.”

“What did you like about it?” Aidan asked.

I had to think about that for a second. I didn’t know how to answer it.

Aidan grabbed a handful of my hair as a warning for me to answer. “I don’t know Sir. I guess I just liked it. It somehow felt right, and I like doing things for you while you give me orders.”

Still holding my hair Aidan smiled down at me. I could see sincerity in his face, and was genuinely pleased by my answer.

He let go and took a step back from me. “Well then I think I should tell you a few things too. I had to hear you say them first before I told you about me. You gotta be really careful about some of these things. I have read up on the internet about people like you and people like me. You are a slave and I am a Master.”

I was floored by what Aidan had just said. “Uhh Aidan I don’t think...” My sentence was cut short as he stepped forward and slapped me across my face. It was a stinging blow but not really all that sore. I think he just meant to stun me, which of course it did.

“You just broke two rules Steven. The slap was for talking and you didn’t call me Sir.” Aidan thought for a moment. “I tell you what, if you can think of a good way to show me you are sorry, I won’t give your butt a whip with this...” He then lifted the riding crop into my view and waved it around.

I really wanted to avoid another blow from that. Suddenly my mind went reached back to some old movies I had seen. They were set in Ancient Rome and a slave had to beg for forgiveness for a crime. In the film he had kissed the Emperors feet while he begged. The scene had stirred up all sorts of feelings in me but I didn’t understand them at the time.

Still with my hands cuffed behind me I shuffled forward a bit. I then laid a kiss on the tops of each of Aidan’s dirty Converse sneakers. “Sir I am sorry for disrespecting you like that.” I said.

I was going to return to my kneeling position, but for some reason I didn’t. Even though it was a bit uncomfortable, it felt good to be like this. I loved being near his sneakers, and somehow I think I sensed that he liked this too. And of course if I was pleasing him he wasn’t punishing me.

“I will forgive you this time, but don’t do it again!” Aidan admonished. “As I was saying, you are a slave, and I am a Master. People like you are born with a need to serve people like me. They need Masters to control them and keep them in line and to make sure they are good boys. And then there are people like me who are born to get served and worshipped. It’s just our place in life.”

Somewhere deep on a subconscious level Aidan’s words made perfect sense to me. I knew that he was right. About me, about him, and he certainly knew that he could dominate me. My attraction to his personality magnified ten-fold in those few moments.

“Yes Sir, I think you are awesome. I never really thought about it in the way you said, but you’re right.” I said. With this I moved my head and kissed the toe of his sneaker once more.

“Good boy. Sit up on your knees and look at me” Aidan ordered.

He almost looked like he wanted to cry. He was so happy. Like me he had found something that was missing in his life. “I think we are going to be best friends....kind of,” he giggled.

He then walked behind me and untied the rope. “Come, let’s eat some pizza.”

Once free of the rope I got to my feet. I still had my arms cuffed, but at this point I almost didn’t notice them. I knew that we were not playing the prisoner game any more but Aidan didn’t offer to take them off, so I didn’t ask. Besides it was kind of cool to be restrained like this around him. Just a reminder that he was the one with the power.

A thousand thoughts were swirling around my head as we made our way over to the fort. It was obvious that Aidan knew a lot more about this stuff that I did. But then again he had far more exposure to the world than what I did. And of course I didn’t have access to the internet. Many questions started popping up in my head that I wanted to ask him, but I thought I had better hold off a bit. Everything was moving so fast.

Aidan automatically took the seat. He pointed to the ground in front of him and told me to kneel down. I did so, and felt quite happy about it.

“It looks like you are really enjoying this” Aidan then said and pointed to my crotch. I had been so distracted that I hadn’t noticed that I was fully erect.

I blushed furiously. With my hands cuffed I couldn’t hide it. I started to shift my body but Aidan stopped me by putting his sneaker onto my thigh.

“Dont move!” Aidan ordered. “And don’t worry about it, see, I really like this too.” He said and pointed to his crotch with a broad grin.

The outline of his own erection was clearly visible as well. I am sure I would have noticed it under normal circumstances, but the last little while I had been very distracted. I couldn’t help myself. I just stared at the bulge as if hypnotized.

Aidan then got the pizza box out the bag and opened it on his lap. He took out a piece and munched on it. My tummy grumbled, I only began to notice just how hungry I was. After his first piece was finished Aidan got a second piece. I thought that he was going to give it to me but he started eating that one too.
Aidan grinned at me. “Don’t worry I will save you a piece, but you only get to eat after I do.”

“Thank you Sir” I was grateful knowing that he wasn’t going to finish it all, but I also knew that he could if he wanted to.

He had got down to the crust when he held it out toward me in his fingers. “You want the crust?” he asked.

I readily agreed, and he fed it to me. When he pushed the last little bit into my mouth his fingers brushed my lips sending electricity coursing through me.

He then got the last piece and patiently fed it to me too. Once again I got the thrill of his fingers on my lips, and while I was chewing it he casually used my hair to wipe his hands. I didn’t mind in the slightest.

It really began to hit home to me that I loved being treated like this by him and thought I should say something. I had hardly said anything so far unless it was answering a question.

“Umm, Sir? Can I say something?”

Aidan looked down at me and smiled.

“Sure, I want you to talk like normal with me, as long as you are completely honest and always really respectful. You may be my friend now, but you are also a lowly slave and I am a Master” he said.

“I was just thinking a bit more about what you said, and wanted you to know I really like you, and I really like the way you are treating me. I think I have known for a while now that I was different, I just didn’t know that I was really a ... well, a slave. Even earlier when you hit me with the riding crop. I really hurt at the time, but afterwards, like now, it kinda felt right.”

“That’s great Steven! I read about that. Slaves need to be punished, and only real slaves know they need it. I can also tell you I needed it. I feel fantastic while I am doing it, like I have so much power. It’s such a rush!” Aidan answered excitedly.

We sat for a little while and chatted some more. He then said we should have another game of Paint Ball. This time the penalty would be different.

“I think if you lose, I get to give you five swats with the crop across your butt again.” Aidan said with a gleam in his eye.

I knew just how painful that would be but agreed; not that I felt that I could say no.

“But what if I win?” I asked. “I don’t know but it wouldn’t be right to do the same to you.”

Aidan agreed. “Tell you what, if you win I will let you have some of the chocolate bar I brought with me.” He said and produced a melted wrapper from his pocket. It was not broken, just mooshy and melted.

He also pulled out the hand cuff keys and took them off. We then started the game.

I don’t know how, but the Gods were smiling down on me that day. I won!. Yes indeed. It might have been pure luck that he just didn’t react quick enough when we caught each other off guard coming around a few bushes, I don’t know, but I pulled the trigger and one shell caught him on the right shin. His round flew a few inches wide of me.

Aidan cursed angrily and clutched his leg, but when he looked up he had a genuine smile on his face. “OK fine; you got me,” he said.

I was very pleased with myself and grinned back at him.

“Come and get your reward” Aidan said and pointed on to the ground in front of him.

I did so and realized that I felt no shame kneeling before him. It it felt... natural. I could also see that Aidan was at ease with it.

He retrieved the melted chocolate bar and opened it. The gooey chocolate got all over his fingers as he scooped most of it into his mouth. When he was finished he held out the wrapper for me.
I made to take it from him but he stopped me.

“Uh Uh… no hands.” He said, a mischievous smile playing over his lips.

I leaned forward and took the last bit of chocolate into my mouth and savoured it. Aidan folded up the empty wrapper and then instead of wiping his chocolaty fingers on his jeans, he held them out to my face. “Clean them off,” he told me.

I took each of his fingers into my mouth and let my tongue work all around each digit. It may sound strange, but the chocolate wasn’t the treat here. The act itself was. I revelled in this incredibly intimate act. When I was finished, and before Aidan moved off I held onto his hand and then dried his fingers off on my shirt.

“Very good Steven,” he said, and I grinned at his praise.
It was then time to go. I gathered the things and packed them back into the backpack. When I picked up the riding crop, despite the pain that it has caused me earlier I handled it almost reverently.

I was then about to pack the rope back into the bag, but Aidan told me to leave it here because it might come in handy.

Finished, we started back to Aidan’s house, chatting with one another all the way.

Re: Life is Good

Postby kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:16 pm

Chapter 4

Approaching the house I could see that Aidan’s mom was back. Her car was parked outside. She was in the kitchen writing something on the fridge notice board. “Hi Honey, and hi Steven. You boys have fun?” She asked.

“Yes Mom, we went exploring in the woods.” Aidan replied.

“That’s great Hon, listen, remember what we talked about last night? I’m going to be away at work a lot from now, so here is a list of yours and your brother’s chores. I’m putting it up on the fridge.”

“Aww Mom!” Aidan whined, but then he stopped himself. It was almost as if the light from the light bulb that switched on in his head flashed behind his eyes. “Actually that’s cool Mom. I’ll get mine done.”

Aidan’s mom looked at him with a raised eyebrow. Clearly she had expected more resistance, but she didn’t say anything, perhaps because she didn’t want to change his mind.

Aidan and I went up to his room. When we got there he closed the door and turned to me.
“Get on your knees” He said and pointed to the floor just in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

I complied even though I was a bit worried about someone coming into the room.

“Things are going to be very different for us from now on Steven. I have been thinking about this stuff for a long time. And as I have said I have done a lot of reading on the internet. Obviously even though you are a slave, we can’t let everyone know about it. I am going to tell Jordan about you. I’m sure you have noticed that he is a lot like me. I am sure you can see he is, but I don’t know if he is old enough to understand what a real slave is or how to treat them properly.

“We also have to put some rules in place. Well I do, that’s a Masters responsibility. Tell me Steven, do you have a computer and the internet at home?”

“No Sir,” I shook my head. “There is at the school and the library, I can go there if you want me to.”

Aidan thought for a moment. “Good idea, but no. It’s OK, never mind I will give you a different homework assignment. I will make it easy for starters. I want you to think of one rule you should have as a slave. That’s for tomorrow.”

“Yes Sir, I’m sure I can do that.” I said.

Aidan looked at me and was not smiling when he spoke again. “Well you had better, because you will be punished every time you disobey me. Next...”

Aidan didn’t finish his sentence when the door opened and in strode his little brother. I turned in surprise and looked at him. “Hey Aidan...” he started but didn’t finish he he saw me kneeling in front of his brother. “What’s this? Jordan asked.

“Come on in Jordan. I don’t think you have met Steven properly yet.” Aidan said to him.

Jordan went to the bed looking down at me with an unreadable expression on his face. He sat next to Aidan tucking one leg up under him. He didn’t offer to say hello or anything, but rather waited for Aidan to speak.

“You remember a few months back at your old school there was that kid there that followed you around like a puppy dog?” Aidan asked.

“Yea sure, it was great, I got him to do everything for me.” Jordan said.

“And remember what we read on the internet about some people being like that?” Aidan continued.

Jordan snorted and looked at Aidan with annoyance.

“Yea you asshole, it was wrong. When I tried some of that on Timmy I didn’t just lose a lackey, I got in trouble. Everyone thought I was a bully.”

“Well you were an idiot. I told you that you couldn’t just go and do that stuff on him.” Aidan scolded.

“Oh come on, he was exactly like what it said he should be like!” Jordan whined.

Aidan ruffled his little brothers hair in a friendly gesture. “Never mind Jordan, so anyway guess what....” Aidan said with a cheeky grin on his face.

“What is it?” Jordan said and batted Aidan’s hand away playfully.

Aidan jerked his thumb toward me. “Steven here is the real deal.”

Jordan just sat there with a gob-smacked look on his face. “No way!”

“Yes way!” Aidan grinned.

“Well that explains how you got your room done.” Jordan laughed. He then stared at me intently for a moment. “Is this true? Are you really a slave?” He asked me.

I had just been listening quietly while the the brothers had this discussion. I didn’t know what to feel about it. To be sure when they started I didn’t know how Jordan would react, but from what I had just heard, it sounded like he knew all about his brothers proclivities, and not only did he share them, he had tried to get another boy to act on them.

“Uhh, Yes it is Sir.” I said. Only after I had said it did I realize I had called Jordan Sir. I don’t know why, but it seemed the right thing to do, even though he was younger than me. More of what Aidan had been saying earlier was making sense. There did seem to be people that commanded respect. And just like Aidan, Jordan was one of them.

Jordan beamed and turned back to his brother. “O man! This is so awesome! When did you find out about him?”

“I had my suspicions yesterday, but today it was obvious. And you are really gonna love this. Not only is he a natural slave, I think he is a natural foot slave on top of it...” Aidan said with obvious enjoyment.

I blushed when he said this. I was still not used to people discussing my most personal stuff. But there wasn’t anything I could do. That and of course they were right.

Jordan whooped and punched the air. “I can’t believe we lucked out like this... I mean it was exactly that that freaked Timmy out, hehehe.”

Aidan grabbed a hold of Jordan’s arm and pulled him back down to the bed. “Hold your horses Jordan. Calm down.” Aidan said, amused by his brothers excitement. “We gotta do this right. I mean sure he is a natural, but he doesn’t belong to us yet. And then there is all the training, and the rest of it...” Aidan trailed off with a grin.

“Uhh Sir...” I addressed Aidan “What do you mean by belonging to you and training?” I asked.
Aidan turned to me and looked at me sternly.

“Don’t interrupt us Steven. As a slave you don’t just get to speak whenever you want.” Aidan said.

Again I hung my head, but was a little relieved that I didn’t get hit this time.

“Actually I want to know what you mean too.” Jordan said.

Aidan nodded. “Well he isn’t owned by anyone yet. What if another kid figures out that they can get a real life slave? Steven would naturally just go to them. He can’t help it; it’s not his fault. We gotta make him ours only. And we have to train him to be exactly the way we want him.”

Jordan nodded thoughtfully. “Too right, I don’t want to share him with anyone.”

I shifted uneasily. This was a lot of information that was being bombarded on me in only one afternoon. I knew from earlier that my life was going to change, but this much and this quickly?
Aidan then turned to me. “I don’t think you have said a proper hello to your other Master yet have you?”

“No Sir” I said and then turned on my knees to Jordan. “Hello Master Jordan” I said, and then bent forward onto my hands and brought my face up close to his white socked feet. Again I smelled the strong sweaty smell of his feet, but mixed in with the fresh aroma of new shoe. I didn’t hesitate and planted a kiss on the tops of each foot lingering a little with each one. I was beginning to realize that these boys, I mean Masters, really did like what I was doing, and in fact they were enjoying my submission just as much as I was.

I was going to resume my place but I felt Aidan’s shoe come down onto the back of my neck. He didn’t force it down but just let the weight of his leg rest on it. That was enough to push my face into Jordan’s socked feet. I could feel the warmth of them through the smelly fabric.

“Hello Steven, I’m glad my brother found you. I think this is going to be very good for all of us.” Jordan said. “And you better get used to feet. I think that’s where a slave like you belongs.”

Aidan laughed at that. “He isn’t joking you know Steven. He loves his feet. You will probably spend more time on them than on mine... but not much!”

Giggling and wiggling his toes Jordan said: “ You know Aidan, we can’t keep calling his Steven. We have to think of a better name.”

Just then Mrs. Masterson called from downstairs. Dinner was ready.

“Shit.” Jordan sighed. “This spoils our fun.”

“Be right down!” Aidan shouted back. “Well just for today.” He then took his foot off the back of my neck. I got back to my knees.

“What time do you finish school Steven?” Aidan asked.

“At two o clock Sir” I answered.

“Same as us, but I think we only get back to the house at three. You are gonna be here when we get back from school tomorrow, you hear?” Aidan warned.

“Yes Sir.” I nodded.

Satisfied, Aidan stood up. Jordan stood next to him.

“When we leave the room, things go back to normal, we don’t want our mom to get suspicious.” Aidan said before turning to Jordan and continuing. “And you can’t let on at school either, not even to Cameron.”

“I won’t, I promise Aidan.” Jordan said sincerely.

We all left the room then and went downstairs. Mrs. Masterson invited me over for dinner, but I declined saying that I needed to get home. I said goodbye to both Aidan and Jordan dipping my head to each of them as I did so.

On the bike ride home the day’s incredible events started peculating through my brain. I was both ecstatic and apprehensive at the same time. This was more that I could have ever dreamed of. I had met two people that not only shared my interests, but wanted me to be a part of their lives as well. And then of course there was the other thing, they wanted me to belong to them, to be owned by them. I certainly didn’t know all that entailed, but I also knew that I really liked the sound of it. Did that mean that there other kids out there that were like them on the lookout for kids like me? That would mean that there were kids like me too.

In no time I arrived home. Dad hadn’t made dinner and he was only semi-conscious on the sofa in front of the TV. He did leave me some take-out on the kitchen table. I ate it and then went to watch TV for a while with him. Dad was asleep after a while and I watched a couple of shows before I had a shower and went to bed.

That evening I had the most incredible night rubbings. But instead of fantasy, I merely relived the events of the day. I eventually fell into a restful and dream coloured sleep. The sleep of a very happy boy.

Re: Life is Good

Postby kkoomm » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:34 pm

Chapter 5

My day at school the next day was as normal. Although to me time seemed to move like molasses. I was counting the minutes before school ended and I could see the Masterson brothers. When the final bell came around eventually I could barely contain myself. I was the first one out the door and to my locker.

Having got all my things I hurried home. It was only a five minute walk, but I was half way home when I ran into Donovan. Or I should say that he ran into me.

Donovan was on his bike and because I had been concentrating so hard on getting home I had not heard him approaching. He had rode up behind me and put out his hand to slap the back of my head as he went past. A typical Donovan move. On any other day I would have expected him just to laugh his ass off and carry on going, but today of all days he stopped his bike a few meter on front of me.

“Hey bitch, why are you in such a hurry?” He asked.

“No reason” I said and gathered up my fallen books.

Donovan snorted. “I have decided that as a resident fag in the school you are going to start paying fag tax, which means that whatever pocket money you get, you are going to hand over to me. My brother does the same to the fags in high school and he is doing well out of it. I have looked around and as far as I can tell, you are the only one in our school, so you are going to pay.

“Uhh, I don’t have any money.” I stammered.

“Not good enough. One way or another you gonna pay. Its either money or something else...”
When Donovan started to get off his bike I bolted. My house wasn’t far away and I thought I could make it. I suppose I should have known better. Donovan was an athlete, but my house was just in view up the street and I had a new-found confidence from yesterday. Unfortunately Donovan caught up with me just as I turned into my front yard. He tackled me to the ground and sent my books flying once again. I knew that resistance was futile and in a second he had flipped me over on my back and straddled me in a bully pin.

“Big mistake bitch!” Donovan grunted. “Now I want to hear you say you will give me your pocket money.”

“Please Donovan, you must know me and my dad don’t have money. I get very little and I don’t have and at the moment.”

Donovan was annoyed by this. He thought about it for a moment and realized I was probably telling him the truth.

“Well we will just have to find other ways for you to pay” Donovan threatened. He then moved his hips forward and rubbed his crotch over my tightly closed mouth. After a few moments he stopped and stood up over me.

“Yea bitch, meet me at the park today at four. You hear?” Donovan said.

I looked up at him and saw a gleam in his eye that sent a shiver of fear down my spine. To my horror I also felt a wave of submissiveness flow over me. I had no time to dwell on this because I hadn’t agreed with him quickly enough and Donovan bent forward and delivered a hard open hand slap to my mouth.

I just nodded dumbly, the blow had stunned me.

“Good, see you then. Donovan said. He then bent forward and spat. The gob landed on my cheek and ran down warmly over it. Donovan gave a laugh at this and then left me lying there.

Slowly I picked myself up an got my books once again. Inside I went to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. I noticed the slight taste of blood in my mouth and when I looked in the mirror I could see why. My lip had a small split in it. It wasn’t big or anything, but it throbbed and was beginning to swell.

I couldn’t believe it. I realized that I had agreed to meet Donovan later when I also knew that it would be impossible. Not if I was going to go over to Aidan and Jordan’s. And I could also not understand or explain the mixture of emotions I had felt when I had been pinned between Donovan’s thighs. I suppose somewhere inside the slave in me (as Aidan had put it) had responded to Donovan’s dominance. Aidan had also said that I couldn’t help it. I suddenly got scared when I remembered what else Aidan had said. What if Donovan wanted to own me?

I didn’t want to think about it. I had other things to do.

All too soon it was time for me to leave for the Masterson house. I got on my bike and started off with butterflies in my belly. As I was riding along I began tonguing the cut on my lip. It was still a little sore and a reminder of my encounter with Donovan. I have a very good imagination and all sorts of horrible scenarios started playing through my mind. For sure I knew there would be hell to pay if I didn’t meet Donovan. But I wasn’t about to disobey Aidan and Jordan. They took complete precedence in my mind.

Halfway Up the driveway I heard a car behind me. As I craned my neck around I saw Mrs. Masterson’s SUV barreling up the dirt driveway. I just caught a glimpse of her and saw Aidan sitting in the front set with Jordan peering out from between them. They had seen me and were smiling.

Quickening my pace I rode after them choking a bit on the dust that the car had thrown up. I arrived just as the boys had just got out the car. Mrs. Masterson had opened the window and was giving Jordan a kiss.

“Hello Steven, it’s good to see you.”

“Hello Mrs. Masterson” I greeted in reply.

She turned her head to Aidan “Now you boys be good, I will be home at around seven this evening. I have left you lunch in the fridge.”

With a final goodbye wave she drove away. Clearly she was in a hurry because she left us in a cloud of dust. When it cleared a bit I noticed for the first time that Aidan and Jordan wore school uniforms. They looked fantastic in them. “Hello Sir” I greeted first Aidan and then Jordan.

They both greeted me with a hello as well. Then Jordan took stepped forward next to Aidan. “Well there is nobody around, so you can give us both a proper hello slave!” Jordan said happily.

I smiled at them. Then I got to my knees on the gravel of the driveway and kissed each of the four dusty shoes. When I got back up we all chuckled, obviously enjoying the situation.

Then Aidan’s eyes darkened. “What the hell happened to your lip?” he asked.

“It looks like someone smacked you in the gob” Jordan added. The concern in their voices was obvious. My heart melted a little. Their concern for me made me want to cry.

I tried to answer but nothing came out my mouth for a moment.

“It’s all right” Aidan said. “you can tell us in the house.” He put his school bag down. “Bring our bags in and put them in our rooms. Then come down to the lounge. Mine goes by my desk.”

Jordan did the same with his bag and added. “Mine goes by my desk too.”

They then walked towards the door. Aidan retrieved the key from his pocket while Jordan hung on him in the manner that only a little brother can, whispering something in his ear.

I picked up their bags and went did as they told me. “Have you eaten?” came Aidan’s voice as I started up the stairs.

I thanked him and said that I had.

When I returned I found the boys lounging on the big leather sofa in the sitting room. They were munching on some sandwiches and were in deep conversation. Somehow I knew that I shouldn’t take a seat next to them, and like in their room the previous day, I got to my knees in front of them.

“Good boy.” Aidan praised. “I got the feeling that training you is not going to be that hard at all.”

“Now how did you get that lip?” Jordan asked around a mouthful of food.

I knew better than not to answer, so I told them the whole story about this afternoons encounter with Donovan ending off with that being the only reason that I was here just after they arrived.
Raising my eyes slightly I saw their reaction. They were furious.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jordan shouted and jumped off the sofa.

“Hold on Jordan, calm down and sit down.” Aidan said. He was also no less angry than his brother but had a little more self-control.

Aidan questioned me some more about Donovan. He wanted to know all sorts of things about him, where he lived, if he had any brothers and sisters, and what kind of sport he did.

In the end Aidan turned to his brother. “All right, I think we can teach this kid a lesson.”

Jordan seemed much more satisfied and grabbed the TV remote and flipped through some channels until he found what he wanted. Aidan then put his plate aside and leaned forward to me.
“Later today we will go with you to meet Donovan. I can promise you he won’t bother you any more after we are done with him.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was also on the verge of tears. Nobody had ever stood up for me like this in my life before. As I sat there and watched the brothers eating and looking at the TV my adoration and hero-worship grew exponentially.

Aidan was the first to finish his lunch. He handed me the dirty plate and grinned.

“Slaves should always be grateful of anything they get from their Masters, that means you should lick up the crumbs before you wash the plate.” He said. “And then go put in in the dishwasher.”

I did so and as I was returning to the lounge Aidan came into the hallway. “I’m gonna get changed Jordan!” He called out.

“Yea, I’ll be up in a bit, just want to see the end of this.” Jordan answered.

Aidan then looked at me and snapped his fingers. “Heel!” He ordered and started up the stairs.

When we got to his room he went and stood by the doors to the large wardrobe He then pointed to the floor in front of him. I quickly got to my knees once more.

“This is going to be one of your duties slave, for both me and Jordan.” Aidan then opened the cupboard and chose a shirt and a pair of jeans before continuing his lecture. “On the days that you are here after school you will clean our rooms and the bathroom. You will also make sure our uniforms are ready for the next day and make very sure that our shoes are shined and spotless.”

As Aidan spoke he started undressing. After he tossed his blazer dropped onto the bed he took off his white shirt. This he dropped on the floor. I knelt there mesmerized. Up to this point I had not seen him shirtless and my gosh he was beautiful.

A small smile played over his lips. I’m sure he knew the effect his teasing was having on me.
With a sigh he sat down on the bed. “Take my shoes and socks off” Aidan said.

Quickly I shuffled over and undid the laces on his black leather loafers. When I got the first socked foot out I was rewarded with Aidan’s distinctive musky warm smell. I could not help myself, so I bent forward and pressed my face up to the dark sock and breathed it in while gently giving it a kiss. I felt Aidan’s toes wriggle under my lips.

After I set the shoe down and the other foot was given the same treatment I looked up at Aidan’s smiling face once more as I took off each sock. “Now kiss my feet too slave. That’s how I want you to do it when you take off my shoes. You must stop and show respect at each layer, shoes, socks and feet.”

I happily nodded in agreement and did so.

“Good boy.” Aidan praised. He then stood and took off his grey school pants and got into his jeans.

“Take my clothes to the hamper in the bathroom, then go downstairs and get the shoe cleaning kit. It’s in the kitchen cupboard next to the fridge. You have two minutes. If you are back here late I’m gonna punish you with one smack for every second you are over time!”

I was surprised by the change in the tone in Aidan s voice, and I also knew he was serious. The memory of the riding crop was still fresh and I didn’t want that again. As quick as I could I gathered Aidan’s school shirt, pants, and socks and rushed out his room and to the bathroom. There I quickly deposited them into the hamper and rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen where I found the kit where Aidan said it would be. On the way back while I was in the hallway I heard Jordan guffawing at something he had heard on the television.

Bursting through the door of the bedroom I saw Aidan standing next to his desk. I had no idea of how long I had taken so I ran over to him and did a slide on my knees stopping just in front of him. I heard the beep of Aidan’s stop watch as I looked up at his grinning face.

“Ah crap!” Aidan chuckled “You were quicker than I expected. 1 minute 14 seconds. Looks like I don’t get to whip you for that. But remember that a Master doesn’t need an excuse to punish a slave.”

“Yes Sir” I nodded, breathing heavily from the running.

“OK, I have to do my homework now. In the meantime you can get to work on my shoes”

“Yes Sir, thank you Sir” I answered.

Instead of sitting down at his desk Aidan walked toward the door.

“Come with me. I have a surprise for you Steven. Jordan and I brought it up from the garage last night. You can do my shoes in Jordan’s room so I don’t get distracted from my homework.”

I quickly followed Aidan gathering the school shoes on my way to Jordan’s room. As we entered I saw that it was in a far worse condition that what Aidan’s had been yesterday before the unpacking. “I think Jordan is going to keep you busy for a while with this” Aidan said motioning to all the boxes and debris and then stopped in front of the closet.

I took my usual position before Aidan once more.

Aidan then grinned slyly down at me. “I would have had this in my closet but unfortunately we couldn’t hide it well enough, just in case our mom had a look-see. Not that she would, but you never know.”

My curiosity had been piqued. What on earth could this surprise be inside the closet?

Aidan then opened the closet door. At first I couldn’t see anything at all because Jordan had some of his sports coats and long jackets hung up in the way. Then I realized that there was a large recess in the back of the closet. Probably where a really big safe had been kept, but that been taken out.

When I finally could make out what was in its place I stared to grow a bit fearful. It was a large dogs cage.

Re: Life is Good

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:48 pm

Looking forward to reading the next part, as it'll be all new to me. Good start so far.keep up the good work. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Life is Good

Postby xtc » Tue Aug 27, 2013 3:55 pm

Sorry, it's now very late (or early in the morning in the UK) and I've only read the first part of your story.
I must say, however, that it's intriguing so far and better written than many.
I'll try to catch up on the rest tomorrow but I might be getting ready for a festival in which case, I'll pm you later.

If I may; don't apologise, don't explain. Your writing is strong enough to do without that and, you were quite well advised: write what you know. Your descriptive style should be able to take your readers with you.

Good luck and welcome.
Xtc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: Life is Good

Postby bondagefreak » Tue Aug 27, 2013 9:45 pm

Where do I begin!?
This is very, very good...no, this more than good, this is excellent!

I am very much liking the fact that the story is developing around the characters and that you plan on evolving them realistically, so that we begin to love some and hate others. Already, this is starting and I can only foresee a growing success.

The level of detail, the description and the slow/realistic pace is just fantastic.
I know full well how much work is involved in a production like this and it is obvious that you are putting your "heart and soul" into this. I thank you for doing so and want to encourage you by telling you that it will pay off.

I can relate to the characters myself, especially Steven. I can also relate to Aidan, because this would be the perfect match for me in real life. You know I have a thing for feet/sneakers and Master/slave relationships...so for me, this story is a real treat and I cannot help but foresee that each new chapter will be a bright spot in my week :odd:

I am very relieved to read that you plan on developing this into a long story. It will give us the opportunity to get to know the characters fully and develop stronger feelings (negative or positive) towards each of them.

Your writing is excellent. There are so many things I have enjoyed in these first few chapters.

For me, one of the most pleasant parts was reading about how Aidan shows genuine care for Steven and how the two boys reacted when they learned about the ordeal Steven went through at school.
Also the level of details in the way Steven thinks and his willingness to obey is very special.
The tender moments when Steven was licking the chocolate from his Master's hand and fingers was also precious.
This level of detail is rarely seen here.


You can expect regular feedback from me.
I believe it is very important to let the author know when his work is appreciated and in this case, your work is VERY appreciated. I hope you enjoy writing the next chapter as much as I will enjoy reading.

You won a fan today :quirk:

I will send you a pm in a bit,
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Re: Life is Good

Postby kkoomm » Wed Aug 28, 2013 11:47 am

Hi Jason...

"Looking forward to reading the next part, as it'll be all new to me. Good start so far.keep up the good work. :D"

Well I will pop another couple of chapters of to you soon for a proof read, if you would be so kind.

Hi Xtc

"I'll try to catch up on the rest tomorrow but I might be getting ready for a festival in which case, I'll pm you later."

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the part that you have not read yet. In any case have a great festival!

Hi Bondagefreak

Thanks very much for you kind words.
Yes indeed, hearing that someone is enjoying your work is the greatest motivation to continue :)

Plus writing this in some small way is my thank you to the authors for giving me such great entertainment 8)

Re: Life is Good

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:30 pm

kkoomm wrote:Hi Jason... Well I will pop another couple of chapters of to you soon for a proof read, if you would be so kind.

Be glad to, if you still think you need the help. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Chris12 » Fri Aug 30, 2013 12:00 pm

You'd like to hear constructive criticism huh? well your not getting it from me.....because there's nothing to criticise :big: Its great :D

I second bondagefreak, you gained another fan today.

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby NemesisPrime » Fri Aug 30, 2013 4:50 pm

Same here!

There really isn't anything to criticize tbh

And anyone who enjoys smelling stinky male shoes and being gagged with stinky socks is a friend of mine!
Everyone speaks in multiple languages...But gag talk is universal and a sock in your mouth is the perfect translator!

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby kkoomm » Sat Aug 31, 2013 9:43 am

Hi there all...

Wow! Over 500 views! I must be doing something right :quirk:

Thank you Chris12 and NemesisPrime for your kind words and encouragement.

And Another thank you Jason for the proofing and the guidance on this chapter.

Here comes the next chapter...


Chapter 6


Aidan searched for a few moments and found a light switch. He then stepped into the closet and opened the cage door motioning to me to get in. “Cool huh?” Aidan beamed.

I was not at all sure about this turn of events. I mean a cage? I was just starting to get used to the idea of being a slave, but not an animal. I could not think of any reason why this was necessary.

Aidan seemed to sense my apprehension and took a step closer. With a gentle but firm hand he took hold of the back of my neck and gave me a push toward the door. Now with my head and shoulders past the threshold I glanced up at him once more. His expression was determined.
I was still just stopped there when I thought I should tell Aidan what I thought about this new turn of events.

“Sir, I don’t think I really want to do this. I mean I will just kneel there in the corner and wait for Jordan to come. I promise I won’t move or anything.”

Aidan straightened up. Without answering me he just put his foot on my rump and pushed me forward and inside.

He then closed the door and latched it, without adding the padlock for now.

Bending down onto his haunches Aidan looked at me seriously. The cage was large enough for me to easily turn around and face him while on all fours. It was actually tall enough that if I wanted to I could crouch upright if I kept my head bent.

“Steven, I should really punish you for a few things there that you did.” Aidan said gravely.

I looked up at him, my eyes widening in confusion. I really did not know what I had done wrong in this instance. “I... uhh...” I stammered

Aidan saw this. His expression softened a bit and he hushed me. “Well Steven, you didn’t get in right away when I ordered it, and then you resisted me while I was getting you in the cage as well. That was wrong of you. Don’t worry I am not going to do anything this time. I must remember that you are completely new to this, and some things like this can be scary. I should have given you a little warning about this.”

Relieved to hear that I was not going to be punished, I thought it wise to thank Aidan. “Thank you Sir. And I am sorry about that. You were right, I just got a little scared, I mean it’s for a dog. I’m not an animal you know, Sir.” I said trying to make light of the situation a little.

Aidan lifted an eyebrow. “And what would be so wrong about being my puppy? Don’t you think that I would treat my puppy just as well as I would treat my slave?”

Again Aidan gave me that disarming smile of his. I thought about this for a moment and in truth I couldn’t see Aidan being nasty to a pet. “I suppose so Sir.” I said quietly, now a bit ashamed of my previous reactions.

Aidan then produced a padlock from his pocket and held it in his hand for me to see. “I’m going to lock the door of the cage too Steven. I’m going to do this for a couple of reasons. Of course it’s so that you don’t go anywhere, that’s obvious. It’s also so that you don’t get distracted by other stuff. Mostly, for me though, it makes me feel really powerful, being able to control your movement like this. I’ll bet you that when you relax for a little while and think about it you will like it too. Just think about it while you do your work.”

I nodded my head. My mind was already working and the realization of what Aidan had just said to me began to dawn in my conscious mind.

Before putting the lock onto the door Aidan opened it and set both his school shoes and the polishing kit inside. He then f itted the padlock and clicked it shut. The click rang in my ears with finality. I truly was a prisoner now. Despite Aidan’s reassurances I still felt a little fear. However that fear was tempered with a growing trust; and it kept any panic at bay.

Once more Aidan crouched down in front of me and stuck his finger through the metal bars so that he gently scratched underneath my chin, just like he would have done to a dog. We remained like that for a few moments looking into one another’s eyes before he spoke. “You have to learn to trust your Masters, but I realise that as Masters, we need to earn that trust. I think after you see what happens this afternoon with that Donovan prick, you will realise that you can trust us, and we will protect you from any harm.”

Then Aidan straightened up. “There are still lots of things that both of us must learn, but in the meantime, you look good in there Steven” he smiled. “Get those shoes done while you wait for Jordan. I’m sure he won’t be long.”

Then Aidan straightened up and with that he turned and sauntered out Jordan’s room.

After the door shut the room went silent. I realised I had hardly taken a breath and gasped. With Aidan having been so close to me, his face mere inches from my own and his finger gently caressing my chin, I had been spellbound. The faint smell of his shampoo was still vaguely detectable.

I shook my head to clear it. Holy crap! I really couldn’t think straight when he got so close to me!

I looked around the inside of Jordan’s closet. It was mostly empty owing to him not having unpacked yet, but clearly he had decided that the space next to my cage was going to be reserved for his shoes. I saw the pair he had been wearing yesterday laying there.

Deciding to do what Aidan had asked I thought about what he had just said as I set to work on his shoes.

Lifting one up I put my hand inside it. It was still warm and a little moist and I thrilled at it. Then with my other hand I opened the polishing kit and got the rag and wax out.

He was right of course. Sitting in the cage I felt completely safe. Sure I couldn’t run around and stuff, but why would I need to when I had a job to do? I also came to think that in some strange way that I was not completely alone. The cage in some way was an extension of Aidan’s authority. A way he could exercise his will over me without him actually being there. That gave me a warm feeling inside. Just like before my body responded to Aidan’s dominance and there was a distinct growth between my legs. It would seem that once again, Aidan was right.

Working quickly and thoroughly I was soon finished. The shoes were fairly new and there were not all that many scuffs that needed extra work. Besides, I didn’t know when Jordan would be along, and if there would be time to finish them once he arrived.

Just as I set the second one down, Jordan burst through the door. He immediately looked over to where I was and grinned. He then strode over towards the cage in his closet.

“I see you’ve gotten settled in. How do you like it?” he asked.

Looking up at him through the bars I managed a small smile and answered him truthfully. “Thank you Sir, yes I do quite like it.”

Jordan then turned on his heel and began stripping off his school uniform as he talked. “Well I have you for the next few hours while my brother does his homework so you are going to get my room sorted out. Then after that if there is time you can start on my other chores.”

As I looked at Jordan I marveled at him. How could a boy younger and so much smaller than me command so much authority without even trying? I am sure that to some people it would have come across as arrogance, but it really wasn’t that. Thinking about all of the kids in my school, even the ones that were in the younger grades, there were none that even came close. Those that were indeed arrogant were also bullies, and Jordan wasn’t a bully. I suppose he was just naturally at ease with who he was and to those that weren’t it seemed cocky.

Jordan had finished changing now. He was now barefoot, in jeans, and a white tank-top With his shaggy blond hair he looked like the quintessential skater boy. As was his custom, Jordan, like his brother left his worn clothes where they landed. I suppose he didn’t feel the need to put them in the laundry hamper now that he had someone to pick up after him.

Then Jordan walked over to my cage, gathering his school shoes along the way. When he arrive he reached out and rummaged under some folded shirts on a shelf on my right retrieving a key from under them. “My brother has his one, and this one is mine” He announced with a cheeky grin. Jordan then proceeded to unlock the padlock and opened the door. Initially I thought that he was going to let me out, but instead he tossed his shoes inside before closing and locking the door once more. He then lifted a bare foot and stuck it into the cage, his toes curled around parallel bars.

I felt the same feeling that I described earlier with regards to Aidan when Jordan closed and locked the door. Except now the power was obviously held by him too.

“Remember yesterday when my brother and me were talking, you had your face squashed up against my foot before my mom called and spoiled the fun? I said that I think that a slave’s place it at his Masters feet. Go on... kiss my toes!” Jordan gleefully chuckled.

Happily I complied and planted a kiss on each one of them.

“My brother wasn’t joking either when he said that I have a thing about it,” Jordan continued. “My favourite thing in the world is getting my feet worshipped, so like I said, you better get used to it.”

I knew it was a risk to speak out of turn. Yesterday each time I did, I got into trouble and got punished, but I felt that I needed to tell Jordan something. Pausing from my kisses I craned my neck and looked up at him. Jordan was obviously not pleased that I stopped.

“Sir, I just wanted to say that you are right, and I love everything about your feet. I love being able to worship them and that it makes you feel good, so thank you for the privilege Sir.”

Jordan’s displeased look melted into a wide toothy grin. “That’s awesome! Last night Aidan told me that I maybe have to go a little slow to get you used to it. But when it comes to my feet I don’t need to do I?”

“Not at all Sir” I answered smiling up at him. I then stuck out my tongue proceeded to lick at the little digits to prove my point. I felt Jordan’s body shiver with glee as I continued.

All too soon Jordan pulled his foot back out. “That’s all for now. Unfortunately you have other work to do. It shouldn’t take you more than five minutes to polish my school shoes. Get them done before I come back. I have got to ask Aidan something and go to the bathroom.”

“Yes Sir” I answered and got to work.

Jordan was a little longer than five minutes, and thankfully so. His shoes were harder to polish than Aidan’s had been. They were a little more worn and some of the scuff marks needed more elbow grease. When he returned however I was done.

Jordan then unlocked my cage and opened the door. Then he took out his cell phone and hopped up on his bed and got comfortable.

One would have thought that I would have immediately bolted out the door, but I didn’t. Being in the cage had elicited some new, strong and really enjoyable feelings and I wasn’t sure that I wanted them to end. But I also had not been told to get out so I stayed hunkered down where I was. As it turned out it was the best thing to do.

Jordan raised an eyebrow and tilted his head over to one side. He seemed to be considering something. “Good boy, Steven. I just realised that you actually did the right thing there by not just coming out when I opened the cage for you.”

I gave him a slight smile. As I have said, the cage was becoming quite a new and nice place to be. It seemed that I was doing quite a few things right just by being my natural self, and following my submissive nature. Of course that wouldn’t always be the case. There would be many, many occasions in the future where I got into trouble and was punished for it. Sometimes quite seriously depending on my transgression.

“OK come and let me see the job you did on our shoes. Well done boy, you didn’t just come out.” Jordan ordered.

I crawled out and brought both pairs over to him. While on my knees at the foot of his bed I showed him the results of my labours. Jordan was very pleased.

“Those are great!. We usually get a surprise uniform inspection every few weeks and I always get in trouble for my shoes. I guess that’s not going to happen any more. Now, put mine in the closet next to your cage, and Aidan’s by the door. Then we can get to work.” Jordan chuckled. “ ‘I mean you can get to work.”

I did what he said while thinking about the kind of school that the brothers went to. I couldn’t imagine a school where they had things like uniform inspections. If Jordan had been getting in trouble for his shoes however, it would make me really happy to know that I would be the reason that that didn’t happen any more.

The next hour was spent following a flurry of Jordan’s commands, such as where to put what and being sent down to the garage to retrieve the remaining boxes.

Jordan seemed completely comfortable in his command, just like Aidan had been yesterday. He spent most of the time on his phone texting someone. Every now and then he would giggle at a shared joke. I also noticed that on a few occasions he would point the phone at me and take a photograph. When I realized what he was doing I immediately blushed, but I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I had finally finished to Jordan’s satisfaction and had taken the last of the trash outside. When I got back to Jordan’s Room Aidan was sitting next to his brother on the bed. Evidently he had finished his homework. They both turned to me as I entered.

Shyly I gave them both a smile and then went over to them. I dropped to my knees as I knew was expected of me but then I also bowed my head down and touched the floor with my forehead.
Last night I had thought of that touch and hoped it would please them.

It did. When I straightened up both of them were grinning happily. “I like that!” Aidan announced. “Did you think of that yourself or did Jordan tell you to do it?”

“Well, like you said Sir, I had to think of something to do for my homework” I answered.

“Yes I did, I was wondering if you would remember. Good work Steven, and also good work on my shoes! But now we must get ready to go and meet this Donovan idiot. Jordan, you ready?” Aidan asked.

Jordan nodded. “Steven... I mean slave boy, go get my boots, the black ones are good ones to kick some asses in.” the younger brother answered and punched his fist into an open palm.

Aidan laughed at this. “Oh crap, I forgot that’s his job now” Aidan said and indicated that he had already put his own footwear on.

I hurried to retrieve the boots from the cupboard together with a clean pair of white socks. While I set to work putting them on I couldn’t contain myself any longer and I dared to speak. Throughout the day I had been worrying about the coming encounter with Donovan. Doing the tasks for the boys had taken mind of it somewhat, but now it was crunch time. I was just really happy with the way that things were going and really didn’t want anything to change that. In all my life experience so far, any encounter with Donovan always ended badly. “I’m sorry Sir, I need to say something.” I ventured.

“Sure, what is it?” Aidan asked.

“Thank you both very much for sticking up for me like this, but I think taking Donovan on is a mistake. He is really mean and really strong. Plus there is his brother in high school to think about. Don’t get me wrong or anything, I don’t want to get beaten up by him, but I would rather its only me than any of you. Maybe he will leave us all alone if he gets it out of his system...”

Aidan interrupted me. “No Steven. That’s very cool of you to want to protect us like that, but it’s not your job. We are your Masters and it’s our job to protect you and keep you safe. We wouldn’t be very good Masters if we couldn’t do that, and I’m sure that if that were the case you wouldn’t want to belong to us.”

“Yea, you do your job and we will do ours.” Jordan chimed in.

Looking into Aidan’s eyes I could see a genuine warmth and concern, and perhaps something else that I did not recognize. I couldn’t hold his gaze however as all sorts of emotions welled up within me so I went back to fitting the boot I had in my hand. At that point I really say just what it was that I felt because I had no real frame of reference. I just knew they were really good and just a little scary.

“Besides...” Aidan continued and gave a sly grin to Jordan “My brother here and I can take care of ourselves. We have both been doing Karate since we were six. The Nationals are coming up in four months’ time and we have both been entered.”

I was gob smacked to say the very least and I forgot my sense of decorum for a moment. “No way! That’s fantastic!” I exclaimed. “ I mean not just because of Donovan, but it’s a real privilege to take part in a competition like that.”

Aidan chuckled and hopped up off the bed. I had finished with Jordan’s boots and he stood up too. “Yes indeed, and hopefully we can work out a way that you can come with us, you know we will a slave come towel boy to take care of us and our stuff while we are there.” Aidan said playfully ruffling my hair as he passed me.

Jordan made for the door. “Come on; let’s go teach this bully a lesson.”

Aidan followed and snapped his fingers in a wordless command to follow.

With a sense that I can only describe as the beginnings of bravery I hopped up and followed the Masterson brothers. I was indeed learning new things.

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:05 am

Excellent. I hope this is just the start of something grand... and it winds up being at least as long as my own "What's a Prisoner Among Friends?" This story has the potential to be a classic! :D
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby NemesisPrime » Sat Aug 31, 2013 10:36 am

Once again very nice!

I actually see alot of myself in Steven personality-wise seeing as I'm already very submissive and prefer to follow than lead.

Just my nature.
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby kkoomm » Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:04 am

Hello Friends

I feel the need to point something out here.

699 views, 5 people commented. Jason Toddman, XTC, bondagefreak, Chris12, and NemesisPrime.
It is a little disheartening.
Perhaps I was a little naive, but I did expect at least a little more interest.
I really did think that my story would be more popular than it obviously is. As I said, perhaps I was naive. And for goodness sake DO NOT think Im fishing for compliments. I am not.
My stories are my own. Each and every one of them are like children. I love them and care for them no matter what other people think.

I will post the rest of what I have written, up to chapter 12 but don't really see the point of continuing after that. As the writers here know for themselves its actually really a lot of work to write a story. And to my five fans I am really sorry, but don't despair. I will publish a different story. I think that the other one may have a wider appeal.

It seems that people generally prefer the shorter, less detailed kind of tales. Cool, no worries I just thought that there were those that would have liked a longer more detailed version.

Have a great rest of the weekend

k

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby xtc » Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:57 am

We all get disheartened because of lack of feedback. I am currently so about viewtopic.php?f=37&t=21061, which seems to be being ignored and I'd appreciate feedback to know why. I say this just to let you know that it happens to all of us. I know how you feel but you must write what YOU want to write so that you can be committed to it. Yes, writing takes effort if it is to be any good. Anyone can spew out badly plotted, poorly spelled rubbish; don't allow yourself to do so for the sake of popularity.

However, I can think of a writer who always wrote what the punters wanted and who adapted very carefully to the prevailing demands of his patrons; he was a glover's son called Will Shakespeare. If we think we're as clever as Old Shakerags, then we could give it a go. If, however, we're not that clever, we'd do better to stick to our strengths.

[And yes, before the pedants get started, I'm perfectly well aware that BIll didn't write ALL of the stuff attributed to him and that other members of the company contributed to some plays as well. I wonder if Billy Kemp did write that wonderful speech for Launce in "Two Gentlemen of Verona"? There's nothing like a good "fart" joke.]

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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 7:59 am

I can see your point, Kkoomm, but please don't give up. Sometimes it takes time for people to notice a story - especially in the middle of a three-day weekend like now.
I know how you feel. Look at my TUGs Adventures of Thomas O'Chist in the Intimate Section. No comments there at all in the last few weeks; just more installments of my own with no comments in between. That can be pretty discouraging i know, but sometimes i feel it's important to just keep going anyway.
Other talented and hard-working writers like xtc (who posted just as I was writing this, apparently) have also had this same problem with lack of feedback. Believe me, it's NOT just you and is definitely not a reflection of you or your stories. Rather, he just have a membership that has an insufficient understanding of how important it is to writers to hear comments from their readership.
Also too, I myself haven't been looking for new stories that much lately, and might have even missed seeing your stories myself if you hadn't brought it to my attention. So please don't be discouraged and just give it some time; perhaps doing other stories too as you said but being ready to return to this one when more people start noticing it and supplying you some feedback.
And really, even if you haven't heard from many people yet, surely the rave reviews you're getting from the people who have written counts for something? Quality over quantity and all that sort of thing?
Anyway, please understand that you DO have fans, and that we're eager for more of your stories. :bound:
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Sep 01, 2013 8:45 am

kkoomm wrote:Hello Friends

I feel the need to point something out here.

699 views, 5 people commented. Jason Toddman, XTC, bondagefreak, Chris12, and NemesisPrime.
It is a little disheartening.
Perhaps I was a little naive, but I did expect at least a little more interest.
I really did think that my story would be more popular than it obviously is. As I said, perhaps I was naive. And for goodness sake DO NOT think Im fishing for compliments. I am not.
My stories are my own. Each and every one of them are like children. I love them and care for them no matter what other people think.

I will post the rest of what I have written, up to chapter 12 but don't really see the point of continuing after that. As the writers here know for themselves its actually really a lot of work to write a story. And to my five fans I am really sorry, but don't despair. I will publish a different story. I think that the other one may have a wider appeal.

It seems that people generally prefer the shorter, less detailed kind of tales. Cool, no worries I just thought that there were those that would have liked a longer more detailed version.

Have a great rest of the weekend

k


Hey man you're kinda putting the cart before the horse a bit aren't you? It takes time to build up appeal. I'm going to be brutally honest here but it WAS naive of you to make three chapters and expect it to be a hit. These things start slow I mean look at bondagefreak's "Bound and gagged in a sleeping bag" story for proof of what I mean.

You write for your audience and yourself, people like me like a story that has depth and gets us to care about those in the story which I do.

*pats back* Just keep going. Even though what you have now is small we're loyal to the end. Besides like xtc said we could use some new blood! ^_^
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 10:32 am

Just to show you that there are other rewards than feedback, I'm making the following announcement.
I've now decided to start a new story. It's going to take place in an alternate Earth where adolescent master-slave relationships like the one between Steven and the Mastersons are not only commonplace but perfectly and openly accepted in Society. They won't be the typical slave-master setups you normally read about, but will be perfectly consensual as is the case here. Your story inspired me to do this, Kkoomm. :D
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Sep 01, 2013 12:26 pm

I have just finished reading chapter six and will be reviewing in a bit :odd:
kkoomm, after reading your latest comment I need to say something.

kkoomm wrote:Hello Friends

I feel the need to point something out here.

699 views, 5 people commented. Jason Toddman, XTC, bondagefreak, Chris12, and NemesisPrime.
It is a little disheartening.
Perhaps I was a little naive, but I did expect at least a little more interest.
I really did think that my story would be more popular than it obviously is. As I said, perhaps I was naive. And for goodness sake DO NOT think Im fishing for compliments. I am not.
My stories are my own. Each and every one of them are like children. I love them and care for them no matter what other people think.

I will post the rest of what I have written, up to chapter 12 but don't really see the point of continuing after that. As the writers here know for themselves its actually really a lot of work to write a story. And to my five fans I am really sorry, but don't despair. I will publish a different story. I think that the other one may have a wider appeal.

It seems that people generally prefer the shorter, less detailed kind of tales. Cool, no worries I just thought that there were those that would have liked a longer more detailed version.

Have a great rest of the weekend

k


Hold your horses my friend!
I don't think you were naive for expecting more interest. I think you are simply expecting too much in too short an amount of time! Until recently, your story wasn't labelled mm/m. This has a large impact on the ratio between views and reviews. Out of those 700 views, I am willing to bet a lot of money in assuming that more than half of them came from readers who didn't know they would be reading a "m/m" natured story. I think you will agree that most of those readers pressed "back" when they realised the nature of this story. Next you have guest, which account for most of them views on this forum. I think we are surprised to read your post, because in all honesty, you are relatively well off as far as reviews. You expect too much in too short an amount of time. On the other hand, your chapters are long and detailed and I understand the amount of work that goes into composing each of them. We want our work to be validated and appreciated and IT WILL BE...I just ask you to give it more time.
Your story has just arrived on the site a few days ago.
I am quite confident that in a few weeks you will have changed your mind about this. It takes time to accumulate a faithful readership and reviewer base. Give it more time!
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:00 pm

Soooo... got enough feedback yet? :twisted:
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby kkoomm » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:10 pm

Hey friends...

Ok point taken. Perhaps I was being a bit hasty.
And after thinking about it some more, I come back to the conclusion that I primarily write for my own enjoyment. But its also nice to share :quirk:

There will be no more talk of discontinuation from me :big:
For the fans, the next chapter will be up a bit later tonight. Im just putting one or two more details into the proofed script.

And Jason I cant wait for that... In fact I should perhaps show you another story I have written that deals with something very similar.

k

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby NemesisPrime » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:13 pm

kkoomm wrote:Hey friends...

Ok point taken. Perhaps I was being a bit hasty.
And after thinking about it some more, I come back to the conclusion that I primarily write for my own enjoyment. But its also nice to share :quirk:

There will be no more talk of discontinuation from me :big:
For the fans, the next chapter will be up a bit later tonight. Im just putting one or two more details into the proofed script.

And Jason I cant wait for that... In fact I should perhaps show you another story I have written that deals with something very similar.

k

Hehe good because if you kept it up I was gonna have to gag you with my socks! :wink:

Can't wait though!
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:15 pm

kkoomm wrote:Hey friends... Ok point taken. Perhaps I was being a bit hasty...
And Jason I cant wait for that... In fact I should perhaps show you another story I have written that deals with something very similar.
k

Glad you're feeling more positive. I'd be happy to see that other story. And I've already begun posting the one i mentioned although it's really just a prelude so far.
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby kkoomm » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:33 pm

Hiya again...

I am going to thank Jason yet again for the proofing. I have taken your suggestions, they make for better reading and more clarification :quirk:
I will also answer your questions, but at the bottom of the text ( No spoilers here )





Chapter 7

It took around twenty minutes for us to arrive at the park. On the way we chatted just like any other group of boys would. Indeed to any casual observer nobody would guess that we were really a slave and two Masters.

The park was deserted. It was as if all the kids knew that something was going to happen there today so they avoided it. I knew that was rubbish, but it was still eerie.

When we reached the roundabout Aidan put his hand out and took hold of my shoulder. He turned me to face him. “So Steven, you know this will probably get messy.” He stated.

I nodded my head.

“But you trust us, and will do anything we tell you to right?”

“Yes Sir, of course.”

“Good. Well, we have to make a show of this. We have to make sure he understands that you belong to us and he must never bother you again.”

I nodded once again but with a smile playing across my lips. It felt so amazing having these boys taking care of me.

“OK, turn around and put your hands behind your back.” Aidan ordered.

I did so. He called over to Jordan who was to one side doing some stretching in anticipation of what was to come. “Jordan, pass the handcuffs please.”

Jordan paused in his routine and fished them out the back pocket of his jeans to toss them over to his brother. “There you go bro. But I don’t understand why you brought them along.” He queried as he continued his routine.

I felt the cold metal bands close around each wrist accompanied by the clicking as Aidan adjusted them to be comfortable, but not too loose.
“It’s just for show right now. It’s to help this Donovan guy see that Steven belongs to us. He is under our power and we control him more than he ever did or ever will.”

It sort of made sense to me, and as I looked over to Jordan and I could see the cogs working in his brain. He then gave up and shrugged. “I dunno about that, but I think I like it when he is in them.”

Aidan laughed Jordan's remark. “OK, now get on your knees while we wait” Aidan commanded.

I got down onto the soft grass just like he said.

A few moments later Jordan had finished his stretching and came over to us. “You know you should really give yourself a stretch Aidan” Jordan lectured his older brother. “Remember what Sensei said. You don't want any injuries before the competition.”

Aidan rolled his eyes. “Yea, yea, I know you are right” he grumbled. With that Aidan began doing a few warm ups.

Jordan now stood in front of me. Looking up into his face I saw him get an idea and his face changed into an impish grin.

“Turn around and bend your head downwards” he stated.

I did so wondering what he had in mind. Without further ado Jordan then leaned backwards and planted his backside in between my shoulders. He had decided to use me as seat come leaning post while we waited. It is strange to say but it felt quite good to be used in this manner. I mean at least I was being of use to him instead of just doing nothing. Wow!, I thought to myself.

It was only a minute or so more before I heard I heard Jordan announce Donovan's arrival. “That must be him Aidan, and he has brought two of his friends along with him.”

I could not see because I was turned around the other way, but Jordan must have been referring to Stuart and Morgan. They were Donovan's friends.

Jordan hopped up off my back and I shuffled around to face them.

Aidan looked them over. “Jeez, that guy thought you were going to be alone and he still brings his friends to come and beat on you.” Aidan then took up a position next to me so that I had a brother on each side while I knelt with my hands cuffed between them.

As the three bullies approached I felt the old fear of them returning. They made quite an intimidating picture as they strode over towards us. Aidan seemed to sense this and patted my head gently, slowly running his fingers through my hair. “Don't worry Steven. Jordan and I have got this. You’re safe.”

On the other side of me Jordan grinned at his brother. “Hardly seems fair does it?”

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Donovan asked as they got closer “I was expecting just the one fag to be here to pay his dues, but it seems that there are three of you instead.”

With that Donovan looked closer and realized that he didn’t recognize the two brothers. “I haven't seen you two before, who are you?”

Aidan answered. “My name is Aidan Masterson, this is my brother Jordan. And no you don't know us because we just moved here. But you do know Steven here and my brother and I are here to tell you that you have bullied him for the last time. From now on you are going to leave him alone. If you don't you and your friends are going to be really sorry.”

For a moment Donovan was taken aback. Nobody ever spoke to him like this. Indeed he had never been challenged with such defiance to his authority over the kids in the town. But Donovan quickly regained his composure, and his rising anger was evident. “Listen dickhead, you’re new here, which makes you shit under my shoe. We can do whatever we want with you. And as for fag boy there, the way it works is that I get fag tax from the kids in our school and my brother gets his fag tax from the ones in high school.” Donovan growled angrily.

His two lieutenants merely smirked.

“Well it doesn’t work like that anymore.” Jordan stated and fished a key out his pocket. He then quickly undid my cuffed hands and returned the key to his pocket. At the same time Aidan took out his cell phone and pressed a few buttons on it before handing it to me. The reason for this wasn’t clear to me just yet, but naturally I accepted it.

Donovan saw Aidan take off the cuffs and I could see immediately that he liked the idea. Oh the law of unintended consequences. I was sure that this did not bode well for his other victims. But at present I could not worry about that.

Aidan then spoke once he handed me the phone. “As you can see Steven belongs to us. So from now on you leave him alone. If we ever hear of you or your friends laying a finger on him again you will get your ass kicked. That’s your last warning. Now piss off, we don’t want to hear about your sorry asses again.”

I was amazed. Aidan's voice had taken on a menace that was difficult to describe in words. Looking over at the three bullies I saw that Morgan had a flicker of doubt in his eyes. Donovan and Stuart were unmoved. In fact, Donovan's face was turning red with rage.

“Right you little shits. It looks like you just don’t get it and we are going to have to teach to a lesson in respect. And I think after you learned your lesson you are gonna blow us so we can make sure the lesson sticks.”

With that the three bullies began to advance. As they did this, Aidan leaned over to me. “My phone is recording, make sure you get everything!” I fumbled with the phone for a second and quickly framed the scene in the view finder.

“You ready, Jordan?” I heard Aidan ask his brother.

Glancing over to his brother I saw Jordan nod. He had an expression of grim determination, but his eyes still sparkled.

Some people say that when you are in a fight situation that time slows down. Some people say that time speeds up. For me right then, it did both.

In an instant Aidan and Jordan fell upon their attackers.

Aidan dropped Stuart with a roundhouse kick to the chops sending him sprawling backwards and out cold.

Jordan ducked under a clumsy swing from Morgan and landed four lightning quick body blows into his solar plexus. A stunned Morgan felt the power drain from him and he fell to his knees in the dirt. Keeping to his character and acting in a rage, Morgan used his remaining strength to aim a punch towards Jordan’s crotch. Jordan saw this sleazy move from a mile away and easily sidestepped. At the same time he raised a leg and let fly with a kick that landed yet again in Morgan’s tortured Solar Plexus. Morgan swayed on his knees for a few moments before he toppled over onto his back.

Aidan dealt with Donovan with an equal efficiency. Donovan was bigger and tougher than his two friends but it turns out that a blow to the Solar Plexus followed up by one to the nose was all that was needed to topple the bully from his throne.

Donovan and his three friends lay sprawled on the ground before us. The two brothers hadn't even broken a sweat and I just knelt there stunned at what had just taken place.

Aidan then turned his head toward me. “Did you get that?” He asked referring to the video footage I had just shot.

“ Uhhh, Yes I did Sir” I replied and then despite myself I started to laugh.

Aidan grinned and then stood over Donovan resting his shoe on the bullies face. Jordan joined him and did the same as I continued recording. The brothers repeated all sorts of poses in childish delight as I kept the camera played on them.

I can’t describe how I felt at that moment. It didn’t seem that life could get any better. I mean revenge is really sweet, and it had been delivered by my best friends and Masters. Had there been any hint of doubt in my mind that Aidan and Jordan didn’t really care about me or that they were just paying me lip service in order to have their very own slave, well it was blown into smithereens.

Aidan then came over and grinned a toothy smile. “ Well Steven, I don’t think they will be bothering you for a while, but we’ve gotta make sure.”
I wanted to say a huge thank you right then and there. I wanted to bow down and kiss their shoes in gratitude. But I suppose I was just to overcome right at that moment. Aidan saw this and just gave me a wink before he bent down and retrieved his phone. He also took my handcuffs and then turned to Jordan, who was now straddling Donovan's chest gently slapping the much bigger boys face between his hands. “Let’s get them up against the roundabout. Steven, give us a hand!”

I jumped up and went over to Morgan while each of the brothers took a different boy. It took quite some manoeuvring but I managed to drag Morgan the short distance and propped him up next to his friends. I was really surprised at how heavy an unconscious body was.

Just as I had finished the bullies began to stir and groan. Before Donovan had completely awoken, Aidan called me over and told me to kneel next to Jordan while he cuffed Donovan to the metal of the roundabout. Finally Aidan stood back next to me.

Donovan and his friends awoke and once more saw the three of us, with me kneeling between the brothers. When he was sure that they were awake Aidan took out his phone, flipped it open and pushed record before he spoke. “You can’t say that we didn’t warn you. Now, like I said before, no more bothering Steven.”

Both Stuart and Morgan - who were on either side of Donovan - kept silent and nodded their agreement. Donovan however glared at Aidan and then spat. The glob landed in the dust in front of me. “Screw you asshole! When my brother finds out about this you, your brother and that little fag are going to be mince-meat! Ask the little bitch, he knows my parents own this town!”

Donovan's rant didn’t faze Aidan in the slightest. “Shut up!” Aidan snapped. “I thought you might be like this, that’s why Steven here recorded that whole thing. So if you don’t want the video posted on Youtube you will do exactly what I say. I'm sure you know that those videos of bullies getting what they deserve go viral really quickly.”

Donovan's eyes widened in fear of that prospect and Aidan decided to push the point home. “I don’t mind being a star. Jordan, Steven, do you?”

“Not at all” Jordan chirped.

“In this case I don’t mind at all Sir.” I beamed.

Donovan glanced over at me. He had clearly heard me call Aidan sir. I knew he must be thinking something about it. Thankfully he had other things to worry about. “Fine!” Donovan growled. “Keep the little bitch. We won’t touch him. But if you post that video the deal is off.”

“Agreed.” Aidan stated. “Come on let’s get out of here.” He then turned and started walking off.
Jordan followed and I got up too. I had one last look at Donovan there handcuffed to the roundabout.

Donovan's eyes burned with rage as he looked at me as if I were an insect. He then silently mouthed the words “You are dead meat.”

A chill went up my spine but I was also under the Masterson brothers’ protection now, so I was sure he wouldn’t really try anything.

When I caught up to Aidan and Jordan we heard Donovan call after us. “Hey wait a minute. I still have the bloody handcuffs on. Where’s the key?”

Aidan chuckled and turned to him. “That wasn’t part of the deal. If you want it, get one of your friends to find it.” With that he tossed the key into some bushes. I saw where it landed, glinting in the sunlight. It wouldn’t be hard to find.

The three of us then made our way home. Just as we got to the entrance of the park Aidan picked up his arm and draped it around my shoulder in a friendly gesture. I thrilled. Never before in my life had I felt so safe, and wanted.


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Jason to answer your questions,
"What's to keep Donovan from making life miserable for Steven in other ways?" - Yep its intentional
"Is it wise to give Donovan a free set of handcuffs to use on his future victims?" - Yep again. Those cuffs will come to play a big part in a few chapters time.
And about my other story. Its written in very much the same way as this one and is just as long and detailed. The biggest difference is that its allot darker and quite explicit at times.

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 1:39 pm

I hope your answering question I PMed won't prove to be spoilers to anyone. Oh well.
And I doubt you've written anything that will shock me. Quite the reverse; if you saw some of the stuff I've written but never posted here, well... (Ahem!) Let's just say you might be surprised, okay? :twisted:
Anyway, I'll be happy to see your other story (in PM if you prefer of course) anytime you're ready (if ever).
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby bondagefreak » Sun Sep 01, 2013 2:15 pm

In chapter six, I really love Steven's psychological evolution. The way you describe him thinking about how the cage around him is like an extension of his master's will, is simply precious. Staying inside the cage, waiting for permission to crawl out, even after the door was opened...Steven really is a natural.
Of course, even naturals make mistakes and you can bet I am looking forward to reading about his misteps and errors :quirk:

Chapter seven is just fantastic.
I loved the way Aidan and Jordan handled those bullies and I loved the way Steven felt about the whole situation.
I can't wait to see what will happen with Donovan...surely he is the sort that will stop at nothing. Maybe this will escalate into something dangerous! When I read about how Aidan left the handcuffs on Donovan and tossed the keys for the bully's lackies to retrieve, I couldn't help but think it was a mistake for Aidan to act so carelessly.

I have a feeling some things aren't going to go so well and that like Steven, Aidan is going to learn new things about his role. The learning curve goes both ways, for both masters and slaves.

Can't wait to read more! I am really happy about your positive response to our comments on the subject of views and reviews. Keep it up!
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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby xtc » Sun Sep 01, 2013 2:20 pm

Please don't rush things. I suggest that you don't post the last chapter you have written. Always have something in reserve. You can proof-read it, adapt it and are less likely to write yourself into a corner.

I wonder, have you plotted the story already?

We have an interesting episode here but, if I may, although you use contractions realistically in reported speech, you always seem to write, ". . . you are . . ." which, although it is useful in some situations, is often better rendered as ". . .you're . . ." Obviously this applies only to direct speech.

Please don't think I'm being too picky here. Your writing is good or else I wouldn't have bothered!
Wassail!
Xtc
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but little speedos rule!

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Re: Life is Good mm/m

Postby Jason Toddman » Sun Sep 01, 2013 2:25 pm

xtc wrote:although you use contractions realistically in reported speech, you always seem to write, ". . . you are . . ." which, although it is useful in some situations, is often better rendered as ". . .you're . . ." Obviously this applies only to direct speech.

Please don't think I'm being too picky here. Your writing is good or else I wouldn't have bothered!
Wassail!
Xtc

Actually there wouldn't be any contractions if I hadn't changed them myself with approved proofreading. 8) Any shortcomings in this area are my fault.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...