Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2017 19:34:08 -0500
From: Woody Sims <gatsbysdead@gmail.com>
Subject: A Boy's Duty Chapter 1: "I Fucked Up"

Jack Thompson stood at the door to 880 Oasis Ln. in the middle of a cold
Colorado night. His breath hung in the air, lingering in a cloud of vapor
which spread across the surface of the front door. He was half drunk and
broken-hearted, his eyes red and still glistening from tears. He shook,
half with fear, half from the cold, as he tried to make a fist to knock on
the door.

He still wasn't sure quite why he thought it was a good idea to come here,
the house he had gotten from a string of texts from a man he had met only
once before briefly in a dark bar. The more he thought about it, the more
he felt like he was about to be slowly and brutally murdered by a derranged
lunatic. Still, he felt his hand close around itself, raise up, and knock
three times on the blue door.

He heard a brief rustling as lights came on through the windows on either
side of the door. The thud of bare feet on hardwood approached him, and the
door swung open to reveal a man in a soft white robe. He was older, as the
bits of salt and pepper fur peeking out through the top of his robe
revealed, and so tall that his chest was at Jack's eye level. He moved his
eyes upward, admiring the lines and veins of his thick, lean form. His eyes
continued up until he locked eyes with the man he had come here to
see. Their eyes stayed locked in a heavy, lustful stare familiar to any man
who's found himself in a dark leather bar with the strong urge to fuck
something.

"You came." The man said, his voice deep, thick, and quiet. "I'm genuinely
surprised. I didn't think you had it in you." He beckoned Jack into the
house and shut the door behind him. "Follow me." he commanded, stepping
from the light of the lamp by the door and into the darkness of the
house. He waved Jack up the stairs and through a door, into a dimly lit
room. In the faint light, Jack could make spots of light shining off black
leather and the odd steel chain. Through the thick fog of wondering if he
would survive this or not, he felt a twinge of arousal in the pit of his
chest.

"On your knees on the pillow in front of me." said the man, louder and
commandingly. Jack obeyed, first making sure there was nothing sharp in
this intimidating man's hands "Like that's gonna do any good." he thought
"His arms are as thick as your thighs, if he's gonna kill you, he'll just
snap your neck." Jack knelt on the pillow, and looked forward. He saw the
outline of a rather impressive bulge as it pressed, obviously half hard,
against the robe. "Hands behind your back." the man again commanded. As he
complied, Jack felt a finger hook underneath his chin and tilt his head up
to once again lock with the mans eyes, glistening like a steel sky. "Why
are you here?"

Jack fumbled in his brain, desperately searching for some kind of
explanation that would satisfy this man and also allow him to leave. He
tried so hard to bring logic to the equation, but before long, every
failing that had brought him to that door flashed before his eyes, every
neuron refusing to let him lie

"I'm here because I-" Jack blurted out "I...I fucked up." He felt a tear
run down his cheek, but he still managed to hold back sobs "I fucked up,
and I don't think I have what it takes to not do it again." The weight of
this admission left his lungs empty, almost begging for air as he struggled
to control his breathing. "I'm here because my life is out of control, and
I'm tired of it. I want to do better."

The man smiled, clearly satisfied with Jack's honesty. He stepped away from
jack and to a plastic chest of drawers that sat on a table in the
corner. He pulled out a length of chain and a heavy steel lock. He walked
back over, letting half the chain swing out of his hands. He apprached Jack
and dangled the length of chain in front of him. "Do you know what this
is?"  he bellowed. Jack shook his head. "This is a collar. When a man puts
this on a boy, he takes that boy as his property, and becomes responsible
in educating him and ensuring he does his duty well. I would like to collar
you, Jack, and take you as mine. I will take care of you, give you
structure and discipline, and make sure that you get in line and stay
there."

"It will not be easy .I will never ask you to do anything I wouldn't, but I
can promise you won't like all of it. You will have to swallow your ego,
follow commands, and trust me wholly and completely. You fuck up, you will
pay for it appropriately. Do well, and earn my praise. You will be my boy
and I will be your Sir, you will address me as such. I will train you to be
a boy worth envying, but only if you will let me." He draped the chain over
Jack's neck, threaded the lock through both ends and put Jack's hand around
the lock. "Agreed, boy?"

Jack's heart raced, adrenaline flowing heavily and freely in his blood.
"Take control of your life." a voice in his head "Yes, Sir." He said,
strong in his resolved, as he clicked the lock closed in his hand.

"Good boy." Sir said, his dick throbbing at the sight of his fresh new
boy. He pulled the robe off, grabbed Jack by his collar, and brought him
towards his thick, throbbing cock. "Now, let's start your training."