Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2005 09:08:51 -0400 (EDT)
From: T Chase <survivalgame@excite.com>
Subject: Chronicles of Mark Sasson 05

Any resemblance to real people is entirely coincidental in nature, and is
not meant to accurately reflect persons in towns, cities, or governmental
areas, in which the story is staged. If sexual scenes involving male to
male or bdsm relationships offends you, then you should not read this
story. Additionally, if you are under 18 years of age, in most states and
countries, you are not allowed to read this by law. This is fiction. Don't
forget, in real life, to think about 'sexual safety matters'; got condom?

"Chronicles of Mark Sasson" 05 (M/t oral anal humiliation bdsm)
wriTten by T. Chase McPhee

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"You look a mess!"

Aron smiled, as I sat next to the tub of water, sponging his body.

"Thanks, Mark."

"Yeah, well don't expect this all the time. What are we going to tell dad,
with your body looking like this?"

Looking down at his chest, both of us eyed up the one abrasion from the
belt, which had been the last lash, plus the three places where I extracted
the splinters.

"We can just tell him it's a scratch."

"My dad's not stupid, Aron. He's going to know that's no scratch."

"I know. Let's wait and see if he says something."

"Now that's the smartest thing you've said today, Aron," though I didn't
buy the explanation totally.

"I know we can't do this a lot, but can we do it now and then, Mark?"

"Aron, I don't know."

"But you liked doing it too, right Mark?"

He got me there!

"Alright. Yes, I did get turned on by it."

Aron gave me a wry smile and then his, "Hee heee..."

"What?"

"You loved it. At least that's what I got out of that nice fuck you gave
me!"

I had to laugh.

"Yeah, you got me again. I did like it."

"So?"

"Maybe. I'm not promising, okay?"

"What time is it, Mark?"

"Shit! Must be around one. We have to get over to Doctor Abel's!"

"You mean, 'sir'."

"Sounds so formal, like he's a master or something."

"I like using it. You can call him what Juan calls him, 'Alex'."

"Maybe. C'mon, I'll help you out of the tub."

When I went for Aron, it had become apparent that of all the ill treatment
I gave him, his stretched out arms suffered the most.

"There's got to be a better way."

"At the time they didn't bother me, Mark."

"I noticed. At the time we both were so into it that nothing bothered us!"

I wound up playing slave to Aron, getting him out of the tub, dried off and
helping him on with a clean shirt.

"Mark, would you mind?"

Smiling, after rolling my eyes, I bent over to play nursemaid to his
sneaker laces.

"Too bad I'm not all sweaty."

"Oh? Why's that Aron?"

"Then you could smell my sweaty pubes."

"Yeah, then I'd want to fuck your sweet ass again!"

After tying Aron's laces, a warm hand touched the side of my face. I looked
up.

"Mark, I like you fucking me. I hope a day doesn't go by that you don't
fuck me."

"You're a weird fuck, you know that?"

"Takes one to know one!"

All the way through the house till we hit the dirt path, then the road, we
mocked each other out about the idea of me fucking Aron.

"I don't care where you do it. Which place did you like better, Mark?"

"I liked it in bed. Hah! But I liked it in the barn too. It's tough to say
which I liked more because they were like two different scenes. It's like
comparing winter to summer."

"I guess you're right."

"Which did you like Aron?"

"Like you, both."

"I meant to ask you how your chest liked being rubbed on the whipping table
while I fucked your ass?"

"It didn't stand out in my mind as the most erotic part. Nothing in
particular... Wait! Now that you mention it, Mark. The most erotic part of
you fucking me, was you."

"Me?"

"Yeah. I mean the pain was there and it felt nice. Being tied up, too,
like... like I couldn't stop you."

"But you could stop me if you wanted to. Hell, I would have stopped right
in the middle of fucking you, if you said so, Aron."

"I know you would have Mark, but I wouldn't... well didn't want to disturb
you."

My famous crossing over in front of Aron and stopping us both dead in our
tracks occured.

"Aron, you mean to tell me you wanted to stop me from fucking you and
didn't?"

"Hee hee... the thought crossed my mind, but..."

"Then why the hell didn't you?"

"Well, you enjoyed yourself a lot and I liked it too. So I outweighed the
feeling of my cramped arms and..."

"Aron, you fuckin' fool!"

As I pranced on, after making my about face, I got the same old sob story.

"Mark, don't be mad at me, please?"

Stopping dead in my tracks, I rolled my eyes. I knew I'd hear it all the
way from now until we reached Doctor Abel's house.

"Alright, Aron. It's okay."

"Forgive me, Mark?"

"Yes and I love you, Aron."

Rather than the usual catchy phrase, when I looked into Aron's eyes this
one time, I caught more than the sameness of the other hundred times of
apologies.

"Aron?"

"Yeah?"

"I... I really love you so much."

Right there, in the middle of Tucker Road, I lost control of my
senses. Fortunately, like our lane, it wasn't a well traveled road. At this
point it didn't phaze me. I took Aron's head in my hand and forced his
mouth to mine. My other arm caressed his back. Our embrace didn't last
long, but to me had been one of the most meaningful.

"Wow Mark!"

"Oh man I wanted to do that in the worst way."

"Yeah and I don't believe you did it.. in.. in public!"

Aron looked to all sides, up and down the road, but my mind, heart and soul
stayed affixed on him.

"Tonight I want to make love to you all night long, Aron."

"Make love, Mark?"

"Yeah. I love you so much, Aron. I want our bodies together all night and I
want to fuck you over and over."

Aron liked the sound of that.

"Make love, huh?"

"Yeah. Do you want it too?"

"Yeah."

I wasn't sure how serious Aron felt about it, but I wanted it. Hell, if we
made a u-turn in the road, I'd head right back to our room now and make an
early start of it!

"Hey, I think that's it!"

Like Aron couldn't wait to get there, I trailed him by a foot, running
towards the two brick columns.

"That's funny."

"What is, Mark?"

"I never noticed the brick wall going this way and that way."

"The vines keep it covered. You can't notice it until you get up close."

"Clever disguise. It looks like part of the forest."

"Do we just walk in?"

"I don't know Aron. Why don't you press that button there."

"Hello?" came the voice out of the little box next to the buzzer.

"It's us, Doctor Abel," Aron called out, "Mark Sasson and Aron Harrell."

"Push on the gate when you hear the buzzer."

"Okay," we answered together.

Seeing that the gate was made out of iron, both of us thought we needed to
apply our weight. Instead, almost a touch of a fingertip pushed the gate
open like a hot knife through butter.

"Hurt yourself, Aron?"

"Yeah, right, Mark. I think I sprained my pinky!"

We chuckled at our on joking and continued right up towards the mansion in
the not too far distance.

"Wow! I didn't think it was this big?"

"Probably because we're up close, Mark."

"Yeah. Could be. Hey, Mark?"

"What?"

"Are we going to tell about what we did in the barn this morning?"

"I don't know. Should we?"

"I'm not sure. Do you think it will help with the questions on our lists?"

"I think half of those questions on our lists have been answered by either
our sex with Juan last night or what we did in the barn."

"Oh. Yeah."

"So, I figure one thing."

"What's that?"

"Doctor Abel is going to want to know how come we smartened up so quick."

"True."

"So, I don't think we can keep from being honest about last night and this
morning."

"Leave it to you, Mark."

"Yeah. Okay."

"Mark?"

Like back in the road, Aron blocked my approach to the marble steps.

"You want to turn back?"

"No. I wanted to tell you that I love you too, Mark."

I smiled. Back in the road there, I did get the impression that Aron might
only have loved me for the hot fuck and other stuff. Now I confirmed the
belief that he loved me back.

"C'mon. Let's get this out of the way."

"Looks like Doctor Abel might have company."

"Or it could be his cars. With a mansion like this, he probably can afford
it."

"I guess."

Ascending the marble steps, we lifted the iron ring on the door and let it
drop. It rapped on the door a couple of times before coming to a rest.

"Well hello!"

"Um, your butler have the day off?"

I rapped Aron in the stomach lightly at the dopey comment.

"No."

"Are those all your cars?" Aron embarrassed us again.

"No. I have company."

"Told you Aron."

"Come in to the study."

Compared to Doctor Abel's quaint little office, the study resembled
something short of a fully stocked library.

"Wow!" Aron exclaimed, looking about in wonder, as did I.

"How long did it take for you to collect all these books, Doctor Abel?" I
inquired.

"Ooooh, this collection was started by my great grandfather, before the
Civil War."

"Then they have to be worth something."

"Oh yes. Some of these volumnes are priceless."

"Where's your company?" Aron asked.

"They're downstairs. I told them that I expected a couple of visitors and
they didn't mind waiting for me."

I know it didn't phase Aron, but we stood on the main floor. Downstairs
would spell where? The basement?

"Have a seat boys. Would you care for some lemonade?"

"I'd like some, please?" Aron asked.

I said yes, too. Doctor Abel rang a little bell.

"Heeey, that's the same guy as your office on Thursday!" Aron remembered.

"Yes. This is my servant, Greg. Greg, say hello to the young gentlemen."

"Hello," is all Greg said, attaching a short smile.

"Hi Greg," Aron said, extending his hand.

How weird. Greg looks at Doctor Abel, who nods before Greg reaches out to
shake Aron's hand.

"Is Greg a robot or something?"

"Robot, Aron? I hardly think so. No, he's a living, breathing human, like
you or I," Doctor Abel replied. Then he asked, "What do you think a robot
is made of, Aron?"

"Metal? Wires and circuitry? Maybe some computer chips?"

"Go ahead. Feel Greg and you tell me if he's a robot. Greg, open your
jacket for the young man."

I'm not sure what it was, but when Greg unbuttoned his jacket and held it
open, my crotch started twitching.

"Where?" Aron asked.

"Anywhere you please, Aron."

I joked, "Think low, Aron!"

Even Doctor Abel got a jolt out of my joke, breaking into
laughter. However, Greg didn't crack a smile. He stood there with his
jacket open, waiting for whatever.

"I don't know where to touch him."

Translated, Aron didn't want to touch him. So Doctor Abel made it simpler
for us.

"Greg, drop your pants and briefs."

"Yes, Sir," the reply came, as Greg began to unbuckle his belt.

"Is Greg your slave or something, Doctor Abel?" I inquired, which I though
a fair question.

"He is my servant, similar to a slave. Greg works for me to help pay off
his family bills."

"Is he married?"

"No. His family being his brother and his family, whom don't have a medical
plan, nor earn enough to pay for the family bills."

"That's nice of you, Doctor Abel," I told him.

"Heeey," Aron asks, "What's the thing around his cock?"

"It's simply called a 'ring'. Greg step forward to give the boys a closer
look. Lift up your balls so they can see the ring around those as well."

"Yes, Sir."

Aron seemed the most inquisitive. I took a quick look, then walked closer
to Doctor Abel.

"Will he do anything you tell him?"

"Well, he wouldn't jump off a bridge!"

Doctor Abel chuckled at his own joke. It amused me enough to crack a smile.

Aron asked, "Greg, why do you have to wear that ring around your cock?"

Again Greg looked at Doctor Abel.

"We'll relax the no speaking rule today, Greg. You may interact freely with
my guests."

"No speaking, Greg?"

Aron looked to Doctor Abel, but it's from Greg's lips the answer came.

"I have certain rules to follow while in Doctor Abel's service here. I have
to wear this ring around my cock to keep it hard at all times."

"You can't speak?"

"Not unless Doctor Abel allows me to. The same with most other actions, as
well."

"Like what?"

I stood by Doctor Abel while Aron and Greg had their conversation.

"Stand in a proper manner, serving him his tea or lunch and other.. and
other, ahem, duties."

"Doctor Abel?"

"Yes, Mark?"

I suddenly had this urge to try out a wild idea. I don't know about Aron,
but right now my hand in pocket had a purpose for being there.

"Would it be alright... I mean I'm kind of shy asking.."

"Go ahead, lad."

"Can I give Greg an order?"

Doctor Abel broke out in uncontrollable laughter. His laughter was
infectious, too, like a rapidfire, spreading disease. Not only did Aron and
I begin giggling, but Greg cracked a toothy smile.

"By all means, lad," Doctor Abel said, extending his palm towards
Greg. First he gave direction, "Greg, you are to do anything this lad asks
you to, including the proper addressing."

"Yes, Sir."

Greg stood and waited, as did Aron and Doctor Abel. I rubbed my hands
together, like warming them up to perform magic.

"Could I give Greg a couple of orders?"

"Give him as many as you wish, Mark."

I smiled to myself, then told Greg, "I order you to do twenty-five jumping
jacks."

"You'd better move the furniture, Greg," Doctor Abel made an addendum to my
command.

"Yes, Sir."

"And Greg?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"You look ridiculous stripped from the waist down. Remove the rest of your
clothing."

"Yes, Sir."

Now it began to get doubly interesting. Greg moved the furniture first,
then took off his jacket. He removed his bowtie and it was the real thing!
He quickly unbuttoned his white shirt and hung it nicely over the back of a
chair. He wasn't as careful with his tee shirt. Facing us, he stood in the
middle of the clearing he made for himself.  With his hands to his side, he
still had the freedom of speech and made use of it.

"Ready when you are, Master Mark."

"Master?"

"Yes, unless you would like Greg to call you another title?"

"Master is nice. Start now, Greg."

"Yes, Master Mark."

As Greg began the jumping jacks, my eyes stuck like glue to him. His cock
and balls bounced up and down with his rapid jumps. I swore his balls would
get squashed everytime his legs came together, but they didn't. I don't
know how old Greg was, but he didn't look to be even half as old as Doctor
Abel. Like Juan, he had the hairy patch below his navel and it turned
me. However, it didn't keep me from being turned on by the whole of Greg's
physique.

"Can he call me 'master', too?" Aron asked.

I said to him, "You're not a master, Aron. You're the other kind, like
Greg."

"Oh?" Doctor Abel said, questioning my statement.

As Greg neared jumping jack number twenty-five, Doctor Abel leaned over and
whispered something into my ear. I know Aron wondered what it was. He was
soon to find out.

Putting on my best acting skills, I said, "Stop, Greg!"

"Yes, Master Mark."

Very dramatically and with conviction I said, "Didn't Doctor Abel tell you
to take all your clothes off?"

"Yes, Master Mark."

"Then why do you still have your socks on?"

"Sorry Master Mark."

Doctor Abel leaned in again.

I replied to Greg, "You will be punished, Greg," the exact words Doctor
Abel told me to tell Greg.

"Yes, Master Mark. As you see fit."

"Now what?" I asked Doctor Abel.

"How would you like to punish Greg?"

The only thing I could think of is what transpired between Aron and I this
morning.

"Can I whip him with a belt?"

"Hmm.. my kind of man," Doctor Abel said, patting me on the shoulder. "I
think that can be arranged."

"Really?"

Aron asks, "Does Greg like pain?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself."

I watched as Aron walks up to Greg, sweating from the light exercise.

"Greg, do you like pain?"

"I can tolerate it, if my master wishes it."

"Like what kind of pain have you taken?"

"Excuse me, Aron. Greg, kneel so that Aron doesn't have to get a stiff
neck."

Aron, as well as I stood amazed at Greg dropping to his knees. It brought
back our recollections of this morning, in the barn, when Aron dropped to
his knees. I think Aron brushed the side of Greg's face when he looked over
Greg's shoulder.

"Wow, that's some position. Doesn't it hurt, Greg?"

"No, Master Aron."

"Doctor Abel?"

"Yes, Aron?"

"I have a confession to make."

"Go right ahead."

"I'm not a master. I'm more like Greg."

Cracking a smile, he replied, "I truly believe you Aron, especially after
reading the list you gave me this week to analyze. Why don't you stay out
here with Greg while Mark and I go get further acquainted?"

"Can I?"

"Sure, but Greg?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"You may act freely, however Aron is still your superior."

"Yes, Sir."

"And Greg?"

"Yes, Sir?"

"Master Mark and I may be awhile. Take Aron out to the pool."

"Yes, Sir."

As Doctor Abel and I headed to wherever he was taking me, I heard Aron ask
Greg, "Can you teach me how you kneel like that?"

We walked towards the back of the room. With a push of a button, a door
opened.

"An elevator?"

"Yes. We're headed to the third floor."

"I thought your mansion looked tall from the outdoors."

"Mark, your sixteen, am I correct?"

"Yes, sir."

"Call me Alex."

"Oh. That's what Juan calls you."

"Juan?"

"Our friend. He says you, um... play?... with his cousin Manuel."

"Oh yes, Manuel Delgado. Mark, I want to ask you a question point blank. I
think you can handle it."

"My dad always is telling me that I'm more mature for my age than I am."

"Mark, how would you feel about having sex with Greg?"

"Sex with Greg?"

"I thought it might be a shock to you."

"Well, how old is Greg?"

"He's twenty-four."

Counting on my fingers, I tallied up the difference.

"Greg is eight years older than me. How come he can't have sex with
Manuel?"

"He could and would, if I ordered it, but Manuel is a bottom."

"Bottom?" I questioned, but then made the connection with Juan's reference,
"Oh, the opposite of a top, you mean?"

"That is correct, Mark."

We arrived at our floor. I followed Doctor Abel out into a wide corridor.

"This is nice."

"Thank you. This way."

"A bedroom? I thought we would be in a study or office."

"For our purposes, this will be our area for study."

"I don't know, Doctor Abel."

"Don't worry, Mark. For myself, you and I will not be having sex. That I
leave up to you."

"Are you going to watch?"

"No. Not unless you permit it. However, I will allow you to be instructed
by Greg, if you wish it."

"Why Greg?"

"He's younger than I am and I think you two boys will get along with him
very well."

"How come you're doing this for Aron and I, Doctor.. I mean, Alex?"

"Because you're nice boys and I care about what happens to you."

"Alex?"

"Yes, Mark?"

"I want you to know that since we saw you Aron and I have had sex and I
fucked him."

"Well, congratulations. That's what I call progress. May I ask how all this
came about?"

"Sure. Manuel's cousin, Juan is spending the weekend with us. He showed me
how to fuck Aron and... well, this morning we did some stuff that Aron
asked about on his list."

"Is that where the notion of punishing Greg with a belt came from?"

"Yes. I... I hit Aron with the belt."

"That's a good start."

"You're not concerned, Doc.. Alex?"

"Were you careful?"

"I think."

"I'd like to hear how you got started out and the details."

It took me about ten minutes to tell Doctor Abel, Alex, what took place
with Aron and I for about a good hour and a half this morning. Nothing
surprised him, except for a few things, as my ability in tying up Aron in
different positions and then ending with pounding his ass.

"Now, my question to you, Mark is, do you wish to heighten your
experiences?"

"Heighten, Alex?"

"I know you're only sixteen and you have a life like any other sixteen year
old, playing baseball or..."

"No, that's just it, Alex. Aron and I aren't like other kids. They play
computer games and that stuff. Aron and I spend a lot of time working the
farm. Our greatest enjoyment is being around each other. Tell you the
truth, this playing in the barn turned us both on and to something we like
to do. It beats playing any computer game."

"I'm impressed, Mark."

"Thanks," is all I could think of saying after my great speech.

"So, do you wish to broaden your horizons and learn more about becoming a
master?"

"I have to admit that it does turn us both on, but I'd like to know more
about it. Is it going to cost us anything?"

"No, not a penny Mark. I'm glad to help you and Aron out. My concern is
safety."

"That's what we thought about. I mean, the way Aron's father whipped him
til his back was all bloody..."

"He what?"

That seemed to rile up Doctor Abel.

"The man should be horsewhipped for doing such a thing!"

"And he whipped Aron twice, but you don't have to worry about it happening
again."

"Oh? Why is that?"

"His dad left us and moved back to New York City. Now it's my dad raising
us two boys and I think Juan wants to come live with us."

"Might not be a bad move."

"Oh, do you know Juan well?"

"Most likely more than you do, since Manuel cued me in to his unfortunate
circumstance."

"Well, I don't know why he's in the orphanage, but he told us he's been
there a long time."

"Manuel is waiting for the right time to tell him. I think that may be
soon, since he's nearly eighteen years old."

"Eighteen? He told us he's going to be seventeen."

"Yes, Juan does have a problem with deciding on what age he wishes to be."

"I like him and my dad likes him too, but let me get this straight. He's
almost eighteen?"

"Yes, he's a short guy and not too intelligent, but his intentions are in
the right place."

"That's what Aron and I thought, plus he's gay."

"Yes, now that part is true."

"Alex, did you know that Juan is like Aron?"

"Like Aron?"

"Or Greg?"

"Oh yea, the bdsm."

"The beedeessem?"

"It's an abbreviation."

"What is, Alex?"

"B....D....S....M... it stands for bondage, discipline, sadism, masochism."

"I know what bondage is and discipline. What's the other two mean?"

"Sadism is sometimes whom likes to inflict distress to another, whether it
be physical or mental and masochism is meant for the person on the
receiving end. Hence, the titles, a sadist and a masochist."

"Hmm... has this been around long?"

"Yes. A very long time. For centuries."

"Strange that I haven't come to know it. I'm pretty good at history."

"Oh, you find much mention of it in the history books. Yes, there is some
mention of torture, but as far as BDSM as a form of entertainment, you only
find out that by one who knows."

"Like you, Alex?"

"Precisely."

"And which ones of the BDSM are you?"

"Well, from what I gather about you, Mark, you and I are the sadists,
getting into the bondage, discipline."

"So, Aron and Greg are the masokists?"

"From what I gather about Aron, he and Greg fit the same identity."

"But Aron's not like that all the time."

"And neither is Greg. When he's not working for me, he lives a normal
life."

"Oh, I thought this 'was' Greg's life."

"No. In his rightful role, Greg is a computer programmer."

"I wish we had a computer!"

"I'm sure Greg can get you a cheap one."

"Forget I mentioned it, Alex. We're not like into all those electronic
gadgets. On the farm we live simple. However, since Uncle Seth deserted us,
my dad might be convinced to let us have one."

"Well, I think we have left Greg and Aron alone long enough."

"Alex, I'm not so sure about having sex with Greg. I mean, Aron and I are
close. We love each other."

"It's up to you, Mark. I don't make anyone do anything they don't want to
do."

"Does Greg do everything you want him to do? I mean he has to, right?"

"Greg and I have an understanding, Mark. We made an agreement when he
started working for me. You will find that what suits a master and servant,
varies by the agreement made."

"A question?"

"Go right ahead. Ask anything, Mark."

"I mentioned punishing Greg with a belt. Would he have followed through?"

"Yes."

"But that's not by your agreement?"

"Mark, there's a sensibility to having a working relationship between a
master and a servant. I'm not out to beat a man til they are hanging on to
the edge of life."

"Wow, I would never want to do that. I mean, I saw how Uncle Seth beat Aron
and I wouldn't want to do that. When I whipped Aron this morning, it wasn't
like.. oh noooooo."

"Mark," Doctor Abel said to me, putting his arm around my shoulder, "you
have been fair to me, keeping your word about me and what I do secret. I
will keep everything you tell me confidential, as well."

"Well, I hate to disappoint you, but we did talk to Juan about you."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, well he did mention you first and about his cousin Manuel and all
and I hope I'm not getting Juan into any trouble telling you this."

"No, not at all. Juan is alright with me, as is his cousin, but next time
Mark, do me a favor?"

"Sure. I wouldn't for the world want anything to happen to you, Alex."

"Good. Just act like you don't know me, except that you are a patient of
mine. How does that sound?"

"Sounds good to me, Alex."

"I think we've given Greg and Aron enough time to get acquainted."

Time slipped by so quickly. I felt like Doctor Abel and I had chatted for a
half hour, when in reality our conversation drove us on past two o'clock!

"Before we go, what did you think of our lists, Alex?"

"Well, for one thing, I think Juan has given you much information. Sex is
one thing. The BDSM, another. Both can be entwined to reach a sexual
high. However, as both dictate, you have to play safely or suffer the
consequences. On the sexual side of the fence, you don't want to wiind up
with any sexually transmitted diseases. As for the BDSM, you don't want to
wind up in a situation that you are dead set against. In Aron's case, you
don't want him getting in over his head."

"Yeah. I know he likes pain, but I wouldn't want him to get really hurt."

"Yes, and believe you me there are plenty of Masters that don't adhere by
the rules. Don't get me wrong, Mark. There are those sweet, loving masters
who love what they do, play fair and treat their bottoms fairly, but you
need to know the difference."

"Alex, do you think I'm 'master' material?"

He chuckled.

"I think you could be trained to be a very good master, if you had the
right person's guidance."

"The only one I know is you, Alex."

"I wasn't thinking of myself."

"Oh? Then who?"

"I have a very good master whom I trained personally. In fact he started
out at your age and I think of him as a perfect option for you to train
with. He's fair, loving and kind, yet firm."

"No disrespect intended, Alex, but is he as old as you?"

Another chuckle escaped his lips.

"He's nineteen years old and goes to the local community college. He lives
here with me."

"Nineteen years old, huh? Young guy."

"Yes, but as I said, he began training when he was sixteen and those solid
three years of youth have made him a solid figure of a master."

"Can I meet him?"

"Yes, under one condition."

"Oh."

Alex smiled and then said, "It's not that bad, Mark. The only condition I
require is your agreeing that you wish to follow through on the training."

"What happens if I decide it's not for me?"

"I'm not holding you to something you don't like, but what I ask you to do
is give it an open mind and time."

"I think I can do that."

"One other thing."

"Does this have to do with Aron? I love him Alex. If this is to interfere
with that, I'm out."

"No. On the contrary. In answer to my observations on Aron, I believe he
will fit perfectly into your training."

"You want Aron to train along with me?"

"Yes, but as the masochist, or bottom if you wish to call him that. I have
to clue you in that, I know he is almost fifteen and I wish to wait til he
reaches that age. I know it's not a legal age, but it's the age that Greg
came to me and..."

"Shit! Oh... Pardon my language, Alex..."

"It doesn't offend me, Mark."

"Thanks, but was Greg fifteen when he started training?"

"Yes, he was."

"So, he's been a slave for eight years?"

"Servant."

"How long do I have til I have my decision for you?"

"I was hoping by the time we reached the ground floor."

"Wow! That's not much time."

"It should not take much pondering, Mark. All you have to ask yourself is
are you going to be serious at this and will you go in with an open mind."

"I don't have to live here, do I?"

"No. As far as your normal life, you and Aron carry on as usual."

"What do I tell my dad?"

"You tell him what you see fit."

"He'd never go for something like this."

"Oh, I think I might know Ethan better than you."

"You... you know my dad?"

"My father knew him."

"Your dad was into this BDSM stuff?"

"And his daddy before that."

"Wow! It's like a dynasty!"

Alex chuckled over my astonishing moments.

"Let's just say that we know about the subject inside and out."

"And about my dad?"

"Dabbled in it as a top, but wasn't real serious, although my dad said he
couldn't think of a more honest and able student."

"Heey, that's why he must've been so set against Uncle Seth whipping Aron
like he did!"

"There you have it, Mark."

"So, you think my dad will be understanding and allow me to come train
here?"

"Tell you what, Mark. I'll let you meet your trainer and if your dad
doesn't allow you to come back, no hard feelings."

"Now that's more than friendly, I'd say."

"But Mark, do you truly want to do this and will you go into this with an
open mind?"

"My only concern would be for Aron. I love him with all my heart and soul,
Alex."

"I can sense that and nothing will happen to Aron that you or he doesn't
want to happen. I promise you that."

"Then I'd like to say yes."

I could tell that Doctor Abel, Alex, was pleased by my answer. I really
didn't know what his angle in the whole business was, but I liked Greg and
he knew my father. I guess the whole thing would rely on what my dad
said. If he flew into a rage and said something like, 'absolutely not',
then I would abide by his decision and think otherwise of joining the
ranks.

"Alex?"

"Yes?"

"Do you have children? Boys? A son to take over for you?"

"I have a son, but he doesn't have any interest in things here. He lives in
another country. I never see or hear from him."

"I'm sorry, Alex."

He smiled at me, like my dad would.

"Just make me proud of you, Mark."

I smiled and said back to him, "That's what my dad says to me."

"I know he is the type of man that would say that to his son."

Now that's something that piqued my interest. I promised Aron a whole night
of wonderful sex, but I also wished to find out my dad's connection with
Alex.

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what a toss up - sex or....  continued.........  

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