Date: Thu, 16 Oct 2003 08:55:50 EDT
From: SolCorazon@aol.com
Subject: Enslaving David Chapter 2

Copyright 2003 SolCorazon.  All Rights Reserved.

Disclaimer: If love and sex offend you, if you are under 18
and/or this is illegal in your area, don't read.

This story is copy written by me and may not be used without
my permission. All of the people in this story exist only in
my twisted dreams.


If you like this story, please let me know at SolCorazon
(at) aol.com


To JB. Your words move me. I miss you. I love you.

                       Enslaving David

                        By SolCorazon


Back again in the bar again.

Not sure why.

I've had serious doubts about my sanity many times over the
years. This is just more evidence that sanity might not be
an option for me. In my real life, I'm a nurse in the ER.
That also could possibly be more evidence in the insane
column. Maybe. Could go either way I guess.


He was there again. If he hadn't been there already, I might
have suspected that he had followed me or something. Just
call me paranoid.


Tonight, even though it was kinda cool, I had on my black
leather vest, so that I could feel it against my skin and so
I could smell it. I think in my last lifetime, I must have
been an animal, because I am just barely civilized in this
one.


The leather attracts eyes and so does the black and blue
flag with the heart on it that's sewn onto the left chest
pocket. The bar is about fifty-fifty tonight. Half the
people in the bar know what the flag means, half probably
don't, or if they do, they ain't into it.


I like it that way. I'm not into labels and being
categorized into some little box I can't break out of. Just
let me be me. Give me what I want when I want it and
how.yeah.whoever thought that one up is my kinda guy.


I have to look. I have to look into those eyes again. I
haven't been able to get them out of my head all day. The
look in them grabs at something inside of me and twists it.


I'm hard again. It's not the kind of hard that I get when I
think somebody's hot. Or the kind of hard I get when I want
to fuck somebody. It's the kind of hard that's gnawing away
at me.


It's not just my dick that's alive and standing at
attention. It's every fucking thing in me. I don't like it.


It feels good.

I don't want him though. Ok, truth is, I don't want to want
him. I can't play with someone so fragile. I'd break him.
I'd learned early in the game that I can't do it half ass. I
don't want to do it like that. I won't do it like that.

I'm making it sound like I'm a big guy. I'm not. I'm barely
six feet tall and not thick like the guys I find so
attractive. I'm all muscle. If I knew who my parents were,
I'd say it's probably genetic. I run a couple days a week
just to burn off excess energy and I hit the gym just about
every day for the same reason. Nothing heavy duty though.

He gives me that look again. It draws me. I want to give him
what he needs. The look is so intense; it is as if he is
speaking to me. I am drowning in those sweet, beautiful
eyes.

His lips move and I stare at them, riveted. Please, he
mouths.

He sits there, looking at me, hands folded on the table in
front of him, like a schoolboy sitting at a school desk
listening attentively to a teacher. He sits there and waits
like he will wait forever. For me.

I stand up. Once again, his eyes drop down to my crotch,
almost as if he can't help it. He stares hungrily for a few
moments. When his eyes raise to mine again, his face is open
and vulnerable, not sure what I'm going to do but waiting
patiently to see.

"Follow me," I said.