Date: Thu, 6 Oct 2016 12:33:40 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner, Chapter Twenty-three

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The Life and Times of Daryl Tanner
Subtitle: My Bully

Chapter 23

"Tanner, please" Jerod yelled as the heavy black leather strap landed again
on his back.  "Please stop."

"What did you call me?"

"Master, Master" he cried.  "Please stop, Master."

"How many is that?" Tanner asked.

"Please, Master.  No more."

"How many?" Tanner snapped.

"Seven, Master.  That's seven" Jerod said.

"How many do you want?"

"Master, please" Jerod pleaded.  "Please don't.  Please stop."

"How many do you want?" Tanner growled at him.  I had no doubt that Jerod
was over-reacting.  Even though some of the lashes were leaving red stripes
across his back, it really didn't look to me like Tanner was exerting
himself.  There was no way Jerod could have been in as much pain as he was
pretending.  Besides, as I'm well aware, as tough as Jerod tries to act
when he's around other people, he's a total pussy when he's with Tanner.

"I ...  I ...  I ...  I want what you want, Master" Jerod said, giving the
safe answer and acting the part of a perfect slave.  "But please.  It
really hurts."

"It's supposed to hurt, you dumb shit.  You're being punished."

"I know, Master.  And I'm sorry.  But ..."

"You're sorry?  You're sorry?" Tanner snapped.  "It's easy to be sorry
after the fact."

"Yes, Master.  I know.  But I didn't think that you ..."

"Yeah, you didn't think" Tanner snarled.  "You dare to disobey me and not
expect me to react?"

"But Master.  I didn't.  I didn't disobey."  Jerod was wearing leather
wrist cuffs with chains attached which were secured to two posts spreading
his arms wide, leaving him hanging there, totally vulnerable to Tanner's
whipping.  He was naked except for the wrist cuffs and a black leather
slave collar.

"I tell you to do something, you do it, exactly as I told you" Tanner said.

"Honest, Master.  I didn't disobey" Jerod repeated.

Tanner grabbed him by the hair and jerked his head back.  "Does that make
me a liar?" he growled in his ear.

"No, no, no, Master" Jerod yelped.  "No.  Of course not.  I mean ...  I
didn't ..."

"You thought you were being cute, didn't you?" Tanner said, giving his hair
a jerk.

"I just didn't think, Master" Jerod said.  "I'm sorry.  Please, Master.
I'm sorry."

"I should throw you back out on the street" Tanner growled, giving him a
swat on the back of his head.

Now that got Jerod's attention, and mine too.  I jerked up and actually
gasped.  Was Tanner being serious?  Did he mean to throw us out?  I mean,
you have to understand the relationship we have with Tanner: we members of
his 'haram' are true believers.  True believers in Tanner's transcendence,
with absolute conviction of his complete and total superiority.  He gets
our total devotion and we all work at proving we are worthy of his
recognition as his worshipers.  Call it a cult if you want, I don't care.
But I can think of nothing worse than Tanner disowning me; us.  Jerod
recognized this too.

"No, Master, no" Jerod pleaded.  "I'm sorry.  Please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry."

"Shut up" Tanner said giving him another swat along the side of his head.
"I asked you how many lashes you want" he snapped at him.  "How many?"

"Please, Master."  He hesitated as tears appeared in his eyes.  "As many as
you want, Master" he said; he was now weeping.  I don't think he was crying
from the pain as much as he was from the humiliation and the fear; fear of
Tanner's rejection.  Fear that Tanner was going to throw him out.  "Please,
Master.  As many as you want" he repeated.  Tanner gave him another lash
with the belt and Jerod let out a yelp.

"How many is that" Tanner asked.

"Eight, Master.  That's eight" Jerod moaned.

So, what's going on here, you may ask?  For one thing, I'm sitting in the
corner with my hands cuffed behind my back.  Yes, that's right.  I'm
handcuffed.  Not metal cuffs, but leather ones with a chain attaching them
just like Jerod's.  And, like Jerod, all I'm wearing is a slave collar
around my neck.

And we're not in my bedroom either.  We're in the basement of Tanner's
house; Tanner's Mom's house across the street from my house.

So, how did this all come about?  I'll tell you.  Here goes.

As you recall Jerod was supposed to give me a blowjob but we had a very
exciting 69 instead.  I loved it.  Then Darrell came by and spent the
afternoon with me, in bed.  I can assure you I loved that too.  Honestly,
it was the most fulfilling day of my life except maybe for a few times when
I was with Tanner.  It was incredible.

Tanner showed up later in the evening with the cop still in tow.  As usual,
I was sitting in front of the X-Box when he came into my bedroom.

"Your mom?" I asked.

"They're giving her thirty days in some institution.  For evaluation, they
said."

"And then what?"

"Don't know" he answered.  I had wondered if Tanner had been at the
hospital all day, but now I understood.  He'd obviously been with the cop
all day and that was a real surprise.  Ordinarily, when Tanner picks up a
trick, he slaps them around a bit, having his fun with them and then fucks
them.  'Bam, bam, thank you mam' and that's the end of it.  But the cop was
still here.

He had been totally disheveled with his shirt torn this morning when Tanner
woke me up, so it was clear even then that Tanner had already had his fun;
and his fuck.  But here he was, still in Tanner's possession at the end of
the day.  He must have been a particularly good fuck.

The cop was no longer in his torn uniform, but was wearing a wife-beater
and white shorts.  But he still had the collar around his neck and Tanner
was holding the leash.  Did I tell you he was a real hunk?  Well, he was;
he is.  And that dreamy look on his face right now as he stared at Tanner
was nothing less than amazing, almost laughable.  An absolutely bedazzled
look of total veneration and adoration; a completely captivated worshiper.
I swear his tongue was hanging out and his tail was wagging.  Tanner must
have really done the deal with him.

I had to wonder about that collar and leash; surely Tanner had not dragged
him around all day like that.

"Now tell me all about your blowjob" Tanner said.  "Did Jerod come
through?"  Then he caught himself.  "Hell, of course he came through.  He
wouldn't dare not come through" he chuckled.  "So, tell me.  How was it?"

So I told him.  I told him how wonderful it was, how I had never 69'ed with
anyone before and how much I loved it.  I even told him that Jerod seemed
to enjoy it, that he actually enjoyed sucking me off.  Tanner didn't say
anything but as I talked the look on his face slowly changed from a smile
to a frown.  I was enjoying so much telling him the story that I almost
missed it.  But then I saw the anger in his face.

"What?" I asked in surprise, interrupting myself right in the middle of a
sentence.  He turned around and gave his cop a push towards the door.

"Tell Jerod to get his ass here at eight o'clock in the morning" he growled
as he walked out and slammed the door.  I was shocked.  I thought Jerod was
very clever about the 69 thing, and I loved it.  And I did get my blowjob.
So what was wrong?  As best I could figure, Tanner must see it as
disobedience; not doing exactly what we were told.

I suppose, if you analyze it, this blowjob had very little to do with me,
even though it was because Jerod had beat me up.  Tanner wasn't
particularly bothered that I got beat up as much as he felt Jerod had
crossed him.  Jerod had dared to damage Tanner's property, and that was me.
So this blowjob was not my payback or my revenge, in fact it was immaterial
whether I liked it or not; this was Jerod's punishment for pissing Tanner
off.  It was supposed to be punishment, so he was supposed to hate it.

Instead, Jerod had turned it into a pleasurable thing for he and I both.
It's no wonder Tanner was upset.  Where was the punishment?  I got on the
phone to him.

Of course I was nervous, knowing how volatile Tanner is, and he really did
look angry when he left the room.  And he slammed the door.  It looked like
Jerod and I were in trouble.

And another thing.  Tanner took the cop to bed with him.  I missed seeing
him fuck the guy this morning when he was in uniform, and I was going to
miss it again tonight.  I would love to see Tanner fuck a cop.
Particularly a hunky one like this one who seemed to be so totally
enthralled with Tanner.

So, to continue here, Tanner's enormous house was setting empty right
across the street, with his mom gone.  Tanner had worked out in the
bodybuilding gym he had set up in his basement from the very first day when
they moved here, and although we moved some of the stuff to my house, most
of it was left behind.  So he had an almost complete bodybuilding gum in
his basement and that's where we were now.

The basement was kind of gloomy with black walls but there were lots of
mirrors and, of course, lots of weightlifting equipment.  But Tanner had
added something else recently.  Remember that big box of leather sex toys?
Those whips and straps and stuff; all of that shit his mom had collected?
Well, it was scattered around the room now, some of it hanging from hooks
on the walls.  Tanner had obviously gone through it and checked it out.

The room was set up as a bodybuilding gym, but at the moment, with Jerod
chained to those polls and me in handcuffs, it felt more like a dungeon
than a gym.  My best guess is that that is the effect Tanner wanted to
create.

Tanner had grabbed Jerod and me by the scruff of the neck at eight o'clock
on the dot this morning, and marched us across the street, with the cop
tagging along behind.  When we got into the basement he made us strip and
put the collars on.  Then he cuffed me and shoved me into the corner, and
hung Jerod up between those polls.

If the cop thought there was anything wrong with what Tanner was doing, he
didn't say it because he never let out a peep.  He just stood there staring
at Tanner with this dreamy look of adoration on his face.

Believe it or not, not one word was said during all of this.  Tanner was
obviously still angry and was not in the mood to talk to us.

And Jerod and I?  Well, Tanner's minions do not question him.  After any
number of punishments, that's something that I now clearly understood.  Do
not question anything Tanner does or says, and definitely do not piss him
off.  Don't piss him off any more than he is already.

So neither Jerod nor I said a word as Tanner manhandled us across the
street and got us stripped and shackled.

The very first sound that any of us made was when Jerod let out a yelp the
first time Tanner let him have it with the belt.

But, Jerod and I knew what was going on.  Tanner is Tanner and he is very
unpredictable, and it was clear he had taken offence with Jerod for doing
the 69 thing instead of a normal blowjob.  Hey, that is his right.  When
Tanner gives an order he expects to be obeyed, right down to the letter.
So, he had every right to be angry with Jerod, and with me too.

But, what was with this bondage thing?  He'd punished me any number of
times, but had never even mentioned tying somebody up or whipping them.
Never.  Oh, I know he went through a lot with his mother.  Evidently he was
tied up and beaten and tortured every evening for a week before we finally
put a stop to it.  In fact, that last night when we'd been looking in the
windows, I'd seen for myself his mother working him over with whips and
stuff.

It now looked like he had learned a lot from her.  And it looked like he
had decided that he liked it, because here we were.

Of course Tanner is into domination,; I mean, that's his thing.  And you
might even consider him to be somewhat sadistic.  I mean, he loves beating
guys up, showing his strength and power.  He's definitely a bully, and
enjoys being a bully.  Every one of the members of his 'haram' had been
beat up, or at least slapped around at some time.  That's just Tanner's
style.  He knocks us around and fucks us, and then somehow makes us become
his dedicated worshipers, totally loyal and obedient.

But are we masochistic?  Are the members of Tanner's 'haram' masochists?

Yes, of course we are.  All of Tanner's minions are tough as nails guys
except for me and the teacher, Mr. Carson.  They are all rough tough guys
except when they are with Tanner.  But, we are all masochists when we're
with him.

So now it seems that Tanner has added bondage to the picture.  Bondage
along with discipline.

Jerod let out a yelp as Tanner hit him again.

I knew my turn was coming, and I was dreading it, but I still guessed that
Jerod was overreacting.  I was convinced that Tanner was holding back;
making the whipping a wake up call more than an actual painful experience.

And I found out.  By the time I got my tenth lash from the belt, I was
really hurting; I know my back was going to be sore for days.  But thank
God for small favors; Tanner was using a belt, not a whip like I'd seen his
mother use on him.  My back was hurting like hell, but it wasn't bloody.

So, yeah, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.  Yes, it hurt, but Jerod
had overreacted.  He'd been putting on a show.

"I hope I got my point across to you little shits" Tanner said after he cut
me down.  Jerod and I were sitting side by side on a lifting bench staring
down at the floor.  Both of us had tears in out eyes, but not so much from
the pain; it was from humiliation and remorse; remorse for disappointing
Tanner.  "I will not abide disobedience, but the two of you are too stupid
to realize that.  And saying you're sorry and apologizing doesn't cut it."

Jerod and I had both apologized so many times while he was working us over,
that he had finally told us to shut up under pain of: ... whatever; more
whipping maybe.  So, right now, we kept our mouths shut.

"I will not tolerate disrespect from the two of you, this is your very last
warning."  I wanted to get down on the floor and kiss his feet and beg
forgiveness, but I knew I didn't dare.  He'd already said he was sick of
our apologies, which he called half-hearted.

"Look at me" he snapped.  Naturally we'd been looking at the floor in
deference, but now we looked up into his face.  "Do you understand me?" he
growled.

"Yes, Master" we both answered at the same time.

He just stood there glaring at us for a minute or so.  Jerod and I were
sitting side by side, our arms touching and I could feel him shivering, and
I guess maybe I was too.  Yes, we were afraid.  It wasn't the punishment or
the berating from Tanner that was scaring me; it was the fear of rejection.
I was worried that Tanner might decide to dump me; dismiss me from the
'haram'.  He sounded angry enough to do just that.  And that was simply to
horrible to contemplate.  And since he could easily move back into his own
house now that both his mom and his dad were gone, he had no reason to hang
around my house and be with me anymore.

I wanted to intreat and implore and beg and plead and crawl and grovel at
his feet, repeating how sorry I was, but I couldn't; he wouldn't let me.
Of course I was crying, and so was Jerod.  I imagine he was thinking the
same way I was.

What do you do at this point?  He'd already said he was sick of our
apologies so ... what?

"Charlie, do your job" Tanner said.  That was clear enough.  I instantly
dropped to my knees and removed his shoes and socks, then his shorts and
finally his tank top, leaving him in only his bikini.  Obviously this was
something I did every day.

"Insincere apologies are not enough.  There has to be punishment" he said.
Okay, so?  He'd already done that, hadn't he?  We'd already been punished.

"Now you need to prove to me that I'm justified in keeping those mouths of
yours around.  Start with my feet."

No problemo.  I dropped my head down to his feet and started kissing, and
Jerod joined me a second later.

So, we worshiped him.  One hundred percent under his direction.  When I was
sucking Tanner's toes, Jerod was sucking his toes.  When I was kissing his
thighs, Jerod was kissing his thighs.  He let us remove his bikini with our
teeth, and when I got my tongue on his balls, Jerod's tongue was there too,
both of us lapping away.  And his prick as well: two sets of lips, two
tongues, two mouths, following Tanner's instructions precisely.

Then we moved up over his abs to those glorious slabs of pectoral muscle,
to his big rounded deltoids, to his biceps and triceps to his armpits
covering every inch of that astonishing physique.  Sometimes kissing,
sometimes sucking and sometimes licking, always at his specific direction,
each of us worshiping identically on our side of his incredible body.

So what?  Was this supposed to be more punishment?  Did Tanner think that
worshiping him was somehow going to prove that we deserved his time and
attention?  He had to know what pure pleasure this was for us.  Hell, Jerod
and I both knew what a privilege it was to be allowed to worship him, so if
this was punishment, please bring it on.  Give me more.

You can probably imagine what this was doing to me and Jerod.  There was a
puddle of pre-cum on the floor under my dick where I had been dripping.  I
was actually gasping occasionally trying to keep from getting too hot.  I
knew it would be a disaster if I shot prematurely.  After all, we were
supposed to be pleasuring Tanner, not ourselves.  We were supposed to be
showing him we were worthy of being members of his 'haram'.

When we finally worked our way back down Tanner's body to his prick, he
grabbed on to us and jacked that enormous pole between out two sets of lips
for a bit.

Anyway, you can bet we outdid ourselves as slavish fawning sycophants.

Then he pushed us away.

"You don't touch and you don't cum" Tanner said to us as he walked over to
the decline bench.  He snapped his fingers at the cop who was still
standing by the door with that goofy look on his face.  The cop jumped to
attention and rushed over.  Tanner lay back on the bench and the cop got on
his knees in front of him.

"Suck" Tanner said and the cop went at it.  Now I understood why Tanner's
still had him around, because he was an amazing cocksucker, able to take
all ten inches with almost no difficulty.  "Strip" Tanner ordered him after
a bit.  The cop tried to raise his head, but Tanner grabbed him and held
him on his dick.

It only took a couple seconds for the cop to figure it out, as he kicked
his shoes off and wiggled his way out of the shorts and underwear, keeping
Tanner's dick in his mouth.

"I said strip" Tanner repeated as he held on to the guys head, keeping a
slow up and down pump on his dick.  I told you the guy was a hunk; he had
muscle.  With Tanner's dick still in his mouth he grabbed his wifebeater
and ripped it down the front and slipped it off his shoulders.

"Slow and deep" Tanner ordered him as he let go of his head.  Obediently,
the cop started very slowly deep throating Tanner's monster.  Taking all
ten inches, holding it for a few seconds, swallowing or tonguing it or
something, and then pulling back almost to the tip.  A quick breath, and
then back down, doing it again.  This went on and on, for maybe ten
minutes.  No expression on Tanner's face at all as he watched the guy
trying to choke himself on his big whanger.  More than anything else, I
think he was amazed at the guy's ease of doing it.

Then Tanner grabbed his hair and pulled his head up off of his dick.
"Okay, climb on" he said, "facing me."

"Thank you, sir" the cop said.  Since Tanner was on the incline bench, the
cop was able to straddle the bench and Tanner both and get his ass right
over Tanner's dick.

"Thank you, sir" he repeated and grabbing Tanner's ten inch monster; lining
it up, he gently lowered himself onto it.  I had to wonder about no prep,
no spit or cream or anything, but the cop didn't seem to be worrying about
it as Tanner's big whanger eased itself into his butt.  Maybe Tanner had
already opened him up this morning, or maybe he was a real masochist,
because he didn't make a sound.  Oh, I could see the pain in his face as he
scrunched up, but he was totally silent as he lowered himself onto that big
prick.

"Thank you, sir.  Thank you, sir.  Thank you, sir, thank you, sir, think
you, sir" he said quickly under his breath.  Jesus.  That had to be
hurting.  No wonder Tanner was keeping him around.

Hey, you think I wasn't hot, my dick bobbing up and down as I watched?  I
wasn't touching it, but was just trying my damndest to keep it from
blasting off.  Jerod dick too waa bobbing up and down in excitement as he
sat there on his knees next to me.  We both knew we'd be in deep shit if we
ejaculated after Tanner told us we couldn't.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaa" the cop finally groaned as he sank down on Tanner's
enormous dick.  I don't know how many times Tanner had fucked him in the
past 24 hours, but that had to hurt to take that big dick dry like that.
He was gasping for breath and panting frantically, but still kept
whispering "thank you, sir" like a mantra, under his breath.

"Move it, baby.  I'm ready to fuck" Tanner said.  The guy had hesitated,
trying to adjust to the monster up his butt, but now he pushed harder,
sinking all the way down on it.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaa" he groaned again as he finally reached bottom.  I grabbed my
dick, but then remembered Tanner's directive and let go.  "Thank you, sir"
the cop said clearly as he looked into Tanner's eyes.  "Thank you for
letting me fuck you, sir."  Jesus.  He was not only a masochist of the
first order, but a perfect submissive too.

"Well?  Go" Tanner said, sounding exasperated.  "Do it."  The cop slowly,
very slowly, pulled up and then sank back down on the big piece of meat.

But now Tanner had evidently reached the limit if his patience, because he
grabbed the guy by the shoulders and rammed his hips upwards, forcing his
dick in deep and slamming his crotch against the guys ass.

"SIR" the guy screamed.  Yeah, screamed.  That must have really hurt.
"SIRRRRRRR", he screamed again.  Tanner wiggled his hips, reaming the guy
out good before pulling back and slamming in again.  "SIRRRRRRR" the guy
screamed once more.

"Now, go, damn it" Tanner growled.

"Yes, sir.  Yes sir" he said as he now began to raise his ass up and down
on Tanner's prick.  Starting and then quickly beginning to pick up speed.

Tanner was lying on the incline bench which the guy was straddling him with
his feet on the floor, giving Tanner's prick perfect access to his ass.
"Move it" Tanner snapped and the guy really started bouncing up and down.

I was beginning to guess what Tanner had in mind here.  He said he had to
punish us, so was this the punishment?  He'd had us worship his body and
get so hot we could hardly stand it and now he's making us watch this hot
cop fuck himself on his enormous shaft, and he wasn't letting us jerk off.
My dick was so hard, and I was so fucking hot, that I could barely hold on.
This was not just punishment, this was sheer torture.

"Yeah, that's it" Tanner groaned at the cop, beginning to get hot.  "Go,
go, go."

The look on the cop's face had clearly changed from one of pain to one of
lust as he stared into Tanner's eyes.  No doubt about it, a look of lust
and adoration.  I imagine it was still hurting, but if it was I bet he was
exulting in the pain.  "Thank you, sir" he repeated again.

As I expected, at the last minute, Tanner grabbed him by the waist and
started slamming him down as he rammed his crotch up to meet him, forcing
his dick in as far as possible.  That's pure Tanner.  When he gets hot he
has to take control.

"Yes, yes, yes" he groaned as he started to shoot.  I felt my dick throb,
and was suddenly frightened, remembering that Tanner told us not to cum.
He ordered us not to cum.  Closing my eyes, I started thinking of a
female's pussy; I tried to imagine licking it which was the biggest turn
off I could possibly think of, trying to cool myself down.  I guess it
worked because I caught it just in time, with my dick actually throbbing
and bouncing up and down.  It was a close call and I had a lot of pre-cum
pooled in front of me.  But I did not ejaculate.

When I opened my eyes I saw the cop had leaned down and was smothering
Tanner with kisses all over his face and his neck . He was still murmuring
`thank you, sir' over and over as he kissed.  I also noticed that he had
cum, leaving a puddle on Tanner's chest.

I glanced over at Jerod and saw that he hadn't cum either, but his dick was
sticking up like a flag pole just like mine.

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Tanner ignored us as he and the cop got themselves semi-dressed; shorts and
shoes.  Tanner gave the cop a big long kiss and then said: 'see you
Thursday' as he sent him on his way.  That surprised me because Tanner had
told me that the 'haram' was closed, and he didn't want anyone else added
to the group.  But now it seemed he was adding the cop.  And the cop wasn't
even a kid; he was old.  He wasn't as old as Mr. Carson but he had to be at
least in his mid twenties, much older than the rest of us

As the cop left, Tanner walked over to us, and just stood there, hands on
hips, just frowning down at us.  He didn't say anything for a couple
minutes, which felt like forever.

Tanner had put his shorts on, but we were still there on our knees, naked
except for out collars, waiting to see what he was going to do next.  We
were apprehensive, to say the least.  Our dicks had gone soft now, but
Tanner could see that neither of us had ejaculated, so I assumed we were
safe.  I hoped he was through punishing us, but he was making me very
nervous as he just stood there staring.

"Was that fun?" he asked.  There was a long pause as we looked up at him.

What the fuck?  What in the hell was that supposed to mean?  Did we have
fun?  Did he really ask that?  Was he really asking if we enjoyed being
cuffed, strung up and whipped?  Was he asking if we enjoyed being punished
for disobedience?

The look on his face changed slowly, very slowly from a frown to a smile.
I mean, as we watched we saw his lips, delibertly in slow motion, curl up
into a smile and then a sparkle appeared in his eyes.  And, very slowly,
that unfathomable smile turned into a big grin.

"I enjoyed it" he said.

I was shocked, and I was sure Jerod was too.  Was this supposed to be fun?
Scaring the crap out of us and beating the shit out of us as well?  This
was fun?  I don't doubt he enjoyed beating us up because that's just
Tanner, but were we supposed to enjoy it too?

"All that time with my mom" he said, "I wondered what it would be like to
dish it out instead of receiving it."  I was already shocked, but now I was
even more shocked.

"Tanner?  What?" I blurted out.  I had no clue what to say to him.

"Yeah, I had to try it out" he said, and he actually giggled.  "And you
guys gave me a perfect opportunity."

I could hardly believe what I was hearing.  This was all a game for him.
All that anger Tanner portrayed was a put-on.  He laughed aloud at the
shocked looks on our faces.

"Yeah, it was fun" he laughed.  "And we're going to do this again.  We're
definitely going to be doing this again."

"Tanner, how could you?" I said in exasperation.  Hell yes I was
exasperated.  Not only exasperated, but angry.  "How could you?"  He just
laughed.  Jerod just sat there with his mouth hanging open, not saying a
word.

"All this good shit my mom collected, it'd be a shame not to use it" Tanner
laughed.

"Tanner, this was not a game" I said.  Actually, I shouted. "This was not
fun."  I was furious.

"It was fun if I say it was fun" he answered, still showing that big grin.
"And watch your mouth."  That's when I caught myself and realized I'd let
my temper get away from me.  Jesus, not again.  I instantly felt contrite
and embarrassed, my anger dissipating instantly.  And I was immediately
apprehensive.

"Yes, of course, Tanner, sir" I said softly, hoping he hadn't taken
offense.  He stared at me for a moment, making me nervous, but he did not
stop grinning.

"You're going to enjoy it as much as I do" he said.  "I'll see to it."

"Yes, sir" Jerod said.  I didn't say anything.

"Oh, by the way, there's one more thing" Tanner said and he just waited.  I
didn't know what he was waiting for but the pause went on and on as we
looked up at him.

Jerod was quicker on the draw than I was.  "Thank you, sir" he said.
Tanner's grin increased.

"For what?" he asked.

"Thank you, for .. for ... for punishing me.  For correcting me" Jerod
answered hesitantly.  Tanner looked at me.

My anger was entirely gone, out like a light, and I was worried about his
reaction to my stupid outburst.  I bent down and kissed his foot, his shoe.
"I'm sorry, Master" I said softly.  "Thank you for correcting me."

"Sorry for what?" he asked.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you, Master" I said and gave his foot another
kiss.

"Good.  Let's go" he said.  He grabbed each of us by the arm and pulled us
to our feet.  He leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips and then
the same with Jerod.  Then, putting his hand behind my head and holding me
there, he gave me a long, deep tongue dueling kiss.  He wasn't mad at me.

I melted of course.  I always do when Tanner gives me one of those super
charged kisses.  As he pulled away he stared into my eyes from only inches
away.  "Tell me you enjoyed it" he murmured softly.  I was tongue tied at
first.  Did I enjoy it?  Did I?  I was frightened the whole time, thinking
he was serious about kicking us out.  But in retrospect?  Tanner says he
enjoyed it.  Did that mean I had to enjoy it too?  "Tell me you enjoyed
your Master's little game" Tanner said.  His hand was still behind my head,
so he now pulled me in and kissed me on the nose and then on the forehead.
Did I say I already melted in his arms?  Of course I did.

"Yes, Master" I swooned.  Yes, I swooned.  God, I loved him.  "Yes, Master.
I loved it" I said.  Tanner was simply magnificent, and so compassionate.
He gave me another long kiss on the lips.

Then he turned to Jerod and repeated everything.  Same everything, the
kisses and the questions and more kisses.  And, of course, he got the same
result.  Jerod said he loved it.

Did we love it?  Of course not, but what do you say?  What do you say to
your Master?  What do you say to someone that you love with all your heart
and soul?  Right now the relief was so great, the relief that he wasn't mad
and everything was going to be okay, that it overcame any fear we may have
had previously.

"We'll try out some of these other things another time" Tanner said as he
looked around the room at his mom's collection of sex toys.  I actually
shivered.  Yes, I shivered; but not in fear; no, not in fear: in
excitement.  Yes, I was already over the fear I had when I thought he was
being serious.  Now that I knew he was doing it for his own pleasure, doing
it because he enjoyed it, I found the idea very exciting.  Hell, I could
deal with anything if I knew that's what Tanner wanted, that he was
reveling in it.  I wanted to be his boytoy.  I wanted him to use me; to
take his pleasure from me in any way he wished.

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Now, to another issue.

As Tanner's best bud, I've been trying to define Tanner's personality for
the longest time now.  I would like to try to explain him as I understand
him.  How he can be a bully and also god-like at the same time.  I mean,
I've known him for a several months now, and I'm with him almost every damn
minute, so I should be figuring out what makes him tick.  If anybody
understands him it should be me, since I'm his best bud; his best friend.
I don't pretend to be a psychologist or a psychiatrist but I'm not stupid
either, nor am I unobservant.

I'm going try to be dispassionate about this, and just tell you the long
and the short of it; from an insider's perspective.

I've called Tanner a god with special powers of persuasion, command and
seduction.  But that is a cop-out, a simplification that doesn't explain
anything.

Standing back where you are and trying to evaluate Tanner, you may think he
is indifferent and unsympathetic, even cold and uncaring sometimes, but
that is not true.  Well, it's not completely true anyway.

Tanner dominates and fucks guys purely for his own pleasure, that's true.
That's fact number one.  But his gaydar is so perfect that he knows, he
knows positively, that the guys he picks want to be dominated; they want
him to use them.  They want to be used, but they just don't know it yet, so
he has to show them; he has to reveal it to them.  He clearly knows that
after a little coaxing they will wallow in the excitement of his domination

So why is it that Tanner beats up all the guys when he fucks them the first
time?  Why does he do that if he knows from the very beginning that they
are going to be his perfect little bootlickers?  I mean, after he picks
them out, he beats the shit out of them, turning them into cringing
sycophants, and then he fucks them.  And he's definitely not gentle about
it either.  Why does he do that?

Why?  I can tell you why.  For the sheer joy of it.  He loves showing his
power and strength and fighting ability, and he can only do that when the
guys fight back.  I think subduing and raping a hunky guy, a virgin hunky
guy, is simply euphoria for Tanner.  Sheer bliss, beyond measure.  That's
what he lives for.

Yes, he is a bully; he loves beating people up.  But his only chance to do
it at its best, is the first time he picks a guy up, because they all
become wimpy worshipers after that first time.  Yes, all of them.  Always.
After only one session with Tanner they all become fawning little
ass-kissers.  But that ain't a bad thing, being Tanner's ass-kisser; that's
just the way it is.

So he whips their asses, humiliates them, and rapes them, making it
abundantly clear from the very beginning that he is completely, positively
in charge; and they are nothing more than receptacles for his dick.  You
may think that that is cold and calculated and maybe it is, but if he
drives his superiority into their skulls that first time, he'll never get a
peep out of them again.

Oh I know Tanner's into punishment; he punishes me all the time for real or
imagined slights.  But that's punishment, minor corrections, not at all
like kicking a guys ass to the point of complete and total capulation,
turning him into a cringing sycophant.

But please understand, he doesn't take away their self respect, just the
opposite.  You have to remember that Tanner is very, very picky.  The guys
he picks out are absolutely stunning, with beautiful faces and bodies being
built into perfection.  Tanner picks nothing but the very best.  Any one of
his boys would stand out in a crowd anywhere at anytime.

So Tanner actually builds their self image at the same time he is showing
his own superiority, making it clear to them how special they are to him,
and what an honor it is to be picked by him.  This is where those god-like
abilities of his come into play, because he is absolutely convincing about
his own excellence and perfection, but at the same time he also builds up
their own self-esteem, letting them know they are really special to him,
and therefore superior to the rif-raf around them.  Definitely superior,
second only to Tanner himself.

The main thing to remember is that he is not mean.  The truth is, I don't
think a bully has to be mean.  Tanner can be rough; hell, he is rough, he
likes rough sex.  Even with his most fawning lackeys, Tanner can be rough
and demanding when he fucks them.  But there is another side to him when
he's with one of his haram members, one of his regular boytoys.  Showing
through Tanner's roughness and domination, is a clear understanding of his
compassion and his respect.  Yes, respect.  He makes it very clear that if
he didn't respect us, he wouldn't keep us around.

Now, about Tanner's vanity.  With complete justification, he is unabashedly
vain about his movie star good looks and his body, his perfect body, and he
loves to be worshiped.  He delights in having a tongue or tongues go over
his body, lapping away while he preenes and flexes those gorgeous muscles
of his.  I've seen him lie down for an hour or more letting one of his
worshipers have their way with him.  He's let me do it twice and I can tell
you, there's nothing more thrilling.

So, anyway, if Tanner has some kind of godlike abilities, or if he simply
has a very strong overpowering personality, the fact is, he has created
this 'haram' of converts that he has personally picked to be of service to
him.  Similar to a 'cult' this 'haram' is held together by the strength of
Tanner's personality. However, just as the name 'haram' implies, its sole
purpose is to serve Tanner's needs; not only his needs, but his sexual
desires as well.

With Tanner, this is well beyond any personality cult.  This a group of
dedicated slaves; yes, slaves, competely under his charismatic spell and
dedicated to him as their Master, giving him their complete adoration and
worship.

And they (we) are more than willing to serve his every need.

Damn, we're lucky to be a part of this.  And, me, Charlie.  I'm the
luckiest one of all.

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As always, I encourage you, my readers, to send me your comments.  That's
the only thing that keeps me going and lets me know that all of this is
worth my while.

Duane

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