Date: Sun, 15 Jan 2012 14:33:30 -0500
From: Dawson Spear <dawson.spear@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter 13 The Cop

From Chapter 12

I got one of the large pads and put it down on the bed.  The doctor had
told me what to ask for at the pharmacy and had given me written
instructions.  I was to take a dump onto one of the pads and then to take a
piece of my shit no less than an inch long and at least one inch across and
to put it into one of the boxes.  I was to do this for three consecutive
days.  This was a first as I lay on the bed, naked, pulled my legs up,
tucked the pad under me and started to push.  Gradually I felt the stool
come down my track and begin the opening of my anus and onto the pad.  It
was at that moment that Chris walked out of the bathroom, looked up and saw
me looking over at him while I took a shit on the bed.  His face was a
picture to say the least.

He was perfect, and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yes there is as a matter of fact there is."

Chapter 13

From Charles Green's point of view.

"I want you to go into the kitchen and get a knife and fork."

Chris simply stood there with a look of disbelief on his face.  He said,
"Do what?"

"You heard me.  Go into the kitchen and get a knife and fork and come back
in here.  There is something I want you to do."

Chris continued to stand there, and I pointed towards the kitchen and
snapped my fingers.  He moved and went into the kitchen and came back with
a knife and fork; as I looked at him he had tears flowing down his face.

"Get up here on the bed with me and kneel facing me."

Chris stood there shaking his head and said, "No, I can't do this. I won't
do this."

"Chris get up on the bed now."  Slowly Chris got up on the bed.

I said, "I want you to take the knife and fork and to cut off a piece that
is about one inch long."

"I can't do it.  I won't do it."

Chris was staring at the turd that I had pushed out.  It was about 6 inches
long, kind of a dark green and firm.  There was nothing mushy or soft about
it.  I said, "Chris, look at me."

His stare was blank, and there were tears running down his cheeks, but he
looked me in the eye, when I said, "Chris you were doing so well.  You had
proceeded so quickly and now you are fucking it all up.  I have told you to
trust me and you are not trusting me.  The problem is that when you defy me
I have to increase the anti; I have to make you do things that I never had
any intention of making you do, because you have to be broken, and when
broken then rebuilt into a sub that is totally dependent upon his dominate
partner."

"You have now defied me not once but twice.  That means that I have to
strip you he further; I have to demean you because instead of doing what
you are told to do, and trusting me absolutely to protect you, you
consider, think about, and doubt the trust that is supposed to exist.
Therefore, what I had planned for you to do, you will do; but when that
chore is done then you will be punished and regretfully that punishment
will be exponentially more demeaning, more debased, raunchy, disgusting and
terrible than had you simply carried out my original instructions."

"You need to make a decision now: either you carry out my instructions to
the letter or you get out.  You need to accept that I am "all in" to use a
poker phrase.  You need to either be all in or all out.  Decide now; use
your safe word and leave or pick up the knife and fork."

From Chris Parry's point of view.

 I could not believe he wanted me to take a knife and fork, cut off a piece
and eat it.  I had a choice, either do what he said or to get out.  What
was I going to do?

Not believing that I was doing it, I reached down and picked up the knife
and fork and looked up at him.  He said to me, "Look at this piece of paper
from the doctor's office, and read it out loud."

I put the knife and fork in my left hand and reached over the turd and took
the paper from him and read: "Using one of the large pads from the pharmacy
put it flat on the floor or the bed and tuck it in under your buttocks.
Then lying on your back have a bowel movement.  It is important that the
specimen not go into the toilet or is otherwise contaminated in some
manner. If your movement is soft or runny use a spoon, but if it is firm,
then a knife and fork work best.  Obtain a piece about one inch long and
using the spoon/knife/fork pick up the one inch portion and put it in the
card board box and fasten the top.  Be sure to write the date on the top
and put in the refrigerator."  I stopped reading and looked up to see
Charles holding out one of the three boxes, with a pen.

I picked up the knife and fork, cut off a piece and put it in the box.  I
took the pen and wrote the date on the box.  He told me, "Now put it in the
refrigerator."

I did so and came back into the room and looked at him.  Again tears were
running down my cheeks.  He lay there and said, "Feel better now?"

"Charles will you forgive me?"

"That is not the issue; the issue is are you going to accept the
consequences for defying me twice?  Your problem is that I cannot allow you
to defy me; not even a little; not even after you have done so well.  Your
will must be broken and I am going to break you or you are going to
leave. If I don't then our splitting in the future will be that much
worse."

"I warned you that you were fucking up; warned you that you were messing up
big time and you paid no attention.  Instead of trusting me, you followed
your own instincts and thought that I wanted you to eat my shit.  My plan
was for you to cut off the piece of shit, put it in the box and then to
take the balance on the pad, put it in the toilet and flush it.  Then you
defied me.  The price of poker just went up."  So the question is are you
going to do what I tell you or are you leaving?  You need to give me your
answer."

"Before you give me your answer, let's review some things so as to put
everything in perspective.  If you think about what has happened in the
last 30 hours a lot has transpired and we have accomplished far more that I
had ever hoped that we could accomplish."

"First, the stage was set quite by accident.  If your Sargent had not told
you to set me up we may never have met.  But he did and as a result you
were introduced to male sex, something that you were opposed to but had
nothing to base that opposition upon.  Once having tried it you fretted
over it and worried about it for almost two months; your worry was
justified as you were so susceptible to man on man sex that you begged me
not to allow you to cum hands free."

"Second, at dinner last night when you sat down you put your knee up
against mine and left it there.  You had to be sending me a message, and
that message was that in the time between our first mating and then, when
you lay in bed thinking about what we had done, you would run your fingers
along the crack in your ass and then sniff the scent of your juices, your
slime that your body produced to get to me.  You think I am joking?  The
reason that I fucked you in the front hall tonight was that your scent was
so strong in the car I could not control myself."

"Do you remember last night when we were on the sofa making out and I put
my hands up your pants and fingered your pussy?  Do you remember how wet
you were?  You were just as wet as any woman I have fucked?  Do you
remember what I asked you before I put my dick in you last night for the
first time about your wanting me to do it and what would happen when I
did?"

"I have not hidden anything from you. I told you that I was going to
destroy the old you and make you into something new, alive, honest, and
real.  We are not done but I can tell you the trip is not much longer."

From Chris Parry's point of view.

I really fucked up this time.  There it was in writing as to what was to be
done and instead of trusting him I panicked.  I would not fuck up any more.
"I am staying.  Please tell me what I have to do and I will do it."

"Really?  You don't know what it is that I am going to tell you to do."

"It does not matter.  My problem was that I did not trust you; I jumped to
a conclusion and I am not going to repeat the mistake."

"Are you really willing to go all in?  I am telling you now that it is not
going to be pleasant. As I told you at the beginning I will not let you be
hurt.  If you do the first thing you will have to make a decision entirely
on your own as to the second."

"I am not sure what you mean, but that does not matter.  Please tell me
what you want me to do so that I can earn your forgiveness and demonstrate
my submission to you."

"Very well.  I want you to crawl up the bed, lean over, take the rest of
the turd in your mouth, first using your lips and then hold it in your
teeth and take it into the bathroom and put it in the toilet.  Flush the
toilet and come back in here.  You are not to wipe your lips or spit.  Do
it now."

I never gave it a thought; I bent over and picked up the turd that was
about 5 inches long in my lips.  I could feel it sticking out either side
of my lips as it was longer than my lips were wide.  I tiled my head back
so as to hold the turd and to keep it from dropping gripped it in my teeth.
I tried to do so gently as I did not want to bite it in two.  I got up off
the bed and took it in the bathroom and disposed of it as instructed. I
immediately came back into the bedroom and got back up on the bed.

"I am sorry Master.  Please forgive me.  I can't live without you; I don't
want to live without you."

"Oh I have forgiven you; I forgave you the instant that you obeyed me.
Your problem now is you have to forgive yourself, and that is what I meant
when I said that you would have to make a decision entirely on your own. I
want you to sit there and contemplate your punishment.  The punishment
should not only convey your apology, but and more importantly demonstrate
your subservience and willingness to submit."

Charles then dropped the other shoe.  He continued, "I had thought that
once I broke you down so that you obeyed me without hesitation it would not
be necessary for you to come out at your job.  Such is not the case.  I
don't think that you are able to be in the closet at work and in public the
rest of the way.  Therefore, when you go to work on Monday and make the
changes about your benefits, payroll deposit and other job related items,
you will also tell them of your change of address, and you will tell your
supervisors that you are a homosexual and that you are now living with and
are life partner of a black man."

"Now if you are willing to make an open declaration of your new lifestyle,
then you need to figure out some demonstrative act or acts that will make
it very clear to me that regardless of what I tell you to do, regardless of
how demeaning, how gross, how sick, how repulsive, that you will do it,
smile and thank me for telling you to do it."

I sat there for a moment thinking what I could do.  Charles lay there on
the bed, the pad still under him, naked, his soft cock, lying over his
thigh, his balls hanging down between his legs, full of cum and strength.
What could I do to demonstrate my subservience, my trust and my submission
to him?

I had fucked up because I thought that he had wanted me to eat his shit.
It was obvious that he had not because all he had me do was to carry it to
the bathroom.  Could I meet him half way?  My act had to demonstrate my
feelings and submission.  A light bulb went off in my head, and I asked
him, "Master..."

He interrupted me, saying, "Chris, look at me.  I want you to look at me
when you speak to me.  We are at the end; either you are in or you are out.
What I am saying to you Chris is that I love you; I want to be your partner
for the rest of our lives; it won't be easy for either of us, but we can
and will have a good life together that can be fulfilling to the both of
us.  Me giving and you taking, and as a result of your taking you will give
to me something that cannot be bought -- uncontrolled and unlimited
trust.  For the rest of the evening you call me Charles.  What you do now
is final.  The reason that I want some demonstrative act rather than words
is that an act is symbolic and a words are just that -- cheap.  I have
told you that I want you.  Now what were you saying?"

"Charles, could my penance be two things?"

"They can be whatever you want them to be."

I crawled up the bed towards him; I lifted his legs putting them up in the
air spreading them apart and opening him up.  He had not moved after taking
the shit and I could not tell how much residue had been left, but it did
not matter.  I took a deep breath and leaned down and started to clean my
master.  I slobbered, licked and sucked on his pucker trying to get my
tongue inside him.  Was it pleasant?  Hell no.  Did I realize that there
were some clumps of his shit stuck to the hair around his hole?  Yes.  Did
I clean them up?  Yes.  Was there some residue left in his crack?  Yes.
Did I enjoy it?  That is a damn good question, and I don't pretend that I
want to eat shit, but if he tells me to then there must be a reason for his
telling me to do it.  What you must keep in mind is that what I have
committed to or what I am doing as a demonstration of my commitment is that
I won't question why he tells me to do something, his very telling me to do
it is sufficient; I have sufficient trust in him to accept his decision.
After 5 or so minutes, I put his legs down, and looked him in the eye.
"When a man takes a shit he usually has to pee.  You have not gotten off
the bed since you shit."  I picked up his cock and put it in my mouth and
looked him in the eye.  I felt the trickle start and then I was frantically
swallowing my man's urine.

When he was done I swallowed the last drops and said to him, "I am all in.
I promise you that I will do what you say, when you say, how you say, all
without question or hesitation.  I commit to you as your slave, your
servant, your partner.  Please don't reject me.  Please assure me that you
will keep me."

Charles opened his arms to me, kissed me, rolled me over onto my stomach,
turned off the lights, and inserted his cock into me. He was on top of me
his legs surrounding me and his arms holding me.