Tate's life never goes as he plans
But, while Matt was in the bathroom preparing for another night in partial bondage next to his Sir, Tate received a call from Marco -- asking him to start work the next day. Marco Prime (his name is now Alessio) has already been wiped, they're trying to assemble the full team, they need people to start work ASAP. Tate had already taken time to decide, now he's decided, so let's get on with it? Tomorrow. Ugh. Tate asked Matt to start packing a bag for a three-night stay, he was starting the 4*12 sleepover shifts tomorrow. Then he went to huddle with Alex about setting up initial parameters for Luke -- Alex said he'd complete Luke's setup before Matt wakes in the morning -- then Tate finished packing his bag, then he rejoined Matt in bed. Tough to fall asleep, but he's got to fall asleep, so he unshackled Matt so he could snuggle "normally" with his "boyfriend" and fall asleep in his warm arms.
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Up and out quickly in the morning, as Tate kissed Matt goodbye, "I'll be back late Thursday night," he ordered Matt to visit Luke in the dungeon after breakfast for his first session -- Alex will monitor the beta unit's safety and performance, so head down there and have fun! Kiss! Bye!
Matt felt like his little man was growing up too fast, and wondered why, what's the rush, why couldn't Tate have stayed 17 for a while? Tate also felt like he was growing up too fast, but, it's time. Ma's going to prison, and Tate needs to be independent of all these loveable kinky gay cyborg billionaires. Valuable to them because they need him, not because he needs them. Tate's hereditary survival instincts, learned from an adolescent's lifetime living with his mother -- this is how we survive.
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Matt had a pleasant, but brief breakfast with Alex, who assured him that everything was fine, that everybody is working together to keep their eyes on Tate while giving him the space he needs to grow, offering him a career path if he wants it, with whatever training he needs along the way.
So Matt showered and cleaned out like he would for any BDSM hookup, remained naked, and walked down to the dungeon. Alex had woken Luke, who was waiting for Matt. Luke was decked out in a hot Leather Daddy outfit, though he looks a bit young to fill out that role, and held a riding crop in his right hand. Matt was going to greet the android, but first Luke said, "No, you will only speak to me in response to me, and when you do speak you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Sir Luke'. Got that boy?"
Matt wasn't expecting this, but he didn't know what to expect either, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Let me blindfold you. Good. I'm taking you to the St. Andrew's Cross. Now stretch out your arms and legs with the cross." Facing the cross, Matt felt Luke binding his arms and legs competently and securely. "Open your mouth for a gag. Good boy."
Now blindfolded, gagged, and bound by an android, Matt strangely felt as though this were entirely normal, as though he'd been picked up at the Black Eagle in Toronto by a hot young Sir who was all business and knew well what they both wanted.
"I'm going to lube your ass and put a butt plug in it, you should find it challenging but not painful. If you find it painful you will slap the cross with both of your hands three times in quick succession." And, yup, it was challenging but not painful.
Luke's voice is deep and focused, matter-of-fact, but not uncaring. He sounds far more practiced and competent than Matt had expected. Matt hasn't had an orgasm in many days now, he's still caged -- he'd hoped to have some unlocked cock time with Tate during the next two weeks! So he's feeling horny and frustrated, but also, he's hooking up with this hot Daddy from the Black Eagle right now, heh.
Then the riding crop begins to explore Matt's back side -- his butt cheeks, his thighs, even his balls, though with less force. Ouch! His lower back. Much of his backside begins to sting. His balls again! The butt plug continues to challenge his hole. He can't swallow his saliva with this gag in place, it starts dripping from the corners of his mouth onto his chest.
A short break, he can hear Luke futzing with stuff. Then a sturdy paddle crashes into his ass, forcing him to moan through the gag. "Remember," Luke reminded him, "Three slaps on the cross is your 'safe word' while gagged. Nod if you understand." Matt nodded vigorously until he heard Luke say, "Good boy," as the paddle struck even harder, and then again, a thudding, then stinging, series of blows. Brief moments for breaks, when Luke would lightly caress his butt cheeks, then more powerful blows slamming into him. Far stronger than Tate had managed with his ass so far. Matt's butt would not be "red" after this scene, it would be black and blue for a week.
And, Goddess, Luke just kept going, is Matt going to use his safe word during their very first session? Aaaagh! When a Sir pushes him toward his safe word, the torture becomes even more mental than physical, more of an internal debate. Yes, this hurts like hell, but it is only pain, he's not dying, but his entire mind/body disintegrates ... cries out for this to stop ... this isn't fun, it's mean, or pointless, but Luke keeps on going. Matt cries, he tries to resist the blows, but cannot, his body goes limp, he thinks of his mother, his father, their violent deaths in front of him in the accident that almost killed him, and he slaps the cross three times.
Quickly, Luke removes the gag, the blindfold, the restraints, and then holds Matt, with tender strength, lips on his left ear, shushing him -- Matt realizes how hard he's crying -- shushing him, holding him, telling him, "It's OK, you're OK, you're with me, you're safe," as Luke picks up Matt in his arms and carries him like a small child, "Shhh, it's OK", carries him up the stairs to the bed, lays him down, and spoons him carefully from behind. "It's OK. You needed that, nobody's given you what you really needed in months. It's OK."
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Up and out quickly in the morning, as Tate kissed Matt goodbye, "I'll be back late Thursday night," he ordered Matt to visit Luke in the dungeon after breakfast for his first session -- Alex will monitor the beta unit's safety and performance, so head down there and have fun! Kiss! Bye!
Matt felt like his little man was growing up too fast, and wondered why, what's the rush, why couldn't Tate have stayed 17 for a while? Tate also felt like he was growing up too fast, but, it's time. Ma's going to prison, and Tate needs to be independent of all these loveable kinky gay cyborg billionaires. Valuable to them because they need him, not because he needs them. Tate's hereditary survival instincts, learned from an adolescent's lifetime living with his mother -- this is how we survive.
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Matt had a pleasant, but brief breakfast with Alex, who assured him that everything was fine, that everybody is working together to keep their eyes on Tate while giving him the space he needs to grow, offering him a career path if he wants it, with whatever training he needs along the way.
So Matt showered and cleaned out like he would for any BDSM hookup, remained naked, and walked down to the dungeon. Alex had woken Luke, who was waiting for Matt. Luke was decked out in a hot Leather Daddy outfit, though he looks a bit young to fill out that role, and held a riding crop in his right hand. Matt was going to greet the android, but first Luke said, "No, you will only speak to me in response to me, and when you do speak you will address me as 'Sir' or 'Sir Luke'. Got that boy?"
Matt wasn't expecting this, but he didn't know what to expect either, "Yes, Sir."
"Good boy. Let me blindfold you. Good. I'm taking you to the St. Andrew's Cross. Now stretch out your arms and legs with the cross." Facing the cross, Matt felt Luke binding his arms and legs competently and securely. "Open your mouth for a gag. Good boy."
Now blindfolded, gagged, and bound by an android, Matt strangely felt as though this were entirely normal, as though he'd been picked up at the Black Eagle in Toronto by a hot young Sir who was all business and knew well what they both wanted.
"I'm going to lube your ass and put a butt plug in it, you should find it challenging but not painful. If you find it painful you will slap the cross with both of your hands three times in quick succession." And, yup, it was challenging but not painful.
Luke's voice is deep and focused, matter-of-fact, but not uncaring. He sounds far more practiced and competent than Matt had expected. Matt hasn't had an orgasm in many days now, he's still caged -- he'd hoped to have some unlocked cock time with Tate during the next two weeks! So he's feeling horny and frustrated, but also, he's hooking up with this hot Daddy from the Black Eagle right now, heh.
Then the riding crop begins to explore Matt's back side -- his butt cheeks, his thighs, even his balls, though with less force. Ouch! His lower back. Much of his backside begins to sting. His balls again! The butt plug continues to challenge his hole. He can't swallow his saliva with this gag in place, it starts dripping from the corners of his mouth onto his chest.
A short break, he can hear Luke futzing with stuff. Then a sturdy paddle crashes into his ass, forcing him to moan through the gag. "Remember," Luke reminded him, "Three slaps on the cross is your 'safe word' while gagged. Nod if you understand." Matt nodded vigorously until he heard Luke say, "Good boy," as the paddle struck even harder, and then again, a thudding, then stinging, series of blows. Brief moments for breaks, when Luke would lightly caress his butt cheeks, then more powerful blows slamming into him. Far stronger than Tate had managed with his ass so far. Matt's butt would not be "red" after this scene, it would be black and blue for a week.
And, Goddess, Luke just kept going, is Matt going to use his safe word during their very first session? Aaaagh! When a Sir pushes him toward his safe word, the torture becomes even more mental than physical, more of an internal debate. Yes, this hurts like hell, but it is only pain, he's not dying, but his entire mind/body disintegrates ... cries out for this to stop ... this isn't fun, it's mean, or pointless, but Luke keeps on going. Matt cries, he tries to resist the blows, but cannot, his body goes limp, he thinks of his mother, his father, their violent deaths in front of him in the accident that almost killed him, and he slaps the cross three times.
Quickly, Luke removes the gag, the blindfold, the restraints, and then holds Matt, with tender strength, lips on his left ear, shushing him -- Matt realizes how hard he's crying -- shushing him, holding him, telling him, "It's OK, you're OK, you're with me, you're safe," as Luke picks up Matt in his arms and carries him like a small child, "Shhh, it's OK", carries him up the stairs to the bed, lays him down, and spoons him carefully from behind. "It's OK. You needed that, nobody's given you what you really needed in months. It's OK."