Hey everyone.
contrary to what you thought I did not vanish! Just took a while to get this out, i apologise.
Hope you enjoy it
Part 10
Every few seconds Steve would shift in his prison, the cold grasp of steel around his wrists never budging, the rough hemp on his ankles scratching at the red skin, the smoothness of the leather around his neck sticky with sweat.
He had completely lost track of time, but he never even dozed off, his mind was too active, with this realisation that he could bring Mike’s entire world crumbling back down like ten years ago with a single word, made him feel like a King. A bound and gimpy king, but a king nonetheless. He was determined to use his newfound power to leverage his position for the coming days.
He mulled it over as to how far he would push it, fuck this felt good. He was definitely a dom, this power went straight to his head and he loved it. On the polar opposite the guilt and the admiration he had slowly grown in the past couple of days towards Mike as his master was vanishing like fog before the sun.
Exactly his mind became clearer, as the fog of submission lifted.
He even felt as though the bondage didn’t feel so bad anymore, he was getting out of this. He was going to have Mike in his clutches before this day was done.
The key turned and Steve heard Mike coming into the basement.
The hood was peeled of his face as the lights were still flickering on.
Mike looked like a vision. His 6 foot frame was lean, his muscles glistening ever so slightly, he must’ve just finished some exercising. He was wearing a black compression short with white ankle socks. Steve found his mind drifting for the first time, there was some magnetic urge to… no I need to stay on mission.
He carried a bowl in his hands and was eating breakfast. Mike propped himself onto the table and sat there eating his cereal in silence. Watching Steve watch him. Neither one wanted to make the first move, they considered it a sign of weakness.
Is he really still defiant thought Mike to himself as he chewed his cereal. I was sure I had him last night. He locked eyes with Steve trying to find the submissive boy he left in the basement a few hours back.
I will not cave, I hold the power. Steve kept repeating this line in his head. Hardly blinking and staring intently at Mike.
“Well, well, well. Good morning Bubba. Seems like we have a little standoff. Remember I told you last night not to let that tantrum get into your head.” the gaze never broke, “What are you thinking?”
The room fell back into silence as the two studs continued their staring match.
After about ten minutes Mike hopped off the table and headed out of the room. He was back soon holding Steve’s phone. Steve twitched his fingers, but his gaze and his face stayed rigid.
“So today is a very important day Bubba, I am going to reach out to everyone who might start to get worried about you. I hope I can imitate you well enough to sell it.” With that he unlocked the phone.
“10 new messages,” Mike giggled, “is that all, you disappear for two days and only 10 people are wondering where you are. Oh that’s sad.”
Mike opened the messages one by one and read them to Steve then proceeded to type an appropriate response and added that Steve had the best time at the reunion and that he met someone and he was staying here for a couple of extra weeks.
Steve was starting to lose it. He held the power but it certainly did not feel like it. If only he could talk, if only he could open his mouth and use his words to destroy Mike.
Just as he was about to lose hope Mike stepped closer to him.
“Bubba, I know exactly what’s going through your mind. You can’t fool me.” He whispered in an icy tone. “This is what I think of your newfound power.” Sarcasm dripped off the last word.
Mike pulled at the tape encircling Steve’s head. Peeling the layers back one at a time, and finally unbuckling the ball gag.
Steve was still silent, he was formulating his next statement very carefully.
As he opened his mouth to speak, Mike cut him off.
“Well why don’t you just go ahead and say it and see what happens.”
Steve was slightly flustered but didn’t show it. He was determined.
“Mike I realise your entire world can tumble down with a single…”
“Damn it Steve, don’t fuck around. Say it and see what happens. I dare you. You have no power here.”
It was too much for Steve, he thought he had his nerves under control but he didn’t and before he completely comprehended he shouted out, “Peanuts”.
There was a tense silence as the code word lingered on the ears of the two young men.
“Was something magical supposed to happen?” asked Mike.
Steve growled, he felt his false power slip away very fast.
“Peanuts”
Mike stepped closer and pulled down his compression shorts revealing a hard dick.
“Peanuts” whispered Steve seconds before Mikes 6 inch wood was thrust into his mouth.
Mike grabbed a hand of hair and slowly and deliberately proceeded to fuck Steve’s mouth. He looked down and softly spoke, “Did you honestly think some pact made by two teenage boys was still valid. You are more delusional than you think Bubba. I am in control. I own your ass, I own your mouth, I own your dick, I own you. I own you. I own you.” Mike repeated this as he pulsed his cock in and out of Steve’s mouth.
He spilled his juice a couple of seconds later not pulling out. He forced Steve to swallow his man seed.
Steve was utterly broken. He looked up at Mike with sorrow in his eyes.
“There you go. That’s the feeling. That is what I felt. Wind out of your sails. World ending.”
Mike peeled off his ankle socks and shoved them into Steve’s mouth. There was zero resistance. Mike could sense the utter defeat and he felt sorry for his boy, he truly knew the emotions Steve was experiencing.
But he knew this was the moment. This was rock bottom. What followed was building his boy. Moulding his partner into everything they both wanted. He reapplied the ballgag. But first a little more time, for the defeat to become concrete. Mike wrapped tape around Steve’s head and replaced the hood.
Steve hung limp in his prison. He was defeated. He had this trump card up his sleeve but it just blew up in his face, literally. He was broken. Any ounce of hope was now destroyed. The fog of submission came back thicker than ever, his mind was clouded, he accepted that he was just property of Mike.
The door lock turned and he knew he was alone once more.
Alone with his thoughts.
Alone in his prison.
Alone in his emotions.
Any idea he had previously put together about how Mike must have felt dimmed in comparison to how he felt right now. This was horrible. And there was only one way, only one person that could make it better. Mike.
Steve realised now this was what he wanted. Until five minutes back all he wanted was to get out of here, to leave Mike broken again. But feeling like he felt now all he wanted was to hold Mike and tell him sorry and that he never needed to feel like this again.
Steve made a conscious decision right there to be the best he could be for Mike. He would be happy to serve his high school lover. It would be them against the world. In his broken state he had a new hope, a new reason to live.
Mike must have gone to work as the morning dragged by.
Steve was left to wallow in his pity for many hours.
Was that the front door, he piqued his ears and tried to listen carefully.
“Hey Mike” he faintly heard someone calling for Mike.
Seconds creeped by as Steve’s body tensed. He wondered who was looking for Mike.
His entire demeanour changed when he heard the basement door unlock.
What was this, Steve thought this was Mikes secret space.
“Fuuuuck, he actually did it. Mike actually went through with it. That is amazing. This is the best thing ever. Hello Stevey.”