Chapter 1 - The arrival
It was an early afternoon when Mr. Jack Parker finally stopped the car. The weather was just perfect: the sun was high in the cloudless sky and the gentle breeze didn’t allow the late June’s heat to become unendurable. Instead of using the air conditioning we both had our car windows open, allowing the fresh air in. Even though we’ve been driving for over four hours I had a great time; Mr. Parker and I talked a lot about recent events in our hometown, my plans for the college, stuff we would both be doing when we arrive to our destination; in one word we had a nice conversation that allowed the time to pass by almost unnoticed. So when Mr. Parker opened the gate to his estate and parked the car in front of a large patio I felt almost disappointed that this part of vacation was over. But I didn’t even have the time to think about it; my well earned holiday was about to start and I knew it would be as wonderful as usual.
My name is Ryan Carter and I am 19 years old. With my 186 cm I consider myself a tall guy, I have short black hair and green eyes. I am also quite well built; since I like spending time outside playing basketball and football with my buddies it wasn’t difficult to create an athletic silhouette with a nice looking six pack on my abdomen. But sport wasn’t the only thing I liked; when the weather was too bad for outdoor activities I liked reading about European medieval history. It wasn’t something I would love to do as my professional career, it was more like a hobby to me. So in one of my luggage bags I had several book about the subject I intended to read.
“All right, kid. Let’s unpack the trunk and put everything to our rooms. Once we’re done with that we can go to the city to do shopping. What do you say?” Mr. Parker said as he stopped the engine and put the keys into the front pocket of his camouflage pants.
“Fine by me, Sir.” I answered with a smile.
“Would you stop that, boy? How many times do I have to tell you to call me Jack?”
“I know, but it just dous't feel right…”
“I guess I’ll give up on that…” He ruffled my hair and got off the car. I did the same.
Mr. Parker and my father both serve in the military and during the many years of working there they’ve become best friends. I’ve known him for as long as I can remember; he was our neighbor, but my Mom and Dad treated him more like a family member. So it was quite natural for him to ask me to call him uncle or by his name, but there was a strange reason I didn’t want to do so; a reason known only to me, my little secret. I was into guys, but in a very specific way: I’ve been dreaming about being dominated, kidnapped, tied up and kept prisoner by a muscular alpha jock.
When I was a teenager and started to realize about my unusual interests and leanings it soon became clear to me that Mr. Parker is exactly the guy I wanted to fulfill my dreams. He is 41 years old, but looks much younger than that. He is over 200cm tall, has a military buzz cut black hair, blue eyes and a nice light beard. He’s an alpha type guy with astonishing six pack, great broad chest and huge arm muscles. He liked walking around shirtless, so I’ve always had plenty of opportunities to admire his gorgeous physique, which of course didn’t help with getting over the crush I had on him. When I first realized what was going on I tried to avoid him, but in time I’ve learned to behave normally in his company. Although I think I never completely gave up the thought of being kidnapped by him and calling him ‘Sir’ was giving me poor substitute for what I really wanted.
“Hurry up, man! We don’t have the whole day to stand idly like that…” Mr. Parker’s rough voice pulled me out from my day dreaming.
“Be right there, Sir! I was just admiring the scenery.” I yelled and rushed to the trunk.
“I bet you were!”
Since the two of us were supposed to spend several weeks in his lodge we both had quite a lot of luggage. I grabbed my three bags, put them on the ground and helped Mr. Parker with his. When all the stuff was out of the trunk, he closed it and we both grabbed our baggage and went on the patio, where I waited patiently for the host to find the keys to the house. Using that time I looked around and took the wonderful scenery in; the lodge was in the middle of a garden with many types of trees and shrubs. The whole property was surrounded by forests and fields; a perfect place for spending the holiday.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, Ryan.” Mr. Parker said as when he found the keys, opened the front door and invited me inside.
It was a two floor, very spacious house; on the ground floor there was a huge living room with a large kitchenette. A big wooden dining table allowed six people to sit around it and enjoy the meal. On one of the walls there was a fireplace and in front of it a coffee table was standing. On both short sides of the table there were comfortable chairs and by the longer side, opposite the fireplace, there was a big leather couch. It was a place where my parents liked to sit with Mr. Parker and enjoy each other’s company. At the other side of the living room there was a small toilet.
The other part of the ground floor was something I called an entertainment corner. In the middle of the room there was another leather couch facing a wall with a huge plasma TV screen on it. Next to the couch, at both sides of it, there were two more chairs. In one of the corners there was even a pool table. I wasn’t very good at billiard, but it was a lot of fun playing it with my father and Mr. Parker. In the other corner there was a small cabinet in which my host kept his alcohol.
The last part of the ground floor was a large room, which Mr. Parker turned into a small gym. There were different types of dumb-bells, an exercise bench with barbells, an exercise bicycle and some other equipment like a pull-up bar. Since Mr. Parker was a great enthusiast of working out and keeping fit I knew he would be using this place a lot and ask me to join him to build up some more muscles.
Mr. Parker and I went upstairs with our luggage. There were several bedrooms there and my host told me to pick one of them. I chose the one I usually stayed in when I was visiting and put my stuff there. Mr. Parker dragged his bags to his own room. When he was busy with unloading his stuff I used the bathroom which was next to my bedroom. Then I lied on the bed and started thinking how great it would be if my mother and father could be there with me. Unfortunately, my Mom passed away due to a serious kidney infection and my Dad wasn’t able to get a leave.
“Too lazy to unpack?” Mr. Parker was standing in the door looking at me with a smile on his face.
“Yeah, I’ll do it when we get back, Sir.”
“Let’s get going then. The sooner we go, the sooner we’ll be back, kid.”
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