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That brought him to the third task— buying all the lovely replacements. He spent hours, and a good deal of money, ordering wonderful items from his favorite websites. All of it to be sent priority mail. Thank god for the internet.

Lastly, he cleaned the playroom. Dust was a blanket on everything. James did not allow Susan, his cook and housekeeper, in here and he was an indifferent chambermaid at best. By Thursday night, the room was ready. The smells of lemon and leather gave James a sense of rightness. At this point in his life and with this reporter, it was going to work. He was ready.

James had given a great deal of thought to this first three-day session. The point of the exercise for Carl was the printable story and he knew he could get away with a few mild games that would make the writer happy and call it good. Yet, for himself, this was a chance to test his premise— dominance, done correctly, took the submissive partner on a journey of self-discovery. It did not matter if Carl was not naturally submissive. As long as he kept an open mind and was willing to trust James to take care of him, he would follow where James led.

So, the question remained. How hard could he push Carl during this ‘honeymoon’ period? Too hard and his boy would bolt. Too easy and he would be doing both of them a disservice. He glanced at his watch just as a beep sounded on the security panel behind him. The time for second-guessing was over. Carl was here.

James once more admired the dark good looks of the man who entered his den. Soon, all that Italian muscle and temperament would be his and he was eager to start as he waved Carl to one of the chairs by the windows. Grabbing his folder and a journal, he joined him.

“Hello, Carl. I'm surprised you didn't call to cancel or bombard me with questions.” They shook hands and James sat. “I am pleased too, of course.”

“Hi, James. I wanted to. Bombard you with questions, that is. I had no intention of canceling.” He held out a set of papers. “The blood tests and physical you asked for. I am in fine shape except for the cholesterol.” He gave a shrug.

“We'll get that down.” He was amused to see Carl's’ eyes widen. “My test results for you.” He handed them over along with the journal. “I realize you have your notebook to jot things down for the article, but this book is for you. Here, your personal observations of our time together are yours alone.”

“Thank you. Gee, I didn't get you anything.” The cheeky grin delighted him because it showed Carl was comfortable in his home.

He smiled back and then grew serious. “You are about to give me everything, Carl. Make no mistake— I will never take that gift lightly.” He cleared his throat and gave him one more set of papers. “This is the contract I drew up. Most of it is standard fair for a Dom/sub agreement, but there are a few things unique to us that I need to explain.”

Carl looked down at the papers and frowned. “I think you'll have to explain the whole thing. This is all new to me.”

“Right, sorry. Usually, a contract is for those who want to live the life twenty-four/seven. Because you're new to this and we will be essentially living together three days a week, I thought a contract appropriate.”

“Okay.”

“You, the submissive, agree to satisfy my wants and desires by offering your time, skills and sincerity. You will allow me to have unlimited use of your body anytime, any place and in front of anyone during the times specified in this contract.”

“Whoa! I didn't agree to that. You can't just up and... ”

“Let me finish, Carl. I understand your concerns, believe me, and I will get to them.”

“Fine. Sure.” The younger man still looked mutinous, but quieted down and James continued.

“You will obey my commands and do your best to overcome your inhibitions and feelings of shame as you submit to my will. You will be honest and open with your thoughts, feelings and desires without hesitation or embarrassment. You understand that I will be the sole judge of your needs and how they will be met.”

James looked up from the papers and smiled at Carl. “I know it sounds like too much, but the relationship is built completely upon your co-operation. Without that, we have nothing. Well, vanilla sex, I suppose. However, that's not why you're here.”

“I know.” Carl shook his head. “What do you have to promise? This can't be all one-sided.”

“No, of course not. I, in turn, agree to use your body to fulfill and develop your sexual, emotional and intellectual needs. I will help you to grow in strength, character and confidence.”

“You're beginning to sound like my mom.” The cheeky grin was back and James was relieved to see it. He did not want this to be over before it began.

“In a sense, I am a parent... with benefits.” He grinned back as Carl laughed outright. “This next part should calm your fears. I will not demean you or diminish your self-worth as a human being. I will not require anything that will damage your family, friendships or job. I will honor a request by you to end a session with the use of your safeword. I will end a session myself if I decide that you are in genuine distress.”

“And all of this is just the stuff that goes into a standard contract?” He flipped to the second paper. “Ah, the unique items.”

“Yes. No blood play.”

“Good.”

“I thought you'd like that one. No scat play. No permanent marks or body modifications. No knives or guns.”

“Just so we're clear; scat is fecal matter?”

“Yes.”

“Thank God!”

“You will live here from Friday afternoon to Monday morning each week, but be subject to my will when we are not together in regards to sexual and sensual behaviors. And finally, the term of the contract is for the length of six weeks unless we decide to terminate the agreement earlier.” He stood. “I will leave you to read it through while I see what Sam sent over for dinner.”

There was really nothing to do in the kitchen. Susan already set the table and chicken marsala was in the warming drawer. He puttered around and opened a bottle of wine, giving Carl time to read the contract and sign it. After a few minutes, he returned to the den.

“This leaves a lot of room for interpretation.”

“If it were more precise, it would be twenty pages long.” James resumed his seat and signed his copy, handing the pen to Carl. “We will work out the details as we go along. The point is to formalize our relationship with a ritual of sorts.”

“Yeah, it feels like a ceremony.” He signed the copy he held then they traded and signed again.

James stood again. “Let's eat.” He waited until his boy rose and put a hand on the back of Carl's neck to bring him close. “Welcome,” he said against the full lips as he claimed the first kiss. Carl opened easily for him and leaned into the contact. James thought it was a good way to start.

With the contract signed, Carl was surprised at how relaxed he felt as the two of them sat down to eat. “You don't do your own cooking?”

James laughed and poured wine into the glasses. “Not anymore. Usually, I'm at the restaurant overseeing the kitchen and soothing excitable chefs. I eat there. Although, I prepare a light meal for the guys when they come over on Sundays.”

“Sundays? I thought the club met on Tuesdays.” This was great! He thought James had deliberately scheduled his time to miss the club meetings.

“Tuesdays are for the Doms. We meet at the restaurant and gossip about the absentees and, of course, our subs. Every other Sunday they bring their subs here. The pets, subs, love the chance to do a little gossiping of their own and we play some to show them off.”

“So, there will be a houseful of people here on Sunday? Do they know about me? Will we be doing scenes?” He was not sure what to think about that. What James and he were doing felt private. Which was ridiculous, he planned to write about it, but having witnesses bothered him.

“Yes. You were a favorite topic of conversation for three weeks in a row.” James laughed again at the look on Carl's face. “No. Not this Sunday and not everyone shows up every time.”

“How many people are we talking about?”

“There are eight Doms, one is a woman, and four of them, I make five now, have subs. The young men you met at the mall are the newest members. Mike, the Dom, has been part of the group for almost two years and Severo is a recent acquisition.”

The rest of the meal passed pleasantly as James answered Carl's questions. The food was excellent, the single glass of wine James allowed them was good and he enjoyed quizzing the older man on the dos and don'ts of BDSM.

They cleared the table and James deemed it time to go over some rules. “Each Friday when you arrive, you will come to this room.” He led Carl into a bedroom tastefully, if boringly, decorated. The connecting bathroom was next. “You will shower and give yourself an internal cleansing with this.” He showed Carl the hose and nozzle affixed to the showerhead. “Toss the tip after each use. There are extras in the vanity drawer.”

Carl could feel his face heat up, but said nothing. He hadn't been fucked in the last decade and suddenly had a new appreciation for the extra trouble bottoms went through.

James smiled knowingly and continued. “I will leave loose pants here in the chair for you to wear. Unless we go out or I require you to be naked, they are what you'll wear when you're here.” He waved at the room and walked to the outer door. “Take care of all that now and then find me in the den.” He closed the door behind him and left Carl alone with his doubts and the shower.

Carl stripped as soon as James left. There was no point in dragging this out. The sooner he did what was required, the sooner they could begin.

The shower fascinated him. It was large enough for two men to maneuver and had a bar at waist height that ran all the way around. There was a digital gauge next to the water controls to show temperature. The controls themselves had settings for pulse, stream, pause and alternate. He assumed the last item was for the enema attachment.

Because he'd showered before coming to the house, he did a quick soap and rinse. Then, using the control to switch the water to the enema attachment, he gave himself his first enema.

Still red-faced, he dried off and pulled on the... scrubs! Ha! He had to admit they were easy to take off, something he assumed was important. The Hawaiian pattern seemed silly, but he already knew James had a warped sense of humor and he was going to feel foolish no matter what he wore. Not finding any shoes, he walked barefoot to the den.

James turned from the window when he entered. “There are a few more things to know before we go to the playroom.”

“Playroom?”

“The dungeon, if you prefer. I like playroom.” He studied Carl. “When we enter the playroom, we will be Dom and sub. You will address me as ‘sir’ and act respectfully— no arguing or refusal to obey my commands. You compared me to a parent earlier and that is what I will be in essence. I will reward good behavior and punish bad.”

“Yes sir.” Carl was already skittish, standing there in pajama bottoms while James looked urbane in his dress shirt and slacks. It did actually give him a child-like sensation.

“You also need to have a safeword. You've heard of it?”

“Yes, a word to stop the action. What should I use?”

“Simplicity is best. ‘Red’ is for stop. I expect you to use it if you get overwhelmed, but not just because you're tired or in pain.”

“I understand, Ja... sir. I imagine I'll be tired or in pain with frightening regularity.”

“I imagine you will. Let's introduce you to the playroom.”

James nearly swallowed his tongue when Carl walked into the den. All that bronzed skin and muscle was spectacular. Pictures on the internet from the lobster boat story had not done the man justice. Broad shoulders, clearly defined muscles and a patch of fur in the center of his chest made the man a work of art.

He led the way into the playroom and hid a smile when Carl entered behind him.

“Holy shit!” James raised an eyebrow. “Sir.”

He tried to see the room through his new sub's eyes and looked around at the St Andrew's cross, the hooks on the ceiling, the medical table and the padded bench. Everything gleamed in the overhead lights.

“I need you here by the bench, Carl.” James decided that because it worried Carl, he would start with a good fuck. Waiting would only add to the tension he felt about bottoming after so long and James was eager to allay his fears.

Once Carl was standing in front of the bench, James laid a hand on his back and slid it up to cup the back of his neck to hold him and lick his lips for entrance. The kiss was carnal and possessive. Ending the kiss, he applied a light pressure and forced Carl to bend over the bench. “What is your safeword?”

“Red, sir.”

“Good.” He petted the soft waves of hair before cuffing Carl's left hand at the top of the left leg of the bench. The right side was next, stretching Carl across the surface. He kept a hand on the lean back to gauge his breathing. Carl was nervous, but not fearful.

He felt under the younger man's torso and untied the pants’ string so he could pull them down and off. It would increase the boy's sense of surrender to undress Carl rather than have him do it. James ran his hands down the legs to secure them to the remaining legs of the bench with lengths of quarter inch chain. The chain allowed Carl to have his feet restrained a comfortable distance apart.

“Relax. Let the bench hold your weight.” He waited while Carl adjusted his stance. “You have a beautiful body, Carl. Well-defined muscles and smooth skin. Round firm ass.”

“You're going to make me blush.”

He gave a smack to the ass in question. “No smart remarks or I will make your ass blush.” He understood that his boy used humor and wit to regain his composure when he felt uneasy. There would be none of that here.

The sensation of warm flesh under his fingers was always a turn on for James and he massaged the shoulders while standing in front of Carl. The adjustments of the bench could put the individual over it at a perfect height, front and back, for James to take his pleasure as he saw fit. Consequently, the fly of his slacks bumped against his sub's face when he bent forward to run his hands down Carl's back.