Saturday, March 9

Henry and Jason Ch. 2, pt. 2.


Henry didn’t look happy. For several of the longest seconds of Jason’s life, Henry just sat there, staring straight ahead, looking like he was wrestling with something.  Probably how to send me back home. Eight days was a long time, but if he could just get through it somehow, if he could come up with some way to take back what he’d just said, maybe Henry would give him anohter chance—

“Come over here,” Henry’s words cut through the mounting panic.

Jason obeyed at once, going to stand directly in front of him.

“Feet apart, shoulders squared, hands behind your back… a little higher,” he corrected, and Jason obeyed, moving his hands up to almost the small of his back. “Elbows out. Good. Chin up, eyes down.”

Jason lifted his chin a little, but kept his gaze focused on Henry’s feet. He was struggling to keep his mouth shut as overwhelming emotions welled up inside, threatening to sweep him under like some kind of tidal wave. If he’d known his father had a problem with his sexual orientation, he would have kept it quieter; if he’d known it bothered Alicia, he wouldn’t told her.

Dad probably would have.

Still, it wasn’t fair that they hadn’t told him until it was too late for him to do anything about it. Maybe he would have still made out with Terry in front of the house, but at least he’d have known what it would mean for him later on. Dad never even gave him a chance.

Henry had told Jason exactly what he expected. He’d told him what the punishment would be for breaking the rules.

And I broke them anyway.

The whole world felt it was crashing down around him and Jason was powerless to stop it. What if he wasn’t cut out for the whole D/s—M/s—thing after all? What if it was a failed experiment, a giant waste of Henry’s time? A mistake? What if I can never be what he wants me to be?

Maybe Henry should send him back to Michigan. It wasn’t like he didn’t have anywhere to go, he could call Kendra, sleep on her couch. Hell—heck—Melissa might even take him in.

“You done?”

Jason blinked, startled by the question.

“I can practically see the gears turning, boy. I’m wondering if you’re done thinking and ready to listen or if I should let you stew a little longer.”

Jason swallowed hard; he didn’t trust his voice, but he answered anyway. “No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir. I’m ready to listen.”

“I have never lied to any of my subs or to the one slave I had before you. But I’m told by no few people that I don’t always say as much as maybe I ought to. I’m not sure I agree with that. But given my track record, I’m willing to give talking more a try. I’m just not the kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. Maybe I just got burned one time too many.” He shrugged. “Thing is, this isn’t how I wanted to start off with a visit and it sure as hell isn’t how I wanted to start off with you living here. I don't like punishing you or anybody else for that matter. But as a Dominant—a Master—I have to be consistent. You need to know that there are rules and that when you break them there will be consequences—and you need to have a real clear idea of what those will be. If I start letting you off the hook or being inconsistent, it’s not gonna be good for either of us. You’ll end up hurt and confused and me… if I had my way I’d never punish you for anything because I don’t get any kinda kicks outa making you as miserable as you look now.”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Jason’s voice came out a hoarse, raspy whisper. It was all he could do to keep from breaking down into tears. He’d disappointed Henry even more than he realized and it was killing him.

“You don’t have to apologize for being miserable. I knew putting you in that thing wouldn’t make you happy—but I didn’t realize how unhappy it would make you.”

“I can wear it, honest,” Jason interrupted him. “I—”

Enough.”

The harshness of Henry’s tone made him jump.

“You said you were ready to listen. That means you stand there with your mouth shut unless I ask you a question. Clear?”

“Yes, Master,” he said miserably.

“Chastity devices are about control—mine and yours.  I know I can control you without it. I know you’ve never come without permission and you’ve never cheated and jerked off when I told you not to.”

“No, Sir.” He bit his lip—but Henry nodded. Apparently “yes” and “no” didn’t really count as talking.

“And I know that because you’d tell me if you had, just like you told me about swearing. You’re honest and eager and I know you want to make me happy. I want to make you happy too. The reason I didn’t say anything to you before, when you said you loved me, is that I don’t… I’ve heard things said in the heat of the moment that the other person didn’t mean. I’ve said things in the heat of things I didn’t mean. I don’t like saying important stuff when I’m riding high—or crashing low—on emotion. But I don’t want you to think for one second that I don’t love you, Jason. You got right up under my skin and damn if I could shake you. Truth is, I’m not sure I tried real hard. I haven’t been interested in any kind of serious play with anybody since I met you.”

Jason’s heart hammered in his ears and he had to clutch his hands together to keep from throwing his arms around Henry’s neck.

“If you’ve got anything to say, you can say it,” Henry told him.

Jason nodded. Shook his head. “I…I’m sorry I disappointed you. I’m sorry I couldn’t keep from swearing. I guess I didn’t understand why it was such a big deal and maybe I was mad because I didn’t…I’m still figuring all this out. I’ll get through the next eight days, Sir.”

“I’m sure you will. But I think—if you agree with me—that under extraordinary circumstances, it might be all right for me to change your punishment. I don't intend to make a habit of it. Consistancy is important. But your wellbeing is more important. I don't think you need to be miserable to learn a lesson.”

Jason was torn; he hated the chastity device, but he hated it even more that his being miserable was making Henry feel like he had to let him off easy. Finally, he opted for the simple truth. “Whatever you want, Sir.”

“What I want is to take you in the bedroom, lay you down on my bed and fuck you senseless.”

Jason winced as his dick started to harden. “I’d like that.”

“Then that’s what we’re going to do. And I’m going to take the chastity device off—but you’re not going to come. You’re not going to come for the next eight days. If you feel like you need the device back on to obey that order, you’ll come to me and ask for it. And you’ll learn to have as much control outside the bedroom as you do inside it—as much control over your mouth as you’ve already got over your dick.”

“Sir, I…if you…” if Henry fucked him there was no way he’d be able to keep from coming.

“I won’t go out of my way to make you come, and you’ll tell me if you get too close. I’m not trying to set you up to fail.”

“No, Sir. I mean… I know you wouldn’t do that.”

“Good. Now come here….”
 
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And yes, next time you do indeed get that sex scene!

3 comments:

AJ said...

So I just finished your book and loved it and I can't wait till the next one co, es out or at least till your next blog is up. I really love Jason and Henry.

gracerduncan said...

Oh lovely!! I like the way you handled Henry's feelings here! Wonderful! :D

Can't wait for the next scene. :D *waggles eyebrows*

H.B. Pattskyn said...

Thank you!!