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He doesn’t make me come, but the second time he fucks me, on my back with my ankles over his shoulders, he makes me jerk myself off and call him Daddy while I beg for permission to come. Apparently, he likes that so much that I’m ordered to refer to him as Daddy for the rest of the day. And any time he sees me getting hard, he makes me jerk off and beg Daddy for permission before I’m allowed to come.

What am I going to do? Say no?

No, Colonel, I’m not going to call you Daddy while you fuck and beat me.

Yeeeaaah.

#notstupid

What’s worse?

Part of me really likes it, even as I understand how utterly fucked up this is. That confuses me and makes me think Elsa must be right about us after all, that wearenaturally wired to enjoy this.

Aren’t we?

* * * *

Eddie isn’t back yet when I return to base Saturday evening. I grab a shower and lie in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering why this doesn’t feelgoodanymore.

Wondering when it stopped feelinggood.

The next morning, Eddie’s unusually quiet during PT and won’t meet my gaze when I try to get him to look at me. Kenney asks what’s wrong with him, and he claims he’s working on a headache, but he’s lying.

Iknowit.

We’re supposed to be at Elsa’s at noon, but when we’re finally on the bus and I ask him what’s wrong, he still won’t look at me.

“I’m fine,” he quietly says.

Because there are other people on the bus, I can’t corner him and demand he talk to me. This fucking feelswrong, though.

I was under the impression we were going to spend the day with Elsa going out with her, but apparently that plan changed. We’re ordered to strip and don hoods, and Eddie is blindfolded.

She takes my hand and leads me to the far side of the loft, away from the bedroom where she’s left Eddie. With music playing, he won’t hear what she’s saying when she drops her voice.

And she speaks to me in German.

“You, my special boy, get to help today. I am going to run errands. When someone knocks, you let them in, put what they give you in this envelope, and supervise. They must wear condoms when they fuck him. Men are not allowed to use you, but if they ask you to do something to beta, you will obey.”

She hands me an envelope and also a leather jock and I dumbly stare at them for a moment. “Mistress?”

“Wear that when you answer the door. Hoods stay on, beta stays blindfolded. Don’t worry.” She smiles, rubbing my head. “Onlyspeak German while I’m gone. I’ll be back in a few hours.” I finally realize yeah, she’s all dressed up.

Like,datedressed up.

Normally, I’d never balk. “Mistress, beta doesn’t speak German.”

Her grin widens. “I know. You have my orders, Alpha.”

“Yes, Mistress,” I quietly say.

She grabs my chin and pulls me in for a long, sweet kiss that melts me and hardens my cock. “You may freely use beta,” she adds, reaching down and stroking my cock. “If he’s a good boy, you may reward him at your discretion.” She giggles. “Preferably while he’s being fucked. Men love feeling that. Makes them feel important.”

She grabs her purse. “First playmates will be here shortly. You know the other rules—no pictures, no names, all of that.” Her smile fades. “Donotdisappoint me, Alpha. I will be checking in with my friends. If you do well today, I will reward you next weekend.”

I realize she hasn’t even asked me how yesterday went.

And then…she’s gone.