Other World Kingdom

Chapter 29 - The Party

[Remington's POV]

I have known my master since I was 10. When I was young he was a very good friend of my brother. He would come home and play with my brother and I would secretly be spying them, playing video games and talking about girls. I mean, my brother is 5 years older than me so it was the right time for them to get girls. Me, I have never been interested in girls, I have known that I liked men since as long as I can remember and had developed a crush on my brother's best friend, talking about doing dirty stuff to a gender that I could never be. Up when I turned 15 I tried to date several girls, even tried having sex with some of them, but I just couldn't do it, I was not brave enough, I didn't want this. I can remember a time where my brother and Master caught me spying on them, I was maybe 12. When they saw me in the door frame my brother jumped at me, put me on the ground and urged Master to take the nearby scotch tape and tie me up. I still remember the feeling from the pressure of him on my arms, I remember the way he rolled the tape around my wrists and ankles and how they locked me in the dark abyss of my brother's wardrobe. You would expect a child to panic in such a situation or even to scream to get free but that was the time where I realized that I had deserved what he had done to me and even more than this, I had enjoyed it. I felt completely at his mercy, totally submissive to him and I loved it. When I reached college, and had already had several experiences with different men, some of them rather kinky and masochist, my brother left home to move to another city. I knew I couldn't see Master anymore, I knew that it was over and that I would probably get over it with time. But I didn't. The more I tried to push the though of him away the more it seemed to come back to my mind, more violently every time. My emotions were a mess and my imagination would drift to some twisted stories in which he would own me whole and I would serve him for eternity. Finally, after a few months without seeing him I decided to write to him and to tell him everything. At first, I wanted to meet him and talk to him but I wasn't sure I could stand the face of disappointment that I was sure he would offer me. No, instead of that I wrote him a long email, with no fear of the consequences : if he somehow shared what I was feeling he would have gotten back to me. If not, then I guess he simply wouldn't respond. And he didn't, he never responded to my email until that day, a few months later when he asked me to come to a party with him. I was 16 at that time. I couldn't describe the feeling I had when I received his response, part of me was thinking he just wanted to make fun of me and part of it was exited to learn more. I met him under a bridge close to my family house, he was waiting in his car, window open, smoking his cigarette. When I saw him I literally thought that my heart would stop but I was trying so hard to keep it all together. He told me to get into his car, asked how I was doing, how was school, and told me we were going to one of his friend's house party. He didn't talk about my letter, not even once for the whole commute. He actually didn't say much to me at all as he was most of the time on the phone with his current girlfriend. But somehow I was not jealous. Just the sight of him was making me happy. We eventually arrived to his friend's house where they were having an enormous party, people were drinking, dancing around the swimming pool and listening to wild techno music. I remember he poured me a drink when we got there and then he disappeared most of the night. I spent most of the time alone, looking at the other have fun. Then eventually Master reappeared from the crowd, he must have had quite a few drinks and maybe some drugs, he was zigzagging his way to me, his girlfriend holding his arm. I remember what he said in his southern American accent:

- Hey, that's the guy who told me he loved me!

- Come on, leave him, poor guy – that was his girlfriend talking

- No no but I swear he sent me like a –this long- email saying how I was the love of his life and that since he met me earlier when I knew his brother he wanted to get close to me and having me doing crazy shit to him.