Tabula Colton

Ch. 7- Mr. Takada's Neighborhood

Story Recap: Miguel finds himself in the body of a teenage white boy named Colton whose guardian/lover is an older muscle-daddy, mixed-race man he knows as Mr. Takada. Miguel uncovered that Colton wasn't the innocent he seemed. He also learned that being a kept boy is preferable to his old life and opened his body to new experiences. He still doesn't know what caused him to enter Colt's body. Will Colton's indiscretions come back to bite him?

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"This is home," Mr. Takada said as he pulled off the small residential street up to a thick wall of greenery as a solid steel gate slid across the driveway. 

The gate parted to show a small cul-de-sac driveway lined with five small, modern, three-level, steel and white stucco homes. The high wall of Italian Cypress trees that lined the property blocked the outside view except for a small peak at the hills.

"It's beautiful," I said as the he paused the car for the steel gate to slide closed behind us.

"Ours is that one. I picked the back corner for the safety of my boy. This first one here belongs to an FBI agent, you know him as Mr. Dawson. He helped rescue you and bring you here," Mr. Takada pointed to the first house on the right. 

"Our" house was in the very back and pushed off a little. He glided towards it slowly. A younger guy, early 20's muscled blonde all-American, came out of one of the houses wearing a small pair of shorts. He waved to Mr. Takada as the car rolled past.

"That's Brent. He's one of the newer boys. His dads are Kevin and Daniel, Mr. Jung and Mr. Choi as you know them... or would know them if you remembered anything," Mr. Takada laughed.

"He has two dads?" I asked. I wondered how my ass would handle two of them.

"Yes. not every daddy has a romantic relationship with his boy. Some are just boys who need a strong father, or two. Brent's getting his life together. It looks like he's doing his chores. He's on lawn duty this month," Mr. Takada explained.

"Is he... you know," I asked.

"He was straight when he got here... but very submissive. His dads had him break up with his girlfriend. He's in med school and needs to focus. He came in thinking he could have two older gay men pay for his life. He's learned he has to earn things just like everyone else. He's turned into a very respectful boy." Mr. Takada pulled into the driveway of our little three-story.

"Are there any guys my age?" I asked when he put the car in park.

"No, and you wouldn't be here either if it hadn't been necessary. I wanted to wait until you were 18, but life doesn't always work out that way," he noted. 

We started to get out, but he put his hand on my leg to tell me to stay. He came around and opened my door to help me out, not that I needed it. I was still bruised and my arm was in a cast, but I was starting to feel better.

"I got you in trouble?" I asked.

"No... I'm the main investor in this community so I'm the majority vote here. I made a killing off an app I sold and put most of it into this. I get a nice bit of rent each month. We share community decisions, especially when it comes to new members. The other men weren't in favor of bringing you here, but I was set. I couldn't walk away when you needed me. You're my boy," Mr. Takada said as he held the door open for me.

"Who lives in that first house across from the FBI dude?" I looked around the quiet little court and pointed to the house near the gate.

"That one is a rental for... vacations. A lot of men from out of town or out of country have sons they want to vacation with. Our community is unique, plus it's in the middle of Beverly Hills. We have a long list of reservations from daddies who can't live openly with their sons, some are even married with families of their own." He nudged me towards the house.