Tabula Colton

Chapter 22 - Training Dawson

"Oh, Kasim. You can take care of my boy, can't you? I hate to leave him out." Daddy asked Mr. Massoud. The Arab daddy nodded happily and I went towards him.

"Come, little one. Let's see you," Mr. Massoud told me and took my hand.

He went to sit on the couch across from where Mr. Takada was holding his boy. He pulled me down onto his lap. He put his arms around me and hugged me against his chest, kissing my hair and then sliding a hand down between my thighs.

"Colton's a natural," Mr. Massoud told him as he kissed my forehead and rubbed a hand up my stomach. My cock was hard in my shorts at his touch.

"Oh Colton was way worse than Dawson when I got him! Dawson's a natural by comparison. Look how easily he gave up the fight. He's a happy, quiet boy and naturally responds to authority once his limits are clear." Mr. Takada laughed.

It was strange how Dawson went silent under Mr. Takada's hold.

He told them about how I'd been a paid cam boy online for older men. He told them I'd spread my legs and shove things inside myself and didn't even need the money. Mr. Massoud and Dawson looked at me with shock.

"I'd never have guessed it! He's such a sweet, obedient boy. You did that little one?" Mr. Massoud asked me while his hands explored my body.

I nodded but kept my mouth closed like Dawson.

"It was pretty bad. The only thing that stopped his budding porn career was a friend of his father's who 'accidentally' stumbled across the site which cost $9.95 just to see Colton," Mr. Takada said and they all shared a laugh.

"His parents put a stop to it and shipped him off to anti-gay therapy camp. Colton spent his 17th birthday alone there with no phone call, no cake, no one even wishing him happy birthday. It was a prison with mental torture. He had so many nightmares about it before I got him help with the therapy. He used to wake up covered in sweat and crying."

Mr. Takada looked at me with sympathetic eyes. I had zero recollection of this whole thing. I didn't even remember the parents who did this.

"That's horrific! It is good that is banned here in California. The therapy you got him sounds like the best thing. I'm taking my little one as soon as they have an opening. I don't care about the cost. It's worth it to see Dawson turn out like this," Mr. Massoud rubbed my bulge and kissed me.

"Oh it was. The only thing that got him out of the camp was getting pounded on by a camp counselor who was trying to force himself on Colton. He was beat up pretty badly. The guy was a felon and the camp did no background check! His parents jumped at the chance to ship him off to me and make the embarrassment go away." Takada explained as he explored a happy, compliant Dawson in his lap.

Dawson hadn't even picked up on the therapy mention. He was lost in Takada's arms. I wasn't far behind.

"That's tragic," Mr. Massoud said and kissed down my neck.

I rubbed my hand over his strong pecs and looked at him with needy eyes. I could feel his thick meat throbbing through his shorts under my ass. He was so hard for me. Colton's body responded so forcefully to an alpha.

"Well it worked out, but a boy can get very off track without his owner's love and direction. You have to start spending more time with him and paring down these activities he thinks are important. A boy on a tight leash stays out of trouble," Mr. Takada said and gave Dawson's neck a gentle squeeze.

"You've got to take him by the hair sometimes and remind him what he worships," Mr. Takada said.

He grabbed a fistfull of Dawson's hair and pulled him off his lap then pushed him to kneel in front of him. Dawson got down between Takada's legs and was forced down onto his bulge as the older man held him by the hair.