I couldn't do anything all afternoon, neither study, nor read, nor watch TV... I simply couldn't concentrate. My head kept spinning about Tony and James' proposal, although the truth is that at no time did I have any real doubt about whether to accept it or not. From the beginning I knew that I could not miss the opportunity to belong to those two "machos", or rather those two gods, because that's how I saw them. But, obviously, it made me dizzy to think that my life was going to change radically from then on. I was going to completely lose my freedom and who knows what else, becoming the plaything of two men. However, I simply could not refuse their proposal. I would have given anything just to be near them.
That being the case, and with the decision really made from the very first moment, the hours became very long until at 10 o'clock p.m. I was knocking at the door of my future masters. Tony opened the door:
-Come in Doug, we were waiting for you -and to my mute question he added winking at me: -We didn't have the slightest doubt that you would come.
The funny thing is that I didn't find that confidence and haughtiness of his at all irritating, but rather tremendously attractive and exciting. I wondered what was wrong with my head to make me feel that way, but I knew that I was by no means the only victim of the barmen's spell. There are simply people who come into this world to dominate and others who are born to worship and serve these alpha males.
Tony motioned for me to sit on a chair in front of their couch, where he took a seat next to his husband. They were both cross-legged, and I couldn't help but giggle at the sight of their huge sneakers. Just thinking about what those sneakers were hiding turned me on almost as much as thinking about what their bulging jeans were hiding. Tony began to speak, in a serious but warm tone:
-Well, Douglas. The fact that you are here means that you have decided to give yourself to us and be our slave. I'm going to explain a little more about what that will mean and I want you to listen to me carefully. When we finish this conversation, I will ask you if you really want to be our slave and, if your answer is yes, you will belong to us. I want you to ask us any questions you may have, to speak to us in all sincerity and not to hold anything back, as this will be the last conversation we will have as equals. By the time we are done talking, you will no longer be anyone in this house and you will no longer be allowed to say anything unless asked, understood?
-Yes... Sir -I said. I knew enough about masters and slaves to know what was to be expected of me from now on. A broad smile appeared on both their faces and James intervened for the first time:
-You have indeed beaten me to it. The first rule, which you already know, is that we will no longer be Tony or James to you. You will always call us Master or Sir. We are your owners and you owe us the utmost respect. You, on the other hand, will respond to any appellation we want to give you. I usually use the name "slave", while Tony prefers "dog" or "doggy". But there can be many more...
-May I also call you "My God"? -I dared to ask and, before their incredulous look I justified myself: -I don't know, it's how I like to think of you...
They exchanged a smile and nodded:
-Well, the truth is that we have never been called that before -James replied jovially-, but you can alternate it with Sir or Master if you wish. It's always nice to be considered a god -he smiled even more.
-In our presence you will always be naked and, unless you are doing something that requires it, you will never stand. Your natural position when you are in front of us is on your knees -Tony continued-. We will control absolutely every aspect of your life and you will do nothing without our permission. You will give us a key to your house as soon as possible, as well as all the passwords to your cell phone, your computer, your bank accounts... Your life, just like you, belongs to us completely. And of course, it goes without saying that you will comply with all our orders, whatever they may be, immediately and without complaint. Any negligence will be punished.
I nodded, though my heart was pounding as his words were etched in my mind in letters of fire. I then dared to ask:
-Master... -he looked at me reproachfully and reminded me that I was not yet his slave-... Tony -I corrected myself-, can I set some limits? -I knew enough about BDSM to ask that question.
-No -he answered very seriously-. I told you that your surrender had to be total. No limits for your masters.
-Not even in terms of... privacy or physical integrity? -I insisted a little distressed.
-Not even -Tony categorically denied. Then James intervened again:
-Look Douglas, we are not going to do anything against your life or your health. We are not crazy. But you do have to assume that... well, that we are going to hurt you -his intense look as he said this gave me chills-, never more than you can bear, but we will make you suffer, and not only as a punishment, many times simply because we feel like it.
My mind was at that moment full of anguish, what was I getting myself into? I dared to ask again:
