them,” Caden observed.
“More likely they’ll rub off on him,” Bull grumbled as he took a bite out of his club sandwich.
“It would be good for him to loosen up.” Jake stuffed a French fry into ketchup and then into his mouth. “He’s a hell of a cook. Yesterday morning I had a mushroom, cheese and pepper omelet with home fried potatoes, from scratch, bacon, rye toast and fresh orange juice.”
“Don’t say that word.” Cisco sighed.
“What word?” Jake’s eyebrow went up.
“Bacon, I’m afraid I’ll never see another piece of it in my life. He says he doesn’t want me to have a heart attack and leave him alone. I’m more likely to die of old age. I exercise, I shouldn’t have to give up all of the good food.” Cisco was pouting.
“He loves you, you old fool. A sub without his Master is pathetic. Where would he be if something happened to you?” Tom asked.
“Fuck you too for being right. Maybe if the numbers go down low enough he’ll let me off the leash once in a while,” Cisco whined. “Or I could get one of the other docs to prescribe something.”
“ Something probably has side effects. Restraint builds character. Listen to yourself, you’re pathetic. Think about how you would feel if something happened to him,” Bear said.
“Lost.”
“What?” Jake asked.
“Lost is how I would feel if Greg wasn’t there for me.” The others nodded their heads.
Jake ruminated on that thought. Do I want to become that dependent on someone else? So much so that I’d be lost without them? Who are you kidding, he’s already gotten under your skin. You’re more than halfway to being lost yourself.
“So, getting back to my problem, is he a sub or not?” Jake looked around the table as he reflected. Did I do wrong when I scooped him up and gave him no choice but to come with me? Gary might be right, Davey could be sick of making his own decisions and want someone else to do the heavy lifting. Reed said he had the demeanor of a sub and so did Bear.
Gary thinks there is a well of emotions in Davey waiting to be tapped and that he needs to relax. With me he wouldn’t have to have that look of hypervigilance like he’s constantly standing at the edge of a cliff and wondering when the next stiff wind is coming. I hope the boys find out a bit about him today and share it with me. With their input and the Doms’, I’ll know if it’s in both of our interests for me to go in full pursuit.
Reed answered for all of them. “He’s a sub, all right. Your toughest job will be to convince him of that.”
“What’s the story for supper tonight, the club?” Jake asked. Usually on Saturday night everyone ate a light supper with their sub at home and came in at around nine to play.
“There’s a collaring tonight, Beau Rockford and Jose Sanchez,” Reed told them. “The whole club is invited. You don’t have to eat at the hotel tonight.”
“That’s good. The boy should see a collaring.” Jake thought for a moment. “What is Beau into? I don’t want to scare him off.”
“Nothing too heavy, mostly a tawse and perhaps a light flogger. No one at the club is into the real heavy stuff except for Bull, and Jamie loves it that way. They do the real heavy stuff at the shore. Our boys mostly get disciplined.”
“Caden also has a good arm,” Bull defended himself.
“I have to take Johnny out of his own head. If I were to leave it to him, he’d be coding day and night when he has a project. Harvey sometimes manages to bypass me and gets to Johnny, saddling him with some new application to develop. Johnny is incapable of saying no to Harvey when Harvey starts up with ‘I’ll have to do layoffs, et cetera.’ When Harvey manages to speak to him, Johnny forgets he’s supposed to ask me first. Next time, I told Harvey, I’m going to fire his ass, and when Johnny listens to Harvey, I whoop his.” Caden took another sip of out of a can of Coke Zero.
“How is that stuff? Davey was
“More likely they’ll rub off on him,” Bull grumbled as he took a bite out of his club sandwich.
“It would be good for him to loosen up.” Jake stuffed a French fry into ketchup and then into his mouth. “He’s a hell of a cook. Yesterday morning I had a mushroom, cheese and pepper omelet with home fried potatoes, from scratch, bacon, rye toast and fresh orange juice.”
“Don’t say that word.” Cisco sighed.
“What word?” Jake’s eyebrow went up.
“Bacon, I’m afraid I’ll never see another piece of it in my life. He says he doesn’t want me to have a heart attack and leave him alone. I’m more likely to die of old age. I exercise, I shouldn’t have to give up all of the good food.” Cisco was pouting.
“He loves you, you old fool. A sub without his Master is pathetic. Where would he be if something happened to you?” Tom asked.
“Fuck you too for being right. Maybe if the numbers go down low enough he’ll let me off the leash once in a while,” Cisco whined. “Or I could get one of the other docs to prescribe something.”
“ Something probably has side effects. Restraint builds character. Listen to yourself, you’re pathetic. Think about how you would feel if something happened to him,” Bear said.
“Lost.”
“What?” Jake asked.
“Lost is how I would feel if Greg wasn’t there for me.” The others nodded their heads.
Jake ruminated on that thought. Do I want to become that dependent on someone else? So much so that I’d be lost without them? Who are you kidding, he’s already gotten under your skin. You’re more than halfway to being lost yourself.
“So, getting back to my problem, is he a sub or not?” Jake looked around the table as he reflected. Did I do wrong when I scooped him up and gave him no choice but to come with me? Gary might be right, Davey could be sick of making his own decisions and want someone else to do the heavy lifting. Reed said he had the demeanor of a sub and so did Bear.
Gary thinks there is a well of emotions in Davey waiting to be tapped and that he needs to relax. With me he wouldn’t have to have that look of hypervigilance like he’s constantly standing at the edge of a cliff and wondering when the next stiff wind is coming. I hope the boys find out a bit about him today and share it with me. With their input and the Doms’, I’ll know if it’s in both of our interests for me to go in full pursuit.
Reed answered for all of them. “He’s a sub, all right. Your toughest job will be to convince him of that.”
“What’s the story for supper tonight, the club?” Jake asked. Usually on Saturday night everyone ate a light supper with their sub at home and came in at around nine to play.
“There’s a collaring tonight, Beau Rockford and Jose Sanchez,” Reed told them. “The whole club is invited. You don’t have to eat at the hotel tonight.”
“That’s good. The boy should see a collaring.” Jake thought for a moment. “What is Beau into? I don’t want to scare him off.”
“Nothing too heavy, mostly a tawse and perhaps a light flogger. No one at the club is into the real heavy stuff except for Bull, and Jamie loves it that way. They do the real heavy stuff at the shore. Our boys mostly get disciplined.”
“Caden also has a good arm,” Bull defended himself.
“I have to take Johnny out of his own head. If I were to leave it to him, he’d be coding day and night when he has a project. Harvey sometimes manages to bypass me and gets to Johnny, saddling him with some new application to develop. Johnny is incapable of saying no to Harvey when Harvey starts up with ‘I’ll have to do layoffs, et cetera.’ When Harvey manages to speak to him, Johnny forgets he’s supposed to ask me first. Next time, I told Harvey, I’m going to fire his ass, and when Johnny listens to Harvey, I whoop his.” Caden took another sip of out of a can of Coke Zero.
“How is that stuff? Davey was
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