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Becoming His Pet

Conclusion: Evan

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Author’s note:

A big thank you to MonsterMash62, who gave many hours of invaluable feedback and editing.

This is a story primarily about control and submission—particularly mind control; and, secondarily, about sex.

Please favor me with comments of any sorts.

Chapter 38: The Ritual

While Benji was being prepared, Evan lingered a bit to continue visiting, but soon He excused Himself to prepare. He returned wearing sandals, and soft, black cotton pants, similar to those worn many of His guests; part of the cloth could be untied and pulled aside for access. Over this he had a sort of robe, but not full length, of the same material but blood-red. In the fashion of His Kind, He did not tie it closed, but let it hang open, displaying His powerful physique. On His head, he wore a slender circlet of gold.

When Evan returned, the traditional beginning of the ceremony took place. While He was away, all the boys who had not yet been mated were also excused, so they would not know anything of the ceremony of mating—until their own turn came.

Evan’s Father stepped forward and welcomed all the Guests, and now introduced His Son—“Who—with this evening, takes His Place as a Lord among Our Race.” Then Esteban spoke proudly of what His Son had accomplished, and what was planned.

Meanwhile, Beck has brought the boy to the threshold, and signaled Esteban. At this, Evan stepped to one side, and Esteban continued with a speech rooted in the Race’s traditions:

“My Friends, I am proud to say that My Son has chosen His mate!” This drew applause; then Esteban continued, beginning to describe the “prize” which He, Himself, had been careful to inspect. At this point, Beck brought Benji through the crowd, and to Esteban. Then Beck took off the boy’s leash; Esteban removed Benji’s rope collar, which He handed to Beck, who stepped back. Then Esteban launched on his speech; as He begins, Evan’s Father feels free to touch Benji, turning him about so that all can inspect him.

“My Son’s accomplishments are crowned by an impressive choice! Look at this handsome boy!

“In college, this one was esteemed a fine athlete, a member of the swim team. Indeed, he is rather bright, for a human. he is physically strong, and after human fashion, ‘virile’!” That line draws a laugh, both because of the incongruity of a boy being ‘virile,’ and also because, at that moment, Evan’s Father posed Benji to display his obvious erection in his loin cloth.

“My Son tells me that this one had quite an eye for girls, and they for him. You can see why! And yet, he has been completely untouched.” That draws appreciative noises from the Guests.

Esteban turned Benji around. “Isn’t that a fine cushion where My Son can take His ease?” Everyone agreed. “Look at those melons, so firm, so fresh! And what garden is hidden there? What delights? Son”—He looked over at Evan with a grin—“You will soon find out!” Laughter and cheers.

He turned Benji around again. “Look at that little spear—for a boy, not so little, eh? Ah, boy—you’ll never use it! Too bad!” More laughter. Benji couldn’t help but blush, and blush more, as it went on. Evan’s Father looked at Benji this time, lifting his face. “But is it really too bad, boy? Do you even want to use that? Maybe to stir your Master’s coffee, eh?” Benji grinned in agreement.

“No, you don’t want to use it for anything else, do you, pup?” Benji vigorously shook his head—the thought of using his dingle as a Man would horrified him. “No of course not boy! Such a good boy! he was going to—but My Son saw to that!”

“Still, an impressive basket of fruit, isn’t it?”

Evan’s Father continued, lavishing praise on Benji’s flat stomach and mounded pecs, which had developed quite a bit with the exercise Evan had prescribed; then Benji’s neck and shoulders and arms. “Look at those arms! You can see why he imagined he might be a man!” More laughter, turning Benji’s face deeper red.

Esteban gripped the boy’s face. “And here’s one of the boy’s most fetching features, one My Son likes a great deal. See how he blushes so? And look at these lips—oh, what they will taste soon! Our Friend, Beck, has instructed him, and says he is well practiced in the necessary skills! Ah, boy, what Sweetness you will soon receive! What joy!”

In addition to providing everyone a lot of fun, this traditional speech was intended to provoke lust in the Son—and it worked with Evan. Although His robes were loose, there was no concealing the rising of His Manhood. Indeed, it was expected, and all watched for this.

But it was about arousing the prize as well. Because, while till this moment, Evan had shielded Benji from the full effects of His Scent, now that protection was being withdrawn. And All, likewise, enjoyed seeing the prey go into a sexual frenzy.

“Ah, look, boy! Your Master is almost ready! See, His Tree of Life is rising up! Look, boy, look!”

Benji was looking; he was gaping; he was hungering and thirsting for It. What’s more, he felt It; It called to him. It enveloped him. It became his world, his everything. Now he understood—why Evan had withheld this. And he understood, at last, why he wasn’t to call Evan “Master.” It wasn’t Evan who would be his Master—it was This. Evan was Lord; This—His Glory, His Lifegiver, This…Benji’s mind was so clouded he couldn’t think.

As the full power his Owner’s Scent now surrounded and penetrated Benji, he lost himself in a kind of trance. The Voice of Evan’s Father fell away; in fact, He did fall silent, as everyone watched Benji, unbidden by anything but the irresistible draw of Evan’s Power, began to walk toward his Owner. As Benji stumbled toward Evan, Evan came forward, meeting Benji at center stage.

As Benji drew near, his eyes were fluttering, almost closed; and when he came to Evan, he instinctively knelt, and remained as still as he could. his toy throbbed beneath his silken covering; his chest heaved with his breathing, and his whole body trembled, yet also swayed ever so gently, as if caught by the breeze. his face was almost exactly level with Evan’s exultant Member, just inches away.

Stepping silently beside Evan was Beck. He placed a bar of gold in Evan’s Hand. In fact, it was a bar of living metal—and it was the boy’s collar. Evan brought it to Benji’s neck, and the gold quickly formed a seamless band that none would ever break.

After this, with love and desire bursting from Him, Evan cradled Benji’s face with His Hand, tilting it up so Benji could gaze into His Eyes. Prompted inwardly by Evan, Benji opened his eyes, meeting Evan’s. he smiled, and suddenly gave a small cry as tears welled up suddenly and rolled down his cheek.

“My boy!

“My Lord! My Master!” And with these words Benji pressed his face against Evan’s Manhood, standing vertical, yet veiled by the thin cotton of his pants. Although Evan’s Hands still cradled His boy’s head, it was the boy’s love that held him there. And when his face touched It, even through the fabric, the conquest of Benji’s soul was complete. Both Lord and boy knew it at once.

For Members of the Race and their pets who had experienced it, this was a moment of beauty and power that moved them deeply. Now, of course, but one thing remained: the conquest of the boy’s body. Although the boy would, for the purposes of the human world, retain his name, within the Hidden Realm, he was now nameless. It would be up to his Lord to give him any pet name He might wish, but among The Race, he was simply “Evan’s boy.” That was his only identity now.

Now Evan lifted up the leash and held the clip to the collar; instantly, the collar fused with the leash. As He stroked the boy’s head, he rose to his feet and let Evan lead him out a side door.

Chapter 39: Together at last

There Beck met Him, and led Evan to threshold of the rooms prepared for Him. Candles had been placed around the rooms, especially in the bedroom, allowing the lights to be very low. Nearby was food, beer, liquor and wine, but Evan paid no attention to any of this as He led His precious prize into the bedroom.

When Evan brought Benji to the foot of the bed, He reached to where the leash met the collar; and the collar yielded it. The boy was facing Evan, his head lowered; his body trembling; there were tears in his eyes. Evan placed His open Hand on Benji’s face, caressing it as He lifted it so that He could gaze into his hazel eyes; and when they met, tender love met tender love.

“Oh Benji! I—” Evan didn’t bother with words; instead He took His prize in His arms and brought His lips to the boy’s; at last able to kiss him without restraint! It was like a dam burst: with His hands Evan claimed the boy, holding, exploring, possessing; with his mouth and his lips, he poured out his longing and desire; with his tongue, he penetrated and explored at will even as Benji responded with like passion, panting and clutching, yielding and tasting. Panting, the boy instinctively began to suckle on his Master’s tongue, so much did he long to surrender and love Him!

The initial tidal wave of long-restrained desire ebbed at last, and both Master and boy paused to breathe and touch each other gently. Gazing down at Benji, whose gaze was held, immovable, by his Lord’s, Evan drew his hand slowly down from the boy’s neck, to his shoulder and chest. It was the lightest of touch—exquisite for both of them.

“Oh My boy…you are everything to Me; you are My property, My prize, My pet; I am your Man, your Master, your Lord. Yet here—when we are here—never fear to speak, never! Open everything to me, including your mind and heart and lips; never fear, never hold back, my dove!”

“Oh Master! I—” with a surge of emotion, Benji simply sobbed; yet Evan heard his heart: «At last! AT LAST!!»

With a tender smile, Evan petted the boy’s face, calming him, and wiping away his tears. «Yes, boy: at last!»

With a caress to the boy’s shoulder, Evan withdrew his hands, and stepped back slightly, gesturing for Benji to stand very still. Benji obeyed, except for a shiver in his body, and a pulse that made his silk-wrapped package quiver in a way that made them both smile. With his left hand gliding slowly down the boy’s chest and stomach, Evan reached to the knot tied at the boy’s thigh, and evenly pulled it loose; then Evan slid his hand around the boy’s bottom to pull the bit of silk completely free. And now, finally, Benji was—in every sense—naked and unashamed before his Lord.

While the length and hardness of the boy’s member, throbbing against his flat stomach, had been obvious despite the silk; even so, now for the first time, Evan saw the poetry of the boy in his entirety.

As both Man and boy stood very still, the boy’s love had tangible expression in a long, thick pillar of hardness, with clear, creamy skin pulled taut beneath a elegantly shaped mushroom head. And now, for the first time since it was put in place, Evan beheld again the delicate gold ring He’d given the boy months before. Gathered at the base was a purse of hairless skin, holding closely the boy’s testes, pulled tighter now against the cool night air. The boy’s sex beat an urgent, steady pulse that captured Evan’s gaze.

And what of the chastity protection? When Evan had unveiled the boy’s charms, the device came away in His hand, yielding to its Master’s unspoken command. Later, after Evan poured his Life into the boy, He would return the guardian to its post; but for tonight, Evan had other ways to ensure the boy’s focus where it belonged.

Evan stepped close to the expansive bed behind Benji, and patting his hand on it, directed the boy to hop up. “I would have you here, on this bed, this altar of your submission and My Love, for what comes next,” He said, as Benji knelt amidst the folds of silk that covered the mattress; he sat back on his haunches, with his hands on this thighs, gazing up at Evan.

“And now, My treasure, at last I can give you the Gifts I have longed for you to have.” Standing not more than two feet from the boy, Evan now eased out of the short robe he wore; then he slowly undid the fabric belt tied at his waist; he pulled the gathered fabric away from his midsection, and let his cotton pants fall to the floor.

This was a moment Benji had been long anticipating; with the help of Evan’s Scent, and the excitement of the evening, he was floating on an ocean of desire. His face glowed with joy as Evan unveiled at last His Glory for the boy to adore.

For Benji, this revelation burst upon him like a sudden, silent flash; and for some time, everything slowed and he remained utterly still with utmost love. He could feel Evan envelop him now, sparing him any need to say anything at all; and allowing him to rest in Evan’s all-encompassing Love.

Also, in this instant, a memory was opened; and what had been glimpsed so briefly in the dorm room, and what had spoken to him, called to him, in so many ways since, all become complete for him in every way, no longer only sight. For now the boy did not merely see his Lord’s Greatness—It was everything to him.

Evan’s Manhood had extended Itself partly, but had not yet risen; Benji fixed his gaze on It as It grew out a bit more, as if beckoning to him, and then began to rise up before him. Six inches, seven, eight, with more to come. It filled and swelled, with the veins bulging as hot blood coursed through them. He smiled as the folds of the foreskin were drawn taut, and as the shape of an impressive helmet became very clear. The boy sighed deeply as this, his Master, reached It’s full ten-inch length and corn-cob girth; with his eyes he traced the elegant curve like that of a Musselman’s scimitar.

Next the boy drank in the sight of two eggs, full and heavy, hanging low in a sleeve of skin adorned with fine black hair. And when Benji’s gaze came to the base of this Tower, he found luxurious bush of black hair crowning the entire Masterpiece.

Benji felt his Beloved in his mind, and his own thoughts were little more than pulses: «love, love, love!»

How long had this rapture of trembling silence lasted? It seemed forever, until Evan’s whisper broke the spell:

“Don’t be afraid; what you love, you will receive.” Beneath Benji’s love and awe, Evan read a hint of fear. It was right for the boy to tremble before his Lord; yet He wanted to reassure His boy all the same. “Trust Me.” Benji nodded.

Evan remembered the gold coronet on his head, and now set it aside. As Evan drew near the bed, Benji crouched down on all fours, because he longed to bring his face to this Majesty. In the boy’s mind, Evan prompted him not to open his lips—«that will come later»; with His hand, he guided the boy’s face to His Phallus.

The boy could not contain his sighs and light moans as he felt the weight and power of his Master throb against his face. With desire surging, the boy rubbed his face against It every way he could find, letting out soft, sharp whimpers of love as he did so.

Deeply touched, Evan gently cradled the boy’s face with one hand, and with the other petted the boy’s head. At length, Evan lifted the boy’s face and guided the boy up again to his knees. Now Evan climbed onto the bed, faced the boy, and taking his face in His hands, leaned in and feasted more on the boy’s lips and tongue. Evan’s moans were joined by Benji’s, punctuated only by sharp little cries when Evan bit lightly at the boy’s lips, and then nose, neck and ears.

At last Evan forced Himself to pause, almost panting for breath. With huge sighs of desire, Evan held Benji’s gaze with His own; seeing the boy tremble, Evan realized He was shaking every bit as much. Evan caressed the boy’s face as He leaned in, rubbing their noses together, and then gave the boy another tender kiss. Then Evan drew His hands down the boy’s shoulders; when He came to the bracelets, he slowly undid them and lightly tossed them so they fell on the floor. As He drew His hands up along the boy’s flanks to his chest, He savored the boy’s loveliness as flicked His fingers lightly at the boy’s tender nipples and traced the shape of his pectoral mounds.

As Evan was making love to the boy, He had gradually backed him across the bed, to another mattress, likewise swathed in silk, on top of the first, creating a raised area about a foot higher than the bed itself. On top of this were several large cushions to help with positioning.

Now Evan gripped the boy firmly with both hands under his arms, and meeting the boy’s gaze again, He gave his beloved a broad smile, and then—with a tender nod of His head, slowly lowered the boy against the raised area. Then, drawing His hands beneath the boy’s behind, He lifted Benji onto what Evan, in Benji’s mind, called «the altar». Scooting closer, Evan pressed against the boy’s chest, bidding him lie back. As Benji lay down, Evan trailed His hand along the boy’s torso very lightly, causing the boy to shiver with delight. When He came to the gold chain that adorned the boy’s slender waist, Evan fingered it before undoing it and pulling it free. “I don’t want anything on you, boy, for this; I just want you.

Now Evan explored the boy’s legs; he carefully drew his touch all around the boy’s aching penis and trembling pouch. But these He did not touch; the boy still had many lessons to learn—and unlearn—about sexual pleasure with his Man. Evan let out a low, feral growl as He gazed down at this composition: His boy, naked, vulnerable, with all the treasures and delights the boy could give, lying before Him: ripe, untouched, ready for the picking. And there, at the junction of the boy’s legs, winking beneath his testes, protected in their bundle of baby-soft skin, was the rosebud enclosing the garden where Evan would establish His Manhood and complete His conquest. As Evan took all this in, He undid the anklets the boy still wore, then idly stroked the boy’s feet as He took in the loveliness of His prize, trembling beneath Him.

“Oh Benji, oh Benji, at last!” Evan said, and He gripped the boy beneath his knees, repositioning him for what was next. Glancing above him, Evan grinned; He saw His need had been anticipated. There, attached to the wall beyond were several lengths of silken fabric that draped down to the couch on which Benji was lying. Reaching over the boy, Evan took the two longer ones and pulled them close. They had narrow cushions sewn into them, and were designed to go beneath the boy’s knees, and then attach back to themselves. With these, Evan secured the boy’s legs. The other two—intended for the boy’s arms—Evan left unused for now.

Now Evan slowly drew His hands down along the inside of Benji’s widely spread legs until they found his goal. First, He gently traced His thumb around the winking rosebud, making the boy squirm. Then, lightly, He pressed it in, causing the boy to breathe in sharply. Savoring the firm-yet-tender flesh, now feeling a Man’s first touch, Evan growled again, saying, “let’s see what honey you have for Me, boy!” He leaned in, bringing His tongue to probe the boy’s quivering chamber. The boy convulsed as a delight never experienced surged through him. Honey Evan found indeed, and he drove deep, probing and lapping, delighted at the shudders and moans of His helpless, passion-mad boy.

Evan knew that the sweetness he tasted was an added touch in the boy’s preparation. But he knew that, after tonight’s mating, one of the many changes His Seed would bring is a restructuring of the boy’s digestive system, so that his quim could be devoted entirely to his Master’s pleasure; accordingly, the glands here would give a lovely liquor, for ease of mating and to delight Master’s tongue.

When Evan had gorged Himself on the boy’s honey pot, He withdrew with a last, lascivious lick; then He lifted His face so He could grin impishly at His boy from between his legs. Evan very much wanted to nip at the plaything thumping at the boy’s abdomen, but that had to wait.

As He leaned in, smiling broadly, Evan asked, “how are you doing, pup?”

Floating back down from the rapture he’d just experienced, Benji looked up at Evan with wide eyes, a huge grin and a somewhat disoriented look, as he panted to catch his breath. He reached up and placed his hand against Evan’s muscled chest, and sighed to feel the beat of His heart. Twice he started to say something, but paused to feel his joy and find words worthy of it. Finally, with a giggle, he gave up. Instead, Benji cupped one of Evan’s massive pecs, tenderly fingering the areola and the nipple; it moved him deeply to think of this privilege he enjoyed, to touch and savor such a Man! All for him! Only him! No words could express this. Leaning in, Evan gave Benji a deep kiss.

The instincts long bred in Evan’s Race were driving Him; a feral energy surged upward, so that even a pause felt like holding a door against a tornado. A fever was beginning to cloud Evan’s thoughts; He wanted to give in to it. Yet he recalled His father’s advice to take His time: “ride the wave, don’t be overtaken by it.” Evan and Benji petted each other for a few moments while Evan felt the surging tide recede, just a bit.

Reaching up, Evan undid the cloths that had kept the boy’s legs out of the way, and let the boy’s legs lay on his shoulders briefly. As he had the boy reposition, he pulled away the pillows that had served so well for tasting, but would position him too high for what was next. Now Evan moved the cushions from under the boy’s bottom, to prop up his back.

As Benji’s head and shoulders were lifted a bit, he looked down, beyond his torso, to where Evan was kneeling between his spread legs. Instinct drew Benji’s gaze to Evan’s Manhood, hard as stone, yet drawing up, up, until the head pointed at the ceiling, inches from Evan’s rippled stomach. But what captured Benji’s devotion was the head; minutes before, the foreskin still covered it; but now, Benji’s eyes were wide with wonder to watch the foreskin, of its own accord, begin to draw back, gradually revealing the glans in all its frightening perfection. A pearl of nectar glistened at the tip; Benji licked his lips.

As Evan now lifted the boy’s legs once more, Benji realized Evan had wanted Benji to see His Glory, fully unveiled, before the final act. Moving closer, Evan smiled down at Benji, lying on his back, his legs on Evan’s shoulders. “Are you ready?” Inside, Benji was trembling with fear and doubt—not fear of Evan, but fear of failing him, of falling short. Sensing the boy’s thoughts, Evan stroked the boy’s stomach, as if to say, “you won’t.”

Evan glided His hands down the boy’s legs, resting His left on the boy’s bottom to steady him. With His right, he held His Phallus and drew it down; so firm was his erection that Evan had to lean forward, and still the angle wasn’t right. He leaned further in, and whispered, “now, Benji, now!” as He pressed the blunt point of His Battering Ram against the trembling gates of the boy’s rectum, and began to press forward.

“Oh! OH! OHHHH!” Benji gasped as he felt the beginning of the invasion. It was the first time Evan had caused him pain.

“Shhhh, trust Me,” Evan whispered in Benji’s ear as He paused, allowing Benji to adjust. Mentally, He reassured him: «don’t worry; it’s supposed to hurt, even with your training. It always hurts the first time. Don’t be afraid! It will hurt at first, but you won’t be hurt. And it will never hurt again.» Benji nodded; he wanted this pain because he knew what it meant.

“Now, wrap your arms around my neck,” Evan whispered, and Benji complied.

With that, Evan pressed forward, slowly but steadily. Benji again winced; but now something clicked. Where the virgin sphincter would have clenched tight, now re-trained with a new instinct, it knew to begin yielding. Evan pressed a little more, until the flared head of His Manhood popped past the ring; As they both felt the sensation, the boy gasped; their faces inches apart, Evan grinned at Benji, whispering, “hooked!”

Then Evan asked, “Do you want it, boy?” After Benji nodded, Evan added, “then you have to push when I do, boy.” Benji saw it in Evan’s face an instant before he felt it below; and when he felt another stab of pain, he pushed, and groaned, and felt Evan entering him. Benji clutched at Evan, and felt as powerful an instinct to push down, as Evan did to press up.

Another thrust, another sting, another push and another inch. Each stage seemed to spread him a foot, so huge did Evan feel; yet what fear Benji felt was overwhelmed by a wave of longing, now that everything was, at long last, being consummated! Fixing Evan with a pleading gaze, Benji begged that his Beloved not stop; never stop! “Please, please!”

Evan felt the passion within Him break free of restraint; and with His hands gripping the boy’s hips, He growled low as He drove upward. The boy’s chamber, slick with the anointing he’d received beforehand, surrendered as it’s Master surged past the gates.

As his body arced and his hands clutched at his Lord, Benji’s cry mounted as Evan slid in, deeper and deeper, until, as the boy was gasping for breath, Evan’s fullness at last came to rest. Both He and the boy felt the boy’s chamber tighten, surrounding and embracing it’s Master, now seated securely in It’s rightful place.

Evan paused again, so Benji could savor it—in fact, so both could. “I’m all the way in, boy—I’m home,” Evan whispered as he clutched Benji to himself. He savored the reactions playing on Benji’s face: the surprise, the shock, the release, the joy, and the longing: for still more.

“Oh Benji boy, I’ve wanted this so long; now…” Evan did not finish the thought; instead, raising himself, looking down at the boy as love surged inside him, he gripped the boy’s waist…and it began.

Evan eased back a bit, only to thrust back in. Each time He lengthened the stroke; as He did, he could feel instant reactions in Benji’s body—a product of his months of training. He knew the boy’s pain was quickly dissolving in a wash of pleasure and joy. It wasn’t long before Evan was rocking in and out with long, steady strokes, egged on as much by His beloved’s yelps and groans of delight, as by the exquisite pleasures Benji’s pulsing love chamber was giving him. Meanwhile, Benji—with love and gratitude bursting inside him, reached out to explore the beautiful, powerful Man who owned him. His shoulders, His back, His arms, His chest, His rear—it all meant Manhood and mastery and completion to Benji. It was all so beautiful beyond words, wonder that transported him; and this was the only thing he could in any way call his. Clutching Evan’s rear, Benji pulled with all his might, wanting Him deeper and deeper.

Evan pulled the boy forward, so that His thrusts were more vertical now. Warming to the task—and in answer to Benji’s gasping pleas, Evan thrust deeper and deeper. Now Evan held the boy close and began to drive with His hips only, taking both of them to new heights of pleasure. From Benji, soon “please” and “more” became simply “yes!” and finally a rising crescendo of feral, panted joy.

Evan felt it happening; and as His thrusting began to slow, Benji knew it too. “Oh, Master, please! Oh, please!” Benji cried, almost sobbing as his body shuddered under each long, deep thrust. Then driving upward with everything He could give, deep and hard, Evan arced back, and then His body froze, clutching Benji with an iron grip. As He felt His Manhood, now planted deep in the core of His boy, convulse and began to fire, Evan released a shuddering groan. Now Man and boy were one.

Benji’s body, expertly trained and tuned, had sensed Evan’s nearing orgasm, and followed suit. A moment after Benji felt, deep inside, pulse after pulse of Evan’s Life filling him, his own quaking member, untouched, began to fire. And Evan, with his Mind as entangled with Benji’s mind as their bodies were, felt it coming. Anticipating the boy’s orgasm, Evan bent down, and wrapped His lips around the boy’s toy in time for cream to fill His mouth.

No words or even concrete thoughts needed to be shared. Evan and Benji were one. As Evan’s Mind enveloped and possessed Benji, so Benji’s body was likewise completely Evan’s. And as Evan’s Life had now been deposited inside Benji, so Benji had now, in every way he could, yielded himself to his Master. Evan and Benji lay still; Benji felt Evan’s Member, still rigid, seated securely inside him, fire It’s last; Evan, His lips around Benji’s member, knew when He’d taken the last delicious drop.

Releasing Benji’s penis, Evan drew up again, face to face, softly kissing His boy. Evan’s whole body was quaking and He clutched at His boy to steady him; Benji had started sobbing as he felt Evan’s orgasm; now, as his own ebbed, he began to calm. But there was no hurry; he wished he could keep Evan inside him like this forever.

Slowly, Evan’s Member began to relax and Evan began to disengage—if only because Benji was still bent in half.

“Oh, Master…” Benji cried out softly, as he felt Evan withdrawing.

“Shhh…I’m right here,” Evan said, as He gathered the boy in His arms, and brought him down to the bed, so they could lay together. He pulled Benji right against him, back to front, letting him feel His Greatness, still half erect, as it lay heavily against the boy’s cleavage. With His arms around him, Evan held Benji that way, not moving, except to pet and stroke the boy. Man and boy remained silent, feeling each other’s heartbeat and listening to each other’s long, easy breathing.

Leaving the silence undisturbed, Evan thought «do you feel Me inside you, boy?» Benji started to answer, but Evan stilled him. «Feel that?» Paying attention to his own body, Benji realized he did feel something; something small, but real—something alive—deep inside him.

«That’s Me, pup. That’s My Seed inside you. It’s alive and it’s moving.» As Evan explained it, Benji realized that’s exactly what he felt; some small form of life was moving up through his insides. Now that he was attuned to it, the sensation was startling; he realized that, but for his love for Evan, and his trust, this would be deeply frightening. Sensing uncertainty, Evan continued. «Remember what I told you, at the beginning. My Life inside you would change you. Now it’s begun; unstoppable.» Benji pressed back against Evan’s strong body; that’s what he wanted it to be: unstoppable.

«What’s it doing now?» Benji asked.

«It’s working it’s way up inside you. It’s spreading out and has already begun to penetrate your colon.» Benji realized he could feel it! A tingling spreading inside him, as each one pressed home. «It’ll all be absorbed; and in doing so, it’ll merge My DNA with yours, and set in motion all the changes I told you about.»

Benji nodded; he remembered, particularly how the Seed would refashion his rectum and lower colon, turning it into a chamber exclusively for love, while creating a new pathway for the digestive system. «How long, Master?»

«About two weeks. The new rectum will start to emerge within a few days, but it will take awhile to connect everything. When it’s complete, you’ll know when you feel something snap inside of you. It won’t hurt. But after that, you’ll empty yourself in a different way, and My private garden will be fresh and always ready for Me!

«But tonight, as the change begins, you may feel a little strange, but don’t be afraid!»

«I don’t think I’ll ever be afraid again, Master.»

Benji lay quietly in his Lord’s arms, savoring the feeling of Evan’s strength and manliness surrounding him; and sensing Evan’s Seed so alive within him, Benji sighed to be so perfectly possessed. Wriggling against his Man, Benji purred a little, and grinned as he thought of something—counting on it to be known instantly to Evan.

Evan chuckled. “Oh you bad little boy,” He whispered. «But what do You think, Master? What about more? Can i hold it? Will it help?»

Evan grinned, thinking, «Well, let’s find out!» as He began to explore Benji’s neck and shoulders with His lips. Benji sighed happily as he felt Evan’s Manhood throb quickly back to life. Evan drew His hand down to the boy’s hip, while with His other hand, He reached down to position Himself at the boy’s gate. But before He entered, Evan teased the boy’s rosebud with His finger; causing Benji to squirm and moan with delight. As He was about to enter him again, Evan whispered in the boy’s ear. “How many times, pup?”

“Oh Master,” Benji panted. “Over and over, forever! Fill me, fill me! Never stop! OH!” Now Evan pressed upward, much less gently this time, bursting past the boy’s tight but eagerly yielding gate. The yelped from a brief twinge but it was soon swamped by pleasure. With one, long, unbroken stroke, Evan planted Himself deeply within His boy. The tightness of the boy against Evan’s sensitive Phallus made Him shudder and pause, while Benji cried out, “Oh! OHH! Oh yesssSSSS! Yes, Master, yes, yes, You’re home! Oh thank You, thank You!”

As Evan began to slowly and steadily piston up and down inside His boy’s pulsing chamber, Benji’s words dissolved into pants and sobs of joy. As He nipped at the boy’s neck and ears and back, as His hands roamed freely over his quaking body, Evan plowed deeply. He turned the boy, now flat against the bed; then He lifted his hips, and mounted him like the pup he was.

As Evan neared His climax, preferring to breed the boy this time from the rear, He realized the boy would likely orgasm again, based on his training; but in this position, Evan could not enjoy the boy’s sweet cream, and He did not want it wasted on the bedding. He remembered Beck had told Him how, mentally, to turn a switch inside the boy; now was a good time to practice this. Before He was too lost in His own passion, Evan probed deeply into the boy’s psyche, and found the “switch”; and flipped it. It seemed He could feel something change ever so slightly in the boy’s responses—no less passionate, but just a little different.

But now Evan’s desire was overtaking Him and He became like a rutting animal; growling and thrusting, till at length, Evan gripped the boy’s hips with iron strength, and unleashed a second volley of His Seed deep inside. Again, again, again! Evan thrust, obeying His instinct to deposit His Life. When He’d calmed from His frenzy, He probed the boy’s mind, and confirmed: he had not fired this time. Continuing to explore the boy’s mind, He could feel both the peace the boy received from having a Man within him; yet there was a pocket of quivering, unreleased energy that Evan had dammed up. Evan smiled at one more domination; Benji sighed, feeling yet another joyful submission.

His Manhood planted firmly inside Benji, depositing It’s last, Evan—still gripping the boy’s hips—nuzzled and kissed the boy. Clutching the boy close, Evan rolled back onto his side. It was late, and Evan was getting sleepy. He wanted to pull out, but Benji was so blissfully impaled on Him. Evan smiled—it was so easy a thing to give His pet! So He whispered, close to Benji’s ear, “stay, boy, don’t move; just sleep!”

With Evan and the boy as close as possible, both soon drifted to sleep.

Chapter 40: Morning bliss

As sunlight filtered into the Suite, Benji, accustomed to early rising, stirred awake. As he did, he felt his Beloved still behind him; he could feel Evan’s erection nested in his cleavage; he was a little sad to be empty again; but then a twinge within his gut reminded him, that wasn’t really true. As Benji tuned into the slight stirrings inside him, he felt a surge of joy. And he recalled how full he felt after Master deposited Life within him a second time. Leaning back, he luxuriated in having Master’s strength surrounding him; he could feel his Lord’s heart beat and his breathing; it was heaven. Then, with a twinge of guilt, he wondered if there was anything he ought to be doing—should he get up and see about coffee or food for Master?

At that moment, he felt a thought he knew wasn’t his own; it was Master’s! «If you wake up before Me, boy, don’t move; let Me keep holding you until I wake up.» Benji had never had Master “leave a message” for him like this, but he thought that was rather clever, and he was happy to obey it. He leaned back in Master’s Arms, and delighted that he was, finally, and completely, and utterly owned!

Benji dozed off again, not waking again until he felt his Beloved stir. Sensing his Master’s thoughts, Benji snuggled against Evan’s arms, whispering, “Oh Master, I love you so much!”

“Mmm, I love you too my pup,” Evan said, leaning down to kiss the boy as he nuzzled his face against the boy’s. “Did you sleep well, My pet?”

“Mmmm, oh yes Master.”

“Good,” Evan said, stroking Benji’s hair.

“How may I serve You, my Lord?”

“This is fine, pup, for now; when I get up, I’ll have something for you.”

“Yes, Lord.”

Sensing Benji’s thoughts, Evan answered, «My beloved, when alone with Me, you can call me “Master,” or “Lord,” or “Beloved.” When others who belong to the Hidden World are around, then you call Me “Lord.” Yes, My Staff of Life is properly your “Master”—but it’s all Me, so…»

“Yes, my Beloved!”

Evan stroked his boy’s hair awhile, then sensing a question, said, “go ahead boy, you can ask Me anything.”

“Thank you, Master…” Benji hesitated to finish the question.

“Oh my boy, how can you be so silly?” Evan leaned in and started kissing the boy on the neck, while he reached down and caressed the boy’s chest. “Of course you pleased Me last night!” Evan growled with delight. “Oh g-d, how you pleased Me!” With these words, Benji felt Evan’s Manhood thump hard against him.

Benji sighed; nothing Evan could say would make him happier. “Did I taste good?” Benji grinned a little as he heard his own question.

“Oh, that!” Evan grinned, and then started tickling Benji till he got him to flip over and face him. Leaning close, and stroking his face, Evan whispered, “you tasted divine! That’s why I’ve been keeping you on that diet! Oh, you were so good!” Evan licked his lips. Then he reached down, and tickled Benji’s stomach. “And you know what? When My Life has worked its way through you,” now Evan reached down, between the boy’s legs, and lightly stroked the underside of the boy’s scrotum, “you’ll taste even better! These’ll be churning out unbelievably good cream. You’re going to be my little pet cow; putting out so much cream! Boy cream is a real delicacy, Men just love it. And I’ll have this all to Myself!” Benji blushed, as his playtoy quickly became fully erect.

Evan started to reach for it, then stopped himself. “You understand, don’t you, boy?” Benji did. It had been explained to him, during his training, that he needed to break the habit of expecting sexual pleasure through his penis, but only when he succeeded in giving his Master pleasure.

“You remember, boy—I turned this little spigot off last night?”

“Yes Master; that was a real surprise; but after i thought about it, it shouldn’t surprise me You would have such power.”

“A happy surprise?” Benji responded by bringing his face to Evan’s, and nuzzling close, letting his nose play against His.

Evan sighed happily, and then said, “Up, boy, time to get up.”

Benji climbed out of bed, and promptly knelt, facing his Master. As he did so, he glanced down, and realized: somehow, during the night, his chastity protector had gotten back in place! Evan, now sitting on the bed, facing his boy, saw his confusion. “You’re wondering how that happened, aren’t you boy?”

“Yes my Lord.”

“Simple: last night I told it do that, after you fell asleep. So it simply found it’s way back.”

Benji grinned, impressed. Then he gave himself a little shake, so he could feel the weight of the chastity protector. “Mmm, thank You Master!”

“You missed it, didn’t you pup?”

“Yes Master; and now I feel safer.”

Watching Benji shake himself that way, Evan had an idea. As Benji was looking up at Him, Evan commanded, “hold still, boy; don’t move.” For a moment, Evan closed His eyes to concentrate; then He opened them, and said, “OK, now you can look boy.” Looking down at his erection, Benji was surprised—there was a little bell on his ring!

“Go ahead and wiggle it, boy, see what happens.” Benji did, and to his—and his Lord’s delight, it gave a soft, cheerful ring.

As he kept making it ring, Benji glanced down, and that back at Evan. He started to ask how He’d done it, but then realized it was yet another application of the “living metal.”

Evan let the boy play a bit, then said, “Now, pup, you want to serve Me? It’s time to test another training program you went through.”

Benji nodded as his gaze was fixed on Evan’s waning erection, inches away. Evan stood up, opened Benji’s mouth and positioned it, then stepped closer, bringing his Phallus to Benji’s lips. Benji remained very still.

“Kiss your Master, boy. That’s a good boy!” Evan patted Benji’s head. “Now, open your mouth again, that’s it; receive your Master, good; now, remain very still, boy, very still…” Evan stood very still; after a brief moment, Benji felt it begin as a trickle; and with the instinct bred into him by his training, he formed a tight seal with his lips as Master’s Wine begin to flow, into his mouth and down his throat. As he swallowed rapidly, Benji remembered the swallowing drills; and as he felt the flow wane, he felt deep pride. Before letting go, he kissed Master once more, receiving one last drop of the delicious Gift.

“You should be proud, boy! You are such a good, good boy! Now, pup needs to go pee, huh boy? Huh? Yeah…” Evan stepped around Benji, and as he started toward the bathroom, he slapped his thigh for Benji to follow; it was a short distance, so Benji attempted it on all fours, earning more praise from Evan. The short walk to the bathroom was punctuated by the tinkling of the boy’s bell.

Once in the bathroom, Evan looked at the little bell, and said, “you know boy? A little of that goes a long way. Let’s save that for another time.” Just that quickly, the bell melted back into the chastity device.

This bathroom had a pet latrine very like that at the kennel where Benji and his brothers had been trained. Evan only had to gesture, and the pup went promptly to the latrine, climbed in, and lift his leg. Oh, it made Benji feel so proud! He got to show his Master how well he’d learned his lessons! When he finished, he trotted back to Evan.

Evan led Benji out to the sitting area, and pointed where he wanted the pup to sit. “Time for breakfast,” Evan said as he picked up the phone. Benji could tell that Master was talking not to a hotel employee, but one of the other Men’s boys. When he put down the phone, Evan walked over and petted his boy’s head some more. “Oh, I love you so, Benji!” As he continued caressing the boy’s neck and shoulders, he added, “I love you so much as a pup, but now I need the boy back.” Benji immediately switched from pup to inferior. “Yes, my Lord.”

“Make Me a little coffee, boy, and bring it to Me in the shower. Breakfast will be along, but don’t worry; it’ll be waiting for us when we finish. That’s a good boy!” Evan said, stroking Benji’s shoulders. He started to turn, then sensed a desire in the boy and stopped. Benji, still kneeling, nodded, and inhaled deeply several times. He was breathing the Scent of his Lord.

“Mmm, you love that, don’t you boy?” Benji looked up, smiling. “I love You so much, Master!”

Evan looked down, and petted Benji’s face. “I love you too, Benji—now, up you go; there’ll be plenty more of that.” Benji jumped up and hurried to make coffee for Evan, who called out as He walked back to the bathroom. “You can make tea for yourself, boy, if you like—but you may not get a chance to drink it right away!”

Chapter 40: A shower with Master

When Benji came into the bathroom, his Lord was in the shower behind a sliding glass door. Evan turned and saw Benji come in; He slid the door open, and cocked His head. “Come boy, come.”

As Benji stepped in, he took in the breathtaking sight of his Beloved, tall and strong, facing him, smiling at him with love and desire, water cascading down His muscled body. When Benji stepped in, Evan reached out and drew him close. With a low growling sigh, Evan leaned down and began to kiss the boy passionately. Evan’s Manhood, which was already at half-mast when he entered, now rose up fully; Benji’s did the same; and as they kissed, the boy’s sex bounced against Evan’s Member.

Evan’s lips roamed freely over the boy’s face, ears and neck, while His hands caressed his chest, stomach, sides, back and bottom. Finally, Evan took a breather, and paused simply to look down at His prize, lightly stroking the boy’s heaving chest. Reading the boy’s thoughts, He nodded, and said, “yes, boy, then I’ll wash you.” Benji nodded. Seeing a washcloth on the ledge, he poured some soap on it and began—with Evan’s prompting—at His shoulders. As his hands drew down along Evan’s arms, and then across His strong chest, feeling the mounds of His pectorals, Benji was overcome. “Oh! This is wonderful!” Evan smiled down, and ran his fingers through Benji’s wet hair, gently nudging him to continue.

The boy continued his ministrations, washing all of Evan’s chest, and under His arms; at a nod from Evan, he went around and washed His back, reading with his hands the exquisite poetry of His muscled back, tapering beautifully down to His hips. Benji then took on the beauty of Evan’s bottom as he drew the washcloth across the twin globes. Obeying Evan’s mental nudge, and delved between, giving careful attention to this private place.

Taking a fresh washcloth, and after lathering it with soap, Benji continued down Evan’s legs, still from behind Him. He crouched down in order to wash Evan’s feet, giving loving attention to each toe. As he finished each foot, Benji bent down, and kissed one—and then the other.

Still kneeling, Benji straightened up to finish the job. Evan smiled, and rubbed the boy’s head. “Smart puppy, saving the best for last!”

There it was, his Master, full of life, extended It’s full ten inches, erect and proud, just inches from his face! But Benji’s eyes were drawn, first, to the testes, heavy and full, that weighed down Evan’s scrotum. Benji felt wonder and reverence as he reached to touch them the first time; as he caressed them gently with the lathery cloth, they felt so heavy in his hands; he was awed to think of the tremendous power that they contained—a power to which his body and soul was blissfully enslaved.

Then he moved on to the Phallus that pulsed so close. He longed to kiss It, to wrap his lips around It, to give It all the devotion and worship he could. “Soon, boy, soon, I promise,” Evan whispered, reading the boy’s thoughts. Benji understood, and was grateful enough to be privileged to touch It. With the soapy cloth, he caressed the pillar of flesh, so strong and full of life, drawing it up over the head, then giving some attention to the folds of the foreskin, not quite drawn taut. When he finished, and the lather had rinsed away, gazing up at Evan, with His encouragement, Benji leaned in, and lovingly kissed It at the base, feeling It throb against his forehead.

Moving His hands from the boy’s head and neck to under his arms, Evan bid Benji to rise, facing him. “Now it’s My turn, boy.” Evan took the cloth and set it aside; filling his hands with the soap, he began to wash the boy’s hair, then, after nodding for him to close his eyes, his face as well. With soapy hands, Evan lovingly fondled and caressed the boy’s face, ears and neck.

With the care of a Master, Evan soaped the boy’s body, making sure he was clean; moving from shoulders, to his arms, and under them. Evan savored the sight of the white suds cascading down the boy’s developing muscles, rippling under the fresh, golden, sun-kissed skin. He delighted to tweak the boy’s nipples and tickle the dark circles surrounding them—and, when His hand reached there, the boy’s emerging six-pack. Benji was ticklish there, as Evan had discovered the day before, so He applied His fingers with the very lightest touch, making the boy’s abdomen convulse with exquisite torment.

Turning the boy to one side, and taking more soap in His hands, Evan now reached under the boy’s scrotum, and gently caressed it with His right hand, keeping His left on the boy’s back. Then He brought His hand up along the boy’s erection with one pass. Then He ran his soapy fingers through the small bush of darkish-blond pubic hair. Evan was careful not to over stimulate the boy; nevertheless, Benji sighed and swayed as Evan touch him here the first time.

Now moving directly behind the boy, Evan reached for the cloth again; he reached both arms around the boy as he brought the bottle of soap together with the cloth to lather it up. Then, setting down the soap, Evan began washing the trembling boy from his hips downward, kneeling so as to reach Benji’s well-developed calves and feet.

Lastly, Evan reached and pressed the soapy cloth between the boy’s cleavage; He pressed in, till He found the boy’s rosebud. After making a first pass with the cloth, Evan took it away, and explored with His hand, still slick with soap.

Gently, He pressed a finger past the boy’s defenses, petting the boy’s bottom to calm him, and indicating for him to lean against the tile wall. Evan probed deep with his soapy finger, delighted to see that the months of training had worked: the entry way did not fight His entry; yet He could feel the muscles of the boy’s chamber close tight around His finger, trying to draw it in, rather than push it out. Evan pulled back, and then probed again, now with two fingers; and the boy’s quim adjusted and again, lovingly engulfed His probe. «Does it hurt, boy?»

«No, my Lord…not at all!» Evan smiled, noting the pauses in the boy’s thoughts, revealing how excited the boy was.

Now Evan rose up; and again reaching both arms around the boy, He carefully washed His hands under the spray. Reading the boy’s thoughts, Evan laughed out loud. “Puppy, you think the silliest things at the silliest moment; I’m sure there’s enough hot water!” Leaning in, Evan kissed the boy’s neck, intending to give the boy something else to think about.

Soaping His hands once more, Evan held the boy with one arm, while He brought the other hand down behind the boy. He slid his hand between the boy’s firm globes and found His target once again. After making the boy’s quim slick with soap, Evan—looking at the base of the shower, saw how on two sides, there were two small ledges, or steps—one on each side, and of different heights. Now He understood why.

Evan turned the boy toward one of them, and whispered, “step up”; and now he was positioned perfectly. He fingered the boy’s rosebud once more, and then, after stroking himself with His soapy hand, drew up behind the boy; because of the step, the angle was perfect. He gripped the boy’s hips, and drew him back against Himself. His rampant Member pushed at the boy’s gate; He felt the boy tremble and wince briefly as He glided up inside. Benji shuddered and groaned as pleasure flooded him, radiating from his love chamber. When Evan had seated Himself all the way in and was standing fully erect, Benji could only barely touch his feet to the step.

“How does that feel, My toy, My prize?” Evan whispered in Benji’s ear, as He moved, oh-so-slightly, letting the boy feel his impalement.

“Oh, g-d, it’s incredible! Oh G-D! It’s the most wonderful thing! Oh Master!

Evan brought His arms up under the boy’s, holding him tight; and then He slowly began to thrust. The boy’s legs went wobbly, but the wall and Evan’s tight grip steadied him. “Shhh, it’s all right,” Evan whispered, giving the boy permission to let go completely—He would hold him; with that, the boy let his legs buckle completely—and now he became just a plaything, suspended on Evan’s massive Spear. Evan paused only a moment, and then renewed His long, upward thrusts, gliding from a position just inside the boy, until, at the furthest, He was lifting the boy’s entire body and briefly suspending him; only to repeat the rhythm.

Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through the boy’s mind, wrecking any attempt at sustained thought, Benji, in his utter powerlessness, his body limp and entirely controlled in every way, briefly formed a single, vivid image: of Evan, and him, like this endlessly, with himself forever a plaything at the whim of Evan’s powerful body and all-seeing mind and irresistible charisma. Forever, forever, like this!

Benji cried out with a guttural groan, from his very core, and his whole body convulsed in orgasm. But Evan held tight, and continued his assault, deepening the boy’s pleasure and making him cry out louder and with deeper passion.

Eventually, the boy’s orgasm subsided, and his thoughts cleared somewhat; and he realized: in all that, he had not fired. As he continued to ride the waves of pleasure, he offered that thought to Evan’s mind; and Evan—increasing caught up in His own fever—responded fitfully:

«That’s…a…special…orgasm…just for…boys…from inside…I felt it…you…squeezing…Me…Not…from your…toy…but…from your…core…»

Evan was holding the boy tightly at the hips as His pace increased. He felt the boy’s chamber tightly hugging and caressing Him, yet now, with the third mating, it was perfectly tuned. Both boy and Master were panting now as Evan felt His heat reach the boiling point. With a deep growl, He thrust once more, long and slow—and a primal instinct with him made His gluteal muscles tighten and thrust with a surprising force, determined to drive deeper, deeper. Evan pressed himself flat against the boy’s back, His arms locked under the boy’s and across his chest, His head on the boy’s shoulder, His face pressed against the boy’s cheek—all while His pelvis thrusted reflexively—and then, it came: an explosion of His Seed, driven deep inside the boy’s body.

Benji felt everything. With this third coitus, he could tell his body was being tuned more and more closely to match his Master; as Evan’s body acted, his own body was reacting instinctively—like a glove to a hand. So he could feel his Lord approaching His climax, and Benji’s excitement mounted right along. And it came: a burst of warmth, firing against his insides; volley after volley—it seemed a huge amount, filling him, just as Master’s Wine had filled his stomach not long before.

Then came his body’s response, beginning from a spot down where his body was now joined to Evan’s. It was, of course, his prostate, but Benji didn’t think about that. He didn’t care to think at all: just ride the waves of ecstasy as his body convulsed. He was dimly aware that his whole body was quaking again, pulse matching pulse. It went on and on and on…

When Benji’s mind began to clear, he remembered where he was; he was in the shower; in his Beloved’s embrace; Evan was still inside him…he felt himself starting to sink back into bliss…Evan was kissing him lightly, nuzzling against him, stroking his face and back, bringing him back.

«You’re still inside me.»

«Always, Benji.»

Slowly, reluctantly, Evan withdrew; sensing the boy’s loss, he kissed him generously as His Member pulled free. With a soapy hand, Evan reached down once more, and gently caressed the boy’s rosebud, to soothe it, if needed. Holding the boy with one arm, and washing himself a last time under the spray, Evan switched off the water, and stood in the silence, feeling both the boy and Himself breathe.

Evan smiled down at Benji, his head against His chest. “Are you all right, boy? Can you stand?”

Benji giggled. It was as if he was drunk—which, after a fashion, he was. Sighing with utter contentment, Benji opened his eyes and met Evan’s gaze but said nothing. Evan chuckled, and helped the boy climb out of the shower. There was a bench there, and he sat Benji down on it. As he brought a large towel to place around the boy.

With another sigh, Benji said in a faraway voice, “I’m sorry, Master…”

Evan said with a grin. “Don’t be sorry, Benji boy, that’s the most flattering thing you could do. Pardon the expression, but I guess I really have fucked your brains out!” That made Benji laugh hard, bringing him back to himself.

Evan began to dry Himself, while Benji, more himself now, did the same.

Within a few minutes, Evan had brushed his hair and done His other usual rituals. He wrapped a dry robe around himself, and looked over to see Benji, kneeling, mostly back to normal, but for a ridiculous grin on his face. Laughing some more, Evan petted the boy’s face as He turned toward the door, indicating for Benji to follow.

When He came back to table, breakfast was waiting under covers intended to keep it hot. Evan put His hand over one; it was surprisingly warm.

“Time to get back to work, boy—get the table ready for Me,” Evan said, as He walked to the bed, and found the cotton pants He’d worn the night before and put them on.

He came back to find His breakfast set out. He smiled, recalling Benji had brought Him a cup earlier, but He’d never even touched it. No matter; a new cup sat steaming by His eggs, bacon, fruit and toast.

Meanwhile, Benji had put his own breakfast into a couple of bowls, and set them on the floor; he was kneeling, facing his Master, within reach, waiting for permission.

“You need puppy time, don’t you, boy?” Benji nodded vigorously. Evan petted him, adding, “Go ahead, be My good little puppy for awhile. You deserve it, boy!” As Benji happily shifted to all fours, Evan gave his pretty round bottom a playful slap and a squeeze.

Evan watched the change take place. He had sent Benji somewhere he’d never gone before. While in training, he’d practiced being a pet, but his mind was really unchanged; it was a form of play, meant to prepare him for this. But Evan, both because of His mental powers, and because of the bonding that was now complete between Him and his boy, could not only invite the boy to play at being a puppy; He could, in effect, make the boy a puppy—in mind, if not in body. At Evan’s command, Benji’s mind had regressed, and entered into a much simpler mode. He could leave the boy there as long as He liked. He knew of some Males who had done it permanently. For Evan, it was just one way to enjoy His pet; and He knew it would be a joy for Benji as well.

Evan couldn’t remember ordering this large a breakfast, but He was glad for it; He was ravenously hungry. He couldn’t recall when breakfast had tasted so good to him. He watched His boy eagerly tuck into his breakfast. Evan gave the boy’s mind a gentle caress, but with the boy deep in puppy mode, he was unable to respond with anything but primal feelings: “Hungry! Love Master!”

After his fourth cup of coffee, and after eating everything that had been brought, Evan got up. It was approaching 11, and the sun would be high in the sky. He wanted to take the boy out to the beach, both to relax and play in the sun—but also to meet the world as a completed boy.

He got up and made a call; hanging up, He spoke to the pup, who looked up from his food as his Lord spoke to him: “Boy, when you hear a door knock, you’ll come back to boy mode; that’s when one of your brothers will be here to collect the breakfast items. I’m going to take care of some things; then, after you get things in order here, we’re going to the beach!” Benji went happily back to lick his bowls clean.

Soon he heard a knock on the door, and now Benji was a boy again, with his mind clearing and able to think normally. He jumped up and ran to the door; when he opened it, it was his pup brother Trig, wearing a very minimal, white bikini-style swimsuit that covered little and concealed nothing; in the back it had just a cord that went up along his crack. “Oh my gosh, you look so cute brother!”

Trig grinned when he saw Benji, completely natural, with only his shiny new collar. After Trig came in, he reached out and mussed Benji’s hair. He could see how very happy Benji was, now that he was mated; “I’m so envious of you brother!”

“Thanks brother, but don’t worry; your night will come soon.”

As Trig helped Benji gather up all the dishes from breakfast, he asked, “is it…is it all you hoped?”

Benji smiled, and then nodded toward his crotch. He’d been half-hard when Trig came in; “now, just thinking about, look what happens!” Benji said, as they both watched him get a rock-hard erection.

Trig grinned back at Benji as he felt his own dingus stir to life; his bathing suit, surprisingly, seemed able to accommodate it, Trig’s ample size notwithstanding. Then Trig reached out and playfully pinched at Benji’s round bottom, as he whispered, “He’s in there? His Life?” Benji grinned and nodded. Trig whirled around, feeling even more envious.

“Lucky! Well, I’d better go; I’m so happy for you, brother!”

“Thank you brother”; with that, Benji leaned in and gave trig a kiss, surprising both of them. They both blushed. Trig smiled and left.

As the door closed, Lord Evan returned, now looking very comfortable in his black swim trunks; to Benji’s eye, He filled them out a little more than usual. Evan was smiling, having witnessed the moment of tenderness between the pup brothers. Before Benji had a chance to kneel, He said, “why don’t you get My cooler together with some drinks from the fridge, and some ice, while I find the sunscreen and My Kindle? Good boy.”

Benji was itching to go, but both he and Evan would need sunscreen; Evan let the boy put some on Him, and He in turn rubbed some on the boy.

When all was ready, Benji expected his Master to give him something to wear—until it hit him: he’d be fully natural on the beach today, for the first time! He was so excited!

“By the way, boy, I have something to tell you. Remember when you asked Me, at New Years, about having your legs and arms modified, like that other pup? I’ve decided to do that; I’ll take care of that when I take you back home. Something to look forward to!

“Now let’s go show you off to the world, huh boy?” With that, Evan went to clip the leash on, considering clipping it down below, but seeing how erect the boy was, He thought that might be tricky, so He clipped it at the boy’s shiny new collar, that was so snug, it almost seemed a part of the boy—as, in effect, it was now. Evan put on his hat and shades, and signaled for the boy to lead Him out.

Chapter 41: The first day of a new life

Benji couldn’t have been more excited as he stepped out into the world, a complete boy! No longer wearing any covering, his nakedness told everyone: i’ve been mated! He couldn’t have been more proud.

Although he wasn’t wearing anything, Benji was carrying his Lord’s cooler and bag of necessaries. Like the day before, Evan led him first to the pool attendant; it was the same slave boy, Justin, with his deeply tanned, Nordic features, bleached curls and well packed green shorts.

“Good morning, Sir,” Justin said, his smile revealing gleaming white teeth as he took Evan’s items. “If i may say so, Sir, congratulations on Your mating.” He cast an appreciative glance at Benji who, while waiting, had crouched down on his knees with his legs spread wide.

“Thank you, slave; I see My Friends are over there, do you recognize Them?” Evan waved at Nathan and Manuel; He assumed Andrew might be in the water, or hadn’t arrived.

“Yes Sir, They asked me to set up a spot for You and your boy; shall i take Your items there now?”

“Yes, thanks,” Evan said, handing the slave some money. “Come boy,” He said, giving the leash a tug.

Evan led the boy down the center of the beach. The boy deserved his day of pride. When Evan met another Superior walking His pet—who was modified to walk more naturally as a pup—Benji crouched down and happily performed the proper greeting. He felt so happy as he felt the other pup nosing against his member; it meant he’d arrived at last! But as Benji sniffed around the other boy’s nether region, he was surprised: this pup had a tail!

After Evan started walking again, He said to Benji: “did you like that tail, boy? Would you like one like that?”

Benji looked back at Evan, and said, “May i, Lord? Yes, please!”

Evan smiled. “That’s no problem, boy; but it doesn’t work as well when you don’t go on all fours; but once we get you fixed that way, I’ll see about a tail.” Watching Benji bounce as he walked made Evan smile all the more. And seeing how many of the Men on the beach were admiring the handsome youth—that was all His—made Him very proud.

The next stop was the latrine, and here Evan instructed the boy to do number one and number two—again, a first in public for Benji. He did just fine, and then after washing himself at the spigot as he was taught, it was time to find the way back to the Friends.

When Evan met His Friends—Andrew had joined Manuel and Nathan by now—the other boys greeted Benji. While the pups all greeted each other in their fashion, among the Men were lots of grins and congratulations shared. Although He didn’t go into detail, Evan gave a general account of the joys He experienced, last night and that morning. Benji blushed to realize he’d performed so well; his brother pups, all their haunches and bunched together in their own pack nearby, congratulated him with nudges and smiles.

After an exchange of glances with the other Men, Evan unclipped Benji’s leash and said, “why don’t you go play with the other boys in the water? Each of the Masters gave permission in turn, and the four boys ran out to play in the water. Meanwhile, the Men laid out on the beach and watched Their sexy boys wrestle and play toss football in the waves.

After awhile, the boys returned and found their places near their Owners. As Benji came close, Evan grinned: after all that horseplay, the boy was still half-erect! Nodding, Evan said, “boy, you’re insatiable!”

As Benji lay down as Evan directed, with his head resting on Evan’s stomach, he looked up, with mock innocence, and said, “but isn’t that what You said would happen, my Lord?”

Evan laughed; “yep; but I didn’t expect it to happen that fast!” Reading the boy’s mind, He added, “actually, you can expect to feel changes in about a week, but you won’t be fully changed inside—with all the changes—for about six weeks. Then you’ll be my little cow!” That made Benji smile.

As Evan stroked the boy’s head and face, He mentally reminded the boy of his mating—three times so far!—and asked, in a low voice, “So, Benji, how was it? If you want to say?”

Benji turned on his side so he could gaze up at his Beloved. “Oh my Lord…” For a moment he just sighed. “The words i think of, seem so poor! What You did for me deserves so much better.”

“Try?”

Benji nodded. “For the first time in my life, i feel complete! Having You…there, and here”—Benji pointed to his mind—“and here”—he pointed to his heart—“it’s so perfect! And this is only my first day! I know so much more is coming! I’m so excited i think i could explode!”

“You were afraid a little, even last night, weren’t you pup?”

“Yes, my Lord; it did hurt at first—but then, it was, i dunno, a good kind of pain; i knew You weren’t hurting me; and i knew that it had to happen first. And even though i didn’t feel any pain today, i remembered it, and somehow that made today even better.”

“My Lord…” Benji hesitated.

“It’s OK, pup, don’t be afraid.”

“Well…is it really true that You’ll mount me like that all the time?”

A huge smile spread across Evan’s face. “Well, maybe not three times every day, but: yes boy! Remember, Men like Me have to mount a boy pretty frequently; it’s part of Our nature.”

Benji had a puzzled look on his face. “So…before last night…?”

Evan chuckled. “I’ll tell you about that later. But rest assured, I needed you, boy; and I promise I’ll keep you very satisfied!”

Benji sighed at the thought.

After both Man and boy lay quietly for awhile, with Evan idly fingering the boy’s ear, Evan said, “by the way, boy, isn’t there something you’ve forgotten about?”

Benji glanced up at Evan, puzzled.

“Isn’t there a bit of training you haven’t used yet?”

Benji’s eyes got wide, while Evan gave a cryptic smile, as He lay back to nap some more. He knew that thought would work at Benji, and keep him that much more in heat for the rest of the afternoon.

The rest of the afternoon alternated between drinking, playing in the water, and laying on the beach. As the evening shadows lengthened, Evan decided He’d had enough sun for the day, and so had His pet. Benji was tossing a football in the shallow water with several other boys, including some he’d met that day. Standing up, Evan whistled, and slapped against His thigh, to call His boy. Benji felt his Lord’s wish in his mind, and immediately tossed the ball to one of the other boys. Scurrying up the beach, breathing hard, the boy fell on his knees before his Lord. He sighed with happiness when the leash clicked in place. He loved it so! He felt so safe, and so loved!

“Come, boy, come!” Evan said, tugging at the leash; Benji jumped up, grabbed the items Evan had brought, and hurried ahead. Before entering the resort, Evan rinsed the sand off His feet, while He had the boy shower well under the cold water. Benji was shivering a little as Evan brought him inside. When Evan reached His suite, He directed the boy to put the items away while He stepped into the bathroom to strip out of his wet trunks. Stepping back out—now naked—Evan said, “boy, didn’t Beck teach you pups how to make drinks?”

“Yes Master, he did,” Benji replied, as he stopped what he was doing to gaze at his Lord.

“Well, then you should know how to make a Martini the way I like it, right? Mostly Vodka, a little Gin, a little Vermouth, shaken, with bleu cheese olives. You ever have one, pup?”

“Yes, my Lord, You gave me one, once.”

“Well, then make one for yourself—not too strong; and no olives. You can have a lemon twist.” Evan grinned at the boy. “In honor of our one-day anniversary, baby! I’ll be out of the shower in a few. Find some snacks too, pup!”

“Yes Master!”

Benji recalled all the times he did things like this for Evan in the dorm; and sometimes he resented it. But now, it gave him so much joy to serve Him!

He looked in the kitchen and found some pretzels, and some cheese and fruit in the fridge, and he put these out by the sitting area. He found some glasses, and took them to the freezer—only to find two of them already chilling—along with the Gin and Vodka. He got everything out but the glasses, and waited to hear the shower stop before he made the drinks.

While waiting, Benji looked around, and noticed some items sitting on the counter. It was the gold belly chain he’d worn on the Night, as well as a couple of cute bracelets; and a short little apron. It wasn’t long enough to cover anything, but he could see it would be very sexy to wear. He realized Evan had left these for him to wear, so he quickly put them on. Just as his Master emerged from the bathroom, loosely wearing a thick cotton robe, hanging open, Benji poured the drinks in the glasses. Evan nodded at the boy as He found a stereo on the counter, and turned on some music; it was Jazz, soft and sexy. Meanwhile, Benji had brought the drinks to Him.

“Mmmm, I see you put on what I left for you—good boy!” Evan took His drink, then leaned down to kiss Benji. “Turns out you did make a good house husband after all!”

Benji smiled: “yes my Beloved!”

Evan gave a toast: “To happiness!” Then He sampled it. “That’s very good, pup! Maybe just a little less Gin next time; but you shook it just right!” Taking His boy by the hand, he led him over to the couch. After He lay back against one arm of the couch, He patted the place next to Him for Benji. “But first, take off that silly apron. It’s sexy in the kitchen; here, not so much.” Evan took his drink while Benji obeyed, and then crawled up close to Him. “Here, but don’t drink this too fast—make it last. I, on the other hand, will likely have another before too long.”

Evan had His arm on the back of the couch when the boy sat down; now, He reached around with His hand on the boy’s chest.

“Did you have a good day, My love?”

Benji looked up into Evan’s eyes with a big smile and just nodded. Evan smiled, and took a sip of His drink. As He petted the boy, quite naturally, Benji’s gaze drifted back down to it’s natural focal point. Evan’s robe lay open, and the boy happily gazed with wonder at Evan’s resting Manhood. As Benji kept gazing, Evan reached and eased the Martini from his hand, and transferred it to the table beside Him.

“That makes you happy, doesn’t it boy?” Evan said very softly.

“So happy, Master”; Benji did not look up.

“You love your Master, don’t you, boy?”

“I love my Master so much!”

“As you should. Would you like to kiss your Master?”

“Oh, yes, Lord, please!”

“Go ahead then, boy. Kiss your Master.” Benji started to lean down, but Evan stopped him. “Wait, boy—shouldn’t you kneel before your Master?”

“Yes, Lord, may I?”

“Of course, boy! It’s only right.” Benji climbed off the couch, and after Evan had turned and spread His legs, the boy knelt between them. As he leaned in, Evan’s Greatness was slowly beginning to extend Itself. Benji leaned down, and reverently kissed the tip, still covered with the foreskin.

“Mmm, good boy! Would you like to worship It, boy?”

“Yes Master, that’s all i want to do.”

“Then do so, boy! Worship your Master. Give yourself to It, boy! You don’t know how? I’ll tell you. Lean forward, kiss It—that’s it; feel It against your lips, pup? It wants in; It belongs there, doesn’t It? Open your lips, let It in; that’s it, boy! That’s It’s throne, boy—your mouth. Let your Master in…”

As Evan coached him, Benji felt Evan’s Phallus pass between his lips, and then rapidly swell into his mouth. As It filled his mouth, Benji wasn’t sure what to do—because in his conscious memory, he’d never done this; yet, thanks to his months of training, his instinct responded for him. He did not remain still and let it snake down his throat—not yet. Instead, Benji wrapped his lips around the swelling head, and began to swirl his tongue around it. Soon he found his way within the folds, and touched the bare tip of his Master with his tongue. Evan sighed and praised the boy, egging him on.

As Evan’s Glory continued to lengthen, harden, and rise, the boy reared up, and tilted his head further down; but he didn’t let go; he gave devoted service to the tip with his lips and tongue, until the Phallus was at full height, and throbbing, pointed back toward Evan’s stomach. Now Benji was content to gaze at the Greatness, closing his eyes and rubbing his face against it.

“Oh, Lord, It’s so beautiful! i want to taste and touch every bit of It!”

“It’s all yours, baby! Make love to It!”

Benji sighed, and tried to decide where to start. For a moment, he just gazed with awe, as Evan’s Manhood extended fully, and the glans began to emerge from the foreskin. As his eyes trailed down, they rested on the heavy eggs that were the source of the Life that had entered him last night, and even now, was changing him forever. Then it dawned on him that this is also the source of the Scent that captured him and held him in his blissful bondage. Leaning down, Benji pressed his nose against the folds of skin, and inhaled deeply; and as a concentrated dose of Evan’s pheromones flooded his senses, his desire was electrified.

“I-i’m so grateful, Master,” Benji whispered, as he pressed his face close. “You made me what i am, and will be!” With that, the boy put out his tongue, and began to lick and lap at the Life-sources. They were so heavy on his tongue; imagining this was due to the gift that was inside, a gift for him, the boy nuzzled and licked with growing passion, moaning softly.

Slowly he began to move up the column of rigid flesh that towered over him. As Benji pressed in to kiss and lick the base, and he explored the girth of It and saw the Phallus as tall as his head, he marveled to think: “This has been inside me.” A twinge in his quim expressed a longing for It even now.

Evan watched the boy working from a kneeling position on the floor, and decided a new angle might work better. He patted the couch beside Him, and Benji hopped up. Fortunately, the couch was deep, allowing Evan to lean back, giving the boy plenty of room. Yet His erection was so intense, It was almost touching his stomach. Benji, now on all fours on the couch, peered down; Evan placed a hand on the boy’s head, lowering it to his stomach, where the boy could gaze directly at the glans. As he drew close to the helmet-shaped head, he touched it with just the tip of his tongue.

Sensing the boy’s thoughts, Evan replied, «you’re doing so well without them, but yes, boy, you can use your hands.» Benji knew he didn’t need his hands, but he longed to touch It. Benji reached and glided a single finger up along the underside, making It spasm when he reached the sensitive spot just beneath the head. Benji licked again at the head; this time, he tasted something new and delicious; not rich like the Wine he’d drunk that morning, but sweet and sticky like nectar from a flower. Benji wanted more, and kept licking at the hole.

As He petted the boy’s head, Evan was breathing harder. He not only had a ring-side seat to see the beauty of Benji’s devotion-filled process of discovery, he had access to the boy’s thoughts and feelings, with made it all even more intense. All this, on top of the physical sensations of the boy’s attentions, was driving Him crazy. It was hard to resist the instinct to drive up into the boy’s mouth; but Evan held back, extending the exquisite torment as long as possible.

It wasn’t long before licking wasn’t enough, now Benji pressed his lips against the head. It was both a true kiss of love; but also, an instinctive attempt to draw forth more of what he craved. He drew the glans into his mouth, closing his lips tightly just below the ridge. Evan felt the boy’s tongue begin exploring carefully, as if memorizing every detail of It’s shape and fullness.

“Ohhhh, pup….”

For the boy to go deeper, Evan had to shift sideways, stretching out on the couch, allowing the boy to face his Phallus head on; Evan propped up His head to watch the boy. Meanwhile, inches away from Evan’s face was the boy’s lovely playtoy; Evan loved seeing it bob and pulse, but gave it no attention for the moment.

Another instinct clicked in the boy; and he now began to press down, allowing his Master to slide deeper into his mouth, while gave loving attention with his lips and tongue. He drew back, and slid down again, a little farther each time. It was not even halfway in before Benji felt his Master pressing at his throat. Because he had no conscious memory of his training experience, he felt a twinge of hesitation; but with love and trust surging in his heart, he pressed on. On the next stroke, he felt it: Master had passed the gate of his throat; another stroke, and He was deeper; and another, and another, until, at last, Benji felt a bush of hair tickling his chin.

Evan reached down with both hands, and caressed the boy’s head. He would have held the boy there, if needed; but the boy’s own intense devotion held him there. Evan paused to take in the sensations—and as a telepath, He had access to both His own, and the boy’s. He felt His Phallus pulsing against the close confines of the boy’s throat, while the boy tickled the base with his tongue, and held his lips tight. Meanwhile He could feel the sweep of the boy’s emotions: his vulnerability; the fear that was held at bay by equal parts trust and longing; the surge of desire and arousal that rippled through the boy’s whole being; and above all, the soaring joy in his accomplishment. With His mind, Evan responded, letting him know just how proud He was, and how much he loved his boy!

Evan reached down, and stroked the boy’s neck, enjoying the sensation of feeling Himself, hard as rock, just beneath the boy’s skin. Then, for the boy’s sake, He stroked the boy’s face, indicating he had to pull back. Reluctantly, the boy pulled up, keeping his lips wrapped tight as he did so. After taking a few, overdue breaths, the boy began again as before: slowly rising and falling, alternating longer and shorter strokes this time, and taking time to use his tongue to give the tender underside extra attention. Yet Benji was clearly seeking to plunge down again, eager to repeat his accomplishment. As he did, he thought, «Oh my Lord, i wish i didn’t need to breathe! Then i could be here forever!»

Evan, whose arousal was mounting, didn’t want to break the spell with any words, or even try to form a thought; instead, he just pressed into the boy’s mind the content of his heart: «Love! LOVE!»

Evan was panting now, and almost at he verge; if He let go, He would explode; but as much as He wanted to, He wanted to give His boy the reward of tasting His Seed this first time. And as much as He longed to deposit His Seed, He also wanted to prolong this moment. There would be countless times He nourished His boy this way; but the first time would happen only once.

With His hands and His mind, Evan held the boy steady, and very slowly, eased back to allow Benji to breathe. Then He held the boy still, letting His Member rest just inside the boy’s mouth.

While the boy held still, Evan glanced up again to see the boy’s eight-inch erection bouncing up against his belly; and He noticed the boy’s testes were drawn up close. He was aching to fire as well; then Evan remembered, He’d turned that off earlier.

He reached up, and drew His finger lightly from the boy’s rosebud to the hairless pouch that was holding tight the boy’s testes. A shiver passed through the boy’s body, reaching His own Phallus through the boy’s mouth. With His right hand, Evan stroked the boy’s cheek, bidding him to resume. Then Evan reached up, and with His hands on the boy’s legs, repositioned him, lowering his pelvis until the boy’s erection was right over Evan’s face.

As the boy began going up and down once more on His Glory, Evan reached down and caressed the boy. Mentally, He told the Benji, «I know you love having Me deep in your throat, boy; but this time, My Gift will come in your mouth.» The boy obeyed. Instead, he happily lapped and sucked at His Master, feeling It pulse, and being rewarded with tastes of nectar. Hearing Evan’s pace of breathing increase egged him on, craving nourishment.

Evan was now lost in desire, and He began to thrust His pelvis upward into the boy’s hungry mouth, while His hands gripped Benji’s head. He was panting; the boy was suckling; then it happened. Evan’s whole body went rigid, and with an iron grip He held the boy’s mouth tight around His Phallus; as He felt the first volley explode, He willed the boy to keep his lips locked in place; not a molecule of the precious Gift must be lost!

As Evan’s Greatness tensed and then began to fire, sensing it, Benji closed tight, and with his whole being, sucked: he wanted this as much as he wanted anything. Immediately, he felt the hot, thick ropes of his Master’s Seed pouring into his waiting mouth; the volleys came so fast, that for an instant, he feared the Gift would flood his mouth. Part of him wanted to swallow it down, so it could become part of him; while part of him wanted to savor the nutty richness. As he swallowed, it thrilled him to feel the silky ropes of Life filling his throat, and glide down into his stomach.

When Evan’s Cannon had fired It’s last, and the flood became a trickle, Benji kept the last swallow in his mouth, rolling it across his tongue, before swallowing it at last. His consolation prize was to be able to kiss and lick and suckle at Master. It made him so very happy; he wished time would stop for this.

When Evan had recovered, and was feeling the warm afterglow, He decide one more reward for His boy was due. He gave a command to the living metal chastity device his boy was wearing, causing it to bend down, on it’s own, toward Evan’s waiting mouth. Then He probed the boy’s mind, and turned on the switch he’d turned off, before. Suddenly, Benji’s body convulsed, and his member began to fire, and Evan had fun catching the spurts of cream as they burst forth. When the boy subsided, leaving just a dribble on the tip of his toy, Evan leaned up, and with a kiss, caught the last bit. Then He nudged the boy to swivel around, and then pulled him into his embrace, having him lay right on top of him, wrapping first his arms, and then his legs, around the boy. Pulling Benji’s lips to his own, he opened his mouth, and shared some of the boy’s cream with Benji. Evan couldn’t help smiling when he saw, in Benji’s eyes, first surprise, and then realization. But they kept kissing, until all the shared goodness had been swallowed.

Breaking free at last, Evan gazed up at His boy and stroked his face. They both breathed deeply, and felt each against the other. No one wanted to speak.

How long Evan cradled His boy like that, He couldn’t tell. Eventually, there were words spoken; and with a long caress along the boy’s face, Evan reluctantly had the boy get up. Evan got up behind him. Looking down at Benji, who was standing before him, Evan said, “I think, before all that, we were going to have dinner,” That made Benji laugh. “Do you want to go out? Or eat in?”

Benji didn’t answer; he had a puzzled look, as he tipped his head to one side.

“Aw, pup, you don’t know how to choose, do you? Poor thing.” Evan took the boy in His arms once more, and gazed intently in his eyes. “I know why you hesitated, boy; you were trying to figure out what I wanted, weren’t you?”

“Yes, Master,” Benji said, a little bashfully.

“Aw, pup; I love you so!” Evan leaned in and kissed his boy on his head.