Accepting responsibility

You arrived back home to find a familiar figure already there, sat fidgeting upon the doorstep. Suddenly you were acutely aware of the damp patch still hidden beneath your borrowed hoody, those feelings of grimy satisfaction now mingling with the guilt from the last time you encountered this particular young man.

“Hey…” Offered Tomi, somewhat sheepishly.

“Hey…” You replied, in equal discomfort. What else was there to say to someone who, just the day before, had walked in on his own mother riding you in wild abandon. The image of Sara bucking above you in both overflowing ecstasy and overwhelming embarrassment was still burned into your retina, so you were sure it was still foremost in his mind too.

“Can we go in?” The spindly teen asked, surveying the empty street with nervous suspicion.

You nodded, and unlocked the door. Still unsure whether you were inviting fury, shame or some sense of great betrayal over that threshold.

Once inside, you led the young man to the front room. Offering him a warm beverage as he sat down on the very sofa where the crime had been committed. You didn’t dare take off Trev’s hoody to get changed as the kettle boiled, but rolled the fear that you might stink of another man’s cum over and over in your mind. It made you hand the steaming mug over like it was a hand grenade, trying to keep your body at arm's length at all times.

“Mum says Ben doesn’t mind you… doing that with other people.” He blurted out, as if the words had only been held back on a thread.

“She said you kinda think of yourself as a ‘Walking Dildo’, right? A human sex-toy?”

You could only nod, searching Tomi’s face for any sign this analysis made the situation any easier in his mind. Made it make any more sense to him.

“So… what? You just let anyone fuck you, whenever they like? No questions asked?” The young man’s stare was firm and pointed, as if trying to pry open the lie in your lifestyle.

“Sort of…” You assented, feeling more needled about those details than you had in a long time. “I’m sure if I ever said no, everyone would be alright with it…”

“But you never do say no, do you?” He finished for you, earning an immediate aversion of eyes in answer.

No. You had never said no. Not since meeting Ben. Every day had been a gasping ‘Yes, Yes. Yes!’ as you let yourself be led down one back alley adventure after another and slowly gave away more and more control until all that was left was a simple, wonderful purpose: to serve and please. To give out pleasure wherever it was wanted and entertain your master with every sordid little detail afterwards.

“I just like to make people feel good…” You whined, eyes near watering with earnest emotion. “I never want it to get more complicated than that. I never want to upset anybody!”

Tomi leaned back at last, as if realising quite how fiercely he'd been glaring. His soft-carved features having been no less beauteous when held in a scowl. You needed this boy to like you, even more than your usual desperation for approval from anyone you met. Your heart physically ached at the thought your actions had hurt him in any way.

“Can you forgive me?” You begged, unable to hold back the quivering lip and pleading look you more often offered to those in leather boots and holding various whips or paddles.

The eighteen year old sighed, but then smiled… perhaps finally understanding just what kind of pathetic creature he was dealing with here. It was hard to stay mad at a toy or a tool, after all. That was a fact you relied on.

“You literally fucked my mother, dude… and I get the feeling she’s gonna get you to do it again!” He spelled out, in exasperated tones. Clearly still struggling to even process the idea.

“But… I guess it’s better than her hooking up with some stranger. You ain’t gonna start asking me to call you ‘Daddy’.” He chuckled at even the suggestion, eyeing your submissive, feminised shape.

“Okay, fine… I think I can deal with this. But you owe me! And I think I have an idea or two about how to pay me back.”