Meeting the family

Kyle, Ken and Matt each took their seats at the table and proceeded to be waited on by Logan and Martin who quickly began serving a decedent plentiful breakfast.

After everyone had loaded their plates with food, Ken eventually broke the silence, asking “Kyle, aren’t you going to introduce me to this new **** joining us?” He asked gesturing towards the collar Matt wore clearly marking him as a ****.

Kyle reached for Matt's hand then gently squeezed it. "Father, meet Matty" Kyle announced, his voice firm and self-assured. "He's going to be my new ****, but also my sissy boyfriend. I’d appreciate it if you could help draw up his **** contract like you did for Logan if it’s not too much trouble."

Matt could feel the tension in the atmosphere, the silence deafening as everyone stared at him in amazement. He held Kyle's hand tighter, the gesture offering reassurance to his newly minted **** and sissy boyfriend.

Matty looked down at his plate, unable to meet anyone's gaze. The announcement had come abruptly, leaving him stunned and overwhelmed. He couldn't help but wonder if this sudden change would lead to resentment from Logan or his father. Would they view him as a threat or a rival for Kyle's attention?

Ken raised an eyebrow, scanning Matty up and down with a calculating gaze. "Well, I didn't expect that," he finally commented, his voice cool and collected. "Still, you seem quite lovely, Matty." Ken continued, his voice now softer and more amicable. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have another plaything around the house. I’ll draw up the papers this morning for you Kyle.”

Matty felt a flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck, his gaze fixated on his empty plate. "Thank you, sir," he mumbled, his voice trembling slightly.

Logan cleared his throat, his expression stoic and unreadable.

"Well," he said, his voice neutral and nonchalant. "I guess congratulations are in order, Matty. And an excellent decision Master."

Matty's heart swelled, his gratitude towards Logan evident in his wide-eyed gaze. "Thank you, Logan," he replied, his voice trembling slightly. "I appreciate your acceptance."

Logan nodded, unable to stop himself from smiling as he remembered the shy guy he met at the club last night, and seeing him now so happy and after such a transformation, it was hard not to feel happy for him.

Ken placed his fork on his plate, his gaze locked on Matty. "You know," he mused, his voice thoughtful and contemplative. "I can't help but wonder what you were like before."

Matty swallowed hard, his gaze shifting uncomfortably between Ken and Kyle. "I was... just a scared, shy simple guy, trying to find his place in the world."

Ken smiled, “and do you think you’ve found it?” He asked, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.

Matty paused, a strange mixture of fear and excitement coursing through his veins.

His gaze shifted from Ken to Kyle, his voice wavering slightly as he answered, "I believe... I believe I have, that this is who I really am and where I’m supposed to be."

Ken leaned back in his chair, his eyes locked on Matty. "I can only imagine what must have happened to bring you here," he mused, his voice soft and melancholic. "Perhaps we can discuss it sometime, Matty."

Matty swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. Thankfully Kyle jumped in, saving him by playfully adding “you know what happens at the club stays at the club dad, I’m sorry but our lips are forever sealed.” Kyle said, winking at Matty and then back at his father.

Matty gulped nervously. That was close, he thought to himself. Thank God for Kyle.

Ken nodded, his eyes flashing with amusement. "Alright, alright," he conceded, his voice thick with laughter. "No harm done, I suppose. Just curious, you understand."

Matty exhaled a sigh of relief, his heart pounding in his chest. "Yes, sir," he murmured, his voice barely audible.

As the meal progressed, the conversation ebbed and flowed seamlessly, the three men sharing stories and laughing heartily. Matty marveled at the ease with which he fit into this unusual family dynamic, his fears of rejection and judgment quickly fading away. He couldn't help but feel grateful for the chance to belong somewhere, to be accepted for who he truly was.