Day 11: Looking forward to next time

Eldrin spent the next two days in a haze. His cross-dressing escapades with Lucas kept intruding on his thoughts. Even halfway during conversations, his mind would wander, only to be rudely brought back to the present when he noticed people waiting for him to answer a question he'd missed.

He eagerly looked forward to their next meeting, and dreaded it at the same time. Eldrin knew it was madness to keep going... but it felt so natural, so right. He should try to wean himself off the cycle before it went too far, he knew, but there seemed to be nothing he could do to stop himself.

He was erect for most of the day, fantasizing about what Lucas would make him do next, then angrily rebuking himself. One time, his unconsciously rested his palm on his bulge and only barely avoided soiling his underwear.

He didn't know how his nightly adventures had come to dominate his mind so thoroughly in such a short time. Lucas was just some man off the streets. He barely even knew him, not really, and yet he knew he'd never met anyone quite like him.

It was very clear Lucas was older than him, much older--the lines on his face were not all battle scars. That--to his own surprise--wasn't the issue, though. He'd aged well, he was handsome and muscular, with a bit of stubble that Eldrin yearned to rub his fingers over.

He was a man, of course, a Human one at that, but that also wasn't the issue. Human/Elf couplings had become much rarer during the war, but they weren't unheard of.

The issue was that Lucas always seemed to know exactly what to say to make him go weak in the knees. Even when he didn't say anything at all, a stern look was sometimes all it took to turn his spine to jelly. More even than his gruff masculinity, it was that self-assurance, that absolute belief in his own strength that attracted him... and yet it scared him too.

He didn't think Lucas was the kind of person to take advantage of him--but he could. At any time he wished, he could **** himself on Eldrin, and there'd be nothing the Elf could to do stop him. What was happening to him? Had this been hiding deep inside of him all along? When they met up tomorrow... What would Lucas demand of him? And time after that? Eldrin's life was spiraling out of control so fast he couldn't keep up.

Even during the day, he found himself stealing glances at the muscular and rugged guards in the streets whenever he could. Men strong enough to pick him up in one hand, officers with the boom of command in their voice. What was he becoming? If any of them realized his weakness, he'd be lost. His mind boiled with nightmarish scenarios of exposure and disgrace and terror. And the worst part of it all? Even that excited him. The thought of being simply taken, helpless to resist, **** to... He shuddered with perverse arousal, too afraid to finish the thought.

He needed some reprieve from his own perverted urges, before they grew out of control. He needed to see Lucas again. Time crept by at a snail's pace.

Finally, it was time. Unable to restrain himself for a moment longer, he leapt up from his seat. The sudden move startled his mother, but he was already out the door. He didn't bother with stealth or discretion; he just wanted to get there as quickly as possible.

When he got this his destination, he could already see Lucas approaching. He waited anxiously for him to close the distance. He didn't know what to do with his hands. Putting them in his pockets seemed too casual, by his side too artificial, and behind his back too ****, so he ended up fiddling with his shirt awkwardly, feeling like a child.

Lucas stepped right up to him, forcing him to tilt his head up. He got right to the point. "Are you wearing it?"

He did not have to clarify what he meant: the plug. "Y-yes."

For a moment he worried Lucas would want to check. Worried... or hoped? Before he could figure out which, though, Lucas nodded in satisfaction.

"Follow me, then. The store closes in a bell, so we don't have a lot of time."

He turned and set off, not bothering to wait for a response. Eldrin had to take a few quick steps to catch up. They had walked down a couple of streets in silence, Lucas' steps purposeful, Eldrin's more hesitant, the pressure of his plug conscious in his mind.

"Where are we going?" Eldrin finally asked.

"You haven't guessed yet?" Lucas sounded amused. "Did you think I wanted you in men's clothing all evening? We're going to pick out something more suitable."

"I don't have any money," Eldrin pointed out worriedly.

"It'll be my treat." Lucas replied. "Ah, here. This is it."

They came to a halt. It seemed tiny, barely four paces wide, but when the entered the store, he found it was very deep, and widened the deeper it went.

A wizened old man approached. He was tall and thin, but something about his demeanor told Eldrin that he had been broadly built in his younger days.

"Good evening, sirs. Can I help you?"

Lucas shook his head. "We'd like to look around a bit, if that's all right?"

"Of course, sir. If you require any assistance, don't hesitate to call."

The old man stepped back from them, bowing his head and shoulders as he did, and returned to a small counter at the side, where he began poring over a ledger, muttering to himself under his breath.

They moved deeper into the store, well out of earshot of the proprietor. Lucas sat himself down on a small wooden stool that creaked under his weight.

"Go ahead and look around," he told Eldrin. "If you find anything you like, try it on."

"Aren't you going to help?"

"What kind of help were you looking for, little Elf?" Lucas laughed, making Eldrin blush. "You pick and I'll judge, how about that. Pick something pretty."

"All right," Eldrin replied.