1. Knowledge Itself is Power


    Date: 8/7/2017, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Warrior_Ink, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    Kieran was true to his word. For two months following our little encounter in the restroom, I heard no mention of the Aneros toy. In fact, I didn't hear much of anything from him. Our contact at the dojo became perfunctory. There was always something in his countenance that seemed... forced. I began to worry that he was avoiding me. Apparently, it was a matter of chance that we missed one another in our comings and goings from home. I heard very little from Kieran's apartment, so I assumed that he was spending most of his nights away. Away where? I'm going to tell you what I did, but I want to clear some things up about Kieran's side of the story first. In the years since this happened, I've spoken to Kieran about the time line of events, and he actually got a few of the details wrong. Firstly, I had no idea that Kieran had received the Aneros toy before he held the package under my nose and taunted me with it. Kieran had wondered if I sent him the package on purpose, but that wasn't it at all. The shipping mistake was, for the most part, an honest one. Secondly, Kieran had wondered if I kept the butt plug in my ass during the karate demonstration. The thought turned him on a lot, so I let him believe that I had really done it. I did have it in me when Kieran found me in the change room, but it's actually a little more complicated than that. Talking to Kieran about the toy that day really... woke something inside of me. I have more history with him than he remembers, but I ...
    had never actually looked at him with something like desire before that day. He was so... I still don't know how to explain myself. I couldn't stop thinking about our conversation. I couldn't stop thinking about him. Something had taken a hold of me that day, and he never really let me go. I decided to pursue it. I had told him to leave - which he did - but I didn't really want him to. This says a lot more about me than it does about him. I've never been the kind of guy to open up honestly about his feelings. As they become more intense, they begin to express themselves in powerful fantasies, not unlike a lucid dream. My mind's eye told me that Kieran Holloran never actually left my apartment that day. With all of the proper mannerisms of a perverted gentleman, he forced his way over the threshold. I didn't try to stop him, and he led me to the bedroom. He never once checked to see if I would follow him, but I did. I found the Aneros toy already lying in the center of my bed. Kieran crossed the room and sat down in the cushioned chair adjacent to it. His expression was amiable, but his purpose was implicit. It spoke to the darker things in the secret places of my mind, places that I had no idea actually existed. I've learned to follow where these dreams lead me, because they always teach me something about myself. This illusory Kieran was never bossy to me. He simply laid the toy on the bed and sat in a nearby chair... to watch? I thought that it must be true, and I conceived ...
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