The Red Room Series #1

As Sick As The Secrets Within

[Please note that The Red Room Series are all works of fiction. Some of these will be finished and some will not. Thank you.]

I arrived at the house around 8 that night and parked my Jeep in front as I was instructed. The place looked eerie even though it seemed well maintained. I swallowed hard and locked the door to the jeep and looked toward the front door of the house. I could see a dim red light inside, I assumed it came from the room I was told to come to when I got inside. I hesitated for a minute thinking I should run; every nerve in my body was screaming at me to get back in the jeep and go home. But I swallowed all the fear, balled up my fist and went inside. I closed the door behind me quietly though its closing echoed through the still house, announcing my arrival.

“Hello” I could hear his voice come from the room down the hall. The tone and pitch made me think that he was pleased and I was safe. I could feel my nerves still screaming to run and now my pulse began to thunder in solidarity of the chorus of protest my body was singing. “Sorry I’m late” I replied weakly, still standing at the front door.

“Nonsense,” he replied “you’re right on time young man.” I made my way down the hall toward the red light as I was instructed. This was my first time meeting him and I was so nervous that I wanted to run away and throw up. He must have been quietly listening to my approach. As I drew closer to the room, I could smell the intense aroma of tobacco and hear the faint hissing of a butane lighter. I clenched my jaw in anticipation and kept my fist clenched as I stood just outside the red room. The sweet smell of his cigar filled my nostrils as he spoke. “Come in son” he beckoned quietly as he began to take another drag.

I gathered what ever courage I had in me and did as I was told. I walked through the door to find him sitting in a leather wingback chair that was facing the direction of the door. I took in the scene with a fascination and genuine curiosity as to what he was going to do to me. Opposite the wall with the chair was the bed where he would use me and train me and mold me into his boy, I had hoped. It wasn’t much to look at but at least it was clean in appearance. Behind his chair was a fireplace with some unlit logs in it with red lights weaved through out. There were also red lights in the fixture in the ceiling, but I dared not look away from him to see them. He sat there in a full set of black leather gear in the red light, the dim fire from his cigar lighting up his face as he took a drag, staring at me with his dark eyes. “Hello daddy” I said to him as I approached. “Hello son” he responded after letting out a thick plume of cigar smoke into the air. He put the cigar down in a large ash tray on the table next to his chair and adjusted himself in the seat slightly. As I got next to him, I got on my knees as I was instructed in the email he had sent and took off my baseball cap, my white and black flannel shirt and the white undershirt I had on. I sat there and waited and hoped and internally begged for his approval before he spoke or made another move. “Good boy” he whispered as he reached out to stroke my chest hair. He ran his hands over my pecs and growled as he ran his fingers through my chest hair. “Thank you sir” I replied quietly staring him in the eye. “You’re welcome son” he said as he grabbed both of my nipples and gave them a firm but gentle tug. I faltered in that moment and winced as he continued to tug and twist them in his firm grasp. I looked him in the eye, silently begging for mercy but knew not to ask for it; I wouldn’t receive any mercy as per our agreement in the email. “Good boy” he said quietly, releasing me from the pain. He put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it into his crotch and held it there. I inhaled deeply of his manly scent and that of the scent of his leather. I breathed deep the stench of his sweaty crotch and the stale cum from the jock strap he had on underneath the leather. My mouth began to water in anticipation. I could make out the outline of his cock in the dim light and desperately wanted to touch it and stroke it and suck it and swallow it and feel it inside me.

“Who do you belong to?” he asked in a demanding tone as I sniffed his balls. “I belong to you, sir” I replied and looked at him with a fearful expression. “Correct” he said. “You want my cock, don’t you?” he asked me while I continued to sniff him. “Yes” I said, my voice beginning to crack “Yes sir I do.” He had let go of my head and I looked up at him and in his eyes for approval. He grabbed both sides of my head and began to kiss me and tell me that I was his boy and that I was a good boy. I thanked him for his praise as he began to stand up, pulling me up with him.