Francis had friends round watching the football when I got home from university. I wanted them to go away. I didn't know what Francis had told them about me and our relationship but they kept watching me, I could sense them looking at me when I wasn't paying attention to them.
"Silas is home," He'd said as I'd come home by way of introduction. "I told you he was pretty didn't I?"
The four of them turned to glance at me, their eyes skimming over me before they turned back to Francis.
"So fucking pretty he could be a chick," one of them responded.
"Go get changed and then come watch the game, kid." Francis wasn't even looking at me as he spoke but I knew it was an order.
When I returned to the main room, Francis held out his hand to me then pulled me to sit on the floor between his legs. He ran his hand through my hair as he and his friends discussed the game, ignoring me.
"I have some work to do, Francis. Can I go?" I asked at half time.
"Get us some beers first."
I handed out the bottles of beer, unsurprised that they didn't stop their conversation to say thank you. I escaped into the bedroom, away from their stares. I bet Francis had told them that I was his submissive or something. He'd done that before, when we were out with some of his friends. Someone had asked me what I was drinking.
"He's fine." Francis had responded for me, obviously he'd decided my one rum and coke was enough for the night.
They'd glanced at me and then back to Francis.
"Glass of water, Silas?" They'd addressed me while staring at Francis.
"He's fine. You don't have to worry about him, that's my job."
"Your job? As his boyfriend?"
"As his master."
I'd dropped my head, closing my eyes. I didn't want to be part of this conversation. I'd never described him as my 'master' and now everyone we were out with would see me as Francis' pet. They'd think back over all the time they'd known me and re-assess everything that they had taken for shyness for submissiveness.
"You're in some sort of dom/sub relationship?"
"Yes."
"And you like that, Silas?"
Francis put his hand on the back of my neck and then pinched as he laughed.
"You guys don't get it do you? He likes this or he'd say something."
When Francis left the table to take his pills in the privacy of the toilets, they'd crowded around me.
"Look, Silas. We'll be cool if this is your choice but if you're being forced in anyway, we'll help you out. We know he's a forceful guy, always controlling things but he shouldn't do it with people you know?"
"I'm good with the relationship," I assured them.
"Seriously?"
"If I wanted to get out then I'd break it off."
"Would he let you?"
"You don't believe that he cares for me do you?"
They smiled.
"We only get to see part of your relationship and you don't talk and he tells you what to do. What are we meant to believe?"
"Have you ever seen him with another guy? Have you ever been around him when I'm not around and not heard him speak about me?"
They shook their heads.
"What's the sex like?"
I blushed and glanced at the table.
"Is it like proper bdsm shit?"
"You shouldn't ask him about sex," Francis interjected as he returned, moving his friends out of the way as he draped his arm around my shoulders. "He doesn't even talk to me about it. He's a good little catholic boy you know?"
They'd laughed and then changed the subject but every time we went out with them and Francis left me alone they'd check that I was still happy in the relationship.
I heard laughter coming from the living room. I shuddered, unable to shake the feeling that Francis was discussing me with his friends. Perhaps, he was playing with me. Last week he'd bought new toys and then suddenly discovered the fun he could have with pegs. I'd stood naked in front of him with pegs on my nipples attempting to hold still while he attached more pegs to my cock and balls.
"Fuck, you look sexy like this. I want to tie you up." He'd stood up, went to the wardrobe and chose a tie. "Hands behind your back, kid." He wrapped the tie around my wrists and then tied it. He licked my neck before whispering into my ear. "You like to be tied up, baby? Perhaps one day you're walking home from uni and it's dark and someone grabs you, forces you into an alleyway." He gripped my arms tighter. "And he has a couple of friends waiting in the alley for you. Would you like that, Silas? Three guys, beating on you, fucking you raw."
I shivered. The sounds of cheering in the next room disrupted me from my day dream. Someone must have scored in the football. I wished Francis would make his friends leave. My cock was hard and throbbing against the tight material of my jeans. If only Francis didn't have friends over, friends who watched me. I hoped he hadn't decided to recreate that fantasy by letting his friends become involved in our sex play.
I undressed deciding to be ready and waiting for when the football game was over and Francis wanted me kneeling before him. He'd promised that we'd play with the new toys tonight. They were waiting for us in the drawer under the bed. I could look. Francis was busy with football. I had time for a quick glance. I slid to my knees in front of the drawer, glanced at the door as if I could see Francis through it and then opened the drawer. Francis had bought a cane and a whip. I ran my fingers alone the smooth leather handle of the whip, closing my fingers around it's firm length brought images of Francis' cock. I glanced at the door again and then closed my eyes, picking up the whip and holding the handle against my own hard cock.
Francis could be in front of me, naked and hard. He could be kissing me as I stroked our erections together. He could be panting and moaning into my mouth, demanding that I stroked him harder. He could stop me, gripping my wrists firmly, leaving faint bruises. He could whisper, in that commanding way, whisper that I should suck him off. And I'd bend down, my head between his knees, inhaling that scent that was pure Francis, the smell which kept me in captivity me more than his words. I'd run my tongue along his length, teasing him until he gripped my hair and forced me down onto him and for once, I would taste Francis instead of latex. For once, he wouldn't come in my mouth. He'd pull me away and then, only then would he get a condom and I'd straddle his knees, kissing him, exchanging saliva and I'd lower myself down onto him.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
My eyes snapped open, the whip dropping from my hand. Francis stood in the doorway. There were no sounds coming from the living meaning the TV was off and his friends had gone. He took a step closer to me, smirking, realising that his presence had made me mute.
"I asked you a question."
"Francis, I was.." My words faltered as he moved to stand right in front of me, grabbing hold of my chin and forcing me to look up at him.
"You were?" He whispered.
"I'm sorry, Francis."
He grabbed hold of my hair and jerked me to my feet, to my tiptoes. He was still smiling but that meant that he had a plan.
"Silas, you know me, you know how I work so why would you think I wanted an apology when I asked what you were doing? Why would you make me repeat myself, Silas? You know I don't like that. So answer my question and then I'll have to punish you."
I closed my eyes so that I didn't have to see his response when I spoke.
"I wanted to play, Francis, but you were busy. I was just going to wait for you and then I thought I'd just look at the new toys but then I started day dreaming. I'm sorry, Francis. I didn't mean to go that far."
"Open your eyes and tell me your day dream."
"But Francis," I began, opening my eyes.
