Author's Note: I apologize for an even longer wait between chapter 06 and this chapter than the break before. I finished exams earlier in the week so I finally had plenty of free time to write this chapter. I know at least a handful of people were invested in this story and getting messages from their over the last few months made me determined to close out this story at some point. Unless something changes with my plan for the characters, I'm planning on wrapping up the story by the end of chapter 08 to give some closure to the story. I promise a nice ending.
I've also been working on other stories over the last several months, so if you are so inclined keep an eye out for those if I get around to polishing them to the point where I wouldn't be embarrassed to submit them to the public.
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To Kyle's great distress, his Master never came over to ask for him that day. Kyle hadn't even seen him leave the house while watching from an upstairs window early in the day. He had been able to hold out hope until he finished eating dinner. From that point on, the rest of the night was spent moping around the house.
Life just wasn't fun without at least part of the day spent playing with his Master and looking forward to future pleasure and fun. Not only that, his Master had just recently fucked and kissed him for the first times. His body was already hungering for more on both fronts but he had no way to satisfy either desire.
Kyle decided to go to bed early because he was feeling lonely and he also figured that if his Master was feeling better in the morning it would be good to be well-rested for him. Despite this plan, his body had other ideas. Nearly an hour of rolling around in the bed while trying to get comfortable and fall asleep had gotten him no closer to sleep. He was finally able to drift off when he started fantasizing about making out with his Master and imagining how it would all be okay the next day.
Things weren't okay the next day though. Kyle waited for a couple hours after waking up but still he saw no activity from his neighbor's house. Before eating lunch, Kyle walked over through the backyards and this time knocked on the door. There was no response after the slow twenty seconds Kyle counted in his head. He bit his lip nervously and knocked loudly a few times. He waited a full minute and still received nothing.
Kyle stared pathetically through the window next to the door and thought about breaking it and climbing in but he realized that might just make his Master mad at him. Clearly he didn't want to see Kyle.
That final thought started bouncing around his head as he walked slowly back to his own place. For the rest of the day, he just sulked on the couch or kitchen and pitied himself, barely focusing much on the tv shows he was watching or food he was eating.
By the time the sun had set, his negative emotions had grown much stronger as they fed on each other. He was torn between beating himself up for not being good enough and feeling bitter towards his Master and the dog. Kyle realized his Master clearly cared about the dog more than him, but why? He was much better than a dog, wasn't he? Of course he was. It was absurd to have to feel jealous about a dog.
Around midnight Kyle still hadn't heard anything from his Master. He crawled into bed and started crying under the covers, feeling pathetic the whole time. It was clear his Master didn't care about him anymore. He was just a toy to be thrown away. The thoughts kept growing darker and more unreasonable but they made him feel good in a perverse way.
Once he finally stopped crying, Kyle decided that even if his Master finally remembered him, he wouldn't even go over to his house anymore. Kyle didn't need him. His Master could just get a new dog to care about more than Kyle. He turned off his alarm so he could sleep in late through the morning and curled up into a ball on the bed for comfort. He fell asleep quickly since he felt exhausted from his sobbing.
Kyle woke up to a loud dinging noise in his room. He sat up a little and looked at his alarm clock. It wasn't going off. Kyle got out of bed and finally woke up enough to realize it was his doorbell. A rejuvenating wave of excitement coursed through his veins as he thought about his Master. It had to be him!
Then he calmed himself down and remembered his thoughts while in bed the last night. He scowled at the wall, remembering his bitter mood. He crept down the stairs in just a black pair of panties and saw enough of the man standing outside the door to tell it was his Master. He froze halfway down the stairs. He quickly tried to rehearse what he was going to say to his Master about how it was clear he didn't care about Kyle and how Kyle didn't want him anymore anyway.
Righteous anger flooded his senses and he walked down the rest of the stairs and to the door. He opened the door and his Master, who was staring around the porch with a somber look on his face, turned to the doorway and smiled.
"Kyle! I was almost ready to give up; I thought maybe you weren't home," he said nervously.
"Oh, so now you care where I am?" said Kyle. He tried to sound mad but it fell apart halfway through the sentence and he started crying again.
--- Roberts Perspective ----
Roberts froze in panic as his neighbor sank against the far wall and started sobbing. For a second he considered leaving. After all, hadn't he done enough to ruin Kyle's life already? This was all his fault anyway for meddling with the hypnotic control in the first place. As soon as the thought entered his mind he shamed himself for even thinking about being a coward and running away until Kyle calmed down.
He stepped into the home and closed the door gently before walked over to Kyle and helping him stand straight. He rubbed Kyle's shoulders and kissed his blonde head since Kyle's face was hanging down.
"Sshhhh princess, it's okay," Roberts whispered softly.
"Nooo," whined Kyle through his tears. Roberts slowly moved his right hand to Kyle's chin and lifted Kyle's head up. Kyle looked away from him. Roberts almost started crying himself as he saw Kyle's face. The younger man's eyes were bloodshot and the skin around them was red. Roberts felt his heart sinking as he realized Kyle had already been crying not long before. His fault. All his fault. He had been so selfish even though he was the cause of Kyle's intense feelings of love towards him.
"I'm so sorry Kyle. I feel so guilty," murmured Roberts quietly. He began to wipe the fresh tears away with a finger using tender motions. Kyle stood submissively while he did so.
"I don't want you anymore. You like your dog more than me!" said Kyle with a whimper. It was hard to understand him but Roberts understood anyway. His own tears began to drip down his face then too.
"That's not true Kyle," he said in the same calm and steady voice. "I was just being selfish. I indulged my own sadness for far too long. I didn't think about how you might be dealing with the loneliness. So if you want to hate me, hate me for being an idiot, not because I don't care about you." He kissed away one particularly fat tear.
"I don't hate you," mumbled Kyle. "I love you and stuff..."
"I love you too Kyle. I think you know that, but I'm not blaming you for being upset with me. I still need you though. I promise I won't hurt you again if you keep me."
Kyle sniffed and nodded. He hugged himself against Roberts' body like a powerful clamp. Roberts hugged him back and buried his nose in Kyle's soft hair, marveling at how he had truly fallen for the younger man in such a short time.
Kyle squeezed him tight for a few minutes before finally pulling his face away from Robert's chest. Kyle looked at Robert's face for a second and then looked away.
"I want kisses," said Kyle with another congested sniff.
"You can have them. As many as you want from now on, okay?"
"O-okay."
Roberts kissed Kyle hard which caused him to be pushed against the wall. Kyle moaned into his mouth and he pinned Kyle's hands to the sides and went at it. He pushed his tongue into Kyle's mouth and they began to french kiss passionately.
