Getting Centred

Part 2



Lyle opened the door to another room and gestured me in. It was at least twice the size of the room I'd had, when I'd first lived here. It was better lit, and there was a big bed. I noticed the cuffs at the posts immediately. Upon further inspection of the room, I realized there was an open door, leading to a bathroom; apparently allowing me some privacy. I glanced at the walls, and was surprised at the lack of visible camera's.

Mr. Lyle startled me, asking me, "Do you like your new room?"

I nodded.

"Then get down on your knees and thank me," he commanded.

I hesitated for a moment, before doing as I was told. I began a litany inside my head; 'I'll escape soon, I'll escape soon, I'll escape soon.' I went down on my knees and unfastened his pants, fumbling with the belt in my nervousness.

Lyle stood above me, and with disbelief, I realized his expression was actually tender. His hand touched my hair and he let his fingers sift through my hair. I pulled his pants and briefs down together, and his cock sprang out, already hard. My submission must have really turned him on.

He'd better not get used to it.

I mentally prepared myself, waiting for him to grab my head; expecting him to shove his cock down my throat, as the guard last night had done. After a moment, I realized he wasn't going to move; I wasn't sure if I was relieved, or would have preferred being forced.

There was a drop of moisture on his cock, and I reached out to lick it off. He groaned softly, but he still didn't move to take away my control.

Nervously, I opened my mouth further, drawing him in. I lifted my arms and gripped his hips before flicking my tongue over the organ in my mouth. Above me, Lyle was still caressing his hand through my hair, his voice encouraging me, and not forcing me. I'm not sure which is worse, the fact that he's not actually forcing me, or the fact that I'm not detesting it, like I know I should be.

I remember the night before, when the guard grabbed my head and rammed his dick down my throat- not caring that I was gagging--my throat was still bruised, and I expected Lyle to shove further in at any moment.

"That's good, Jaro. You're doing fine. Start a suction," he directed from above me.

I obeyed, startled when he moaned. His grip on my hair tightened, but otherwise, he didn't move. I had no idea what I was doing, but I used my tongue to caress his cock, and continued sucking; until he finally lost control with a loud shout and shoved further into my throat. I swallowed what I could, shuddering at the memory of being forced to lick it from the floor, the night before. I didn't want to have to do that again, ever.

The night before, I had literally been ill. I felt guilty now, wondering why, this time, I didn't feel even slightly compelled to be sick.

"Stand up, I want to kiss you," he ordered me, tugging at my shoulder.

I didn't want to kiss him, I didn't even want to look at him, but neither did I dare anger him. I let him kiss me, jerking back when I felt his tongue enter my mouth; but his hand at my skull kept me from escaping. He explored my mouth, tasting himself. I was shocked when I realized I was becoming hard, myself.

"Sweet, innocent Jarod," Lyle murmured and pulled away from me, releasing me to stumble back.

"It's time for bed, Jaro," he directed me to the bed. Once I had laid back, he cuffed my wrists to the posts, and without another word, shut out the lights; leaving me to my confusion and jumbling thoughts.

The next morning, I was already awake when Lyle entered. I had to piss so bad, I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it.

He released my cuffs without a word, and I jumped off the bed and ran to the toilet. When I returned, he was waiting for me, standing next to my bed.

"Good morning, Jarod," he greeted me, cheerfully.

"Mornin'," I nervously answered, slowly approaching him. His smile did not bode well for me, I knew it right down to my bones.

Once I was within arms' reach, he pulled me into his arms, and kissed me.

I stiffened on reflex, and forced myself to relax against him. The moment he felt his kiss returned, he made a small noise and deepened it. I had no practice with kissing men, but he certainly didn't seem to mind; if anything, I think it turned him on.

His hands began roaming over my body, caressing my hips, my back, my ass. A whimper escaped my throat, when I realized I was beginning to react to his touch. How could my body want someone that had done nothing but torture it in the past? I didn't get a chance to dwell on this. He smiled against my lips, before pulling away to fall on his knees before me. He glanced up into my face, and as I gazed down at him, in shock, I saw a glint of triumph there.

What battle had he just won? Where was the power, in kneeling before someone, anyone? I couldn't understand his mind, and the moment his tongue touched my cock, I stopped trying to. I tried to stay still for him, like he had done for me; but there was no way I could control myself. It had been too long since I'd last had sex, to successfully reign myself in. His hands moved to grip my hips, controlling the force of my thrusts. Even with the fog of lust clouding my brain, it didn't take a genius to realize he was very experienced with what he was doing. He finished me off, and swallowed before pulling away from me.

I stared at him, still in shock. My legs were shaking so hard, I could barely stand. Lyle stood up, looking very pleased with himself, and he chuckled. "Get dressed, Pretender, it's time for a sim. If you do a proper job for me, I'll let you have breakfast," he promised.

Glancing around, I spotted the closet. Inside were the shapeless blue outfits, identifying me as a Pretender. It was strange to be putting on clothes again. After only a week without them, they felt constrictive. But, I was relieved to be able to cover myself; even if it was under the watchful eyes of my worst enemy.

I didn't want to do a pretend, I didn't want to work for the Centre again at all; but I didn't want to go back to the cage, either. This way, I still had hope of escape.

The pretend was rather non-controversial, as pretends go, and I was relieved it wasn't likely to be used to cause anyone’s death.

He took me back to my room to eat breakfast alone, and I pondered the mystery that was Lyle. I wondered what he could be up to. When he offered me this 'deal', he had not mentioned anything about kindness, and I had not expected any. What was he going to gain? A soft, nagging little voice suggested he didn't have an ulterior motive, that he had possibly changed, but I knew it wasn't the case; I knew it wasn't. This was Mr. Lyle, Raine's protégé. A wife beater, a killer, an evil man. He'd shot my brother, Kyle- thrown my sister, Emily, out a window- kidnapped my fiancée, Zoey- and now I was thinking he might have changed? Not a chance.


I went through last nights conversation. 'I want you to offer yourself to me' he had said. Strange, actually. I mean, he could have simply demanded I get on my hands and knees; why bother with my compliance? He said he wanted me in every way possible. I wasn't experienced with men, but I had gone to enough sites on-line to know what he was talking about. Was he into all that kinky stuff? Glancing at the cuffs on the bed, I had a feeling he was. Did he want something from me other than sex? I just didn't know.