Chapter 5 - Caught in the act
The next morning I was awakened by a constant banging noise. I opened my eyes and when I turned my head towards the window I saw heavy raindrops hitting the glass and going down on its surface. I was staring at it for a few moments before I stretched my body a little and stood up. I came closer to the window and looked outside; it was dark and the sky was covered with heavy rain clouds. I looked at it for a while and noticed there wasnât even the slightest sign of the sun. I sighed quietly; this was probably going to be one of those days when you sit at home all day and wonder what to do with the time. But soon my attitude changed a lot; it was barely morning and there was no doubts that the rain would stop sooner or later. And even if it wouldnât I still had stuff I could do, not to mention the fact that I would spend the whole day with Mr. Parker, an incredibly hot alpha stud. Suddenly the perspective of spending the day indoors became a lot more attractive.
I turned my head to see what the time was, but instead of looking at the clock, my gaze was drawn by my cell phone. I kept staring at it for a moment, feeling a strange sensation fill in my body. I felt a sudden and strong need to check the bondage website immediately to see if âBondage-Prisonerâ replied to my message, but something was holding me back. A big part of me desperately wanted to look at the website, but, after some intense struggle with myself, I managed to fight the temptation off. After all, I contacted him only several hours ago and it was doubtful that he would respond so quickly. What was more, I didnât want to seem too intrusive in his eyes. So instead of logging in on the website I simply checked the time and put the phone back on the desk.
It was nearly half past eight; I had nothing special to do, so I decided to take a shower. Since it was quite cold that day I grabbed my pale blue jeans, boxer briefs, a pair of fresh socks, the cleats, a grey shirt and took everything to the bathroom. Since there was no sign of Mr. Parker, I assumed he was still sleeping and I tried to be as quiet as possible. After a long, relaxing shower I brushed my teeth and put the clothes on. Then I returned to my bedroom to clean it up a little and check if someone called me or wrote me a message. It was strange, but when I had my phone in my hands last time I didnât do it; probably I was too busy to fight the urge to log in on that website. As I was expecting, there were no messages or unanswered calls.
I went down the stairs and when I was passing by Mr. Parkerâs bedroom I heard him roll on his bed. After that there was silence; for a brief moment I was wondering what would it feel like to enter his room and lick his bare feet while he was still asleep. When I was picturing myself kneeling in front of his muscled body I felt a familiar tingling inside my boxer briefs. I stood there for some time, before another noise pulled me out from my semi-conscious state. I didnât wait there to see if my host was up and went to the kitchenette to prepare breakfast. I wasnât as good cook as Mr. Parker, but I wasnât the worst one either. I decided to make fried eggs with bacon and toasts; nothing too sophisticated, but I knew my host liked this kind of food. While I was busy with cutting the bacon into slices I heard voice behind me.
âMorning, kiddo. Did you sleep well?â
I turned around and saw Mr. Parker standing in front of me, wearing just his underwear. It seemed as if someone or something was testing my will; the sight of that muscular alpha bloke was amazing and it was very hard for me not to moan in excitement. But I couldnât, so I just suppressed the urge to do so and focused on the conversation.
âOf course, Sir. I always sleep well here.â
âNo wonder you do, kid. The place is quiet, peaceful, surrounded by nature⊠what more can I guy want?â
âI could name at least one thing, Sir.â I replied to his rhetorical question before I could bit my tongue.
âI bet you can, Ryan. When I was at your age I also couldnât get chicks out of my mind.â
âYeah, Iâm an open book to you, arenât I, Sir?â I turned back to the ingredients on the table.
âNothing to be ashamed of, kid. Youâre a good looking young man, no wonder you think about this kind of stuff.â
âAnyway, Iâm preparing breakfast, Sir. You want to eat now, or after you take a shower?â I asked, trying to change the subject.
âI think Iâll take a shower first. But before I go: I think I heard your phone in your bedroom. You want me to stay here and watch over the eggs and bacon when you go get it?â
âIf you donât mind, Sir⊠It could be my Dad, you said he tried to call me the other day.â
I left the fork and wooden spoon on the table and headed to the stairs. When I was passing by Mr. Parker I took a really deep breath, inhaling as much of his masculine scent as possible. As usual, it was intoxicating. Unfortunately, the smell was fading away as I was walking away from the giant bloke. I got to my room, grabbed the phone and checked it; it turned out a friend of mine wrote a message asking if he could come to my place to hang out. I replied that I was out of town for a while and I would call him the moment I return home. I was about to put the phone back on the table, but I hesitated for a while. I decided to take it downstairs and check the bondage website when Mr. Parker would be in the bathroom. I put it into the back pocket of my jeans and went downstairs.
âThe breakfast is almost ready, Ryan. When you finish with frying take the pan from the electric cooker and cover it with something, so the eggs and meat are still hot when we begin eating. You mind waiting for me so we can eat together?â
âNot at all, Sir. Take your time, Iâll make sure the food stays nice and warm.â
âGlad to hear that. Iâll be back soon, kiddo.â
He left and soon I heard the water running in the bathroom. I looked at the breakfast; everything was ready, so I did as Mr. Parker said, took the frying pan from the electric cook and put a plate on it. Then I poured water into the boiling pot and turned it on. Finally I took my phone and typed my nickname and password on the bondage website. My heart was pounding in my chest during the waiting to log in. When the site emerged on the screen my eyes went directly to the messages. I got even more excited when it turned out that I had one unread message and it was from âBondage-Prisonerâ. I opened it and read:
Hey there! Iâm glad I got your interest, boy. According to your profile, you and I like the same kind of things. The fact that youâre not looking for sex is a great advantage. If youâre not a fake, I would like to know a little more about you.
I read the message several times before I calmed down; I wanted to message him back immediately, when I heard my hostâs voice:
âYouâre really absorbed in that phone, Ryan, you didnât even realize I got back. So tell me, who are you writing with?â He asked with a devilish smile on his faceâŠ
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