A fictional story detailing total power exchange, violence, brutality and exploitation of a gay guy, by his straight tenant leading to a complete and final conclusion following years of **** and extortion. The characters are fictional and reference or implied relationship to anyone alive or dead is coincidental.
Chapter one - the new tenant.
I'm amazed how it all started, it's frightening to think how far one human can push another. I mean it's not like I was a pushover in the beginning. I was a successful early thirties, career minded senior executive, I had a great circle of friends, had a stunning 5 bedroom farm house in Cheshire, luxury car and housekeeper. Above all I was wealthy. A good six figure salary along with bountiful bonuses, years of shrewd investing had left a sizable nest egg and an inheritance ensured I was comfortable for the rest of my life...
Little did I know that that life was to change forever. Soon I would relearn my position in life. I would discover that I am in fact not that successful, charismatic, outgoing individual I thought I was, but actually a snivelling low life faggot scum born purely to make one superior individual's life better than anyone else's. The change in my outlook took less than six weeks, the commitment to my new life has lasted nearly three years. Soon this new way of life will come to an abrupt end.
~ oOo ~
The door bell rang, it was Dan Charles, a prospective tenant interested in renting a large double room in the east wing of my farmhouse. He was in his early twenties, a third year computer sciences student at The University of Manchester and was looking for a place where he could be "comfortable" to complete his final year. He was chatty, fashionably dressed and not the nerd I thought he would be, but quite the opposite. He was very cocksure, handsome and toned, his thick dark hair cut short and he sported a well kept goatee and the deepest biggest brown eyes ever. It looked like he worked out too, his figure wasn't massive, but toned and was plain to see as his t shirt hugged his large pecs and followed the contours of his triangular shaped body down to his tight jeans packed full of his manly figure.
I was taken a back and drew in a breath as I opened the door to him. Dan clocked my response and smiled thrusting his hand out,
"Hi I'm Dan, I am here to see about the double room?"
I paused taking in the beauty of the lad in front of me,
"Um" I stammered "you'd better come in then..."
Dan pushed past me and walked into the large entrance hall of the farm house as he did so I clocked his tight ass and manly thighs and dreamed for a moment of being on my knees between them!
"wow" he said, "it's a big place; must of set you back a packet?" glancing around and seeing the stairs, he pointed "my room this way then?"
"er yeah, go right on up - last door on the left"
Dan turned on his heels, and boyishly scampered up the stairs, I followed, my mind fixated on this handsome boys rear. Dan reaches the ancient oak door, lifts the wrought iron catch and pushed open the door with a long loud squeak. Before his was a room 7m by 6m big an en suite of to the left, with a large bay window overlooking the rolling fields of Cheshire. To one side was a super king size bed, with lavish Yves Delorme bed set, pillows and throw. In front of that on the wall was a 50 inch flat screen television with Xbox, Sky Plus and Blu ray player. To the right of that two Duresta grandmother chairs, in front of a sideboard with bar and all the condiments for a relaxing evening drinking. Finally in the corner a large desk with a state of the art computer, printer and phone.
"what you think?" I said, "As I said in the advert its well appointed?"
"Fuck me! I'd get like 4 birds in that bed in one go! Course I'll take it.... £450 a month; yeah?" he said joyfully
"Sure, plus your bond of a £1000. That a problem?"
"None at all mate, I'll move in later today if I can?" he ferreted around in his coat pockets and produced a paper note "Here's a cheque for the bond and first month's rent?"
And that's how it started, like any other landlord / tenant relationship, nothing untoward, no surprises, well at least for the rest of that day.
~ oOo ~
Dan and I left the room, went back down stairs and I showed him around the rest of the house; the kitchen the three bathrooms, the living room, dining room, and library. I didn't show him the other bedrooms, cellar of the stables adjacent. What I did show him made his face glow brighter and brighter as he saw the quality and fine finish of the furnishing and large range of labour saving and entertainment gizmos.
"How you get here Dan?" I asked, "I didn't hear a car?"
"Nah, I rode here on my mountain bike, its outside" he said
"Well I'm going into town to cash this cheque - want a ride? You can throw the bike in the back of the Range Rover if you like, or leave it here at your new home - up to you?"
"I'll take a ride cheers, nice motor mate your fucking loaded"
I smiled and drove us in to town, parked, said my goodbyes and headed to the bank to pay in Dans cheque.