After M/m Keeper/Kept and Keeper’s Interview and Needs a Title and Bad Titling is Catching and More M/m, when I’d given up on titles and The Driver Weighs Inand Sal’s Questions and Claws and Monsters and Weapons and Impressions and Masks and Tim Kaprinsky’s House, Timaios’ Bedroom and Take it Off and Danny.
The food smelled so good he was struggling not to drool. He waited patiently. He still wasn’t sure when the trap would spring closed.
He wasn’t sure if it ever would spring closed – except that the moment he relaxed, his nerves told him he would be snapped into a cycle of punishment.
Timaios sat down and studied Ctirad. After a moment, he nodded. “All right, we’re going to do this one this way. In public, you not only have my permission to eat as you see fit, I expect you to eat naturally, all right?”
They were not in public now. “Yes, sir.”
“In private, there are going to be times when I want you to be submissive, or when you want to be submissive – completely submissive – to me. At those times I will tell you to kneel, not to sit, understood?”
He was Kept. He was inherently submissive. “No, sir.”
He did not wince when Timaios sighed, but only because he was not so far gone as to not still have iron control.
“Let’s try again. Right now, it would please me for you to sit with me at the table and enjoy a meal with me as a person, as two people enjoying dinner. I won’t give you any orders during dinner, and nothing I say that sounds like it is an order in disguise will be. I’d like a companion for mealtime, not a pet. Is that better?”
“I understood that, sir,” Ctirad answered, just as carefully as Timaios had explained. He didn’t understand why Timaois wanted him as a companion, but he knew how to do that, more or less. “Um. That is.” He tried to remember the gears in his head that did informal. “Got it.”
Timaios smiled. “Good. That being said, let’s eat.”
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