Chapter 18 - Callahan

Not everyone is your friend.

T he next morning after the spanking, I couldn't look her in the eye. We walked to her class in complete silence, and she didn't speak to any of her friends during breakfast. They looked at me, curious and scared of what had happened between us, but Eleanor wasn't telling them... yet.

My nerves were twisted, knowing that at any time she could tell someone what I'd done to her, and they'd kill me. My title would be stripped and they'd push me up above. If I was sent above with no protection, they'd know my secret. Perhaps I could bargain for them to just shoot me instead, much like I did with her first Daddy.

"Did you hear they're officially labeling Dale's death as a creepie attack?" Roy, another Daddy, said at breakfast. He looked to me to see if I'd react, but I forced myself not to. I knew by the time they'd found his body, he'd been torn apart by the zombie-like men. It must have hidden the bullet hole in his chest. Good.

"Rest in peace," Ju-Won shrugged. "Probably for the best, anyway. He was too invested in tradition. It's time to move out of the old ways."

I raised an eyebrow at him. Was he trying to say that he hadn't wanted to hurt Eleanor? Or was he trying to cover his ass? I couldn't decide but noted it for later. This was the least of my worries right now.

After Eleanor was safely in her first class of the day, I went back to our quarters. I couldn't stand to be around her or the other Daddies. My shame was too much for me to handle. I started toward my room but paused and turned around. I looked around the all-pink room.

What if I'd taken the wrong approach? I'd gone too far for sure. I was so wrapped up in my anger and jealousy over her devotion to Milton, that I'd turned into a power hungry, lust-fueled beast. I'd touched my Young Lady, and for that, I should be put to death.

I went to her bookshelf, pulling out a notebook. It was full of sketches. Each page, front and back, was full of her drawings. There were so many of them. It made me wonder…

I looked around and was happy to find the book I'd given her over five years ago. It was the first time I was brave enough to put myself out there and let my interests be known only for Milton to take credit for the gift.

We'd fought that night. I cornered him at bedtime and knocked him down to the floor, making my anger clear. He wore that black eye for two weeks. Milton was too much of a pussy to admit to anyone why I attacked him. Instead, he made me the bad guy, which always worked out better for him, clearly.

I wasn't bad back then.But I was now. Last night I'd proved that.

She must hate me.

I put the books back and moved to her bed, where everything changed last night. I found myself lying down in the spot she'd been forced to lie in fear of being in more pain. I inhaled deeply, the smell of her baby powder perfume filled my lungs. I closed my eyes, and took deep breaths, relaxing in the pleasing scent and softness of her blankets.

Despite how bad I felt about it, I couldn't deny how hot it'd been. As I thought about it, my cock grew hard, and I found myself rubbing it through my pants. God, she was so beautiful, her plump, perfect ass. It was pretty and purple. I took my shaft out of my pants and began to stroke it. I grabbed her pillow and recalled her pretty face pressed against it in her sleep, her lips parted. I imagined myself standing over her, just close enough that I could come and squirt my cum onto her lips. The thought of her enjoying my taste sent me over the edge, and I came all over her pillow. I stood, set it back, stained side down, zipped my pants up, and went to my room.

What was I becoming?

Just days ago I would never even consider any of this; I was always respectful with the women I'd been with. I'd made a point to spend time with the Gen Pop girls before sliding a condom over my cock and entering them. The thought of hurting them never once crossed my mind, but yet now, the idea of making Eleanor cry got me hard.

I found myself going crazy all day. I returned just as Eleanor was getting out of class to escort her to the next room, and each time I returned to our quarters to get off. I felt like a 12-year-old boy again, just discovering the magic of masturbation. I was going to give myself a friction burn at this pace, but the very idea that Eleanor was sitting in class, struggling with the pain, had me harder than I'd ever been in my life.

I wanted to replay last night again tonight, but I knew I was pressing my luck. She hadn't spoken up yet, but I couldn't expect her not to. I'd... assaulted her. She had every right to come forward and let me get killed, but... she didn't.

Days went by. Each morning I was expecting her to tell someone, but she never did. She hardly spoke to me at all, except to ask for more cream. I gave the jar to her, refusing to give in to the urge to ask if I could apply it for her. Instead, I returned to my room to take care of myself.

We existed quietly together. I was afraid if I said anything to her she'd snap, and I'd be over for good.

"Everything alright, Cal?" Roy, a Daddy, asked one morning. "Your Young Lady still acting up?"

I shook my head and looked down at my coffee. "No, but she's... tiring."

"Dale had to be firm with her too. She's prickly, but she's good at what she does."

I nodded. I'd see for myself soon.

"Our first mission is tomorrow," I told them.

"Nice. You excited?" Ju-Won asked. The more time I spent around these guys, the less angry I felt about the night everything went south. It felt almost like mob mentality. Dale had been their leader, and they'd been convinced to do something heinous. But they didn't give me the creeps now. Now, we were all just normal men.

"A little. Maybe giving her a little freedom will be good for her."

"I find my Young Lady always acts better after a successful mission," Roy nodded. "They gotta get their energy out, and then they come home, sleep well all night, and are perfectly pleasant for a week."

Ju-Won leaned over to speak. "You know, Callahan, we go down to Gen Pop on Saturday nights. You want to come? I think it'll really help you loosen up and see your Young Lady differently."

I looked at him.

What did that mean?

"Come on, the first two drinks are on me. And I'll tell you what," he grinned and put his arm around my shoulder. "You think DITs have fun down there? The Daddy parties are wilder."