Seven Deadly Cardinals

[2] Gluttony/Temperance PT 1

His devotion to the surrounding life was admirable. He was the perfect neighbor, the really appreciative son, great friend, the irreplaceable worker, the most pleasing person on a train, the nice helpful stranger and the biggest hearted human one could possibly ask for.

Friends were absolutely loving him - he was the host of dreams. Every meetup, gathering, event or simple tea time was always requested to be hosted by him. He managed to please every person attending. Each of these events were leading to his increase in popularity. Girls were in awe from his gallantry and mindfulness of them.

Ladies kept on asking  him to become their boyfriend, lover, best friend. There were even ones so desperate that proposed - but he kept on saying that no matter how fond he is of them, there will be a better suitor for the amazing ladies they are.

Each day after long work he’d come to his studio flat on the tenth floor with a fantastic view towards the river that separated his housing block and a new built area. 

Even though all were praising his hard work and he even was managing to sort out the quarrels, issues and help the staff - he, as far great as they keep seeing him - was absolutely exhausted.

Today was even a harsher day. He was asked to come after work and sort out the event plans for the fiancé of his best friend. As he did guess - it was more of a “pushing girl onto him” situation. He absolutely hated that.

Thank heavens the best friends already gave up in pushing candidates on him, they even stopped that nonsensical “It’s about time for you to get married” crap. The same one his parents are whining about.

Taking time to sort out everyone else was killing his time to sort himself out. And the biggest challenge was that he did not in the least like girls.

With one darn trauma from a young age, when in third grade, abused by girls older than him - he was almost killed - all that he liked about girls before - died with that accident.

He did not turn the lights on. In full dark he went to grab the bottle of beer from the “special” freezer. He opened it and went to the balcony - the view soothed his pains.

He sat down on the floor - eyeing the night sky, the new built houses across from him, the lights in there that shimmered and felt like endless dazzling universe whim.

Half beer in - phone rang. He pulled it out of his jeans pocket - “Unknown Number”. Usually he’d never answer these unknown numbers. Not ever. But today, the exhaustion and faint curiosity took over. He swiped to answer.

“Hi. Sorry to bother you so late.” - spoke a beautiful man's voice on that end.

“No worries.” - He breathed out.

“I see you’re back from work. Sure tired from all that madness. Does the chilled beer help that much?” - Subtle and sweet man’s voice went on, like he was a friend for eternity.

“This unknown caller - can’t recognize the voice. Yet it’s soothing. But I’m sure I don’t know the guy.” - Thought the exhausted soul.

“Yeah, actually it does cool me off once in the system. Long day you know..” - Voice tailed off. It’s not that he felt much like chatting, but the familiarity of that soothing voice was really the needed “something”.

“I get it. Another time with the forever concerned bunch that try to get you hooked up. That’s really too pushy.” - The voice keeps on. - “Ehh, the breeze is nice. Guess the summer heat is dying down. Quite good that near the river you get more of the freshness of the breeze.”

The man on that end now made Troys (our main hero) heart sink. How the hell this guy knows where Troy is? “Is he watching me?” - darted in the head.

“Ah, don’t worry. Sorry if I said something wrong.” - the voice kept on, just a bit upped a notch for the apology part.

“Um, sorry,” - Troy began, - “I must apologize, but I forgot your name. Mind telling me?”

Troy tried to pinpoint this mysterious caller at least with the name.

“Oh, right. We haven’t met before. I’m from across - floor eleven. Name’s… “ - the voice shut up before giving up the name. - “Sorry. Have to go. Chat later!”

Call cut off. Troy's heart was thumping mad. The guy from across? But the new apartment structure is a kilometer and a half away from this building. How the hell?

With worries building up he got up, went in and closed the curtains.

“How the hell? Is he mad or something?” - Troy mumbled as he went to bathe.

Already in bed - trying to fall asleep, yet having the same question rotate - “Who was that?”

Morning seemed relaxing. The sun in the window, the chirping of birds and a fine morning coffee with breakfast pancakes whilst checking out the morning news.

This was Troy's day off. The day when he was excused from everyone and everything. A free-from-worries day.

Doorbell rang - making Troy get off the chair and go check. Behind the door - courier.

“Um, Is this Flat 514 Mr. Feyour?” - Courier checked the address and name on the package.

“Yes, the one and only.” - Troy replied.

“This is for you, could you sign the paper please?” - courier pushed onto Troy a medium sized box and a form that got signed, then left.

“What could this be? I did not order anything.” - Troy put the box on the kitchen counter and reached for the scissors to open it up.

Inside on top was stacked the packing foam, but as he took it out - deeper in was a set of books he was willing to buy, but had no time for. Also there was a nice tea cup and a short note that read “Thank you. Enjoy your day. S.” .

“Maybe someone at work overheard Troy having a thought or two about the book set - maybe they’re being nice.” - Troy brushed off the awkwardness.

In the evening came in another package - delivered by a concierge this time. Inside was a fine red wine and a note “Enjoy your evening. S.” .

Now the curiosity was slightly piqued - who was this mysterious S?

Days went on - the presents kept on being sent to his flat.

It was now 18 days since it started. On this day - Troy received the parcel at work. It was brought in the middle of the presentation for the staff meeting. Which for a moment disrupted the flow of the process.

Once done with the explanations and reviews, Troy went to his office to open up the parcel. To his really big surprise he found a collar with a dog tag that had the letter “S” on it. Then he read the note - “To my dear - I’m really happy that you’re enjoying my little presents, but I’d like to give you something really special. Meet me at 6pm inside mens lavatory on the 7th floor. Cubicle - last, by the window on the left side. Take the collar with you. S.” .

Now that is something really unexpected. This guy - is he working here as well? Has he met me before? Maybe the staff dinners? Or a drinking party? What the hell?

Thoughts darted back and forth. Now these presents were giving the air of trouble. The really big trouble. Troy checked the watch - it’s still 2:47 pm daytime, the shift ends at 5:30 pm, then many leave the building and only the research department on the third floor is working, with the resources on the 8th floor and back.

Is this “S” from the research dept.?

With all the madness whoozing in - he had to postpone the questions. Once the door opened he had a little moment to hide the parcel in the drawer and accept the emergency at one of the branches where he had to go asap.

He returned by 6:40 pm to his office. The issues that went on in that branch had to be sorted out fully, before the inspection came in.

In the next 5 minutes or so he was getting his belongings and was ready to go home, when he remembered the note and the parcel. He stood next to the desk for a moment, then took out the collar and put it inside the case.

It was late, but the curiosity asked to be pleased.

“If it’s a gift - it should be staying there…” - With these thoughts he boarded lift and went up to the mens lavatory on the 7th floor, the last cubicle it was.

When he went inside - he saw no one. Felt like the whole building was absolutely empty. Floor was empty - everyone left.

Then he walked to the cubicle, his steps echoing. Standing right outside it, his hand touched the handle, as he was about to open - he heard muffled mewling from inside.

“That sounds rather like…” - Troy could place it quite well - moans.

Hands began to shake a little, but curiosity now was at its pique. He opened the cubicle door.

Inside was a young man, gag in mouth - seemed like rolled underwear, pants down. He sat on the toilet, with legs up and what appeared to be happening - he masturbated.

When the boy saw Troy he mewled loud, his hazy look at Troy.. Then the eyes closed, his body meek - he passed out.

“The hell is this shit?” - Troy gasped inside his thoughts.

Then he looked over at the wall above the boy - a note - “Take this humble present. S.”

Ok, now that is over the border of normal on many levels beyond.

 Troy ripped off the paper from the wall and stuffed it in the rubbish bin. He looked at the awkward man - “Guess I must help him.” .

After cleaning him up, then returning the clothes to where they have to be, he took the man that by now was deeply asleep on a piggy back.

As they reached reception - Troy had to make up a bit of a story of this colleague being overworked and out as a light, so that there’d be no odd questions.

Troy had no idea what to do with this guy. The thought of leaving him was a bad one - someone might rob him of belongings, but taking him along… Taking him back to the apartment? Sketchy, really bad idea - but that was the best out of the worst ideas that he had.

He put the young man in his car and drove home.

Taking this man up to his apartment and dumping on the couch - yet that man was really sound asleep.

“Just what the hell was he doing?” - mumbled Troy as he covered the man with a blanket.

Troy made dinner - a fine fried crispy meat and mashed potatoes. It was now 9pm - the man on a couch still asleep. Troy decided to wait a bit and then wake up the youngster to eat. It was late to go anywhere - so Troy prepped some spare clothes for changing so that this guy will be at least decent after shower to sleep more.

At closer look - this man had a really exhausted look. The eyes seemed that this person was not sleeping for days. What was he up to?

Whilst thinking of the origins of this man, Troy out of habit got a beer and went to the balcony. 

It was a fine breeze, it was still light, the sun was setting down slowly, still keeping the city going.

The phone rang - “Unknown Number”. Troy swiped to answer the call.

“Good evening.” - Familiar relaxed voice greeted Troy. - “I presume you found my present. Have you used it yet?”

“I am completely out of whack to where that came from. I still don’t know you, not your name, not what you want. I do appreciate small gifts of yours, but this is just out of hand now. What did this boy do? Who is he?” - Troy babbled on.

“Oh, apologies!” - Voice sounded surprised. - “ I thought that you’d guess that that present was meant to be sent. Oh my. All the presents lead to this one. Oh my, oh my… And here I thought I’d be a useful one. You can ask him yourself about who and what. I’m sure he’d be delighted to speak to you.”

“Wait, but who are you?” - Troy sounded worried. - “Why are you doing this?!” - Troy's voice snapped into slight hysteria.

“Oh dear. No no no no no. I did not wish to upset you, no no. I want you only the best there is. Anything for you. Anything. No matter what you ask for - I’ll make it happen. You shouldn’t worry I’m not going to harm you. I can really make any wish of yours come true. Please. I just want the best for you.” - The man's voice on that end sounded a bit worried, like he genuinely was trying his best. Troy was absolutely confused. He could not understand a single thing.

“Why? Why me?” - Troy asked, as the body felt really heavy, as he felt tired.

“Are you seriously asking me that? Because You are who I want. I want all the best for you. Anything you desire. I’ll make it happen.” - The voice sounded slightly cheerful.

“Ehh, you’re mad. Really mad. You have issues man. There is no way in the world that you’re that almighty.” - Troy breathed out and gulped beer.

“I see, I see... “ - The voice repeated, - “You are tired, I see that. Again drinking beer. You know that it’s not really good for the health? You should treasure yourself more. Although I can do that for you.” - He paused, - “So you got him a spare change of clothes and made dinner. How really kind of you. Just like I know you.” - Voice sounded sentimental. - “I’ve sent you the extra needed item for today. Hope you enjoy it.”

Troy felt defeat. Everything that he did, it seemed that the voice on the phone knew all.

“Should I expect more calls from you?” - Troy looked at the river below, as he drank more beer.

“Uh! You’d like that?” - Voice sounded surprised.

“I just feel that… At least I’d know. Just, your voice... “ - Troy stared at the water, then his gaze went up to check the apartments on the other shore. - “It somehow just makes me listen.”

Slight pause. The other end seemed to exhale with happiness.

“I’ll call more. Enjoy tonight.” - Then the call was cut off as suddenly as it happened.

“I must be getting insane.” - Muttered Troy under his breath.

He went back in, then woke the youngster up, made him go to shower and return to eat. The youngster was obediently following all instructions.

As they sat down at the table and were about to eat - the doorbell rang.

This time again - medium sized box brought by a concierge. Inside - full of sex toys, bondage and anything to tie person up with. “What a perv that guy.” - Thought Troy to himself.

He went back to eat. Boy has gobbled up the portion.

“One more?” - Troy asked.

“Yes please.” - His face beaming with light of happiness, - “This is so delicious!”

“Good to know that you’re enjoying this.” - Troy went to make another portion for him.

With a full plate again - the youngster dug in and ate up. Finishing another plate with ease. He then leisurely laid back in the chair.

“Thank you. It was really good. I’m so full now.” - He breathed out.

Troy cleaned up.

It was around midnight - they both sat on the couch, having some beer.

“Tell me your name. It’s quite hard to call you “Hey” all the time.” - Troy spoke to the youngster.

Eyes looked at Troys profile, slight hesitation ran down the spine.

“My name is Nate.” - his voice had a slight tremble.

“Nate… I see. Nate,” - Troy looked at him, - “ What was that in the men’s room? I am not sure you’re even working for C-Corp.”

Nate smiled and drank beer some more.

“It was a request to be there at a specific time and day. I was asked to wait there. But, I was sent a little candy gift. That got me really pent up in pants. So I just waited and waited, and nobody came, then I decided to ease up the build-up. That took a while, but I eventually made it. And before I went limp you appeared.” - Nate smiled.

“Request? Where from?” - Troy raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“Where from… I don’t know. After I was bought online, I received the message with the instruction. It said that I’ll have a great new master. So I went.” - Nate shrugged.

Troy sat in disbelief. “What the hell? Bought online? A human? That bloody S is a maniac!” - endless questions darted back and fro.

“So, you’re my master, mister Troy Feyour. I have been instructed to obey your requests. All of them.” - Nate smiled. 

He said all that with a smile. All of that WITH A SMILE. Troy was at loss of directions or options what to do. If he throws out this guy - there might be things done to him… Bought… He might be kidnapped and sold again, exploited or worse. Option of kicking him out was out of the question.

“Oh…” - Nate looked at panicking Troy, - “So, you were unaware. Oh! Ahahaha!” - Nate began laughing, - “You look too worried. Geez. It’s not the end of the world! Ahahaha!”

Such reaction made Troy stop in his thought tracks and look at Nate.

“Ok, ok, Mister Feyour, I assume I must tell you the whole story, so that your concerns are at peace.” - Nate spoke as he kept his laugher down, then turned to face Troy as he sat and began a long story.

This story was a really disturbing one. Born in family of drunks, sold to the mobsters, used as a male prostitute, then put out in the auction online as a sex toy for anyone willing to pay. As he was bought he only once had a call from an unknown number. That was when he was provided clothes, documents and IDs, a list with things to remember about the new master and a few little presents that included watch and candy.

Once he received all that, some butler-like chauffeur drove Nate to the beauty salon where he had a proper clean-up, shave and haircut. Then with all done he was straight up brought to the C-Corp with instructions on where to be and a fake pass.

He said that he’s 24, that he has only Troy now and really, really enjoys the warmth of the new home, new master and sense of belonging.

“Mister S said that I need you just as much as you need me, master Troy” - Nate smiled again.

Troy breathed out, as he digested the whole thing. Now the idea of pushing Nate out was absolutely not a way out. He only can stay. For now.

“Let’s agree on one thing for now - call me Troy. Just Troy. No master, no mister. Just Troy.” 

“Thank you, Troy” - Nate said those words with such softness, such sweetness, that Troy felt like it was the most real “thank you” he ever heard in his life.

“We better go to sleep, Nate.” - Troy spoke as he stood up.

Nate grabbed his hand.

“Wait, can I sleep with you?” - Nate asked softly, - “I would be happy more. And less afraid… from nightmares. Please.”

Troy, seeing this boy plead to him in such a sweet way had given into it.

The two undressed and went to bed. Together.

Next weeks were like out of a family romance series - Troy would come home from work, Nate would cook food, clean up and act like a housewife, then in the evenings there would be sometimes a call from “S” who’d ask how day was, tell in short, leaving out details how his day was and ask “What would you like?” every time, then Troy would reply “maniac” and end the call.

Troy began enjoying being at home with Nate. It was really nice having someone there greeting you once you’re back, saying that they missed you. It was really nice. But then “S” decided to push Troy more.

Day at work, Troy is in his office working on new designs and papers for the directors, when the door opens and Nate walks in.

This was not optional - Nate had no pass. He threw it out. Also - the clothes consisted of a new suit, new shoes, new everything. This was not bought by Troy.

“How the…?” - Troy stopped work and looked stunned.

Nate closed the blinds, and approached Troy.

“Um, the others seem to be out for lunch, there is no one who saw me, don’t worry.” - Nate whispered. - “I got a parcel for me, at the apartment... “ -Nates breathing was heavy, he slightly shivered. - “It… It had instructions. So, I came over.”

Troy tried to put it together, then understood that it’s “S”.

“Um, Troy, thing is, I was also asked to um… To prep and get the toy in.. I’m at my limit.” - Nate unbuttoned the jacket, then unzipped pants, revealing a leaking boner and a string from behind that dangled. - “I need your help. I was asked not to touch myself. Only you.” 

Nate's breath was heavy, mewling, he stood open towards Troy, shaking.

“But you could have not followed the instructions.” - Troy tried to reason.

“He wrote that it would be bad if I and you did not comply. “ - Nate trembled barely standing. - “Please… Master…” - Nate whimpered.

Troy touched the body before him, he could see how he’s sopping wet from both sides. Nates mewling was really charming, sexy and somehow unbearable. Inside Troy welled up heat.

Watching this was new to him, experiencing this - absolutely unimaginable.

Nate took Troy's hand, leading it to the back where the toy was.

“Touch me here, Troy…” - Moaned Nate, eyes half closed, clouded by the urge of desire.

Troy's fingers felt the buzzing of the toy inside, how wet it was, he took the string and began pulling on it.

“Mmmm, please, I want your dick, master…” - Nate, with tears coming up mewled for something that Troy would never agree on. - “Please…”

The look on Nate's face, the trembling of body, the way this situation was beyond control was mad.

Then something snapped inside Troy. He stood up, pulling his pants down, revealing the already standing boner, then turned Nate around, pulled his toy and shoved the dick in.

Such sudden change made Nate whimper loudly. But that somehow excited Troy. It was new - feeling the flesh in such a way, being in this situation… 

Harsh sex. It was absolutely uncalled for, unexpected, but that’s how it went. Once again at the end - Nates body went limp on the floor.

That’s when Troy's senses began coming back. He started hearing voices behind the office walls. People were coming back from lunch.

“Holly shit!” - Groaned Troy.

That’s when the phone rang - “Unknown Number”.