Chase Becomes Chaste Ch. 04

Yet, in this respect, the situation was not unlike my first meeting with Chase: physically appealing on the outside, but revolting on the inside.

In the end, I don't know what caused him to change his mind on the military's policy. It was possible that I'd done what I set out to do, that I'd targeted the right thoughts and changed them all on my own. Or maybe my brother did that. But, I have my doubts about both those possibilities.

More likely his opinion on the matter changed after my brother fucked him up the ass.

It was hard to say for sure just what changed his mind. The long and short of it is that things got a little out of hand.

It started out like it was supposed to. I asked our target about the military's policies on gay men's service and his thoughts on the matter rose to the surface. Verbally, he parroted all the usual answers, evading the question best as he could. But in his mind there was nothing but unbridled, vitriolic hate for gays and lesbians.

I was singly focused on hearing his thoughts and didn't notice when my brother got up and went over to the officer. Apparently he'd been listening to the same thoughts and had his own solution to the problem.

When my brother pulled out his cock and shoved it into the officer's mouth, I clued in to the situation.

I objected, of course. We argued loudly while this 100% straight, homophobic high-ranking military officer continued to blow my brother with gusto in the middle of his office.

I couldn't stop my brother. I was furious. I was sure that this would jeopardize weeks of work and months of planning. I stormed out, leaving him there to handle it himself.

My brother called me later that day and gave me lurid details. By the time he'd left, the officer had taken a few loads down his throat and two up his ass. My brother had apparently had quite a lot of fun. The officer's uniform was left in tatters. Files were strewn across the room, having flown away wildly when I pushed everything aside so that I could fuck him on his desk. My brother said his favourite part was that a broken picture frame was lying on the floor, a photo of the officer's wife looking up at him.

My brother didn't try to erase the officer's memory. He didn't try to explain anything. He just zipped up and left.

He finished his account with the words "mission accomplished." I hung up immediately.

In the end, the policy was indeed changed and we got off scot-free. But I didn't want to risk such careless behaviour again. That, coupled with a series of other insane scenarios my brother brought about in the following months, definitely caused me to keep my distance from him. It wasn't long after that before my brother and I had a falling out and lost touch.

Still, I had to admit that I'd taken on a lot with Chase. I couldn't shirk my responsibility here; I had an obligation to fulfill. Chase had been a public menace: a cheater, a crook, and a rapist. I needed to put him in his place and that was apparently going to take a lot more time and energy than I'd originally bargained for.

I doubted I'd hear back from my brother before noon, provided that he was going to contact me at all. This left me with some time to kill. There were things I could work on at my office, but not enough for an entire day.

I drove to a nearby Starbucks to pick up a bite to eat.

The young man who took my order was adorable. "Bobby," his name-tag read.

"Okay, triple Americano and a breakfast sandwich. Will that be all, Sir?" Bobby asked.

I felt blood rushing to my cock when he added the "Sir" at the end. I pictured making him follow me to the men's room and roughly fucking his pretty little mouth while he looked up at me with those soft blue eyes.

"Sir?"

I snapped back to reality. "Oh, uh, sorry. Guess I was lost in thought. Uh, yes. That's all."

I looked into his soft blue eyes, half wondering if I should try to use my telepathy right then to make my fantasy a reality. Since taking on Chase two days ago, I hadn't gotten off once. I wasn't the one in chastity; why shouldn't I be having some fun?

But I couldn't. Not just because I wasn't sure if my powers were even available to me at that moment. I knew it would be wrong to take advantage of him. I am not my brother. I am a principled man.

But worse, I realized who those soft blue eyes reminded me of: Bryan.

I wasn't picturing Bobby slobbering all over my cock in the men's room, not really. I was picturing Bryan. I was picturing the boy who got away.

I took a seat and pulled out what used to be Chase's laptop, typing "Facebook.com" into the address bar of his browser.

Chase was still signed in. I was dismayed to discover he had tried to undo the damage I'd done to his reputation yesterday.

The picture of us together was gone. There instead was a strikingly handsome photo of Chase in a full tuxedo. I enlarged the picture and realized it was from his wedding day.

The photo looked professionally done. I wouldn't put it past a self-absorbed narcissist like Chase to have told the wedding photographer to take dozens or even hundreds of pictures of just him standing alone and looking hot on the day he was supposed to be "forever joined" to another person in holy matrimony.

Still, it brought a smile to my face to think of Chase sitting at this laptop late last night, butt-plug still uncomfortably lodged in his tight asshole, wearing nothing more than the skimpy pink jockstrap that announced to the world in big black letters that beneath that little pouch he was kept CHASTE. I hope it filled him with shame and regret when he looked back at photos like this, when he saw the man he was before and never would be again, desperately attempting to convince his internet "friends" that he still was that man.

Of course, I deleted the photo right away, but couldn't find one to replace it with. The photo of Chase snuggling up to me outdoors in his little red jockstrap yesterday was totally gone. There were a few photos of Chase without a shirt on, but even those gave him too much dignity since he was either wearing pants or he was at the beach in board shorts. He shouldn't ever be seen with that much clothing on, even in photos. As far as I was concerned, his body was now public property and should always be displayed as such.

I would have to wait until I had another picture of Chase's "new look" before putting something up.

I saw on his profile that he'd changed his "Interested in" back to "Women" and his "Relationship Status" back to "Single."

There was a status update:

"LOL you got me good! don't worry guys, i didn't turn queer overnight. but whoever photoshopped that pic and hacked my account is a pro!! LMAO"

I don't know why I didn't think to change Chase's password yesterday. It was going to take some effort to humiliate him online all over again. He'd made a quick save. I don't know if his "friends" bought it, but at very least they all now doubted the veracity of pic that was supposed to shatter Chase's reputation as an alpha-male Lothario and introduce him to the world as the chaste fuck toy of another man.

I rubbed my temples. My headache was coming back. I couldn't tell if this was caused by just the painkillers wearing off or if it was brought on by the thought of how much work I was going to have to put into keeping Chase in his place. He was proving to be a difficult project.

Nothing like Bryan.

That was the real reason I'd opened up Chase's Facebook. I didn't care enough to need to see right away what he may or may not have done to his profile. This was only a distraction from my initial goal.

I typed Bryan's full name into the search box at the top. Bryan's surname had an unusual spelling and only three results came up matching the name. The first one was him.

I could have tracked Bryan down long ago. I could have hired a team of investigators or private eyes to tell me everything about his life without me. But I let him go when he left because I knew it was over.

As a fiercely private man, I didn't have my own Facebook account. I counted my blessings that I didn't. How many other ex-boyfriends would I be casually cyber-stalking if I was logged into this thing 24/7?

Still, given that I would be managing Chase's entire online presence from now on, why shouldn't I get something out of it? What harm would it do to check up on the boy that Chase was supposed to replace?

I quickly realized why this was a bad idea. Seeing Bryan's profile picture was like getting punched in the gut.

It was not unlike the photo of Chase and me that was taken yesterday. Two men lovingly snuggling up close, a picturesque vista in the background.

Of course, there were many differences. It was a different city; I couldn't tell exactly where. The architecture suggested somewhere in Europe. Were they just tourists, or was it possible that Bryan had really moved an ocean away?

Both men in this picture were fully clothed. It had been like that with Bryan and me, too. Yes, I liked to humiliate him in public. We made no secret our perversions. But I didn't parade him around town looking like a cheap gay rent boy as I did with Chase.

They looked like a wholesome, happy gay couple with one small difference. Most people would probably miss it: both wore thin gold chains around their necks. On Bryan's, there hung a small lock. On the other man's, a key.

I should have closed the window then. But I hovered on his profile page for a moment after closing the picture.

"Married."

If the picture of the happy couple had been a punch to the gut, this was a kick in the nuts.

I closed the laptop right away. I had made a poor decision. That had been a stupid thing to do.

When I stepped outside it was raining. I didn't have an umbrella. A gloomy day to match my now-gloomy spirits.

These past two days had been an emotional roller coaster. The rage I had felt when I saw Chase's crimes. The immense happiness I had felt after that first night of punishing him. The hopefulness I had had for the days of tormenting him that had laid in store.

Then, with the diminishing of my powers, the fear that I couldn't control this situation. The fear that I'd caught a wild animal who would tear me to shreds the moment that he escaped from his cage.

And now what? Desperation? Despair?

The love I had lost would never be returned to me. Had I ever really expected that? Did I really think Bryan was going to show up at my door again one day, begging for me to take him back? Perhaps I hadn't really accepted before now that Bryan was really gone forever.

And now all I had was Chase.

Fucking arrogant, pig-headed, snarky little shit Chase.

It was pouring rain. I got drenched just walking across the parking lot to my car. I got in, soaking wet and miserable, turning on the heat immediately to try and dry myself.

I drove to my office deep in thought, mulling it all over again.

My brother. Chase. Bryan.

Justice. Lust. Loss.

I pulled out some files as soon as I got to my office. It was more busywork than anything else. I had no projects on the go right now. The files were mostly potential projects. Background information on potential targets, the requested mind control, etc.

To be honest, I didn't really care about any of them. My mind kept drifting. But I busied myself, nonetheless.

Around 4:30, my office door opened and a very tall, thin man casually sauntered in, shaking the water off his umbrella. He was stylishly dressed: tight dark jeans, white v-neck t-shirt, a sleek blazer a little too big for his fine frame.

My brother.

He had a youthful energy about him that made him seem much younger than he was. It was sometimes hard to believe that he was the older sibling.

"I know," he said allowed.

Shit. I hadn't considered that my weakened state made it such that I couldn't keep him out of my mind. I tried to order my thoughts; even without my powers, I might be able to keep him from going deep into my mind.

"You should really talk to your stylist about those grey hairs. I mean, you could pull off distinguished, maybe. But I thought you wanted the boys to call you 'Sir' and not 'Daddy.'" He flashed me a wicked smile, pleased with his playful taunts.

"You didn't have to come in, you know. I could have told you about this over the phone."

He shrugged and replied in a disinterested manner: "I was in the neighbourhood."

I doubted that was true. More likely, my brother had received my message and found the idea of me begging for his help too appealing an opportunity to pass up. I could picture him spending quite a while picking out an outfit and styling his hair so that he could saunter in looking carelessly casual and yet somehow also impeccably dressed. He wanted to look good as he gloated, basking in the moment.

I filled him in on the situation with Chase: my discovery of his misdeeds, my decision to punish him, my increasingly weakened powers.

I could tell he found the whole story quite amusing. I had my suspicions that this was precisely the kind of thing he would be happy to help with: aside from the definite appeal of tormenting an egotist like Chase, he was also delighted to see me eating crow and admitting to my limitations — admitting that I needed his help after I'd shunned him last time.

"Well, I'll see what I can do." He mused over this for a moment. "But you have to let me do my own thing. We have very different methods when it comes to breaking someone's will."

I thought it over briefly and, with a hint of reluctance, accepted.

I felt that this situation was different than my last dealing with my brother. In that situation, our target had indeed deserved to be taught a lesson, but I felt that my brother greatly overstepped his bounds in teaching him that lesson with his cock.

Chase, on the other hand... So many of his misdeeds were sexual in nature; I felt he deserved the kind of sexual humiliation I knew my brother would put him through. Chase had seduced Vivian so he could take her money. He'd raped Juanita, forced her to have an abortion, and lost her her job. And there were other crimes, ones that so far I'd only gotten hints of. Perhaps when my powers returned to their former strength I would probe Chase's mind more deeply and determine just how much he deserved his punishment. I suspected he deserved much more than I had doled out so far.

The rain had stopped by the time my brother and I headed out to my car. In fact, the clouds had parted and it was turning into a beautiful evening. The weather matched my newly invigorated mood. Though I had some reservations about letting my brother take charge of the situation, my spirits were nevertheless lifted in knowing that he would definitely help me put Chase in his place.

However, upon arrival at the condo, I felt quite foolish. I opened the door and stepped into a dream. The boxes had been unpacked. The aroma of a delicious meal was on the air. Chase was kneeling in the centre of the room, wearing a black jockstrap. He had perhaps chosen that one because of its less ostentatious colour or its thicker, opaque material, but thankfully it was still humiliating insofar as the solid black fabric made the bold white lettering of his "CHASTE" label only more eye-catching.

Chase had done exactly what I'd asked. Perhaps I had made a mountain out of a molehill; perhaps I had underestimated my control of the situation. Did I need my brother's help at all?

As it turns out, I most certainly did.

Chase was surprised to see me enter with another man. He blushed, clearly embarrassed to be seen like this by a stranger. I could tell at first he was going to make some move, perhaps to cover himself better or to get to his feet, but he seemed to change his mind and kept his position.

My brother waltzed over to him and tousled up his hair.

"Hello, puppy," he announced.

Chase was clearly confused, but didn't make a move. He was still assessing this unexpected guest, trying to decide if this stranger required a change in his behaviour.

My brother looked back to me. "Tsk-tsk. What a naughty boy you have here. You're a terrible trainer, brother." He turned back to Chase and wagged his finger at him. "Bad dog."

Chase grew pale and swallowed hard.

I furrowed my brow. "What are you talking about? He's done everything I asked. I'd say it seems as though I'm a pretty good 'trainer'."

My brother laughed loudly at this. What a jackass he could be.

At least he had my best interest at heart, though.

He looked back at Chase. "Go on, boy. Speak."

Chase strained more a moment, apparently trying to keep his mouth shut. And then he blurted out: "I put sleeping pills in your dinner!"

His hands rushed to his mouth to cover it; he was shocked that he'd admitted what he'd clearly assumed would remain a safely-kept secret.

He abandoned the ruse of being an obedient boy, getting up to his feet and moving to put the table between himself and my brother, eyeing the various doors around the room and contemplating if he could somehow make a run for it and escape.

My brother was clearly enjoying himself. "Oh, come on, puppy. You can do better than that. Give us the whole story. Speak!"

Chase tried to bring his hands up to cover his mouth, but they froze part way and then fell back to his sides. Again, he strained to his mouth shut, when it just exploded out of him: "I thought I could trick you. I knew you couldn't read my mind this morning and I planned to drug you and escape. I planned to take your clothes and use your phone to get the building manager to open the door and let me out of this hell you've trapped me in!"

His hands then successfully made the motion they had attempted a moment ago and he covered his mouth, albeit much too late. The cat was out of the bag.

I was definitely disheartened. What had appeared to be the ideal situation mere moments ago — a delicious dinner, a clean home, and an obedient boy on his knees ready to serve — was nothing more than appearances.

I felt silly. I had almost been deceived. Chase had almost pulled the wool over my eyes as he done with so many others.

My brother mused for a moment. "Hmm, something's still not right. I just can't put my finger on it..." He tapped his finger on his pursed lips.

"Oh, I know what's wrong!" He walked up close to Chase and peered down at him. At only 5'6", Chase was nearly a foot shorter than my brother. Though my brother was thin and Chase was muscular, the difference in height must have nevertheless made my brother seem intimidating to Chase. Well, that plus the fact that Chase was standing almost completely naked and defenceless in front of a man with supernatural, telepathic powers.

"Speak, boy!" my brother ordered gleefully.

Chase once again tried to resist, struggled to keep his mouth closed. And this time, he was apparently even more surprised by what came out when his mouth opened: a dog's bark.

His hands rushed up to cover his mouth right after it came out. His eyes were wide; he was shocked at the sound he'd made.

My brother turned me. "I've got everything under control here. Why don't you go change into something more comfortable and order us some dinner while I get to know your dog a bit better?"

Still feeling both foolish and disappointed both by Chase's deception and by the matter of my own nearly falling for it, I simply nodded and followed through with my brother's suggestion. I changed into something more casual and ordered a pizza. I hear a yelp come from the main room at some point — again, oddly canine in character — but figured my brother had everything under control.

I returned to them about fifteen minutes later. My brother had worked quickly.

Chase turned his head and looked up at me pleadingly, as if imploring me to free him from his predicament.