Young Master Series

I was drowning in swirling, nebulous clouds of energy.  Everything was energy.  Matter was simply energy bound up in form.  Consciousness was waves of energy broadcasting out from brains like electromagnetic radiation.  Energy poured into me from outside my black cocoon in steady streams, but it wasn’t enough.  The hunger could not be sated....
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What a shame that the sublime should be marred by the hideous!  Last night I have finally come to understand why Jamie worships Tommy, to see Tommy as a god.  It is an odd thing for me, a rather complex situation actually.  I have always loved Tommy.  He was a kindhearted child and readily...
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The world seems intent on pulling the rug out from under me, knocking me off my feet, and then distorting gravity so I cannot stand back up.  My very identity has been torn to shreds.  I should be scared, confused, angry, hurt, or any permutation of such unpleasant emotions.  Instead, I sit here all...
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Journal Entry 8/20 What a mind-numbing night it had been!  Being the last day before I was to return to school (I canceled my courses for the semester after that night) and seeing as I was in desperate need of some answers, I had nagged my father to drive up to the cabin for...
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I was scared of the rubber suit.  There was no need for me to verbalize it.  I shrank from it like a cowering puppy, a massive 340-pound puppy.  The three-foot metal rod and cords of rope didn’t help. “Don’t you trust your master?” master demanded, his voice deeper and harsher than normal. “I trust...
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This is the personal blog of James Anthony Merrin, age 46, slave to master, Thomas Scott Barre, age 19.  I am keeping this blog only for master’s sake.  It is not accessible to the public. *** Master entered into my life with little fanfare.  He was just a friend’s kid.  I had stopped by...
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Journal Entry 6/20 The last few days have been quiet.  As part of the effort to gain control over my urges, Jim and I have abstained from sex.  We passed the time together hiking, fishing, reading, cooking, holding hands while watching the sunset and/or sunrise, kissing (a lot of kissing), but mostly talking.  I...
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Journal Entry 6/16 I’ve stayed over at Jim’s since Saturday night.  I watched over him as he slept, caressing him all over, not wanting to lose contact.  He slept quietly.  I’m amazed how quietly he sleeps.  You’d expect such a large man would shake the house down with his snoring.  I guess I’m used...
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