About Samhain

by Syd McGinley
20 pages / 7500 words
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Doctor Fell has taken in several submissives for the Halloween holiday, all of them needing training of some sort. The one most in need of help seems to be Dexter, whose lackluster performance and shy ways are a cause for concern. Between that and twink and Laurie, the two other subs who are bound to cause trouble, Doctor Fell knows he has his hands full. Can he find out what's causing Dexter's distress in time for them all to enjoy Samhain?

Sample

It’d been a long summer and a non-existent fall, but October finally turned cold. I wore a shirt when I jogged instead of just shorts. Tommy, my current live-in, was tanned from his harvest labors. He’d done well with the canning. To my surprise, the boy made good tomato sauce. The freezer was full and the store room lined with jars.

The herb garden needs to be worked on yet, but he’s been good. I’m ready to give him a small reward. He’d love to go into town – he’s a city boy and the cabin life is hard on him – and Miles has requested training for his boy. I propose a temporary trade so Tommy can live in civilization, as he cheekily calls it. I send him off with permission to join in the Friday night good boys’ night out. Tommy is overjoyed – it’s Halloween this weekend and the boys have been allowed to substitute a costumed street fair for their usual movie and pizza.

Tommy scrambles into Miles’ car when Dexter is dropped off. Dexter gives me a pale smile, waves to Miles, and meekly trots up the cabin steps. I know this one just a little: less annoying than many of the boys, doesn’t chatter or act up, and serves acceptably. But he’s a little mechanical as if he’s going through the motions.

He’s good all afternoon, and I wonder why Miles feels the need for training. The boy is a little spiritless, but otherwise he seems fine. Miles was vague in his instructions. He just said Dexter needs to be with you this week. In fact he was more precise about the timing than the training.

I set the boy the task of explaining his own needs. I hand him his training notebook and say, “Write boy. Explain what needs to happen to you.”

“Yes, Dr. Fell.”

He’s a bland boy. Kinda brown hair. Sorta blue eyes. Middling build. Nothing wrong, but nothing unusual. Like his service. Perfectly adequate. Since he’s not being punished, I have him stay clothed, but even his clothes are boring.

His handwriting is neat and rounded. He’s making a bulleted list. I sigh. This is going to be a long week.

He makes me a plain dinner. Pork chops. Apple sauce. Buttery mashed potatoes. A plate of white; I can’t complain.

I get a perfectly good blow job before bed, and he settles down placidly on the floor and goes to sleep with no sobs or fuss. He doesn’t seem at all worried about being out in a cabin in the woods. Other boys have been jumpy about either me or the spooky woods surrounding the cabin. One boy could hardly be persuaded off the porch he was so afraid of the animals and whatever else might lurk in the trees. Dexter doesn’t bat an eye at owl cries or the rustling undergrowth.

I’m puzzled about what to do to or for him. He’s rather pathetically written in the journal that he bores his owner and that he’s too safe. That he’s a coward. I frown. Miles has told me he takes significant physical punishment and has committed to a five-year contract.

He’s respectful, but not scared. As if he knows he’s protected by his obedience. Damn. How am I going to shake him up when he’s being good?