Checkmate

That evening, Matt made dinner, as Tate had made lunch -- Tate had sent down a portion of the caesar salad for Matt to eat in his studio.  While Matt was cooking, they made small talk, which was no small feat given all that had happened recently.  As they talked, Tate finally checked his email, and logged into his YouTube channel.

"They voted against!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know," Matt replied.

"I don't care!" Tate declared.

"Good!"

"I'm gonna visit Ma first, to bail her out.  Then after she's settled back home, we can schedule the surgery."

"OK, that's fine."  Matt was listening out of one ear, but this was a complicated dish: fried fish tacos, with Mexican vegetable fried rice, lots of flour everywhere, and oil splattering.

But it all came together.  Matt assembled the plates and brought them over, saying, "I'm so hungry! I forgot to have my snack this afternoon."

Tate warned him sternly, "But before we start eating, I have something to tell you.  Sit down, though."

Uh oh.  From his office, Alex started paying very close attention.

"OK.  Um ... is everything OK?"

Tate gathered himself together, took a deep breath, and began, "From now on, I'm your Sir."

Matt couldn't believe his ears.  "Oh!?"

"That's right.  Say, 'Yes, Sir' back to me."  Tate waited.

Matt's brain made no sense.  Alex piped up, "Do it, Matt, I'm no longer your Sir.  Tate's your Sir."

"Don't I have a say in this?" Matt asked sort of angrily, although he was also getting super aroused.

Tate took another deep breath, "Your 'say' is to say 'Yes, Sir' and to get on your knees.  Either do that now, or I'm going out for a while.  Maybe I'll get a hotel room with my bonus.  Figure out my next moves."

"Damn," said Alex, from the ceiling.

"Alex, shut up, emergencies only." Tate ordered.

"You're the Boss now," Alex agreed, signing off.

Tate waited.

A very confused Matt did the only thing that made sense to him, he said it, "Yes, Sir," and got on his knees.

"Good boy.  Now get down on your belly and kiss my feet while I eat the dinner you made for me."

WTF, but Matt did what he was told, his cock hardening like an iron rod in his pants.

"And after I finish eating, you're going to clean up and meet me in the dungeon.  We'll send your plate to Alex.  I'm your dinner tonight."

"Yes, Sir," Matt said, as he hungrily kissed Tate's feet.  WTF just happened!

you did, you number two

After seeing Tate to the car, Chris went back to the sub-basement where Marco was still recuperating from his ordeal.  Marco had all his memories back, and had been allowed to keep his memories of the past week, but Mama Bo was nowhere to be found.  And now Tate was gone.

Sitting down next to Marco, Chris turned off the TV, gave him a kiss, "Hey, how are you doing?  Ready to get out of here?"

"Physically, I'll be OK," Marco replied, "keep feeding me that excellent food from your kitchen.  Mentally, everything seems to check out, all memories present and no signs of PTTD, all skills accounted for at 100%.  Emotionally ... my heart feels broken, like I've been cast out of the Garden of Eden."

"Yeah," Chris said, squeezing Marco's hand.

"How did you do it, though?"

"We told you, you did it."

"That was part of the bullshit, though, like letting me think there was still a year left before the bomb went off, when it was more like a week."

Chris grinned, but Marco was wearing the blindfold now, of course. "So much bullshit, man!  But you did it."

"Why withhold those memories from me then?  Some sort of state secret, what I did to defeat the PTTD?"

"Not at all," Chris countered, "But they aren't your memories to have, because we had to pull one of your clones out of storage, boot him up with your last pre-PTTD healthy backup, and enlist his help to hack you.  Nobody else but you could've hacked you, so we had to pull another you out of storage."

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"And where is this slightly younger version of me now?"

"He's upstairs, he's been watching everything and tweaking everything all along.  He's dying to meet you."

"Damn.  You hated being a clone, Chris.  What's this guy thinking?"

"You'll have to ask him yourself.  Come with me."

Marco meets Marco

Imagine you get introduced to your clone, but you're both wearing blindfolds.  You hug yourself, kiss yourself, can't see yourself.  Are you sexually attracted to yourself this way, if you're gay?

Chris says, "I'm gonna leave you guys alone, you can see each other in a second."

And then they do, visual and infrareds.  Marco is still naked, and the other Marco thought it only fair to match, not like our bodies are a secret from each other.

"Thanks, you saved my life," Marco said, as they both steamed in the lights, hugging each other.

"Yeah, although it was about way more than saving your life," Marco-Prime said.

"Yeah."

They sat down together, looked at each other, touched each other,

But Marco-Prime interrupted the scene, "So now you guys are gonna wipe me, and raise me as a blank clone.  Sure, your DNA, but I want my own life.  I don't want your life."

"That ... will take ... years, you'll be a baby in a man's body ... that's what I thought was going to happen to me ..."

"Yup, but it's what I want to happen to me.  You owe me.  Daddy."

yes, it is possible to enjoy my life after K has moved away

And while we continue to quarantine.

I'm still holding on to you.  We're not finished yet.

And I'm OK :-)

-- the Fuck Bar is the best ever, BTW, not as sure about the Fuck Machine, but the Fuck Bar :o)  the bar is just simpler!

partisan family Christmas

My two Republican siblings' families are gathering for the Annual Bug Family Christmas, while the three Democratic siblings' families are not.

This is so weird, that Republicans think the virus is no big deal.

Why did COVID-19 have to become partisan?  Why did a 0.7% death rate have to become partisan?  Why couldn't we have done the public health thing, with testing, tracing, isolating -- you don't need lockdowns if you test, trace, and isolate, and support the people who are isolating.

Why couldn't we just do this?

I don't get it.  We suck.

Talon & Tate, it's been, many days, and,

Tate took a car to the jail, where Ma,

With his own money, she was always about their own money,

He was gonna bail her out, with their own money, his bonus, and his YouTube cash,

But, Talon had already agreed to a plea bargain, three years, so, there was lots of crying, and she told him he'd be ejected if he kept that up, and, he knew he wouldn't be able to visit her with implants, so,

Fuck,

Tate had never cried so much, neither had Talon, three years,

Tate has to visit her.