Waiter, part 2

Kindra and
I had a monogamous relationship. She had firmly established that point when we
got together. It wasn’t a moral thing; she just needed monogamy to feel
comfortable and secure, she’d said. I had assented easily. Monogamy was all I
knew.

Yet here
was my girlfriend covertly giggling and texting some buff waiter from our
favorite restaurant.

Not some waiter. “His name’s Dax,” Kindra had scolded me the other day, before all
this started.

Though now
it was, “oh it’s just Yaz, she’s such a scandal queen,” whenever I asked what
all the giggling and blushing was about.

But that
damned waiter had told me exactly what his plans were. Like an idiot I agreed
to his “bet.” Kindra had given him her number right in front of me, though she tried
to hide it. According to the terms of the wager, I had to “look the other way”
and let this asshole “do what a man can.”

Just
thinking back on it burned me with shame. What was I doing upholding the terms
of such a shady bet, anyway? It probably had something to do with the thumping
of my heart and the sexual thrill I felt alongside the humiliation. Blerg.

Lately
Kindra seemed to be putting off sex with me. Too tired, too stressed. This
happens; it’s not a big deal. But lately I had been awakening in the night to
find Kindra lying with her back to me. One hand on her phone. The other between
her legs.

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I didn’t
think they’d done anything more than text. …sext. There hadn’t’
been time. Probably. She was too busy with work and other obligations. It
wasn’t like her to shirk, either. She was too dedicated. Or was she dedicated to her affairs as well? The uncertainty was eating me. It was torture.
That’s why I think it was both relief and agony when she texted me to meet her
at the restaurant again one night. We didn’t normally eat out so regularly. It
must have been because of him. But perhaps at last I’d get some clue.

I arrived
and she was already there and seated. Unusual; normally she’d wait by the door.
Plus she was wearing a nice dress. Black, velvet, low-cut. Some makeup on
closer inspection. Alarm bells. She rarely dressed up. It was Wednesday. I
racked my mind for an overlooked special occasion, but of course there was
nothing. He was the special occasion. I grasped at the straw
anyway:

“Wow.
What’s the occasion?”

“Hmpf! I
can’t just wear nice things?” she teased. But there was a real edge of
annoyance to it.

“Kindra,
you take my breath away. You are looking even more beautiful than usual.”

I wish
I’d said that. No. It was him. Suddenly there, depositing glasses of water. She
blushed deeply.

“Thank you,
Dax,” she said, placing her hand on his forearm. Then turned her gaze to me, “Nice
to see someone knows how to deliver a compliment.” He left, pulling away from
her hand (which she didn’t remove) and I could swear he flashed me the most
triumphant grin for a half second.

“I said ‘wow’!”
I complained, weakly.

“Yes, you
are truly a Don Juan. What woman’s sense of romance wouldn’t be fulfilled with
such effusive praise?”

“Anyway,
since when are you two on a first name basis?”

“What, you
think Dax told me his name and I just left him hanging? We aren’t all social
inepts, unwilling to make friends.”

“Friends?
He asked for your number.”

She averted
her gaze awkwardly but continued, “well yes…but that doesn’t mean we can’t be
friends in time. If I couldn’t be friends with people who had sexual attraction
towards me I wouldn’t have any male friends at all.”

The
possibilities made my head spin. She had so many male friends. Mostly
male friends. I had never felt like a jealous person, but this was all so much,
so fast. For the first time I had real reason to be jealous.

“You’re
right, of course. I’m just being jealous.” I forced myself to say. “Ignore me.
It’s an unworthy emotion reeking of patriarchy.”

“Yes, it’s
certainly not like you,” she said, still not meeting my eyes. “But despite the
cave-manishness it’s sweet to see you all riled up.”

“Sadist,” I
managed to quip, trying to will joviality into my voice. She looked back up.

“Mmm, you
know it, baby. But also…a girl likes to be reminded that she matters to her
partner. You know? That she has options. Nothing like a little competition to
reignite those affections.”

“I thought
you were looking for friendship?” I said, my heart dropping into my stomach.

She blushed
and looked away again.

“You know
I’m teasing. I just mean that a little jealousy can be affirming. Maybe I like
seeing it in you?”

“I do love
you for your sadism, after all. But I thought that was all in the bedroom.
Guess I should expect a little extra-curricular torture?”

“Hmm,
perhaps.”

My heart
was racing a mile a minute. A cold sweat was dripping from my armpits. I
couldn’t keep up this calm facade.

“Well, I’m
going to the bathroom,” I said, practically race-walking away.

I splashed
cold water on my face and breathed slowly, trying to calm my nerves. It wasn’t
working. I started counting my breaths.

“She
dressed up for me, you know.”

I jumped
and spun around. It was him, of course.

“I was
surprised she agree to do that in front of you, so soon.”

I didn’t know
what to say. I felt a sinking sensation. My ears were burning.

“But I’m
glad she did. Half the fun for me is humiliating the boyfriend. Or husband.
Hell, sometimes even a son. Older women are great, you know? And nothing’s more
shameful for a young man than watching his mother flirt with some young guy;
maybe younger than he is. Too ashamed to stop her from cuckolding his own
father….

“Sorry, I
digress…. How old are you anyway?”

“Uhhh,” I
stalled, dazed.

“Answer me
when I ask you a question.”

“T-t-twenty
five.” What? I wasn’t a stutterer and I owed him nothing. But
I felt so nervous. I found myself looking down, ashamed, like Kindra had been
in front of me.

“Look at me
when I speak to you” he commanded, easily. I met his eyes. There was no anger.
Just confidence. And a boyish grin.

He went on.

“Kindra’s
twenty six. She told me. Good age for a woman. Young enough to have that
perfect, youthful body. Old enough to have maturity; experience, confidence, to
know what she wants. And to start to suspecting what she’s missing…

“I’m still
in high school, actually. I know, I know, I don’t look it. Swear I haven’t just
stayed back a dozen times. I was blessed with a muscular frame and learned some
sexual maturity early. I’m legal, though. Lucky for all these women who get a
real man with a teen boy’s stamina. Right?”

“Umm, uh, I
guess.”

“I suppose
you wouldn’t know. You were never like me. You’re a beta male.
Feminine, subservient. It’s obvious. You cemented your role the moment you
agreed to my wager. What an idiot. No real man would just watch as some guy hit
on his woman. You lost any opportunity you had to be an Alpha
right then. Not that you had much opportunity. But you could have at least
pretended. Maybe grown into it. But look at you, just standing there, silent,
hanging on my every word. This is your awakening.”

I was
boiling with rage inside. I didn’t know if I was more ashamed or pissed off at
his sexist nonsense. Yet I was also entranced.

“Now now, I
don’t mean this in some old school patriarchal way. There’s no right or wrong
in it. But it’s just true. Some folks are more naturally dominant. Others are
subservient, for whatever reason. It’s a thrill. I love humiliating betas like
you. It’s my role… And you love being ashamed and taking your natural place
at my feet. Whether you know it yet or not.”

My ears
must have been purple with hot shame. I wanted to look away but I couldn’t;
didn’t feel right disobeying him. And that just made it worse.

“Kneel.”

I stared at
him, dumb.

“It’s okay,
just take your place. You’ll love it. Now kneel.”

I found
myself kneeling. It just happened. And by now my shame was sharing a lot of
space with arousal.

“Good boy.”

Adrenaline
shot through me at his words. Then he unzipped his pants.

God. I hadn’t sucked a cock in years. I felt thrilled and sick. Did I
want this? Yes! I needed to suck his hard dick until it came inside my
hungry mouth…But also, no! I hated this completely, deep down in my core. I
felt gross, nauseated. And somehow, I felt guilty that I was about to break my
vow of monogamy to Kindra. How silly is that? She started this. Or did I…with
that stupid bet?

“Open your
mouth.”

I opened
wide, obediently, with no hesitation.

He put his
cock in my mouth.

“Close your
lips around it.”

I did. It
wasn’t erect. It felt warm and soft on my tongue and lips.

“Now make
sure to swallow.”

With that a
hot steam let loose in my mouth. It tasted a little acrid. Just a little.
Mostly it just tasted like warm water. Kinda nice, in a perverse way.

But it
didn’t let up. I had to
swallow, repeatedly. Gulp after gulp. On and on. Never opening my mouth or
spilling. It went on forever. How
much had he drunk? I felt like my
stomach was almost out of capacity. That any moment I would try to swallow but
it wouldn’t have anywhere to go and would overflow out of my mouth. All over my
clothes. Marking my shame clearly. God. I felt full. In every way.

“Aaand
that’s good,” he declared, pulling out from my pursed lips with a light pop. He
took hold of his flaccid penis and shook it over me. Warm drops dappled my
face.

“Okay,” he
said, zipping back up, “Now go out there and give your girlfriend a big kiss. A
deep one. Let her taste what a beta male should taste like. Like
whatever an Alpha decides to put in him.”

Full of
shame and confusion, I stood and approached the sink to wash the pee from my
face.

“No. Leave
it.”

I stared
back at him, aghast.

“Now now,
she won’t be able to tell. Not for certain. She’ll just have a vague sense of
what you are.”

I turned
and walked to the door.

“Oh and
don’t forget to keep pretending you don’t know about me and her. I’m gonna make
her my fuck doll right under your nose. And it’ll be more fun for her if she
thinks she’s sneaking around on you. All the thrill of lying and
betrayal.”

I thought I
had lost all of my pride, but something snapped in me and I turned back to him.

“She’ll
never be your ‘fuck doll.’ She, she, she’s an Alpha Female. More than a
match for you.”

He laughed,
heartily. “That’s so cute. You have no idea. Of course to a beta like you she’s
an Alpha. It’s natural for a person with any self respect to step on your neck.
It feels good; right. But like so many girlfriends of betas, she’s just waiting
to be brought to heel by a more dominant partner. To a man like me, she’s just
a bitch in need of training.”

“Fuck you!”
I spat. “You wish.”

“Listen,
Piss Boy!” he growled, wrapping his large hand around my slender neck and
slamming me against the wall. “Don’t take that tone with your betters!” He
glared deep into my eyes for a tense moment before relenting.

“I’ll let
it slide this once since you’re new to this role. But don’t think I’m afraid to
hurt you. A beta like you would cover up any bruises with excuses; too ashamed
to tell his girl the truth.

“Oh, and if
you need some convincing about where this is all headed, take a peek at Kindra’s
texts sometime. She’s already started to reveal her true colors… Bitch is
just waiting to be shown her place.”

He released
his grip. I slumped a little, almost falling. I was defeated. I was sick to my
stomach. Could it be true? I felt hot and cold in all the wrong ways. I
couldn’t stand up to him anymore.

I headed to
the door. Then his hand was on my head.

“Good boy.”
He ruffled my hair. “It’s a hard transition but you’ll get used to this in no
time. Just remember that you’re a beta male.”

With that I
opened the door and finally left. When I got back to the table, Kindra’s face
lit up with a big, loving smile.

“Hey
darling!” God. That made me feel amazing but also like garbage.
Amazing garbage.

I leaned
down and kissed her. Deeply. As we pulled apart her face twisted up in distaste
and confusion. Fuck.

She was
going to interrogate me. Demand to know why I tasted like piss. Call me Piss
Boy, just like he did. I was a Piss Boy. A beta male.
A loser…

But no. She
just shook her head and let the moment pass. Good. What was she
thinking, though? That I tasted like beta male? No no no, that’s was just his twisted
worldview. Nonsense. For a moment he had me believing. But no. It was
retrograde drivel. There wasn’t anything that innately made me need to submit
to him or anyone else. I wasn’t a beta male.

Beta male.
Beta…it
sounded…kinda nice. I’m a beta I said to myself and it sent a tingle down my
spine.