Carl’s Sort Spot - Red Pt 1

Carl's Soft Spot - "Red Part 1"

The other side of Carl

A/N - Please enjoy the names and locations have been altered but the story remains true.

- Three months later -

I walked back from Eric's office and dropped heavily into my desk chair, rubbing the tight muscles at the back of my neck. Annie walked into my office a moment later with a stack of files. She didn't close the door right away, but when she saw the scowl on my face, I motioned sharply for her to shut it.

"It's a fucking cop out," I muttered, tossing a pen into my Military Police Physical Security stein which sat centered at the top edge of my desk.. "He doesn't want to travel because of his bullshit Broadway fucking trip. Damn him. I don't like corporate conferences and presentations."

Annie just looked at me, an intuitive, knowing light flashed in her eyes, then she smiled her wicked smile.

"Don't start," I warned, but she was already moving. "I'm not in the fucking mood Annie."

She stepped around my desk, her heels clicking softly against the floor, and leaned down, pressing her warm, firm breasts against my shoulder.

"Go away. You've been cooped up too long, Carl. It's been months since you played with pretty boy Dane, and you're snapping at shadows, I love you but you know it and I know it."

I turned my head, looking up into her eyes, and she was entirely right. I could feel the low, restless hum under my skin. "You know he sucked my cock like Shane did all those years ago," I murmured, testing the edges of my own admission. "But no one is better than you my love."

Annie just smiled brighter. "See, that's my man. Go find that weak, submissive pretty boy and use him. Get that need out of your system. Hell, use Eric's lazy reasoning to satisfy your bisexual craving. I love you, and I don't mind. In fact, I'll call Teri while you're gone, we can make it a fun weekend of our own."

She pressed her body closer, offering that grounding, absolute anchor she'd given me for a decade and a half. "You know when you get back home and we make love, I'll tell you all the details while I hold you, just like we always do, my sweet."

She kissed my cheek, "And when you get home, I'll be waiting for you having had Teri and gotten that out of my system." Annie pressed a second soft, lingering kiss to my cheek. "I'll always love you, Carl Nash. No one will ever replace you. But go on, go find your pretty boy and let him take the edge off."

- - -

I landed in Philadelphia and exhaled. The flight wasn't horrible, it wasn't as cramped as others had been but still, it's an airplane, I have no control over and a person in the seat next to me, let's just say, not so aromatic. Frankly, they needed better deodorant.

Once out the jetway and down to baggage claim, I picked up my rolling garment bag and headed out to the SEPTA station. This was easy enough. I was taking the rail to the Convention Center. It was calm, easy and well, I didn't have to deal with traffic on I-95 the SEPTA -Regional Rail would drop me right at Jefferson Station and Market Street, which will work best.

I stepped off the SEPTA and made my way to the hotel for the concierge to hold my luggage as I walked to the convention center. Once at the convention center I made my way to the main registration table. I waited, once called forward, I smiled at the very attractive black woman.

"Hi, I'm Carl Nash, I am speaking at a few breakout sessions."

She smiled and looked at her roster. Her eyes widened and then looked up at me. "Oh sir," she blushed, "I can't wait to hear your talk on the technical recommendations for inner physical security in urban American cities."

"Well, it's a favorite topic of mine I guess."

I could see her blushing but frankly, I could have but wasn't interested. She stood and turned around reaching for a welcome packet. When she turned back, she unnecessarily bent forward sharing her beautiful cleavage with me. Again, tempted but not interested.

"Oh, I see a note here Mr. Nash that the AV/Tech team needs a sizing and test for your headsets." Lucky guys" she winked.

Okay she was laying it on too thick I needed to let her down gently. I glanced at her name badge, "Tamara is it?" She smiled and I leaned forward. "I'd love to do nothing more than explore our sexual compatibility for the next three nights I am here."

I paused and listened to her gasp, "But my partner, well she'd be upset if I played without her. You get it right?" I stood straight. I could see the disappointment in her eyes.

"I see Mr. Nash, I am sorry but believe me, if you need anything please call on me, anything at all Sir."

I smiled, and she finished, "I'll call our AV/tech team for you."

I stepped to the side loading register to step forward. I watched as Tamara radio the team I wasn't truly paying attention. I heard someone squawk back to her in return. She let me know that it would be a few seconds since someone would be with me.

As Tamara shared, it was just a few moments later when a younger Hispanic woman came out from behind a closed door. She walked over and introduced herself and asked that I follow her.

I followed Maria back to the rear area of the convention center. She took me behind the main stage and then smiled booking up at me. I'm sure there was a bit of intimidation with my height versus hers. My thinner waist, my broad shoulders and larger frame.

"Gary will be with you shortly." She turned and walked away.

Before I could even react, I saw a young man headed my way. From a distance, I could see his smaller frame walking towards me. I knew this was the gentleman coming to see me, he was carrying a cardboard box in his hands, and then had a backpack slung over his left shoulder.

I noticed his longer than usual red hair. It was natural parted down the center. We have feathered it back, but then he approached. I saw his feminine features becoming more and more prevalent.

I noticed the way Gary walked, there was a slight sway to his hips. He took shorter steps, almost petite. But then I looked as he came into the bright lights where I was standing. His pale, freckled skin was near perfect. I don't think the young boy would've ever needed to shave, the slight fuzz covering his upper lip and his cheek cheeks almost made me laugh.

He paused seeing my height, his words were soft when he spoke. "Umm hello, umm Mr. Nash sir."

Oh! His voice was music to my ears. There was no doubt in my mind that the alto range sounds coming from him meant he was a perfect, a feminine man, and I would do everything I could to get closer to him.

When he set the box down on the close-by table, I took a step closer to him. I wanted to invade his space. I needed him to know I was there.

Hmm and when he turned around, there he was, inches from me. I could see his fear, the shock, so much so as he went to speak, he stuttered.

I placed a hand on his shoulders, "Hey Gary, it's okay. Take a deep breath, it's okay." I smiled, still touching him. "Yes, that's it, nice and slow, a nice deep breath."

He closed his eyes, I watched even closer and he calmed down. I leaned in a bit, "See, isn't that better?" He took one more deep breath and then opened his eyes, I stepped back slightly so we weren't on top of each other.

I smiled, "You needed to see me about some audio tech stuff?" I looked in his eyes, they were a beautiful green. He hadn't replied yet. I moved my hand from his shoulder and decided this was a chance but I rolled the dice.

I gently touched his arms and held his hand. "Gary, are you alright? You seem to be frozen in time."

He blinked a few times and then blushed. "I'm so sorry Mr. Nash, I am absolutely embarrassed. I have made a fool of myself."

And that's when I felt him shiver. "Hey Gary, easy, easy does it." I let go of his hand and leaned my head forward. "Goodness you have beautiful sexy eyes Gary." He blushed a deeper pink and I got excited.

He was choked up, I could tell. "Mr. Nash, I need to fit you for a wireless mic." He turned and looked in the box he carried. When he turned back around he had a wired mic with a short cord and a wireless pack.

He looked at me and I smiled. "I'll turn around?" He nodded. I felt him touching my belt and then I heard him exhale and curse. "Dammit."

"Everything okay Gary?" I looked over my shoulder.

"No, I have the wrong set up." He huffed. I turned fully around, he was looking in the box again and as he spun back around expecting me to still be facing away, I startled him.

I watched him shiver and lose his cool, he got flustered. I took advantage of it. "You know, you really are a pretty boy. I love your hair and eyes, once we are done here, I'd love to take you to dinner tonight. What do you say Red, can I take you to dinner tonight?"

That fully flustered him. "M... my name is Gary. Mr. Nash."

Hmm and this is when I knew he needed something firmer. "Hmm, yes it is but when we have dinner tonight, and believe me, you and I are having dinner, Gary, and when we sit and have a drink, then some dinner and nice calm conversations, you'll be my Red for the next few days, now won't you, my sweet boy."

He nodded his head. "Now fit my mic and you will meet me in the Residence Inn at 6:30. You will not be late."

I turned away from him and let him fit me for the mic and wireless battery pack.

- - -

I stood in the lobby, I had showered but I hadn't shaved, I wanted to see if I could get him excited with the roughness of my day long beard. I looked at my watch once more, it was now after 1830, he was late, or so afraid he wouldn't come. That's okay. I was walking to dinner anyhow.

I walked out of the hotel. Standing just off to the side of the entrance, wringing his hands and muttering under his breath, was Gary. I watched him for a second, catching the clear turmoil on his face. There was this heavy, internal tug-of-war where half his brain was screaming at him to turn around and run back to safety, while the other, hungrier half kept him rooted to the pavement.

He was terrified of what he wanted, but he wanted it too badly to leave.

"Gary?" I called out, he turned quickly. I raised my hands as if showing I was not carrying anything. I slowly approached him. I watched his eyes, they moved left to right, he was nearly shivering, which isn't good on a mid-September evening in Philadelphia.

I was a half step away, fifteen inches, "Hey, it's okay I promise Gary."

"Red!" He barked at me in his soft voice, then he shook. "You called me Red and I've been out here for ten minutes arguing with myself as to why and why not to do this."

I could see the need for comfort and control. He needed to be soothed, right away. "Good, good boy, you were here early, not late at all." I murmured, keeping my tone firm, steady, and unapologetically in charge.

"I'm going to hug you and help you calm down?" I could see him nod but then I saw something else, he shivered and his face broke and I swear he was going to cry.

I reached out, wrapping my large, weathered arms around his small frame, pulling him flush against my chest. I heard a sob and as my hand moved slowly up and down his back, I calmed him as I whispered in his ear.

"Hey it's okay, you're a good boy Red, you are a good submissive little boy aren't you?"

He let out a sharp, ragged breath, a muffled sound catching in his throat as the heavy reality of my strength and dominance hit him. My hand continued to slide up his spine, pulling him firmly against me while my rough jaw brushed the top of his messy red hair. He didn't pull away; instead, he melted into me. His small hands bunching into the fabric of my light jacket as he finally stopped fighting himself.

"I've got you," I whispered against his ear, feeling him shudder from head to toe. "Just breathe. Let go of all that anxiety and let me take care of you tonight, Red."

He let out a shaky, half-laugh, half-sigh against my chest, the internal war finally giving way to sweet relief. "I... I knew you were going to call me Red. I think I wanted you to."

I pulled back just enough to look down into his flushed, gorgeous face. I brought my hand up, now to real him in and lock him as mine.

I gently placed my hand on his cheek and with my thumb, I traced the sensitive line of his jaw, right over where my rough stubble scratched him. I wanted him to feel my caress and every little bit of that masculine contrast.

"I know you did, Red. Now, let's go on our date. We'll get you a drink, some dinner, and start teaching you what it really means to be a good boy, my femboy, and obey."

"I think I'd like that Sir."

The pubs along Market Street were roaring with laughter and noise let alone the clinking of glasses. We passed by a few. My hand was firm in the small of Red's back as I directed him down the sidewalk.

The Irish pub we slipped into was packed as well, to the gills. Patrons were shoulder to shoulder with convention attendees and locals alike. The air smelled of beer, and men, friend food, and yes, earthy fun.

It was the perfect absolute chaos for what I wanted. I pressed my hand into Red's back and guided him inside.

I continued steering him through the thick crowd until we found a tiny spot, a larger communal high-top table jammed right into the corner near a brick wall. I looked up and sure enough, right above our heads, a Jameson bottle chandelier. I pointed up and smiled. I could see his nervousness. I tilted my head forward.

"Take a deep breath Red, take a deep breath, I've got you my femboy." Then without giving him much room to maneuver or any hesitation, I slid my hand from the small of his back down and held it firm against his small ass.

"No one can see this. Take a deep breath, but know this is mine tonight and so are you. Stay here I am getting us drinks my submissive femboy." I gave his small ass a soft squeeze and a pat. "Don't move an inch." I then walked to the bar.

Standing in line waiting my turn, I looked over my shoulder, I watched him for a second through the crowd. Red was standing stiffly, nervously gripping the edge of the high-top table, his eyes wide as convention goers brushed past him on all sides. He looked entirely out of his element and completely helpless.

Exactly where I wanted him.

I looked a second time, two men stood near him at the table. He leaned over and I thought I saw him speak. The one man laughed and didn't move. Oh, I'd have to rescue him.

I got our drinks, a double Irish Whiskey, and a pale ale for Red. I made my way over to our table and in my deepest voice I excused the two intruders.

"Pardon me, I'll take my space back, thanks for holding it for me." I towered over the one, and the other knew better. They both turned and walked away.

"Here you go Red, but first a toast." I slid in next to him, my right hand in the small of his back, my drink in my left. Red picked up his beer, I leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"A toast to you my pretty femboy, Red, for tonight I will love you like no other ever has."

He blushed immediately as I pulled back from whispering in his ear. We touched glasses and took our first sip. I slid my arm around his waist and held my hand to his waist. I looked at him and then smiled.

"Drink up, Red," I murmured, leaning in close so my lips brushed the sensitive skin right beside his ear, feeling him shiver from head to toe.

With the roar of the pub surrounding us, no one else could possibly hear the way I spoke to him, and nobody would look twice at two men squeezed together on a crowded standing table. But out of their sight my hand held his body tight to me, connected at the hip, this was perfect.

When we finished our drink I bent back to his ear. "I need somewhere more special. Let's go and find a nice place to eat, just you and me."

He leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Sir, there is a place I know, it's never crowded like this."

We stepped outside, Red led us down the crowded sidewalk and turned down a dimly lit, cobblestone street, Camac Street. I still hadn't let my hand from the small of his back, Red leaned into me slightly.

"Red, I want something special, no one will know me or I will not know me but I want to be happy with my femboy."

He looked at me, there was a soft confidence in his face, "Yes sir."

We walked maybe a half of a block and stopped, we turned to our left. There was a spot light over top of the door. "Here Sir, at the bottom of the steps, please believe me."

I opened the door and Red stepped in and started down the dimly lit steps. True to his word at the bottom of the fifteen steps, a very feminine boy sat. He looked at Red and then to me. "Sir, good evening. It is open seating, seat yourself. We ask for tolerance and only play with the toy you brought. Public play is allowed but participation is only permitted after permission is given."

I smiled, "Thank you but no one will touch my femboy except me."

The door boy stood and pulled the curtain back to a moderately lit expansive room, a large bar and restaurant. I was amazed. Red and I walked to a half rounded booth. I slid in and he slid in. I reached for his hand and pulled him closer. "Good boy, stay with sir now."

A woman came over wearing a skirt with two menus and glasses of water. She smiled when looking at me. "May I serve your Sir?"

"Bourbon on the rocks, a light beer for Red, we'll have whatever the chef's special is but nothing too heavy, my femboy and I have a long night ahead of us."

"A broiled fish with white cream sauce, steamed rice and broccoli?"

I nodded, she smiled. "Yes Sir."

When she walked away, I moved my hand and slid it around Red's waist again. "Now my sweet submissive femboy, tell me all about you because over the next three days, it will be just us. When I am available, believe me, I will own every moment of you and your body."

Red told me growing up the son of a single mother who worked hard. He lost himself in the high school AV/Tech Club. He never had a father figure and grew up as best he knew, watching his mother.

"You like how close I pull you to sit with me don't you?" I was firm when I spoke, I moved my thumb up to his cheek caressing his soft skin. My slow, possessive circles against his cheek made him blush.

"You want these people seeing you here with me, this is why you brought us here."

Red swallowed hard, his breath hitching. He kept his eyes locked on mine. "Yes Sir." he breathed out, his soft alto voice laced with a heady mix of fear and absolute, intoxicating surrender.

I moved my hand from his face and slid it down his chest and brought it to rest on his thigh. "Good boy. Sip your drink, keep your eyes on me, and let's see how long you can handle being kept on such a tight leash."

We sat back and as I caressed his thigh, I moved my hand closer to his crotch. I moved closer and closer. I watched his expressions.

"Tell me, tell me Red."

He swallowed, "Sir I'm afraid you will make ... make me hard."

"Oh my femboy, Soon, I will take you to my hotel room. I won't only make you hard, sweetie, I am going to make you cum, I am going to use you as my play toy, I will own your body, my pretty femboy."

I slid my hand on to his crotch and pressed my hand on top of his cock. I bent over and whispered in his ear. "Ohh my you are a true feminine pretty boy with a small penis. It's not even a cock is it?"

I saw his expression change and a bread of sweat formed immediately on his forehead and panic crossed his face.

"You can't fuck me with this thing can you? You can't fuck at all with this little thing, can you?" He shivered. I held him firmer and then told him. "Drink up, it's time to take my pretty femboy to my room and use him."

I downed my drink and waved to the waitress to bring our check. I dropped cash on the table and took Red's hand, "Come, we'll eat later."

We stepped back out into the autumn air. My hand never left his back as I nearly pulled him along. As we entered the hotel, I took hold of his hand, it was trembling. "Let them see my femboy as I walk him to my room. Let them see your Sir taking you to my room."

Once outside the elevator, we walked quietly to my room stopping at my door. I turned and kissed his lips softly. "You will obey everything I tell you, or you won't come inside."

"Yes Sir."

I unlocked the door and stepped inside. I watched as Red stepped in as well. When the door closed behind him, I watched his eyes, they never left me. I stepped up to him. I placed my hands on his soft face, my right hands caressing his smooth soft skin.

"I will treat you with loving but commanding guidance. You will not say no to me or I will send you home." I pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. "Go to the bathroom if you need, wash up nicely strip down wearing just your underwear and come back out my pretty femboy. Then I will show you how you will love me."

I kissed Red firmer, an open lip kiss but no tongue, leaving him near breathless. "Hurry my good boy."

I moved quickly, from my bag which had been delivered, I pulled my bottle of oil, I wasn't going to fuck him tonight but I would tease him and fuck his little throat. I stripped, hung my clothes and then removed my boxers. My cock knew it would receive attention and started to firm.

I heard the bathroom toilet flush and then the water running in the sink. Then the wonderful sound of the door opening. That's when to my amazement, I watched my small framed femboy, his freckled pale skin walk from the bathroom towards me.

My eyes took his body in and then a second thrilling surprise. Red wore delicate red front panties. His little bulge and his small balls prominent in the lace encasement.

"Oh you are a femboy aren't you?"

Red blushed from head to toe, instantly. "I wanted to be pretty for you Sir."

I walked up to him, fully naked, I wrapped my arms around him. My hardening cock pressed to the top of his panties, I let my hands move up and down his back. I kissed his cheek, his neck. I trailed kisses across his face, his lips and yes, then a soft kiss, parting his lips with my tongue, I kissed my femboy and began my possession.

When I pulled back from our kiss, I whispered in a very firm voice. "You will suck my cock Red, you will do a good job and I will cum down your throat." I stepped away and held his hand.

We stepped in the center of the room. I grabbed a pillow from the king sized bed and dropped it on the floor. "Kneel."

"Yes... yes, Sir," he breathed, his voice cracking with a mix of desperate longing and acute disappointment.

He obeyed, dropping to his knees, his eyes focused on me. "Put your hands behind your back, Red. Open your mouth my pretty boy and accept my cock."

He parted his lips instantly, his breath hot felt wonderful as he exhaled breathing on my bare skin. I guided myself to his face, pressing forward until I filled his mouth, denying him any gentle transition. He choked softly around me, his eyes watered slightly, tears soon spilled from his eyes as he blocked, ohh his pretty green eyes.

I pulled out, giving him a moment to relax. I bent down and kissed him softly. "Good boy, now you know how it feels. I will not stop until I finish." I kissed his mouth with hunger this time.

Then I stood and fed him in a slow movement, I filled his mouth and throat. "Take it all, Red," I commanded, holding him firmly by the hair, driving the pace just enough to let him feel the full, dominant weight of my body over his. "Swallow every drop of your master. You belong to me tonight."

I didn't let up, driving him right to the edge of his abilities with relentless, greedy strokes of my hips, I thrust forward until the pressure built to an near unbearable peak.

"Swallow Red!" I held him firm, flooding his throat, filling him completely as he desperately swallowed every heavy, pulsing drop, choking softly around my cum.

When I finally pulled back, Red collapsed against my legs, he wrapped his hands around me holding me, hugging me, gasping for air, his tears traced down his cheeks and wet my thighs as he buried his face into me.

"Good boy, you are a very good boy Red." I bent down and lifted him, I pressed my lips to his. This time pressing a rough, stubbled kiss to his forehead. "That's just the first lesson, pretty boy. I'll call room service for our dinner. Now go wash your face and brush your teeth. Come back and cuddle on the couch until our dinner arrives."

Red came out of the bathroom, he had washed his face and brushed his teeth. I loved the minty flavored kiss as I pulled him close.

"I ordered us dinner, my femboy. We'll have club sandwiches and a nice side salad." I kissed his forehead. "Now, when they knock on the door, you will be a good boy and go answer the door exactly how you are dressed, wearing your panties."

I felt him shivery as soon as the words reverberated against his ear drums. He looked at me, his eyes wide. "Do as you're told, you are my submissive femboy."

He nodded, "Yes Sir."

We cuddled. "I need to be up early tomorrow and I assume you do as well? What time do you work tomorrow?"

"Sir I start at ten and finish at six." He turned his head as there was a knock on the door.

"Go on Red, be a good boy and go answer the door."

Red did as he was told and opened the door. The server wheeled the cart in with our dinner. I gave the instructions for him to leave it in the center of the room, and we'll handle it from there.

Red was embarrassed, a blotchy red hue covered his body. "Red, sign the check, give him a nice tip then come have dinner with your Master." I was purposefully firm.

When the server left and the door closed Red came back over, he needed to be told and assured what a good boy he was. I stood and walked over but this time when I hugged him, I cupped his small penis, feeling the silk of his panties. I kissed his cheek.

"You are a good boy. Let's eat and then get some sleep, I can't wait to curl up behind you holding your little femboy penis in my hand."

We sat and had our dinner, when we were done i wheeled the cart out to the hallway and closed the door, locking Red and I in for the night.

Once we readied for bed, I curled in behind Red, I curled in behind him and yes, I cupped his small penis in my hand and kissed him good night. He was asleep in no time.

End of Red - Part One

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