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A Daymare on Kelly Street

Part 50 The Daymare Ends

This story is fiction,  a figment of my warped imagination.  Should the
characters in this story even remotely bare similarities to any real person,
living or dead,  it was purely accidental and any such similarities are strictly
coincidences.

This story deals with mature subject matter and involves intimate gay sex.  If
it is illegal for you to read such material, due to your age or location,  then
please don't. If you are offended by acts of homosexuality between consenting
and non-consenting adults, then Do Not Read this story.

The author does not necessarily condone or subscribe to the behavior discussed
in this story.  It was written strictly as a form of entertainment.  Acts
described are pure fantasy on my part and should not be attempted by anyone that
does not know what the hell they are doing.

PLEASE NOTE:  This chapter was run through the MSWord2000 spell checker.   I
have made every attempt to try and ensure spelling is correct, however this
story is written in every day speech.   I used my own spelling for slang and
street words that do not do not appear in the spell checker dictionary.   As
well, the grammar is most likely less than perfect, I am not an English major.  
If you want good grammar and absolutely perfect spelling, I would suggest you go
to your favorite book store and buy a story by a professional writer.   You get
what you pay for.

Story codes:  M/M/Anal/Oral/Bond/NC/Spank/Hum/cbt/WS

This story (c) by Rob 2001, all rights reserved.
Comments to:      cumulust@yahoo.com    or   robolder@excite.com  


A Daymare on Kelly Street

by Rob

Chapter 50

The Daymare Ends

The shadows were closing in, I was running as fast as my legs would carry me,
but it was no use.    They had found  my signal, my vibes, my halo, whatever it
was that drew them to me, they now were locked on to it and I couldn't shake
them.

I was gasping for air but still I refused to give up, after all this time
evading them, I did not want to give up.  I did not want to die.

"Go away." I screamed through a throat rasping and dry from the tremendous
volume of air that passed through on it's way to my lungs and out again.

"Leave me alone.   What have I ever done to hurt you.   Haven't I suffered
enough.   Leave me alone, go away."  

But they did not stop, closer and closer they came.  The faster I ran the faster
they closed the distance between us.   Suddenly a rope, strung across my path, I
couldn't avoid it.  It trips me and I go flying through the air.   The shadows
close in, I can hear them,  wispy noises, hundreds of wispy noises as they head
in for the kill.   Then I recognize what the wispy noises are..........it is
laughter........ thousands of voices all laughing......... laughing........ at
me.

I have done the best I could, given my all, but it was not enough.   Now they
are closing in laughing at a fool, a fool that now must die.

I closed my eyes and all fight left me.  I felt nothing, the shadows should have
taken me.   But there was nothing, no feeling, not even the sounds of them
laughing.   Just nothing.  

Do they have me?  

Am I dead?  

Is death nothing? 

No feeling?

No sounds?

Just a black, silent hell?

But wait, I see light.  

Light through my closed eyelids.  

Light,  getting brighter and brighter.

What is happening?

Where am I?

Sounds, I hear sounds.

Muffled sounds, but sounds.

And the light is getting brighter.

"My God, get Dr Charles." a voice calls out.   "He's coming round.  He is
finally coming round."

I heard it.  A voice.  A real human voice, calling for a doctor.    I am not
dead.   The light is getting brighter.   The sounds clearer.

The sounds are the sounds of.... of a.......hospital room.   Yes, I am sure, it
is a hospital room.  I can also smell it, yes, the unmistakable smells of a
hospital room.

The light is brighter and the haze that has clouded my vision begins to clear. 
I can see the outline of people, dressed in green outfits.   Yes it must be a
hospital room.   I didn't die.    But I should have died.   The shadows had me,
I should have died.

Then I remembered the car heading straight for me.   It's horn blaring, the
tires screeching, Pat screaming for me to watch out.

"Noooooooooooooooo." I screamed out loud in my anguish.

Arms around me soothing me.

"It's ok Harold.   It's ok.   No one will hurt you here, it is ok."  the voice
says, my vision still too blurry to distinguish features.

But the voice!  I recognize the voice.   It is Josh.   I swear it is Josh, but
shouldn't it have been Pat?   Pat was with me when the car struck.   Where was
Pat?

I was crying, I could feel hot tears running down and across my cheeks.  Josh's
voice, quietly, calmly soothing, making me feel safe.   My vision was clearing
slowly, but still too blurry to distinguish anything.

"It's ok Harold, Dr Charles will be here in a moment, everything will be fine.  
Just relax." Josh spoke gently.

Then the voice, Charlie's voice filled the room.

"How long?" Charlie's voice said.

"Go away Charlie.  I want nothing to do with you, you treacherous bastard." I
screamed out.

I tried to sit up but my body would not respond to my desires.   Oh shit was I
crippled for life?   Had my back been broken in the accident.  These thoughts
suddenly running loose through my head, calmed down my anger at Charlie.

"He may have been living in some kind of nightmare while in the coma and our
voices are wrapped up in that nightmare.    Mine obviously has struck a sour
cord with him.   But we have to bring him completely around Josh."  Charlie's
voice said.

"I agree Sir.  I think he has his full hearing back but I don't think he has his
vision.    The pupils are still not very responsive." Josh's voice.

They were talking about me.  

A coma? 

Nightmare?

What the hell was happening?

"Harold, can you hear me?" Josh's voice.

"Yes." I managed to utter through parched lips and raw throat.

"Listen carefully Harold.   You are in the Sunnybrooke Medical Centre.  I am
Doctor Joshua Rainier.   I have been looking after you.   You were in a traffic
accident and have been in a coma for sometime.   You have nothing to fear,
Harold.  We are all friends here and will look after you." Josh explained.

"Yes I remember the car, the horn and the sound of those tires screeching.  
Then nothing but blackness."  I answered.

"You remember the accident?"  Josh sounded astonished.

"Yes, why wouldn't I remember it.  I saw it too late.  I should never have
walked out onto Queen Street like that.   What a stupid thing to do."  I said.

"Queen Street?   But the accident didn't happen on Queen Street, Harold.   It
happened on Dufferin Street at the Dufferin Gate  to the CNE."  Josh said.

"It couldn't have.  I was rushing up Kelly Street.  Pat said something to me
that really pissed me off and with out thinking I walked right out into the
traffic of Queen Street."  I explained.

There was silence for a moment and then Charlie's voice spoke.

"Josh, I would like to speak with you privately for a moment." 

"Just relax, Harold.  I will only be a moment."  Josh said and then got up.

Through blurred vision I watched him go over and stand beside and the man he
called Doctor Charles.  They spoke in a whisper, but strangely enough I could
hear every word they said.

"Josh, it could be that he relived the accident while in coma.   He may have
worked it into whatever dreams he was having."  Dr Charles explained.

I didn't understand what the hell they were talking about.  Why were they
talking about some guy that had been in a coma, they should have been talking
about me.

"How much should I tell him, Sir?"  Josh asked, and I noted that he used the
title, Sir.

"Whatever he wants to know, Josh.  Start by asking him about the day he arrived
here.   Let's see how much of that he remembers."  Dr Charles whispered back.

"Ok, Sir, but stop me if you think I am going too far."  Josh said and he came
back over to the bed and sat down beside me.

"Harold do you remember the day and month that you went out for that walk to the
Dufferin Gates at the CNE?" he asked.

"Yes, I will never forget that date, it was the day I entered the bar on Kelly
Street." I replied.

"What was the date, Harold?" he asked.

"It was the 15th of July 2001, a Saturday." I answered.

"Do you know what today's date is?" he asked.

"Uhmmm....no ..... as a matter of fact I don't." I replied, feeling confused.

"It is Wednesday, the 21st of August, 2002." he said.

"So I was with Charlie for just over a year, it seemed like a couple of years."
I said.

"No, Harold.  You were not with anyone named Charlie.  You were right here, in
this bed.   You have been here the whole time Harold, except for a few nights
spent in the recovery room after various surgeries performed to repair your
body."

"Here!   Repair my body.   But that's impossible.   Charlie kidnapped me and has
been holding me as a slave.   I couldn't possibly have been here."  I was
astounded.

"You were struck by a car, that was rammed by another car that was involved in a
police chase.   The car that ran over you was pushed onto the sidewalk by the
speeding car.   You sustained severe head trauma and multiple fractures,
Harold." he spoke the words quietly, slowly, letting them sink in.

"You mean Charlie was a dream?" I asked incredulously.

"Yes Harold, it sounds like you were having one doozy of a nightmare."

He didn't say anything more.  He just let me try to absorb the startling things
he had just revealed.   If Charlie was a nightmare, then Dieter, Pat, Pete,
Larry, everyone that I had met recently, was a part of a nightmare.   Not real.  
Figments of my imagination.

Wait a minute.   If it was a nightmare, how come, Josh was sitting here beside
me.   He was there, just as Pat and Pete were.

"But if it were a nightmare, Josh, how come you were there?    You were my
doctor at one point.    I don't understand any of this."

"Harold it is not unusual for a coma patient to hear voices in the hospital
room, to even see faces and associate them with a dream while they are in the
coma.   What you have probably done is associated some of the staff with your
dream.    Don't be surprised if in the next few days people from your dream
start turning up in this room, the nurses, some of the hospital technicians,
x-ray, the lab, the cleaning staff, even some of your visitors.  A lot of people
moved through this room in the past year." he explained.

His face was starting to take on definition.   It was definitely Josh.   I would
be glad when this blurring ended.

All of this revelation started me thinking and now a question was on my lips.  
I had to know the answer.

"Josh,  what about Pat.   Do you know if anyone named Pat looked after me?" I
asked almost in a whisper, afraid the answer would be no.

"Yes, Harold.   Pat has probably been your most frequent visitor.   He will be
here around four o'clock.   He comes everyday and sits with you for two hours.  
He reads to you, talks to you and just generally makes sure we give you the best
treatment we can." he said

"A visitor.   He is not a doctor then?" I asked.

"Oh he is a doctor, Harold.   One of the most skilled Orthopedic Surgeons in the
Country.   He was also behind the wheel of the car that ran over you.   Even
though it was not his fault, he has felt guilty.    He performed all the surgery
that repaired your broken bones.   He will be a very happy man today." he said.

A tear formed in my eyes and I could feel it begin to run down my cheek.

"He was important to you in the dream, wasn't he, Harold." Josh asked.

"Yes, Josh.  Very, very important.   But I imagine he won't want much to do with
me now.   Particularly when he finds out I am Gay." I said sadly.

"Interesting that you should say that Harold, because just about all the staff
that has been looking after you is also Gay.   I am Gay and if it will set your
mind at ease, so is Dr Phillips, Pat to you." he said.

"Your kidding?" I stammered.

"No, also just for your info, you are one horny sonofabitch.   You always seem
to have a harden." he said and started laughing.

I think I must have turned a little pink.   But then realized how funny it must
have looked and began to laugh myself.

The laugh did something, because suddenly my eyesight cleared and there was
Josh.   Just as beautiful as he was in my dream,  kissable lips and green eyes.

"I can see again Josh and it really is you.   Even those magnificent green
eyes."  I shouted out happily.

"If everything you say is true, and it looks like it is, then I have a sneaky
suspicion that Dr Charles will look like  Master Charlie.    Master Charlie was
a real bastard.   Doctor Charles voice sounds like Charlie's voice." I said with
a bit of a tremble.

"This Charlie from your dream must really have hurt you, Harold.   Dr Charles
may have hurt you at the very beginning and you associated that with him.   He
had to be very rough with you,  you were not fighting to live and he had to do
some fairly nasty things to get your will to live going.  But be assured, he is
a very gentle, loving man.   He really cares about your welfare." Josh
explained.

"Dr Charles is a wonderful man and one of the finest neurosurgeons in Canada. 
He would never hurt anyone without very, very good cause."  Josh quietly tired
to reassure me.

I was feeling very tired by all these revelations.   My head was spinning.  
Rupert, Sir George, Steven all part of a dream.   Even Pat, the man that I love
beyond reason, just a part of my dream.  I let my eyes close trying to get it
all into perspective.

"I think that will be enough for now, Harold.   That is a lot of info for you to
crunch all at once.   Have a rest and I will be here when you wake up.   We can
talk some more then, ok."  he asked.

"Yes."  I whispered.  "Thank you, Josh, I am very tired."

I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

I came out of my sleep feeling a warm hand holding mine.   I opened my eyes and
there, sitting beside me was the love of my life, Pat.

"Oh, Pat, I just had the worst dream you can imagine.   I dreamed that you and
Charlie and everyone was just a nightmare.  That I had......." I  suddenly
stopped in mid sentence as I surveyed my surroundings.

I was in the hospital room in which I had dreamed about Josh.   Startled I tried
to sit up, but found I didn't have the muscular strength to do so.

"Whoa, whoa there Harold."  Pat's voice broke into my thoughts.

"You were not dreaming, you are in a hospital.   You have been in a coma for
just a little over a year."  he said softly.

I looked deep into his eyes and mine filled with tears.

"I am so confused.   My life seems so turned upside down, I don't know what to
believe."  I cried.

Pat moved closer, he leaned over and kissed me on the forehead.

"It is ok, Harold.   Just relax, it will all straighten itself out in a day or
so.   Josh tells me that you have been living in a nightmare and have associated
people from the hospital into your dream.   It is ok, it happens sometimes.  
You will probably see most of then during the next few days."  he spoke
authoritatively, trying to assure me that everything would be ok.

I listened and watched his eyes as he spoke, this was the same Pat from my
dream.   How could that be, how could I come to know him so well if I were in a
coma?    But the big question in my mind was, did he still love me?

I had to know if he at least cared for me even a little bit.  I guess my dream
had given me a lot of confidence because I asked him point blank.

"Pat, in my dream you and I had a very special relationship.  Well to be
perfectly honest we were in love.   I need to know if you at least care for me a
little."

He looked at me with a serious look for just a moment, then a big smile spread
across his face.

"Harold, I fell in love with the idea of you.    I fantasized many times about
what you would be like when you awoke from the coma.   I talked with Mrs. Jones,
your landlady and a few of your coworkers.   They all spoke highly of you, but
said you were quiet and seldom talked.   That you were more or less a loner."  

He squeezed my hand in what I took to be a sign of affection, so I squeezed
back.

"That made me think that you were probably not a loner at all but a very
submissive young man that needed a strong, aggressive partner.   I decided that
if that turned out to be the case I would like to be the one to help you
overcome your loneliness."  he said slowly and carefully.

"You say you loved the me of your dream, Harold, but I wonder if you will  love
the real me?   I am very self-centered and can be very demanding
on my friends and partners.   Do you think you can handle a relationship like
that?"  he asked.

I looked at him and giggled.

"Pat, you have no idea what my dream was like.   I was a slave, kidnapped by
Master Charlie and it turned out you also were involved.   I was treated
terribly at first while they trained me to obey.   I survived that, Pat, still
loving the Pat of my dream.   I don't think life with you in reality could be
anywhere near as bad as that early part of my dream."  I replied.

"Well, we shall see Harold.  I am willing to give it a try if you are."  he
said.

"Oh I am definitely ready to give it a try Pat, I never want to be separated
from you.   I love you." 

"Well the first thing we must do is get you up on your feet again.   You have
been on your back for a very long time and although we have exercised your
muscles every day, you are still going to have to learn how to walk all over
again."  he said.

Pat sat with me and talked for a couple of hours.   He finally said he had to go
home and get some sleep, he had surgery early in the morning.  

We said good night and Pat leaned over and kissed me, on the lips.   The first
kiss in reality.   His lips were warm and inviting, his tongue hot and the taste
of him even sweeter than I remembered from my dream.   Without even realizing it
was happening my dick stood straight up.

When we finally broke off the kiss, Pat stood up and turned to leave, then
stopped.

"Oh, my Harold you seem to have risen, again."   he said with a smile.

"Again!"  I asked turning pink with embarrassment.

"Yes, most evenings you end up with a hard on before I leave.   However normally
all I ever do is read to you.  Afraid I really do have to get home to bed or I
would help you with that.   But don't worry, I will send Pete in.   You have
always responded well to him."  Pat said.

"Pete!   You mean Pete is here?  Oh great, Pete and I became good friends in the
dream.   Oh what a set of balls that man has."  I said in a sudden childish
outburst.

"Mmmmm really.   I'll have to ask him about his balls."  Pat said, then gave a 
little chuckle as he headed out of the room.

He stopped at the doorway, turned and looked right at me.

"Good night, Harold and welcome back to reality."

"Good night Pat.  It is good to be back, I guess."  I replied doubtfully.

He left the room and a moment later Pete entered.

"Oh shit Pete is it ever good to see you."  I blurted out.

"Good to see you too, Harold, but we have never met before.   Oh, I have been
looking after you but you were always away off in another world somewhere."  he
said with a smile.

"Perhaps, Pete, but believe it or not you were there with me and I am really
glad you are with me now."

Pete blushed at bit at that.

"Are you a doctor too, Pete?"  I asked.

"No, Harold.  I am a Nurse.   I have been spending almost every night with you
since you were brought in.  Doctor Phillips hired me to be your evening nurse." 
he said.

"Doctor Phillips!"   I exclaimed.   "Don't think I know him." 

"Doctor Pat Phillips, he just left Harold.  He has been very concerned about
you."  Pete explained.

"Oh, how stupid of me.   Now I remember Josh told me that Pat's last name was
Phillips and I forgot."

"How are you feeling Harold?"  he asked.

"Ok, I guess.   Still a little overwhelmed by it all." 

"Well before we do anything else I am going to remove all these tubes we have
sticking in you.  You won't be needing them anymore."  he said.

"Tubes!"

"Yeah, we have had to feed you through intravenous.   You won't be needing that
anymore." he said as he removed the sheet from my right leg.

"Doctor Phillips put it into your leg because you kept pulling it out of your
hand.    He didn't want to strap your arms down.   They were the only part of
your body that you ever moved on your own while you were in coma."  he said.

He removed the catheter and placed a bandage over the small wound.

"Ummm, there is something else Harold.  Now don't be embarrassed but we had to
insert a tube into your rectum to remove solid waste, we couldn't have you
shitting your self all the time."  he explained.

I am sure I turned scarlet over that one, at least I felt a whole bunch of blood
go rushing to my head.

"Now I am going to lift your right leg and remove the tube.   It might feel a
little uncomfortable while I am doing it but the discomfort will soon pass. Ok."
he asked.

"Yes, go ahead."  I replied.

I watched as he lifted my right leg then I felt a big dick being pulled out of
my ass.   Oh man did that feel good but now my poor love hole was feeling
abandoned.  I wanted that tube or whatever the hell it was back in.

Pete saw the look on my face.

"Are you ok, it isn't hurting is it?"

"Ahhhhhh...nnnno....ahhh it....ahh is not hurting." I replied in acute
embarrassment.

He had interpreted the look on my face to be a grimace instead of ecstasy and I
wasn't about to explain.

My dick should have given it all away anyway.   It was still hard and it felt
like it was inside a tube trying to burst it's way out.   That tight feeling
just made my excitement even greater.

Pete returned to the bed after disposing of the rectal tubes or whatever the
hell they were called.

"Now I will just remove the glove that let's you pee without getting your
bedding wet." he said lifting the cover again.

I watched as he worked.  Pete didn't bat an eye as he removed the thing from my
throbbing dick.  I don't know why I was feeling so self-conscious considering
all the times Pete and I had been naked together and the things we had done to
each other.

Then I remembered that we had done those things in a different reality than this
one.   In actual fact we had never done anything together.  Damn, it was so
bloody confusing.

"There Harold, that should feel much better now."  Pete said with a smile.

"It doesn't."  I said.

"Pardon!"  Pete asked with surprise.

"It doesn't feel better."  I replied.  "It felt much better before you removed
that stuff.    I really like the feeling of that thing on my cock."

Pete looked at me in sudden embarrassment.    I saw his cheeks turning a pretty
shade of pink.

"Relax Pete.   No need to be embarrassed by me.   In my dream we had some really
fantastic sex."  I said trying to help him relax.

"Did Doctor Phillips tell you that part of my duties were to help you get it
off?"  he asked.

"No, he didn't.   You mean while I was in coma you helped me keep my nuts
empty?"  I asked in surprise.

"Yeah.   One of my duties was to make sure you came whenever you got a hard on.  
Must admit I really enjoyed it." he suddenly laughed as he began to relax.

He came over and sat in the chair beside the bed.

"I am really going to miss looking after you Harold.   This has been one of the
best nursing jobs I have ever had.   I think I may even have fallen in love with
you in a crazy kind of way.  After all it was all one sided."  he explained
sheepishly.

"Well I am going to miss having you around too Pete.   Most of the time after
you had finished teaching me the things I needed to know, you were like a right
hand man to me.  I don't know what I would have done without you."  I said,
trying to sit up but not succeeding.

"Whoa there Harold, don't try that you will only hurt yourself.   The physio
people will be in first thing in the morning and they will have you moving
around in no time.  But until then don't try to move, you really do need their
help."  Pete warned.

"Ok, but I really want to get up and move around.   My body feels like lead."  I
said.

"Well you must remember that you have not tried to move any of your muscles for
over a year.    The only movement they have had is from the physio exercises
that you got everyday.    They came in and worked all of your limbs to keep the
muscles from atrophying but they are still very, very weak and will need to be
built up before you will be able to use them again." 

"Ok, Pete I will be a good boy and lie still, of course I really don't have much
choice, do I?"  I said with a grin.

"Nope, not much choice at all."  he grinned back.

"That was the story of my life in the dream world.   No choice at all." 

As we talked Pete's hand had slipped under the cover and was now gently
massaging my still throbbing dick and around my nuts.

"Oh man that feels good." I moaned.

"Just relax Harold and I will make it feel even better." he said as he lifted
the cover and his head disappeared from view.

I felt his hot lips and tongue begin to work my throbbing cock head.    It was
just as I remembered Pete doing when we made it together back at Kelly Street.

He licked and kissed all around my cockhead and then began to work his way up
and down my shaft.   The fingers of one hand were gently fondling my nuts while
the fingers of the other were rubbing all around my love hole.

"Oh, yessss Pete, that is so good, oh yesss, ohhhhhh  yeah.   Finger my hole
Pete, oh yes, oh yeah, finger it.   Stick those fingers in Pete..... oh
yessssssss.  Oh Pete you are even better in this reality then in the dream
world.   Oh yeah, do me man."   I moaned and spoke as I lay there enjoy what
Pete was doing.

My only regret is that I could not do it back to him.   I just couldn't get my
body to move at all.

Pete kept up his manipulations and I rose higher and higher up that mountain of
ecstasy.   What Pete was doing felt better than anything I had experienced in
the dream.    My whole body was on fire, tingling and shaking.  

I could feel fine beads of sweat break out on my forehead and I continued to
moan my pleasure.

Pete was an expert at what he was doing.   He knew exactly where I was on that
mountain of ecstasy and he kept taking me up one step at a time.  We were about
half way up when I felt my hot, throbbing dick slide into his warm, wet mouth.

Pete worked my dick in and out of his mouth for a while and I luxuriated in the
great feelings this was providing.  He had a couple of fingers moving deep in my
love hole and the feelings were exquisite.

It was soon time to take a few more steps up the mountain and Pete pushed
forward and my cock slide down his eager throat.

"Ahhhhhhhh gawd yesssssssss.   Oh yes fuck your face on my hot rod, Pete.  
Yessss hump it man oh fuck yesss hump it.   Deeper Pete, yessss deeper.... oh
you are one hell of a cock sucker."  I now had no control over what I said.

I was just too far up that mountain to worry or care about anything but the
fantastic feelings that had completely taken over my body.   My nuts were full
and needed emptying.   Pete's mouth and throat were going to be the receptacle
for my hot juices, just that thought brought me even higher up that mountain.

As I have said, Pete was an expert cock sucker.   He sensed that I was close to
the pinnacle and at precisely the right moment he increased the speed of his
face fucking to bring me to the crest of that mountain.

There I was, standing on the top of Mount Everest, every fiber in my body a
tingle with the pleasures Pete was creating through expert use of his lips,
tongue and throat and the manipulation of his fingers.

A great white light surrounded me, I was the king of the earth.   Nothing could
touch me, I was immortal.   Then the white light exploded into the most
spectacular fireworks display that I have ever witnessed and my nuts began to
blow my hot man juices deep into Pete's eager mouth and throat.

Shot after shot of hot cream erupted from the piss slit of my dick.   Each shot
sending fantastic feelings from my balls, as they lifted to make the shot, from
my vans deferens as the shot traveled through, from my prostate as it continued
towards the urethra, from the urethra as it traveled down at great force and
finally from my cock head as the shot exploded into Pete's mouth and/or throat.

Eight forceful shots and a couple of minor ones brought to an end this most
wonderful journey to the top of the mountain and back again.

I lay there panting, lost in the euphoria that follows a great release.   As
great as all my dream sex had been, nothing I had experienced in that dream
state even came close to matching this one blow job.

Pete continued to lick around my quickly deflating dick and manipulating my love
hole.    It felt good and soothing as I tried to get my breathing back to
normal.

Finally Pete pulled his head out from under the cover.

"Well, Harold how was that?"  he asked with a grin.

"That was without a doubt the best sex I have ever experienced Pete.   Thank
you." I said, but it seemed inadequate somehow.

Pete just grinned.

"Oh how I wish I could move Pete, I would love to reciprocate."  I said sadly.

"It is ok, Harold.   There will be plenty of time for that.   You will be able
to move around pretty good tomorrow night so perhaps we can have a little fun
together.   How does that sound?"  Pete asked.

"That sounds great and I can't wait." I replied with a big smile.

"Well it is getting late and I think it is time that you went to sleep.   You
are going to have a very busy day tomorrow."  Pete said with authority.

"Ok, Pete, I know when I have to obey the boss."  I replied with a laugh.

"Good.   I can't stand disobedient patients."  He laughed back.

"Now do you have to pee?"  he asked.

"No, not right now."  I replied.

"Ok.  If you have to go or you need anything during the night just push this
button." he said as he clipped a push button on a long cord to my pillow.

I won't be here when you wake up in the morning, Larry takes over from me at
five thirty in the morning, but I will see you again tomorrow evening after Pat
leaves."   he said as he fussed with my covers.

"Good night, Harold." he said and bent over and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I can not tell you how happy I am that you have recovered.   Welcome back."

"Good night Pete.  Thanks, it is good to be back."  I replied.

Pete picked up some equipment that he had placed on one of the tables and went
to the door.   He turned, gave me a smile then turned back to the door, flicked
out the light and left the room.

I lay there in the semi darkness, reflected light from the city entering through
the windows gave the room an eerie, golden glow.  Now what, I wondered.   Where
do I go from here?

I lay there for the longest time trying to sort all that had happened out so
that it made sense.   Kelly Street was still very, very real and I was having a
great deal of trouble believing that it had all been a dream.   Eventually I
fell into a dreamless sleep.

Physio turned out to be a journey into hell.    I had been on that bed so long I
could not walk at all, I had forgotten how.   How could a grown man forget how
to walk?   I asked that question of a dozen people over the course of the next
couple of days and none could give me a satisfactory answer.

Physio involved long hours of pain and repetition, but by the third day I was
able to walk alone without falling.   Every muscle in my body protested from the
constant exercise the horror they called a physiotherapist put me through.   I
had taken to calling her the, Bitch From Hell, of course I made sure she was
nowhere around when I said it.

She stood about 6' 2", weighed around 220 and was all muscle.   I will swear she
is a weight lifter.   There was one thing for sure, you didn't argue with
Ingrid.   One swat from one of those massive arms and you would be in a coma for
a lot longer than a year, that was for sure.

The first two nights when he arrived the first thing I did was beg Pat to get me
a different therapist.   But he just laughed and insisted that Ingrid was the
best in the business.

She may have been the best in the business but I was more worried about whether
I was going to survive her business.

By the forth day I was moving around pretty good on my own, although it was
still far from perfect.    My system was still pretty weak.   Pat explained that
if the human body just lays around without moving it starts to deteriorate
pretty quickly.

The staff and therapists had done their best to keep my body in as good a shape
as they could.   Pat said they had done a great job, the proof was in the fact
that I was able to walk on my own after only three days of therapy.  But I beg
to differ, the only reason I was able to walk  was because I wanted to get away
from the Bitch From Hell.  You will be surprised what you can accomplish when
you have just the right incentive.

Pete had been true to his word.   The next night after Pat left he returned.  
The Bitch from Hell had indeed worked on me until I was able to sit up on my own
and move my arms and legs pretty good.    I hurt like hell but I could do those
things.

Pete and I talked for over an hour.  He told me all about himself, why he
decided nursing was what he wanted to do and how he had met and teamed up with
Pat.   He now worked exclusively for Pat, serving as a private nurse to Pat's
special patients, patients like me.

As he talked his hand slipped under the covers and he played with my dick and
balls.   I lay there listening to him talk and enjoying the feeling of his
fingers playing with me.

When he realized he had me really turned on he pulled his hand out from under
the covers.

"I think there are better ways to do this, Harold.   Just a moment while I lock
the door."  he said, getting up and going to the door.

I heard a click and he turned back towards me.

"Turn on the bedside lamp, Harold and we can get rid of these harsh overheads."

I did as he asked and he switched off the overhead lights and came back to the
bed.   As he approached he began to strip.  Pete has a magnificent body, but
then I already told you about that dear reader.   He is all muscle obviously
Pete worked just as hard in the gym in this reality as he did in my dream world.

By the time he got to the bed he was naked.   He pulled the cover off of me then
climbed up onto the bed beside me.

"I promised we could play tonight, Harold and I always keep my promises." he
said as he bent down and our lips met.

My ability to move was still pretty restricted, but I found out you don't really
need to move around a lot to enjoy sucking.

We sucked, we kissed and we hugged.  I was not able to move around much with out
pain, so Pete climbed up and sat down on my dick.   I much preferred being
sucked, but Pete wanted to feel me inside so I didn't argue the point.  I told
him I would love to feel him inside of me, but he refused.   Said it might hurt
me too much, that we would have to wait at least a few days more.   We started
at around eight in the evening and didn't come to our senses until after one in
the morning.

I was totally exhausted, but oh man did I feel good.   I closed my eyes and fell
into a dreamless sleep.   When Larry awoke me the next morning I felt fantastic,
better than I had in a long, long time.

Perhaps I had better tell you about Larry.  When I awoke on the morning of the
second day, Larry was sitting in the chair beside my bed.    Outwardly it was
the same Larry from my dream, but there the similarities ended.

With the dream Larry there always seemed to be a tension surrounding him.   He
never seemed to be comfortable and I always felt a little fear when he was
around.   He gave me the impression of being a volatile personality.

In this reality, Larry had none of that tension.   He was very friendly, just
like Pete, in fact it was kind of hard to tell them apart, thank goodness they
looked nothing alike.

As soon as he saw I was awake he introduced himself and welcomed me back to the
world of the living.   He then got a large pan of warm water to give me a sponge
bath.   In the process he ended up getting me, what else, but  hard.

Before I even knew it was going to happen his lips were wrapped around my dick
and he was giving me a blow job.   Now I never argue with anyone that wants to
make me feel good so naturally I lay nice and quiet and enjoyed it.

After bringing me off he continued to bath me as though nothing had happened.  
I got the feeling that this was kind of routine.   If that were the case, no
wonder I was getting it off so much in the fucking dream.   These guys were
bringing me off every time they came in the room.

After my sponge bath Larry brought me what he laughingly called breakfast.   It
consisted of a small bowl of a watery, brown liquid that he called beef
bouillon.  In my humble opinion the closest a cow ever got to that liquid was
the milk in the refrigerator in the kitchen.  It tasted more like weak, salt
water.

Along with this beef bouillon, was one half of a thin rock hard thing that he
called toast.   Luckily, the rock hard thing called toast at least had some
taste.  I believe they call the taste  antique cardboard.   If you break the
toast into a couple of pieces and put it into the bowl of brown salt water the
two horrors cancel themselves and you are able to swallow the concoction.

I begged him for some real food, but he said I couldn't have anything but what
Josh authorized.    Too much solid food would make me very sick.    It seems my
stomach had shrunk while I was in coma.

"Why didn't you guys feed me to keep it from shrinking?"  I complained.

"We did feed you, Harold."  Larry replied.

"But not by mouth, hell you would have choked to death if we had tried to do
that.   You were fed via an intravenous tube.   You have been living on a
perfectly balanced diet ever since you arrived here."  he grinned.

After my huge breakfast and I must admit it did fill me right up, I had to pee. 
Larry brought me a stainless steel piss jug and held it and my cock while I
emptied my bladder.  

Do you have any idea how difficult it is to piss when someone else is holding
your dick?

Well let me tell you, lifting the Rock of Gibraltar with one arm would be
easier.

It was shortly after I emptied my bladder that the Bitch From Hell arrived.

Doctor Charles continued to visit me, he would check my eyes with his flash
light and kept murmuring:

"Good, good."

He didn't talk much other than to ask me questions about how I was feeling and
if I had any memory of the accident that put me in the coma.

I didn't, I still remember plain as day walking through the Dufferin Gates, on
up to Queen Street and along to where I discovered Kelly Street.  That is what
made it so difficult to believe that I had been in an accident at the Dufferin
Gates.

He told me not to worry about it.   I might remember it in time or I might not. 
It really was not all that important.

Well if it is not all that important, why does he keep asking me if I remember
it, I wondered.   Surely if it wasn't important he would have just let it drop
after the first time I told him no.

On the third day, just after lunch, Sir George showed up.    He walked into the
room as if he owned it.   Turns out that George was one of the Hospital
Administrator's.   He was a haughty, snobbish sonofabitch, just as he had been
when I first met him in my dream.

"Now that you have decided to rejoin the world, I suppose we can finally have
this bed back for really sick patients." he said rudely.

"Yeah, Tweebles," I replied just as rudely,  "and perhaps you can shove this bed
up your tight, fucking ass, too."

That just about floored the man.   He stopped, totally stunned by my response.  
The red crept up to his face and he quickly left the room.

A few moments later Larry came hurrying into the room, a big smile on his face.

"What the fuck did you say to his fucking royal highness, Sir George?"  he
asked.

I repeated my words verbatim and Larry's eyes lit right up.

"Oh man, finally someone stood up to that rotten bastard.   He thinks his shit
don't stink and that we should all bow to him.  We have given him the nick name,
Sir George because of his attitude."   Larry explained.

"Well now I know why the Sir George of my dream was such an asshole."  I
laughed.

"But you would really have liked what we did to him in the dream, Larry."  I
said.

"Oh and what was that?"  he asked in sudden interest.

I then told him the story of Sir George and how he became my slave.   When I was
finished he said:

"Oh how I would love to see something like happen to him in this life."

"Don't worry about it Larry, just remember, you reap what you sew.  He will get
his in the end."  I replied.

"Now that would be justice."  he said.

Each day I was beginning to feel better and coming to realize that indeed, Kelly
Street had been a dream.   Josh had referred to it as a Nightmare, but I wasn't
ready to go that far.   Nightmares usually mean something bad.

My time on Kelly Street was not all bad, I had come to terms with myself and had
had a lot of fun in the process.   I was actually going to miss Kelly Street, so
I couldn't say it was a Nightmare.  No indeed, it was more like, A Daymare.  A
Daymare on Kelly Street.    Yeah, I liked that, A Daymare.

Then Pat came with some really interesting news.   I had told him about Kelly
Street and he decided to go and see it for himself.   But low and behold there
was no such street, at least not where I had said it would be.

What he did find, at the exact place where I described Kelly Street as being he
found a shop that sold junk.   In the dirty, store front window was an old sign
that said, "Find your new life, on Kelly Street.".

"Any idea what it was referring to, Pat?" I asked.

"Not a clue.   I went in and asked the owner but he didn't know what the hell I
was talking about.   He came out front with me and took one look at that sign
and stated incredulously:

"Now where the hell did that come from!"

"I looked at him as though he were daft and left.   I think the silly old
bastard was trying to be a smart ass."  Pat said.

I never did discover what motivated me to dream up Kelly Street or to even give
it that name.   I don't remember ever having seen that sign in the store window,
but one never knows what might or might not register on ones subconscious.

On the fourth day, Pat took me out of the hospital for a walk.  It was a Sat, he
came over to the hospital in the afternoon.   He brought me a new pair of faded
jeans, a light blue polo shirt, a pair of white cotton socks and a pair of white
sneakers.

Without even thinking I was about to slip on the jeans minus underwear.   Wait a
minute, Harold." Pat said, it was almost an order.

He reached into his pocked and pulled out something black and threw it too me.

"Put this on first."

I caught the object and it only took a second to realize that it was a black,
leather thong.   Without a second thought I quickly put it on.

For just a second I had a flash back to  Kelly Street.

We went for a walk through the beautiful landscaped grounds of the Sunnybrooke
Medical Centre.   As well as the man made landscape, there was still quite a bit
of natural woods, this in the heart of the City of Toronto.

It was great to feel the warm sun on my skin and to have the man I loved at my
side as we strolled.   We didn't talk about anything deep, just small talk
mainly about our likes and dislikes, actually I did most of the talking.   Pat
kept asking me questions and of course I was only too happy to answer.

"So your life in the dream was in a world of Master's and slaves.   What did you
think of the slaves life, Harold?"  he asked.

"At first I hated it.   Master Charlie was a mean sonofabitch, so were Pete and
Larry." I said, pausing to remember all the things that had happened.

"They beat me with a whip and I hated them for it.  I tried to cooperate but for
no reason they beat my dick and balls.  I decided that they would either have to
kill me or let me go, I could not live a life where I was being beaten all the
time.   I refused to speak or even acknowledge their presence.  That pissed
Charlie off and he had Larry break one of my fingers."   all of this came
pouring out like a river over the top of a gorge.

"He kept me locked in a cell with no food or water for four or five days, I
don't remember exactly.   The light was left on and no one came near.   It was
hell."  I explained.

"When they came back and I still turned my back on him, he turned me into a
dogslave.   He made some threats I just couldn't ignore.   I had to obey because
I realized that Charlie could do things to me that were a hell of a lot worse
than dying."

We continued to walk and I continued to fill him in on the events of my slavery. 
I told him about the shipping mistake that landed me in the special hospital
that I thought was a parts farm.   Then about Charlie making me his Ambassador
and sending me around the world on his special aircraft.

And ended up telling him about the accident that had brought me out of the coma.

"That really was some dream, Harold.  Which did you like better, being a slave
or being a Master?"  he asked.

"I am not sure, Pat.  Being a Master certainly has it's advantages, but being a
slave is a much more exciting life.   I suppose I enjoyed the slavery part the
best, particularly once the training was over."  I replied.

"Interesting."   was his response.

We then changed the subject and talked about sports and recent news events as we
made our way back to the hospital.

When we got back to my room I thanked him for taking me out.   It had felt so
good to be out in the sunshine and to be walking around.    I was tired though
and had to lay down for a nap before dinner.

I slept for two hours.   The sound of the room door opening awoke me.   The room
was still bright, the sun shining against the wall opposite the foot of my bed.

Larry came over to the bed carrying a package.

"I came to wake you up, Harold.  Time to get up and get ready to go out."  he
said with a smile.

"To go out?   Where?"  I asked.

"Pat is taking you out to dinner.   He thinks it is time you had a change of
scenery."  Larry explained.

"Oh that sounds great.   Do you know where he will be taking me?"  I asked
excitedly.

"Nope, but he wants you to get dressed up.  Your out fit is in this box.   I'll
help you get dressed if you like."  he offered.

"Thanks Larry, let's see the outfit."  I said lifting the lid from the large
box.

I was a little taken aback at first, it was a leather outfit much like the ones
I had worn in my dream world.

"It looks like Pat is into the leather scene, Larry." I said with a smile.

"Yeah, he has some really wonderful outfits.   He used to visit you with them on
all the time.   I remember he would sit for hours telling you all about the
leather scene.   While he talked you would get a raging hard on.   That is why
we were fairly certain you could hear what was happening in the room."  he
explained.

It didn't take long for me to get dressed with Larry's help.   We started with
the black leather thong which I was already wearing.   Next a pair of very fine,
kid leather socks.   The leather pants were skin tight and it took a little work
on both our parts to get them on my body.

They had a kind of pouch built right into the crotch.   With a pouch like that I
wondered why we had bothered with the thong, but said nothing.   Next came a
very finely made black leather harness that attached to a stainless steel ring
at the centre of my chest with stainless steel chains.   It really was a
wonderful piece of craftsmanship.

To top it off he handed me a leather vest that had black bone buttons.   It also
had some wonderful designs sewn into the leather in black thread.   You had to
look close to see the designs.

Larry had me sit in a chair while he pulled on the black leather boots which
climbed half way to my knees.   Instead of fastening with laces they fastened
with stainless steel clips.

There were two more items, a black leather, peaked cap and a pair of sunglasses. 
After placing the cap on my head and getting the tilt just right, Larry handed
me the glasses.

"Wow, Harold you are one hot dude."  he exclaimed.

That made me blush a little.

"There is a full length mirror in the bathroom, go have a look."  he suggested.

I walked into the bathroom and stood before the full length mirror.   The image
I saw reflected back reminded me of the leather outfit in London that had made
me look like a walking hard on maker.   Well this outfit put that one to shame.

Oh fuck did I look hot.   Every faggot that got a look at me tonight was going
to have a hard on in about ten seconds.   Shit my own dick was pushing against
the thong.  

"Oh man were you right."  I said to Larry as I returned to the room.

He just looked at me and laughed. 

"You will be leaving hardons all over the fucking city with that outfit.  But
then, Pat has always surrounded himself with only the most gorgeous men."  he
said.

"I remember the time Pat took me to the Straight Jacket, a leather club
downtown.   He had given me an outfit much like the one you are wearing and
heads turned everywhere we went.   You are one lucky dude to get to go out with
Pat, Harold.   You are going to have one hell of a good time."

Just at that moment Pat entered the room.

"Ah Harold you look absolutely fantastic."  Pat greeted as he entered.

"Thanks Pat."  I said.

"What do you think, Larry.  Is Harold hot or what?"   Pat asked smiling.

"Oh he sure is hot Pat.   He's going to have all the beautiful people falling
all over him.   Are you taking him to the Straight Jacket?"  Larry asked.

"Yeah, got a reservation front row centre.   They are having a leather fashion
show tonight.   I have a whole table set aside, if you want to tag along go get
into your leather suit.   We can wait for you."  Pat offered.

"Are you sure I won't be horning in?"  Larry asked with excitement in his voice.

I knew he really wanted to go.

"Not at all.  In fact Pete will be meeting us there with his latest pretty boy.  
Don't know what he sees in them, but if he's happy that is all that is important
I guess."  Pat replied.

"Ok Pat it will only take me a few moments to change." Larry said hurrying from
the room.

"It is really nice of you to invite Pete and Larry, Pat.    You are just as
generous in this reality as you were in my dream world."   I said walking up and
giving him a kiss.

He kissed me back taking me in his strong arms and pulling me close.   Our
tongues intertwined in an urgent search.   I loved the taste of him as much as I
had in my dream.   I prayed that we would be together forever.   I wanted
desperately to look after him, to be there for him.

Larry was true to his word it only took him about ten minutes to change.   I
wished he had taken longer, Pat pulled away as soon as Larry opened the door. 
For just a fraction of a second I hated Larry.

As we walked down the hall towards the elevator all eyes turned our way.   Larry
and I were dressed much the same, Pat on the other hand was dressed in a leather
outfit that was a little less flashy, more refined as befit a man of his
position.

Don't get me wrong, he still looked hot, but he also looked like a man of power,
the man in charge............a Master.

I glanced at him again, yes........definitely,  Pat looked like a Master.   I
would be willing to bet that to the local Leathermen Larry and I would look like
slaves.   Could it be possible that Pat was a Master in this reality too?

Was I going from one Master/slave reality to another?

Could that really be?

Was such a thing possible in this day and age?

These thoughts were going through my mind as we made our way out of the
hospital.   To my utter surprise a large black limo was waiting at the curb.  
The moment we exited the hospital the driver jumped out and ran around to open
the rear door.   He was dressed much the same as Larry and I.

The straight Jacket turned out to be a Leather bar, well to be honest it was a
lot more than your average run of the mill Leather bar.   It was obvious from
the moment we walked in the door that riff raff did not use this establishment.  
The whole place spoke money and lots of it.

The decor was astounding, it was much like a palace inside, with thick carpets,
crystal chandeliers and only the finest furniture.   A gorgeous hunk of man
dressed in a full black leather outfit met us and bowed to Pat.

"This way Doctor Phillips, your table is ready, Sir."   he said politely.

"Thank you Stanley."  Pat replied.

We followed the man into a very luxurious looking bar, all the furniture seemed
to be upholstered in black leather.  He led us to a large round table which sat
back about four feet from the centre of the stage.

Pat and I were seated so we had a perfect view of the stage.  I was on Pat's
right and Larry sat on his left.   We gave our drink orders then just talked
quietly. 

Pete and his date arrived just as the waiter was setting our drinks before us. 
Pete's date was exactly what Pat had called him, a pretty boy.

He had long blonde hair and was dressed in red and hot pink leather.  The pants
were hot pink with a red leather stripe up the outside of each pant leg and
strips of red leather that accented areas around the crotch and the waist band.

His harness was pure white leather and the vest was hot pink.   I didn't see his
boots when he arrived at the table but later in the evening I noted that the
boots were also hot pink and had white leather fringes up each side.   It was an
outfit that I wouldn't be caught dead in.

The light in the bar was dim so I also didn't notice at first that Ben, that was
his name, wore hot pink lipstick.  

At one point during the evening  he moved his head to throw his hair back over
his shoulder and in the process his right ear was bared.   The ear was pierced
and he wore a simple, but thick gold earring through the lobe.

When he spoke he had a very high lilt to it.   I wasn't sure if he was forcing
it or it was natural, I only knew I would not be able to stand having someone
that spoke like that around for very long.  It would drive me insane.

Thankfully Ben sat next to Larry with Pete on his left.   He was far enough away
that I really wouldn't be able to hear all that much that he said unless he
raised his voice.

The waiter delivered Pete and Ben's drink orders and then took our orders for
dinner.   Pat suggested I try the Porterhouse with fresh sauteed mushrooms,
fresh garden vegetables and oven roast potatoes, which I did.

The food turned out to be excellent, the meat just melted in my mouth.   It had
been a very long time since I had had a meal that even remotely came close to
this and I enjoyed every mouthful.

The fashion show started while we were cramming cherry cheesecake down our
throats.   I say cramming because it was so damned good I just kept shoveling it
in.

The first outfit was a rather odd affair.   The model was gorgeous and the
outfit skimpy.  It consisted of a royal purple leather thong barely big enough
to hold the mans obviously huge package.   His crotch had been shaved and we
could see the excess skin from his nuts pushing out the edges of the thong.

He also wore a purple leather choker with what looked like pearls attached at
regular intervals all round.   That was the entire outfit and was touted as
being the in thing in swim wear for the well endowed man this year.   Price
$599.00.

I looked at Pat, leaned over and whispered.

"They have got to be kidding, who in their right mind would pay $599.00 for
that?"

"Take a look around the room, Harold.   Most of those here make over two hundred
thousand a year,  they can afford it.    It is the symbolism they are buying
Harold, not a swim suit.  For these guys, who made the thing is more important
than anything else."  Pat whispered back.

I just shook my head in consternation.

The next outfit had a little more to it.  It was a latex body suit with a pocket
for the cock and balls that resembled a cock and balls in full erection.   It
was not something you could wear out in public.  Price $8700.00.

The rest of the show was like that, all kinds of weird outfits with price tags
that were out of this world.   It wasn't until almost the end of the show that
they presented outfits that I would be comfortable in.   Outfits much like what
I was already wearing.

My favorite was an all black leather suit cut in a rather conservative style.  
The leather had a flat finish so it did not shine like most black leather is
wont to do.   I thought it was an excellent bit of workmanship and would not
hesitate to wear it.  The only problem was the price tag, $30,000.00.   Much too
rich for my blood.

After the show Pat asked me if I had seen anything I liked.   I told him that I
had liked that black suit, but thought the price was crazy.  He just smiled.

Little did I know that he would buy that suit for me and two weeks later we
would be back at this bar and I would be wearing it.  The only alteration, a
black leather collar.

After the show we had another drink and then Pat suggested we go to one of the
Gay Clubs that rocked.   Everyone agreed that would be a great idea so off we
went.

We arrived back at the hospital at one in the morning.    I was feeling great,
we had gone to a club where we could dance.    For the very first time in my
life I got to dance with another man or should I say men.

I danced with Pat, with Larry, with Pete and with a half dozen or more guys I
had never met.   I had the time of my life, oh yes this reality was much more
fun than Kelly Street had been.   Pat was more than I could ever have hoped for.  
It was a very, very happy man Pat returned to that hospital.

Pat came right up to my room with me.   As he closed the door I heard a click
and knew he had locked it.   My heart started beating rapidly, the most I had
hoped for was a good night kiss, it looked like I was going to get more.

"Turn on the bedside lamp, Harold." Pat said and I complied gladly.

He switched off the overheads and began to strip right away as he walked towards
the bed.   That I took as my cue to start stripping as well.   But I couldn't
get the fucking pants off, they were just too damned tight.

"Lay back on the bed, put your hands over your head and grab the bed posts." 
Pat suggested.

I did so and he grabbed the cuff of each leg and pulled.   He had to put a lot
of force into it to get the damned things to start sliding down.   Even so it
was rather uncomfortable, the damned things didn't want to let go.

They finally came off and he dropped them on the floor.  Then he grabbed the toe
end of each sock and pulled.   The socks slipped off and went flying over his
head.   I gave a giggle and he climbed up onto the bed.

He moved right up and our lips locked together, our tongues probing, searching. 
We were both naked and our hot bodies rubbing together was the most wonderful
feeling I had ever felt.  Because all that went before had been a dream, this
was the first time I had ever been totally naked in bed with another man.

I quickly realized that reality was so much better than my dream had been. 
There was more to the naked body of another man than the warmth, which is all I
ever felt in my dream world.   In reality I could feel the blood coursing
through Pat's body as he held me close.

I could feel various muscles tighten and loosen as we moved together.   I could
feel his sweat as we warmed up and began to slide together.   I could feel his
fingertips as they moved around various parts of my body.   I could feel all
kinds of wonderful little sensations as his tongue probed my mouth and mine his.

One of his free hands found my throbbing dick and began to massage it gently.  
I in turn found his and did the same.    It felt so good to finally have a real
man in my bed.   A man who cared for me, a man whom I think loved me as I loved
him.   The only thing I had ever wanted was now at hand.

After a while Pat pulled his lips from mine and began to kiss first my cheeks,
then worked his way to my right ear.   His tongue darting out and flicking
across hot nerve ends, sending unbelievable sensations through my entire body.

From my right ear Pat made his way to my left still kissing gently and flicking
out that hot, wonderful tongue.   I felt his tongue trying to probe my ear and
it felt fantastic.    Then he sucked in my ear lobe and chewed gently on it with
his teeth.  Without warning he suddenly gave the lobe a little nip, not enough
to hurt but a nip just the same.   It sent a tremendously erotic feeling through
me.

From my ear he made his way to my neck, now licking gently with his tongue and
kissing sweetly.   I had never felt so loved, tears of joy were slowly escaping
from the corners of my eyes.

In my dream world I shaved my entire body every morning.   In reality there was
no need.   I only had body hair in my pits and crotch and even then there wasn't
very much and it was soft and silky.

Pat kissed and licked his way across, around, up and down my right pec.   Coming
close to my now ridged nipple and then moving away.   I almost screamed out,
"Suck it, suck it."   But remained quiet and let Pat do what he wanted.

He teased that nipple for quite a while before he finally nipped it gently.   It
sent another marvelous thrill through me.   Then his hot tongue was flicking
across it sending sparks shooting all over my chest.  He finished off that
nipple by sucking it in and working it with suction and his tongue.

My cock was throbbing madly and leaking tons of precum.   Pat's hand that was
massaging it was slippery with the stuff.   He had set up a slow up and down
rhythm on my dick and he maintained that the whole time he was making love to me
with his lips and tongue.

From my right pec and nipple he moved to the left, giving it the same treatment.  
I was up on top of that mountain again, but Pat was not yet prepared to push me
off over the edge.

From my pecs he moved to my abdominals.   I was not really as well developed as
weight lifter might be, but I still had a six pack that I could be proud of.  
Pat worked his way around that six pack exciting every nerve along the way.

When he got to my button, an inny, he worked his way around it gently flicking
that tongue against the sensitive skin.  I was moaning out loud by this point
and even vocalizing.

Then his tongue plunged into my button hole.   After the teasing he had done
around the outside, the sudden feeling of a hot tongue penetrating that little
dark spot, was out of this world.

"Ohhhhh yesssss Pat that is wonderful."  I cried out.

He wiggled his tongue around inside my button hole driving me insane with
pleasure.    I almost cried, NO, when he pulled his tongue out and continued his
journey downward.

He worked his tongue back and forth across my pubic area as he dropped closer
and closer to my dick and balls.  Before I realized it his lips were kissing up
the side of my throbbing dick.  

My dick may have been hot from all the blood gorged into it, but Pat's lips were
hotter.   They felt like blow torches as they made their way up the side of my
dick, getting closer and closer to my big, purple cock head.

Long ropes of silver slime continued to dribble out of my piss slit and I felt a
few of those ropes land on my nuts.  Hot at first but quickly chilling in the
air of the room.

Then that wonderful moment when Pat's lips wrapped around my cock head for the
first time.   I was in seventh heaven, nothing in my dream world compared to
this.  Pat the man I loved with all my heart and all my soul was sucking on my
knob.   There was only one thing could make me happier than I was at this moment
and that was the moment when I would do the same to his knob.

Pat was working the head of my cock like it was the most important cock head in
the world.   He knew exactly where and when to touch or flick across a
particular portion of the head to send a thrill through me.   The edge of that
mountain top was getting closer and closer and I knew I was going to topple over
any moment.

However Pat had complete control.   He wasn't about to just let me shoot.   He
wanted to make it last as long as possible and he knew exactly how to do that.  

After what seemed an eternity he suddenly forced his head down on my shaft
sending my cock all the way down his throat in one fall swoop.   He held it
there for a few moments then pulled back.

He began to fuck his face on my dick, just short little jabs at first, then
every once in a while he would force my cock all the way down his throat.  I was
amazed by the fact that his nose seemed to tickle my pubs every time it brushed
against them.

In my dream every time someone sucked my dick they kept it down deep in their
throat the whole time.   Pat didn't do that, he would make short jabs at the
head for a while and then a sudden deep plunge.   He kept this up and I got
closer and closer to that edge.

Pat finally decided that it was time to make me cum.   His right hand wrapped
around the root of my dick and began to masturbate me in time to his mouth
working my cock head.   The combination of hand and mouth soon pushed me over
and I began to shoot my hot load into Pat's eager mouth.

All the while I was shooting my load Pat kept up a fast masturbation of my cock
with his mouth and hand.    The unloading of my nuts into Pat's mouth for the
very first time felt so wonderful

I was crying out in ecstasy and my hands were on his shoulders rubbing hard.  
My nuts finally emptied and Pat climbed up beside me.   He brought his mouth to
mine and we began to kiss.   The moment our mouths opened my cum which he had
been holding filled my mouth as he pushed it over.

We pushed that cum back and forth between our mouths for a while.   Then Pat did
something that never happened in the dream world.   He pushed all of my cum into
my mouth then pulled away.

"Swallow it, Harold.   Swallow it for me." he ordered quietly.

I found my cum to be a bit more acrid then it had in my dream world.   I really
didn't much like the taste, but Pat had asked me to swallow it and that is
exactly what I did.

He then came foreword and gave me another kiss.

"Yes Harold, I think you and I will get along really well.    Are you sure you
want to come and live with me?"  he asked.

"Yes Pat, more than anything else in the world I want to go and live with you.  
I will make you very happy, I promise."  I whispered, tears of joy flowing down
my cheeks.

"Ok, tomorrow we will check you out of the hospital and you can come home."  he
whispered back.

Pat still had a hard on and he wanted to screw me.    I loved the feeling of a
big cock up my love canal, or at least I had in the dream world.   In reality I
had never had a cock or anything else for that matter pushed up my chute.

"I have never done it in reality, Pat.   Only in the dream.  But I do want to
feel you inside of me."  I whispered.

"Ok Harold I will be gentle."  he said as he got up off the bed and went to a
small cabinet on the wall. 

From the cabinet he pulled a tube and came back to the bed.

"Lubrication, Harold.   I will have to loosen you up first."

He wanted me to stay on my back, he said he preferred to look into the eyes of
his partners when making love to them.   I didn't mind I was only interested in
feeling him inside me, so I lifted my legs and spread them wide.

Pat began slowly as I remembered it from my dream.  First one finger pushed in
gently and worked around and around  until it felt comfortable.   Then a second
finger, again worked around and around, loosening the sphincter muscle and
stretching it so something bigger could now be inserted, a third finger.

After the discomfort from the insertion of that first finger there was no more
discomfort.   Those fingers were now exciting the nerve endings, sending great
feelings through my body again.

Pat wanted to make sure my sphincter was well stretch so he spent considerable
time working it with those fingers.   I didn't mind one little bit, it was all
pleasure to me.

Once he was satisfied my sphincter could take his tool he worked his way up
between my legs.

"Are you sure you are ready for this, Harold?"  he asked.

"I have been ready for it a long time, Pat.  I just never found anyone that was
interested in doing it to me."  I replied.

He smiled and moved in until I felt the head of his dick against my hole.   It
felt just as I remembered it from the dream.   I was not afraid or up tight, I
had done this so often in the dream that it was not possible for me to fear it
now.

Pat pushed his cock head up tight to my rose bud and then pushed with a little
force.   Suddenly my sphincter opened and his cock head slipped in.   For the
first time I experienced a bit of pain.   Pat's dick was much bigger than the
three fingers that had been trying to loosen the sphincter.

Pat knew it would hurt a bit and he kept real still allowing the sphincter to
adjust to the intrusion of his big pole.   I was under the impression that Pat
would wait a few moments and then push in a little deeper, I was only partially
right.

He was waiting ok, but he was waiting for something and when it came I felt it.  
My sphincter suddenly relaxed and the pain and discomfort stopped with it.   At
that moment Pat pushed in a little deeper.   Again I felt a little pain and
discomfort, Pat's shaft was actually bigger than his cock head.   Most shafts
are, they just don't look it.

This time the sphincter relaxed much sooner than the first time.   As soon as it
did he pushed in a little deeper.  It didn't take very long before he was buried
to his nuts in that dark tunnel that started at my rose bud and went deep into
my guts.

The feeling of his shaft filling my bowel was unbelievable to me.   It felt
better in reality than it had in the dream.   Pat and I were now one, joined by
a big dick and a dark, hot hole.   He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the
lips.

"How does it feel, Harold?  he asked in almost a whisper.

"Oh so good Pat, better than I ever imagined."  I replied in rapture.

He smiled then gently began to pull out.   He pulled until his cock head was
almost out then pushed back in.

"Oh gawd!"  I cried out in sudden ecstasy.

Pat had hit my prostate,  now I knew beyond any shadow of a doubt, Kelly Street
had been a dream, a Daymare.   The thrills that went through me when Pats cock
brushed against my prostate were a hundred thousand times better that any I had
encountered in the dream.

As Pat set up a gentle all the way in all the way out rhythm he hit my prostate
with each inward plunge and each time it was better than the time before.  I was
now finding it almost impossible to hold back screaming out the pleasure I was
feeling.  I knew right there and then that I would always be a bottom.   I would
never, could never, get enough of this.

Pat kept the slow fuck going for a while giving me a great deal of pleasure.  
Then he changed the stroke into a series of fast short jabs followed by a couple
of deep plunges.   Again I was in heaven the feelings were so good and so erotic
that my dick was at full erection again.

Pat paid no attention to my dick, his full concentration was on enjoying the
feelings he was getting from fucking my bottom and I also think from watching
the ecstasy on my face each time he hit my prostate.

I have no way of knowing for sure how long he fucked me, but I believe it was
for over an hour.   An hour of the most wonderful, intense feelings I had ever
experienced and as I have said many times before, all good things must come to
and end.

Pat suddenly began to pound me hard and fast.   I knew right away that he was at
the top of his mountain and was ready to drop over the edge.   At the same time
his sudden frantic plunging brought me to the top of the mountain as well and I
actually went over before he did but only a fraction of a second before him.

I didn't need to touch my dick, just the stimulation of my prostate was all that
was needed to send long white ropes of my sperm shooting up almost as high as
his chest and dropping back down onto my abs.  As I had just finished emptying
my nuts an hour ago, they hadn't had much time to build up a good load of spunk. 

I only managed four good shots and a couple of lesser ones before the
contractions ceased.   Still and all it felt great, particularly since I could
feel Pats hot juices filling my bowels.   I now had a part of him inside that I
could hold onto all night long.   I swore I would not have a shit before
morning, no matter what.   Childish I know, but this was my first time and I was
in love, remember.

Pat climbed back up beside me once his nuts were sated.  He gave me a kiss and
then we lay quietly together, letting our systems return to normal.   The
euphoria of good sex, making us feel great.

I had almost fallen asleep when Pat finally moved.  He turned onto his right
side and lifted his head up onto his hand and looked down at me.

"I am going to have to get going, Harold.   I don't have to work tomorrow but I
want to get over here early so I can start the paper work for your release."  he
whispered in my ear, his lips just barely brushing against them.

The feel of his lips touching my ear sent more thrills through me.

"Wish you could stay." I whispered back.

"So do I but that is not possible.   Tomorrow we will be able to sleep in each
others arms all night long.   How does that sound?"  he asked lewdly.

"Mmmmm sounds delicious."  I murmured.

"Well then we have a date." he smiled and leaned forward and gave me a kiss.

He then got up and slid off the bed.   He got himself dressed in just a matter
of minutes then came back to the bed and kissed me once more.

"Good night Harold, sleep well and I will see you in the morning.    Just think
by noon tomorrow you will be out of this place."  he smiled again.

"Yeah, sounds great.  Good night Pat, I love you."  I said affectionately.

He leaned down again and kissed me.

"Good night." he whispered.

He then got up and left the room.   I fell asleep almost instantly.    It was a
deep sleep and if I dreamed, I don't remember a damned thing about it.

Larry let me sleep in.   When I awoke the sun was shining full force into the
room.  I new it had to be around eight or nine o'clock.   I lay there quietly
thinking about all the things that had happened since I awoke in this room. 

I was only just going on 20 and I had two very different lives behind me, one
was real the other a dream.   However ahead of me was a brand new adventure and
it included the most wonderful man in the world.   Oh how lucky can a guy get, I
wondered.

Larry finally poked his head in the door to see if I was awake yet.   When he
saw me staring at the ceiling he came right in.

"Good morning Harold.   The day we have all been waiting for has finally
arrived.   You get to leave this place and go back out into the world."

I looked at him and smiled, yes, back out into the world.

"Good morning Larry.  Has Pat arrived yet?"  I asked.

"I think he may be downstairs but am not really sure.   I know he said yesterday
that he would be here bright and early to spring you and Pat is always very
punctual."  he replied.

"In any case you are not ready to go even if he were here.   Get yourself up and
into the shower.   While you are doing that I will go and get you your last
hospital meal."

"Right!" I replied throwing back the covers and getting myself out of the bed.

An hour later all showered, shaved and fed up, Larry and I sat in the two easy
chairs by the window chatting while we waited for Pat.

He finally arrived opening the door and waving some papers in the air.

"Here we go, your release papers.   That fucking dip shit, George insisted on a
whole bunch of rigmarole before he would give me the papers.   He was all pissed
off because I was trying to spring you on a Sunday."  Pat said.

"I think it was more because I pissed him off the other day, Pat.   I don't
think he likes me."  I laughed.

"Ah so you have met our glorious George."  he said with a laugh.

"Yup, sure did."  I replied.

"Well enough about Sir, George, are you ready to go." he asked.

"Yeah, lets blow this dump." I laughed getting up from the chair.

"Larry, I have another job for you and Pete.   A young man was hit by a
Streetcar and sustained severe head trauma.    Charles is with him right now. 
He is in a coma and it is looking like it will be long term.   I would like you
and Pete to look after him, ok?"  Pat asked.

"I don't see any problem with that Pat.  It beats unemployment."  he laughed.

"The boy is in 203 go down and have a look.   Would you also call Pete and let
him know?" 

"Yeah, I'll do that."  Larry said.

"Bye Harold."  Larry said holding out his hand.

"I am glad I was able to help when you needed it.   I know we will see each
other around, Pete and I visit Pat's place quite often.   So until later, take
care." Larry said then left the room.

"Ok Harold if your ready, let's go."

There was no limo this time.   We went out to the doctors parking lot and jumped
into a Honda Civic.   Somehow I had expected a big fancy doctor like Pat to have
something more than a Honda Civic.   I guess he saw the look on my face.

"It is a great little car for getting me around to my various appointments.   It
is also cheap on fuel.   Wait until you see the cars we use when we are not
working."  he laughed, unlocked the doors and we got in.

On the trip to his house we got onto the subject of Masters and slaves again.

"Did you really enjoy the life you had in the dream, Harold?" he asked.

"Compared to what I had before, Pat, yeah, it was a hundred percent improvement.   
I could live a life like that without complaint, at least I wouldn't be alone." 
I replied.

"Interesting." was his response.

Pat's home turned out to be a huge mansion in Rosedale.   It had lots of
property around the building, with trees and flower gardens, it was a beautiful
place.

There was a large Iron fence surrounding the property and an iron gate at the
driveway.   As we pulled up the gate opened automatically.

"Remote control." he informed me.

He pulled up in front of the front door, stopped the car and turned off the
ignition.

"Well Harold, welcome to your new home.   I hope you will be happy here, I think
you will like it very much.   But remember that you are free to leave if you
don't want to live this life."  he said.

Before I could say anything he was out of the car and heading towards the front
door.   I opened my door and got out quickly to follow him.

The door opened and a young man, that I recognized right away, stood there,
dressed in the standard slaves outfit that I had worn so often in the dream
world, head bowed.

"Harold,"  Pat said,  "I would like you to meet my house slave, Steven."

The end.

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