Clean Sweep

Clean Sweep
The Further Adventures of Clive, the Leather Hairdresser

Part Five
Decision

\"France?\"

\"Paris!\" His mother clapped her hands. \"Isn\'t it exciting? Just think, Trenton. Nine whole months in Paris, France.\"

\"I don\'t want to go.\"

Lynette Vittelli almost drooped in surprise. \"But Trenton, this is such an opportunity. Most boys would give their right arm to be an exchange student in Paris.\"

\"Well, I\'m not most boys, and I wouldn\'t be much good as a swimmer without my right arm, would I?\" he said stubbornly.

Mrs. Vittelli tried to be reasonable. \"Look, baby, we signed up for this when we moved here, remember? You\'re lucky to get it. The only reason they\'re offering at this late a date, and you going to be a junior, is that the one they\'d chosen came down with hepatitis. You\'re next in line. If we don\'t respond soon, they\'ll move on to the next candidate.\"

\"Let them, and good luck to them. I don\'t want to go. Everything I want is right here in Metropolis.\"

\"But it would look so good on your record. It would be a big boost toward that scholarship.\"

\"No, Mom. Maybe I can get a job to help pay tuition if the scholarship doesn\'t come through. I could take courses at city college at night.\"

\"Trenton! After all we\'ve been through to get you into a good school...\" She was starting to tear up.

Trenton sighed remorsefully, and hugged her. \"Look, Mom, let\'s drop this for now, okay? What did you come down for?\"

They were at the high school pool--the swim team had a training session earlier that evening. As was his habit lately he\'d stayed over to practice on his own. He was getting better and better. The coach was excited. He was talking about Olympic trials next year.
\"Oh.\" She fumbled in her purse and brought out a large manilla envelope, stuffed with paper slips. \"I wanted to get you to take these receipts and invoices back to Attitudes for me. I was organizing them for Clive, and was supposed to bring them back, but Tinkerbelle invited me to the movies, and I\'d really like to make the next showing. Clive is working late on the books, so you could just drop these off.\"

*A chance to be with Clive. Alone. At night.* He kept his voice casual as he took the envelope. \"Sure Mom. No prob. Have a good time at the show.\" When she left, he did five more quick laps to burn off the energy caused by his nervous excitement.

The last couple of weeks had been kind of weird. Ever since he found out that Clive found him sexy it had been driving him nuts. In consequence he had been driving Clive crazy. It was only partly intentional. It was just hard to be around the other man without becoming exquisitely aware of his own body and its reaction to the object of his, he now knew, requited lust.

His nipples would get hard when Clive laid a hand on his shoulder. He had to give up tight jeans in favor of baggies because he was half hard all the time, just being around him. Those were the unconscious things. Sometimes he... did things, just wanting Clive to react. He needed to know that he noticed, that it mattered to him. But Clive had been good to his word so far, and nothing had come of it. Despite the talk they\'d had, Trenton wanted... needed to make the older man lose control, and take action.

He toweled off sketchily and changed into his street clothes, locked up, and headed for Attitudes. It was deserted downtown. Attitudes was locked and darkened when he arrived, but there was a light shining from Clive\'s office far in the back. He rapped loudly.

Clive stepped out of the office, looking toward the front with ominous inquiry. When he saw Trenton his expression relaxed a little. He came to the front and opened the door. \"Your mother just called to say you\'d be here. Come in.\"

He locked the door behind them and led the boy back to his office. \"You have something for me?\" Trenton handed over the envelope, and Clive checked the contents briefly. \"Yes, all in order. Your mother is a woman to be valued above rubies. I must give her a raise. Now then...\" He dropped the envelope on the desk. \"What\'s this about not going to Paris?\"

Trenton groaned. \"No! Don\'t tell me she enlisted you, too?\"

\"And why not? Mothers use all means at their disposal when it comes to the welfare of their children. That\'s as it should be. I will state this plainly, Trenton--if you let this chance slip by, you are an utter fool.\"

He scowled. \"Well, thanks a lot, when you\'re...\" He bit off his words.

Clive\'s eyebrows rose. \"When I\'m what, Trenton?\"

\"Being so in my business,\" he mumbled.

\"You were about to say \'when you\'re the reason I\'m not going\', weren\'t you, Trent? No. I will not be used as an excuse for you to avoid going out into the world and experiencing life.\"
Trenton was stung. \"That\'s not true!\"

\"Isn\'t it? You say you\'ve been fixed on me since your hormones started to kick in. You think of me as a known quantity. You feel safe with me. Trenton...\" He leaned down close to the boy and said softly, \"you are so very wrong about that. You don\'t know me. Not yet.\"

Trenton could barely breathe. \"Then teach me.\"

Clive blinked slowly, and his hands twitched, but then he took a half step back, turning away. He just stood like that for a moment. Trent thought that maybe if he did something, touched him, it might be enough. It might get him what he wanted, but it would defeat his purpose, because what he wanted most was for Clive to make the first move.

When Clive turned back he said harshly, \"What have you been doing to your hair, Trenton?\"
\"Huh? Nothing.\"

\"Oh, you\'ve been doing something.\" Clive reached out one finger and gingerly lifted a strand. \"Look at it--limp, lifeless, dull. And..\" He leaned a little closer and sniffed, then made an angry face. \"Chlorine! I can smell it from here! Trenton, you\'ve been swimming without a bathing cap, haven\'t you?\"

Trenton regarded him, round eyed. \"Just the last few times.\"

\"Damn it!\" Trenton flinched at Clive\'s roar. \"How dare you do that to yourself, boy? What have I told you about that? Those chemicals are sucking the life right out of your hair!\"
Oh, crap! Trenton hadn\'t been thinking. He\'d just been so distracted these days. He said meekly, \"I\'m sorry. I forgot.\"

\"That\'s no excuse! It\'s a fucking crime to abuse hair as beautiful as yours so callously.\" He grabbed Trenton\'s arm and jerked him up out of the chair, dragging him out into the shop.
\"Clive? What\'re you...\"

\"Be quiet.\" He shoved Trenton into a chair at one of the back shampoo stations, flipping on the area light. \"You\'re getting a wash, condition, and hot oil treatment this very minute.\"
\"But I can wash when I get home, and...\"

Clive was behind him, and suddenly his hands were in Trenton\'s hair, gripping tightly, and he stared into Trenton\'s eyes in the image reflected in the mirror before them. He said, very slowly and precisely, \"Trenton. I am very angry with you right now. You will sit quietly while I try to repair the damage you\'ve done. Do you understand me?\"

Protest died, and his cock twitched. He said meekly, \"Yes Clive.\"

Clive snapped the chair around and lowered it till Trenton\'s head was draped over the sink, then he began. He shampooed Trenton\'s hair twice, his fingers working the lather strongly into ever millimeter of scalp. He rinsed till Trenton\'s hair squeaked between his fingers, then he slathered on cool, herbal scented conditioner. After cleaning his hands, he said ominously. \"I\'ll be back in a moment. I don\'t want to find you moved one inch.\" Trenton stayed as still as a rock, letting the conditioner marinate into his hair, feeling the blood pulse in his crotch.

Clive came back carrying several amber colored plastic tubes. He switched on what looked like a small crock pot, and dropped them in, then he leaned against the wall and just watched Trenton. Trent started to say something, and Clive frowned. Trenton closed his mouth without speaking.

Clive checked his watch, then rinsed out the conditioner. He dropped a towel over Trent\'s head. \"Dry.\" Trent tousled his hair, then hung the towel around his neck. Clive felt his hair, took the towel, enveloped Trenton\'s head in it, and rubbed so vigorously Trenton thought that something might shake loose. Then it was back over the sink.

Clive nipped the tips off the tubes with a wicked looking pocket knife, squeezed the contents into Trenton\'s hair, and massaged it in. He was a little more gentle this time--a little. Finished, he once again leaned back against the wall, waiting for the oil to soak in, watching Trenton.

Trenton watched Clive right back. He looked grim. He kept working his hands together. The oiled flesh made little smacking, hissing sounds in the silent salon, and Trenton was growing harder by the minute--and so was Clive. He couldn\'t hide anything in the skin tight red leather pants he was wearing this evening, and he didn\'t seem concerned about it.

Finally Clive shampooed the oil out of Trent\'s hair. Toweling it roughly again, he examined it closely. He stood close behind Trenton, running strands experimentally through his fingers, bending forward to sniff. He grumbled, \"All right. I think I caught it before there was any serious damage. But don\'t you ever do that again.\"

Trenton\'s voice was as soft and humble as he could make it. \"I won\'t.\" Then he said, even more softly, \"Thank you, sir.\"

Clive\'s head snapped up, and his gaze met Trenton\'s in the mirror. Trenton shivered as Clive slowly bared his teeth. He was getting his first look at Clive as a Dom. Clive suddenly reached around and grabbed the boy\'s collar, hard.

\"Are you playing games with me, little boy? You\'d better be fucking careful, because I play hard.\" He let go and spun the chair back to face him so fast that Trenton was dizzy, grabbing the arms. Clive stopped the chair with a jerk that threw Trenton against its side. Before he could get reoriented Clive was looming over him. A leather clad knee slammed into the chair next to his left thigh, and Clive\'s hands came down heavily on his shoulders, pinning him in his seat. Trenton stared up at him, shocked. He\'d wanted a reaction, but this...

Clive\'s eyes were hot, dark pools, his expression fiercely intent. He said, \"Do you think I don\'t know what you\'re trying to do, little virgin? I\'ve noticed all the things you\'ve been doing lately. You want me to notice, don\'t you? The way you accidentally brush almost everything you\'re going to hand me against your crotch first?\"

Clive\'s hands slid up and encircled Trent\'s throat. He pressed. Not enough to choke, but enough to let the younger man feel his strength. Trent went totally limp, gazing up at him in mute submission. He felt Clive\'s hands tremble. \"The way you handle my leathers, stroking them, rubbing your face in them.\" His hands slid down to Trent\'s chest. The cloth was peaked over his nipples, and Clive\'s fingers settled there. \"The way you keep licking the necks of your soda bottles, looking at me.\"

Clive pinched roughly. Trenton\'s head dropped back, his mouth falling open with a mewling noise. Clive snarled. He bent quickly and claimed the boy\'s mouth in an almost brutal kiss, forcing his tongue in roughly. Trenton moaned, arching up to him. His veins felt filled with liquid fire as the older man explored his mouth with ruthless diligence, seeking out every crevice, lapping thirstily at his saliva, sucking and biting at his tongue. He was beginning to feel light headed when Clive tore his mouth away, leaving them both gasping.

A large, hard hand slid down his belly and covered his straining fly, then squeezed, almost hard enough to hurt, but not quite. Then time seemed to stop. They both remained still, breathing hard. Clive stared down at him again, and said, \"It\'s not gonna happen, Trent.\"
Trenton blinked, dazed and confused. \"But...\"

Clive shook his head. \"You want me to lose control. I\'m not going to--not this time. I\'m all about control, Trenton. It isn\'t going to happen tonight, and it isn\'t going to happen any time soon. I\'ll tell you what you\'re going to do.\" He gave Trenton\'s crotch a firm stroke, and the boy whimpered in pleasure and frustration. \"You\'re going to Paris. You\'re going to spend your junior year in France. You\'re going to find a nice boy close to your own age and have sex--lots of sex. You\'re going to turn seventeen, and you\'re going to come back here,\"
another stroke, and Trenton\'s toes curled in his sneakers. \"to me. Then we\'ll finish this.\"

He pulled Trenton out of the chair, supporting him when his knees were shaky at first, and marched him to the front door. He unlocked it and steered the boy out. \"Now, go home.\"

Face flushed, almost crying with anger and thwarted lust, Trenton, voice breaking, said, \"Why do you think I\'ll do what you say?\"

Clive grabbed his chin and kissed him again, out there on the dark, empty street. Kissed him till Trent\'s rage and defiance melted into bewildered pliancy. When he pulled away, Clive said simply, \"Because you\'re a submissive, and I\'m your Daddy.\" Then he closed and locked the door.

Trenton stumbled home in an emotional fog. He went to bed and lay there, staring up at the ceiling. Then he masturbated, hard, and came crying out Clive\'s name.

Lynette Vittelli tiptoed in around midnight, trying not to wake her son. She\'d stayed to see a second feature, hoping Clive would have time to talk some sense into Trenton. As she was making her way to her room, she heard her son call out quietly, \"Mom?\"

She went to stand in his doorway. \"I\'m sorry, sweetie. I tried to be quiet.\"

\"It\'s okay. I wasn\'t sleeping. Mom? I decided to go to Paris.\"

Lynette sighed in relief. \"Praise be. I guess Clive talked you into it.\"

\"You could say that.\"

\"Thank goodness. I\'m so glad he got you to see sense. I don\'t know what I\'d do without him. Goodnight, baby.\"

\"Goodnight.\"

She turned to go, and didn\'t hear him whisper. \"I don\'t know what I\'d do without him either, but I guess I\'ll have to try for awhile.\"