Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

Whilst this works as a stand alone story, reading the earlier chapters will give you better context. In case you can't be bothered with all the previous 48k words, here is a synopsis for you:

Rune, the runt of the family, and only son, grew up with four over-achieving sisters and, shunned by his parents and siblings, lived the life of a loner, dressed in his sister's feminine 'hand me downs'. He was befriended by Becca, a hot soccer player, at College. She discovered he had a pair of his sister's underwear and encouraged him to live the life he wants to live, dressed as a woman, something Becca, and 'her' landlords, finds a huge turn on. Along the way Rune's had an interludes with Becca, nights out with her team and a dirty weekend away with her landlords and lost her anal cherry to one of Becca's team mates. Add to that she's helped pick out outfits for Becca to go on dates and Becca has returned to her apartment after each event, having 'her' clean her up.

And remember, this is not real life. It is just a story folks. Any resemblance to anyone, anything and anyplace is purely coincidental.

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My phone notifcation sounded just as headed into my early lecture.

Killian: So my brother sheepishly told me that he forgot that you came by on Saturday when I was in emergency.

Me: Ha. Glad I gave him my number and put a reminder in his phone.

Killian: So am I. But he ignored the reminder. Only found out now. U able to come visit?

Me: Y. Tomorrow after my 1300 class?

Killian: Excellent. C U then.

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Killian was playing on a Nintendo Switch when I walked into her hospital room. It took her a moment to register that I was there. Her face lit up when she saw me and she sat up a little more on the bed.

"Rune!"

"Hey Killian! How is it going?"

Killian the proceeded to fill me in on the last few days. She had some internal bruising and a pretty decent concussion. Follow up scans had also detected a hairline vertebrae crack. Whilst she would not be playing and sport again for at least the next six months, she was essentially okay and would be released tomorrow. She had been visited by the coaching staff and a few players and her family had stayed around to be present for her, although her mom and brother had now headed back to Elkhart, leaving just her dad to help her out. A university liaison officer had been out to check on her and smooth out any attendance and assessment issues. She had, after all, been injured whilst officially representing the College.

"I've been essentially bored out of my brain Rune," she said. "Mom drove back yesterday and returned with my old Switch, so I've been playing with it since last night. I'm going to be lying low for the next week, so it will be a godsend to have this with me."

"Whatcha playing?" I asked.

"An old game my dad got me into. It's called Skyrim. He used to play the predecessor games to Skyrim when he was younger." She looked at me and, seeing the look on my face, blushed. "Sorry, I'm a nerd at times", she said, putting the console down on the far side of the bed.

"Don't stop on my account," I said, unless you are in Whiterun.

"You played it too?"

I nodded. "My eldest sister Kaja's boyfriend played it. He put a copy on a PC we had at home so he could play. He bought me a copy so I would be busy whenever he and Kaja were supposed to be looking after me and they had 'other' things to do. I would play it whenever I got the chance. It was a great escape from the crap reality of life with my family."

I pushed my way onto the bed and she moved over to make more room.

"You play, I'll watch."

She handed me one of her air pods. We lay there for hours, interrupted regularly by staff doing their rounds, but it was comforting, to watch that game old being played and seeing familiar scenes play out. It didn't matter that I was watching silently and not playing, I was there in the game with her in spirit.

At one stage when she took a break I looked at the note pad she had been doodling on which was on the bedside table next to me.

"Killian, what does 'Tomorrow, I'll be waiting..." mean?

She looked at me and blushed slightly.

"Must be good. You've gone red."

She grabbed at the pad and put it on the other side of her.

"I just don't like people looking at my messy doodles."

I frowned and held the look at her. "I wasn't talking about the messy doodles."

"Tomorrow, I'll be waiting... That's just a saying my dad always mutters. It's an exasperation at the fact that tomorrow never comes and we're always waiting. Its about emptiness or something."

Eventually her dad came in with Chinese take-out. After exchanging a few pleasantries and comments about the game I excused myself and, much to both Killian and her dad's protests, I headed off, but not before taking an egg roll to go.

Late the next day I headed over to Killian's apartment. I greeted her with a "Hey Killian, its tomorrow, have you been waiting?" and she laughed at me and invited me in.

Her dad had set her up pretty well before he headed off home, leaving her with a fridge full of food and drink and a coffee table full of snacks of various sorts. She had Skyrim loaded up and displayed on the tv and I watched as she played and brought snacks when needed.

I fell asleep on her sofa late in the evening, leaving without waking her, only to get home sometime around two am to find Becca waiting for me on my bed.

Becca was furious.

She'd been out with Drayk and was upset. One, because I had not answered her call earlier in the day when she'd wanted me to come over and help her get ready to go out and, two, because I'd not been there when Drayk had dropped her off at my place.

I told her the truth, that I'd visited Killian and fallen asleep on her sofa. She was not impressed but calmed down after I 'cleaned' her and let her tell me about her exploits. She'd gone over to his place for steaks and been fucked on the kitchen table and his bed. She spent the night playing big spoon with me and left early the next morning but not before she made me promise I'd meet her for lunch.

At lunch, over falafel wraps, she demanded I open up my phone and give it to her.

"I want to check that you aren't lying to me about things," she said.

The only messages she found were ones involving her, appointment reminders and the one exchange I'd had with Killian. My only emails were from the University and spam from local businesses that I had given my details to.

"That's it?" she asked.

"I don't know what you were expecting, but that's it." I replied.

She handed me back the phone and reached into her bag and retrieved a small wrapped item.

Handing it to me, she said, "You need to remember that you belong to me."

I unwrapped it with rightful trepidation. It turned out to be a personalized bright pink choker / collar with the words "BECCA'S" spelt out in rhinestone letters across the front. The letters were split, with three either side of a ring that dropped from the collar between the Cs.

She demanded I stand and came round behind me and fitted it to my neck. I heard a click as she secured it in place. The feeling around my neck was one of tightness, but not restriction. I would be able to always feel his thing but it was not so tight that it would harm me. A few patrons at tables near us looked on with interest.

She returned and sat down to finish the last of her wrap. "I've locked it in place with a small padlock. You may now sit and finish eating. This should remind you, and everyone, that you are mine."

With that she took a photo of me.

"Do you have a second phone? A burner phone. Tell me the truth. Don't lie!" she pressed.

"What do you think I am? A spy? With a burner phone? No. No I don't have a burner phone. You seriously think I'm like that? Don't forget, I was a nobody till I met you."

"So how do you communicate with Stella?"

"In person Becca. We communicate face to face. She lives fifteen feet above me remember!..."

Becca looked at me suspiciously.

"Just remember...You belong to me! Don't forget you need to be at my place before 7 for the Halloween party tonight. But I want you to go get your nails done before then. You've got a booking at 4 at the place on Washington. You are going to look real pretty in that cheerleader outfit with that sparkly choker and bright pink nails."

We parted ways as we both headed off to our respective afternoon classes. I went straight to a bathroom and checked it out. The choker sat about mid way on my neck and could not be easily moved. I could hide it under a scarf or a high necked jacket, but anything else would leave it visible to all. And very visible indeed with its bright pink color and sparkly lettering. I was only in an oversized sweater today with some layers under it, so there would be no hiding it.

There was no way I could get to Killian's to check in on her between the time my last class finished and the nail appointment so I sent her an apology message and got an instant reply.

Killian: "No problems. Thx for thinking of me. Halloween commitment w Becca? Have fun. X"

Me: Tomorrow U'll be waiting.

Killian: Its "I'll be waiting" lolz. X

I looked at the message again. She had sent me an 'X'. Not once but twice. They were only an X but for some reason they made me warm and fuzzy. I pictured Killian's ass cheeks, well, the bottom third of them, something that wasn't hard given the image was burnt into my memory and felt flushed. What the fuck was it with Killian that made me feel this way?

I swallowed and felt the choker on me. Feeling guilty, I deleted the conversation and headed off to my next class.

I got a few quizzical looks as I went about the rest of my day, along with a few snickers here and there and a couple of lesbian comments from a few jocks who wouldn't know what a real female orgasm looked like and probably never would.

I was walking across the grass to get to my door at the side of the house when Stella came around the corner and stood in front of me, blocking the door. 'Shit,' I thought, I didn't really have time to deal with her.

"We need to talk," she said.

"Hi Stella. Okay. Can we rain check. I've got to get to an appointment and I'm running late."

"Rune, I just need a second. I'm sorry okay. I've missed you. Hearing you and your friends the other night just pushed me over the edge. I've told Steve and he knows I was a bit overbearing with you. I'm sorry okay? You just bring out something crazy in me and hearing you getting it in the ass just sent me loco."

I stood there stunned.

"I knew we might have been loud but you heard all that upstairs?" I asked.

Her cheeks went bright red and her eyes welled up. A tear ran down her cheek.

"Not quite." She bit at her lip. "Your cellar used to be a bigger space and had two entry ways. One from inside and one from outside. When we cleaned up the space and renovated with new drywall and stuff, we sealed off the stairs from inside by making a small mini cellar on our side of the drywall. That's where we keep our Christmas boxes. There's only a sheet of drywall between our side and your bed area."

"Stella, why?" I asked.

This was more than a little creepy. My MILF landlord had been eavesdropping on me. But then again I had been in a threesome with her and her husband. A little part of me was excited by the fact she had been listening in. And taking care of her urges whilst doing so.

Tears were now rolling down her cheeks.

I looked at my watch. I didn't have time for this.

"Look Stella. I forgive you. I'm a bit freaked out but I,... I forgive you. I'm now really running late for an appointment. Can we talk about this another time? I'll come up for an iced tea."

She looked at me directly and wiped at her tears.

"I'd really like that Rune. I'm so sorry for listening in and for treating you like a personal fuck toy."

"Stella, I've got to go. I need my car keys."

"I can take you. Where are you going? Call it an apology uber."

I looked at her and thought it might not be the best and was about to say so. But then she realized I was wearing the choker.

"You got a collar? Shit, did Becca collar you?"

I sighed. I was not going to be able to end this quick enough.

"Stella, I need to get to the nail place on Washington asap. You drive and look after my backpack for the night and I will fill you in on the details. Okay?"

She nodded and we headed for her car.

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The nail salon experience had been painless and, I hate to say it, a bit fun. Chanelle, the nail technician, had done nails for Becca in her sporting off seasons and was a lively character, with bright blue eyes and peroxide bleached long locks of hair. She looked like some vintage mattress actress would have in their early twenties back in the 80s or 90s. It was an unusual look, but she carried it off well, even down to the gravity defying silicone implants. Becca had clued her in to our outfit selection for the evening and Chanelle didn't like it.

"Cheerleader outfits for Halloween? That's so 2020!" she said. "Anyway, cheerleaders don't wear nails, so she's just going with a stereotypical slutty looking female image. It's boring and lacks vision. But don't tell her I told you that."

I laughed and swore that I would keep that between us.

"You look totally convincing too." Chanelle offered. "If Becca had not told me about your history, I would have totally believed you were born XX. You hardly have an adam's apple and you have such amazing bone structure. She said your mom was some sort of beauty queen?"

I nodded.

"Well, you certainly won the genetic lottery there. Why the collar? You certainly don't need to hide anything?"

I fingered the ring that dangled from it. "It's just purely about my submission to her ownership of me."

"Well I think it looks sexy."

I blushed and thanked her for the compliment.

"If you ever break up with Becca, well..." She left the rest of the offer hanging unspoken.

I blushed again, deeper this time, and felt my whole body on fire.

Chanelle acknowledged my discomfort and apologized.

"Its fine," I replied. "I'm just still not used to being hit on. I used to be a literal no one. I won't promise anything, but thank you for the offer."

I walked out with 10 good length talons in the same hot pink as my collar with little rhinestone embellishments to complete the matchy matchy look. But not before Chanelle gave me a tight hug and an ass squeeze.

"Oh God that ass!" She said as she released me. "You got it all, girl!"

Stella, who had gone shopping and came back to pick me up whistled at the look I was sporting.

"Steve would blow his load if you just blew a kiss in his direction right now."

I giggled.

"Actually, lets rock his world and send him a video of you doing just that."

We tried a few videos, selected the best one and sent him a link, earning a fire emoji almost instantaneously in reply.

"Looks like I'm in for some great phone sex tonight!" she said as she pulled out into the late afternoon traffic. "If the party fizzles out, come by..."

When we got back she invited me in and fixed us a great, and ridiculously strong, long island iced tea as a primer for the night ahead.

She showed me the little cellar she had sat in whilst listening to me get done over by Simone and Becca. It was only about 10 foot by 5 foot and was stacked with boxes marked 'Christmas'. There was however enough room for someone to perch on the stairs quite comfortably. Stella sat as if to demonstrate everything to me.

"It was a hell of an evening. I had to go up and get a towel to put under my ass to protect the steps from the fluids that were coming out of me and a hand towel for me to bite on so that you wouldn't hear me moan on this side of the wall."

I shook my head at the thought and went to head up the stairs. Stella rose and stood facing me. We were close, really close.

She looked at me, directly. Her eyes were locked onto mine. Her nostrils flared and the side of her mouth twitched. She closed the gap between us until our bodies touched. She moved her head towards mine.

"Stella, I can't. Not today."

She took my hands in hers.

"Please Rune. I've missed you."

I backed away a touch.

"Stella, No. Another time... I promise."

She dropped her head and sighed and we headed upstairs.

I finished my tea and she poured me another and made pulled out some left over sliders she had bought at lunchtime and we chatted about life, Steve and Becca.

"Just don't get hurt by Becca. There is a huge difference between love and sex Rune."

I thought for a brief second about those words and wondered if Stella had taken head of them herself in the way that she acted towards me. Especially given what had just transpired at the bottom of the stairs. We'd had some wonderful sex, but she seemed to put a whole lot more into 'whatever it was between us' than it really warranted.

I looked at my watch and screamed. I was going to be late to Becca's. Calling an uber, I said my goodnight to Stella, got a steamy kiss and a 'goodluck' from her and headed off for my first real Halloween.

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The frat house was bedlam when we got eventually got there. It didn't help that six of us, all in skimpy cheerleader outfits that had tiny tops and microskirts with a lot of flesh on show in between, arrived at 10, and we were more than a little loaded.

Simone looked like a porn hub actress with her tiny top straining to hold in her magnificent breasts. Kaycie's breasts, whilst not as big as Simone's still looked amazing in her top. Savannah's amazing abs and legs were the highlight of her display of flesh and Becca just looked the total package.

Given I was of smaller stature than all the others, I looked like the baby of the group and had to suffer being the butt of many jokes as we got ready and made our way there. I was also distinctly different from the others as I was the only one wearing a collar. To make my status as Becca's possession even more apparent, she had attached a pink leash to the ring that was on the collar. It wasn't very long, falling almost to mid thigh on me.

The place was decorated like I couldn't believe, the guys had put a huge amount of effort into what they had done. As for the party goers, there were lots of guys showing a lot of muscle or fake blood. There were several in skeleton costumes, a couple of jokers, a Homer Simpson playing beer pong with a Trump look alike and several psycho clowns. As fur the girls, there were quite a few slutty Harley Quinns, lots of police stripper outfits and a crazily good Scarlet Witch. There were also a triplet of girls who seemed to be wearing nothing other than a foot or two of shiny black tape. They were definitely pushing boundaries, but then again I suppose that Halloween is the one time of the year when you get to dress like a stripper, or worse, and get away with it.

We started dancing, and attracted a whole lot of attention with some pretty raunchy moves.

Sometime later Simone handed me a punch and I slugged it back, feeling great with the world. She went and refilled my glass and returned with it, handing it to me and then passing me a small white tablet. I looked at Simone with trepidation, and then Becca. They both gave me a 'go on' look. I still hesitated..

"Trust me," mouthed Becca.

Simone took the pill from me and put it in her mouth and then pulled me into a deep kiss, pushing the little package into my mouth with her tongue and holding me like that still I swallowed.

A few guys tried to dance with me and I let them, but refused to do anything other than dance, despite a few suggestions to go get some fresh air with them. A few even got a little 'handy', particularly with the leash, and I let them, but kept them away from the front of the tiny little skirt I was wearing. But as time wore on I felt more and more euphoric and a little less worried by their attentions.