Smiled broadly as Aaron accepted his words as truth. The slightly confused and dopey look on his face was a real turn on.
Chuck took a moment to hit the slider for Aaron's IQ down a bit. With a body built for sex, he didn't need a lot going on upstairs.
Aaron looked at Chuck for the "advice" he was seeking, the light in his eyes dimming just a bit.
Chuck said, "Why don't we ask Wyatt ourselves?"
Chuck broadened the parameters of Wyatt's stasis to allow him to stand and speak normally but not giving him the wherewithal to move from the room.
Wyatt looked around and said fearfully, "What's going on?"
"Wyatt, you and Aaron came to me to talk about your relationship." Chuck said in a cloying paternal tone.
"What are you talking about? What's going on? Why am I naked? Who is that?" Wyatt said gesturing to the new and improved Aaron. The questions came out an an increasing speed and volume.
Chuck muted him. He actually found a way to mute the youth and he turned and addressed Aaron.
"Aaron, why don't you go into the kitchen and make a snack while I talk some sense into Wyatt."
Aaron moved to comply immediately, the slapping sound of his slides receding as he made his way down the hall.
Chuck unmuted Wyatt, who had stopped flapping his lips after 15 seconds of trying to speak, finding out he couldn't and trying again.
Wyatt breathed heavily, his eyes darting from where the changed Aaron had walked to and his captor.
Chuck spoke in a low and calming tone, "Quit panicking. I can make this as difficult as I want. You don't want me to be difficult."
"What are you going to do to me?" Wyatt said with a forced calmness.
"Wyatt, I'm going to change you and once we're done you are going to love it." Chuck said, his smile curling cruelly.
"Please don't hurt me." Wyatt almost whispered.
"I'm not going to hurt you." Chuck said with a chuckle, "I'm going to change you."
Wyatt looked down at his body again. "Please give me back my clothes." He said softly, his eyes locked on Chuck.
"Good manners! Of all the stupid things you've learned from that cult of yours, I can appreciate the good manners." Chuck said, laughing.
A bit of typing and a few clicks and Wyatt's uniform was back in place. The white short sleeve shirt, the tie, the stupid name tag. Everything back the way it was when he'd knocked on the wrong door at the wrong time.
"Now," Chuck said, "You were explaining to me your temple garments."
"They are a symbol of our commitment to the teachings and faith of the Church of Latter Day Saints," Wyatt said, his voice still quavering in fear but finding comfort in the doctrine he had been given. "We wear them to our first endowment ceremony to mark ourselves as priests and kings. They are a part of our full acceptance of the teachings of the church as revealed by Joseph Smith." He said, growing in confidence as he spoke the name of the leader of his cult.
Chuck laughed. "I've seen your endowment. It must have been a pretty short ceremony."
Wyatt's face turned bright red.
"Come on now, don't be bashful. Tell me more." Chuck said while simultaneously turning down Wyatt's inhibitions.
"They give us a secret name. A name that is special to us that we are required to keep a secret. My name is Titus."
Wyatt said all this and then covered his mouth once again blushing. "I was supposed to keep that a secret. Not even my future wife was allowed to know."
Chuck had been typing as soon as the words came out of his mouth. Then he looked up and said, "They named you Tight-ass!" Chuck gave a barking laugh.
Wyatt remembered the oracle naming him that. He'd thought it was weird but because he couldn't talk about it, he never did. His secret name was "Tight-ass."
"Don't tell anybody I told you!" Wyatt said, a note of fear slipping into his voice.
Chuck didn't know if he was afraid of church authorities or his own community but he suddenly felt a pang of pity for the young man in front of him. Even with his inhibitions lowered, he was still afraid of the cosmic or social ramifications to making a mistake in that fucked up cult.
Chuck's voice softened for a moment as he said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure that nobody thinks to call you that."
Wyatt didn't really know what he meant but he smiled thinking he had received, at least in part, his strange captor's confidence.