On the way home, Kyle commented on Dexter. "That friend of yours is something to look at. Without those glasses, and stripped naked, he's an impressive-looking guy. I don't remember when I've seen a guy that short with equipment like that. Is that what you thought when you saw him last time?"
I wasn't about to lie, but still hadn't decided how I was going to deal with the issue. "I told you. He's kind of sexy, don't you think?"
"Yeah, he is. How did you feel this time?"
He'd asked! I had to tell him the truth. I didn't want to have my punishment extended. I was only two days into it and I wasn't about to make it worse. "Well… actually… it was kind of the same. It's just that I'm used to him in those horn-rimmed glasses and baggy clothes. I guess I just never really looked at him."
"Well, I guess I don't have to be concerned about that. He's taken and besides, it looks like he's a sub, too, so you can think he's just as cute as you like. As long as you know I own you and he is someone else's property. So, I think we can assume that you two won't be taking this to another level."
"Oh, absolutely," I agreed. "I mean, imagine the two of us sitting in a room waiting for someone to give a command. Right?" At the same time, I was pondering the concept of being owned. I loved hearing that. He'd said it. He considered himself my owner. The old part of me that didn't approve of that idea was gone. Now it made me feel loved.
We left it there. That night on the couch I got about two hours sleep. The more I tried to sleep, the more I thought about how hot Dexter was underneath his nerd-like exterior.
Jake and Robert
Jake
After Robert showed up at my door, everything changed. I was relieved he'd accepted that he was gay and happy he'd fallen into his role as a Dom. When he left that night, I felt my tears welling up as I shut the door. I'd been re-thinking my feelings for him. Preston had been right, as always: I was crazy about the guy. His facing so much about himself in such a short time was touching.
During the hours between my outburst and his knock on the door, I'd wrestled with the idea that maybe I did have a foot thing. I'd never seen another pair of feet that hit me like that, but now I couldn't get them off my mind.
It was definitely time to actually get to know the guy who'd stirred such unfamiliar emotions in me. I needed to know what I was getting into. We were both busy people. I had my new job and night classes in advanced accounting. I didn't even know what he did, but he was gone all day.
Robert and I got together almost every day after that. Usually I'd call him and plead to see him or knock at his door after he'd summoned me. Even then, he'd make me beg, and then he'd rock my world, leaving me dazed and just a little more addicted to him.
In time, I discovered that he worked at a mortuary. His dad owned the place and he'd been to a special school for that. At first, I was taken aback, but realized it didn't matter whether he embalmed people for a living or dug ditches. He had me in his web and I wasn't going anywhere.
I played his words over and over to myself daily. "I'm crazy about you," he'd said. He was one of those guys who wasn't particularly demonstrative, but his need to see me daily told me volumes. There were a lot of days when it would have been easier to put our meeting off, but even if he got home late, he'd order me over and make me sit there on the bed while he showered.
He'd summon me. I'd arrive, on time, as he'd commanded, then walk in the door and lock it behind me. He'd usually be lying on the couch. Sitting on the other end, I'd start massaging his stocking-clad feet with every intention of removing the fabric that lay between me and my goal, which I knew would lead to my carrying some small part of him inside me as I left.
As I worked to loosen the muscles of his soles, I started to think of what I'd be doing if he wasn't there. What would my days be like if Preston hadn't knocked some sense into me? The man who lay before me had become my entire life. I knew how young we were, but for me it didn't matter.
At the same time, he was lying there on the couch, taking my attentions as though it was something he expected. I was so deeply involved, both with my massaging and with him that for a few seconds my emotions calmed down, then returned with a vengeance. I stopped, almost in tears. Looking up into those green eyes of his, I confronted him. "Where is all of this going?"
A corner of his mouth turned up into half a smile. "Where it usually goes…" Turning his gaze to the door of his room, he nodded to our destination.
"No, that's not what I meant. I mean us, you and me."
I think he saw the moisture in my eyes and the seriousness of the moment sank in. "Well… I kind of thought that maybe we'd keep… you know… this."
"Robert, how do you feel about me? It's important… because, I think you're just about the most important person I've ever. Robert, I think I love you. I think I love you a lot."
After a second of silence, feeling awkward, I started to remove the sock from his foot as I always did, afraid to see his eyes again, when he pulled his foot away. He sat up, swinging his feet to the floor. Scooting toward me, he reached, taking my head between his hands and pulling me toward him. He held my head, so I was looking directly down into his face and with a gentle voice I rarely heard from him, he pulled me into an embrace. Burying his head into my neck he whispered, "I knew I loved you since I opened my door that day to go to your apartment to tell you I was yours. I meant that. I haven't said anything because we haven't had a lot of time together. I didn't want to scare you away, but when you said I'd be throwing away the best thing that ever happened to me, I knew you were right.
"I don't say it a lot. Actually, I've never said that to you, but I think it all the time. It looks like we're stuck with one another."
Hearing his words hit me hard. I was finally at peace, but my reaction was just the opposite. A waterfall of tears blurred my vision as the pressure of the anxiety I never knew I had disappeared. No longer concerned that he might just be using me for sex made me want him even more.
Robert stopped searching for words. "I read, on the internet, that when two guys like us feel this way, the Dom claims his boy in some special way like with a collar or a mark."
It sounded odd to me, but if that was what he wanted, and it meant I belonged to him, I was all for it.
"Anyway," he said. "I was out one day, and I got you something. I've had it about a week. It isn't much, but I tried to keep it practical."
Kissing me quickly, he pulled me up off the couch. Crossing the room, he opened the top drawer on a small, well-used dresser that also served as a TV stand. He reached in, pulled something out, turned around and displayed a small jewelry box. As he opened the lid, he crossed the room and showed me a simple band. It looked to be made of stainless steel. "It isn't valuable, but I can't afford too much right now. It's the kind of ring you can ignore completely. You can do yardwork and wash dishes and never have to take it off. In ten years, it'll look good as new. I wanted to give you something permanent you'd never take off."
"Stop! Please… It's beautiful and it is valuable… to me." I said, reaching out to touch it.
Pulling my outstretched hand, he separated my fingers and slid the ring into place. I looked up into his eyes, wanting to tell him how much I loved him, but I couldn't speak. The tears flowing across my face did my talking for me. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in tight.
I was still holding him, my head buried in his shoulder, when he whispered, "You see. I do love you." We held each other a few seconds longer and he pulled back so he could see me. He turned and sat back on the couch. "Now, you were about to remove that sock. Get back down there and get to work."
I'd perfected my foot massage technique carefully by subtly watching for reactions. Pulling off the socks he wore, I bent down and slowly began to worship the beautiful feet in front of me. He'd remained patient, but I could see the effect I was having on him when I'd glance up. After a few minutes, he opened his pants, letting me hear the sweet sound of each tooth of the zipp
er snap open. Then, showing me the lump I'd created, he wouldn't let me move but slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Then he sat back on the couch. "Move the coffee table and get into position."
I jumped up, set the coffee table aside, and kneeled between his widespread legs. I knew by now that I wasn't allowed to move. He leaned forward, opened my mouth, and inserted several fingers, stretching my jaw slightly. "That should do fine."
He granted me permission to pull down his pants. As I'd expected, he wore nothing underneath. Once his pants were neatly folded, I sat back on my haunches and waited. He had a habit of letting me sit there for a minute or two while he casually moved my eventual target from side to side, squeezing a drop of clear nectar from its tip. On cue, I started to plead with him, but today he grabbed my hair, pulling me down and holding me an inch away from my target. "Lick it off. You can reach."
Try as I might, I was a millimeter off. Then he let go and I was on it. I'd expected to stay there for the duration, but today he had other plans. After only a couple of minutes, he pushed me off and marched me to the bedroom. The bed was unmade and to my surprise he'd tied ropes to the headboard. Apparently, he'd been planning this for some time. I'd been around his apartment enough to know that there were no ropes in it. He pushed me back onto the bed, scooted me into position by raising my legs one at a time, and slipped a loop of rope around each ankle, leaving me flat on my back with my legs bent back over my head. He knew by now that was my favorite position, but this was the first time he'd be able to hold me there without using his arms.
He walked around the bed inspecting his handiwork, and reached over to the nightstand to pick up the tube of lube. Reaching down and preparing for entry, he climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my outstretched legs and slid deep inside. Within a few seconds, he was pounding me, but this time he had free arms. He was holding his body above mine and leaning down to run his tongue along my neck. He knew that drove me crazy, and this time was no different. As I felt him thicken, he slowed his pace, looked deeply into my eyes and said, "I love you so fucking much." He plunged his tongue into my mouth, mixing his saliva with mine. Sucking my tongue deep into his mouth, he gave a muffled grunt and pounded his release deep inside me.
Later, on my way out the door, he stopped me, saying, "You'll be moving in Friday. I won't be able to help because we have a viewing at the mortuary and I have to be there. When I'm done I'll expect to find you here."
"But what about my landlord? I have to tell him. He requires notice and I haven't had the time to…"
"Look, give him notice right now. You're paid to the end of the month. You could live there, but you're going to be living here." I had no objections, and it wouldn't have mattered if I did. I was already wearing his ring.
The Dinner
Preston
The five days of my punishment passed faster than I'd expected. My studies kept me busy and Kyle was always writing as usual. The tap tap tap of the keyboard reassured me that things were back to normal.
When my punishment ended, Kyle took me to the bedroom. I was trembling with anticipation. It had been so long, and I wanted him so badly that I could barely contain myself. He had me strip down and take position. We'd developed a pattern where I'd undress, fold and stack my clothes neatly, always at the same place, kneel and await his instructions. Today he remained silent.
Pulling me up from the floor he manually positioned me onto my knees on the bed. I thought for sure he was simply going to mount me, being too impatient to go through the foreplay, but today he apparently had something else in mind.
Without hesitation he pushed my head down, bending my arms. He did not want me on all fours but was positioning me to keep my ass raised and my head down. Within a few seconds he thrust his lubricated finger deep inside. He followed it with another, gently pushing them in and out to loosen me. He began to spread his fingers apart, like he was trying to open me wider. Facing away from him in a highly submissive position with my ass bared had me sinking fast, and as he ordered me to relax, I was already deeply in my zone. Up until then, my curiosity kept me alert, but the pleasurable sensation, and knowing I wouldn't stop him, had taken over. The long period of abstinence had prepared me for just about anything and he seemed to know that. Apparently, he was going to take this opportunity to try something new.
As I sank into my special place, I was aware that he was taking me to a deeper level of relaxation in what was normally a very tight opening. "Just let the sensation take over. All you have to do right now is kneel there and feel what I'm going to do to you." The way he said 'do to you' was all I needed to hear. I was his, and he was making me relax more than I ever knew I could.
He was running his fingers around the entire entry and continued ordering me to relax the muscles even though I couldn't really help it.
This extended massage had me in that place, that place I prayed would never end. He continued stretching, adding one finger at a time and running what now felt like the end of his hand around and around. Over and over he'd tell me to relax and enjoy the sensation. It wasn't long before he coned his hand and his thumb joined the fingers. He was up as far as his knuckles and for a second I had to remind myself that I trusted him more than I trusted anyone. I began to wonder if he was planning to push his entire hand inside, but then he stopped. Withdrawing his fingers, he wiped them off with a towel.
Climbing into position, he entered me in a single thrust and within a few more he groaned, filling me. He didn't last long. After doing without and then stretching me the way he had I wasn't surprised. I wondered if it was less than he'd hoped for because of my relaxed state. He remained deep inside, as was his way, finally squeezing from the base to assure that every possible drop was left inside.
He withdrew and pulled a blindfold from the top drawer of the nightstand, tying it around my eyes. He pushed my head lightly down to the mattress once more and, climbing between my legs again, he sent a finger deep inside of me once again. As before, he followed it with the rest of them and massaged me inside. This time it didn't take long to bring me to the relaxed state once again. I wished I could see what he was doing but said nothing. He continued to push his hand up to the knuckles. It had been five days since he'd touched me. I'd been instructed not to do anything about it myself. His fingers seemed to be concentrating on a single spot and then he pushed forward. The pressure of his knuckles passing through was almost painful, but the pleasure overcame the pain.
"Are you inside? Was that your whole…" and then I felt a rush, a combination of pleasure and a mental picture of Kyle reaching into me that left me slumping down, baring my ass and waiting to see what happened next.
Sitting up a second, he said, "I'm inside. How's it feel?"
"Really good. I just never knew you could… do that."
I expected him to withdraw, but he was moving around inside. Slowly I felt him push further. As he did that, I felt the strain. The thickness of his arm was too much. I was about to say something when he gently withdrew what felt like several inches. Then he pushed in again. This continued as he gently made love to me with his hand, wrist and part of his arm. The sensation had shut me up. I just kneeled there, unable to think about anything but what he was doing to me.
Seconds later, I felt it coming. I held my breath, knowing I was about to… and then I heard someone scream and as he pulled out, I realized it was me.
I took a deep breath and gasped. "That was incredible… Oh My God… I never thought…"
"Shhhh. Don't talk," he whispered. He was using a moist towel to clean me, wiping up all the lube. Climbing onto the bed, he held me to his chest, delivering tiny kisses to the temple of my head. Untying the blindfold, he turned my face to look at me. I was waiting for his words but instead he kissed me long and hard. Before long we drifted off to sleep.
*~*~*
I had classes the day before our dinner. After the last class, I did the shopping on my way home. We really couldn't afford to make this a big deal with a
standing rib roast or something like that, so I decided to make carbonara, a salad, and ice cream sundaes for desert. I set the table and managed to finish just as Kyle closed up his computer for the day.
"What's for dinner?" he asked.
In all my excitement getting ready for the following evening, I'd totally forgotten about dinner. "Sir, I totally forgot. I'm so excited about tomorrow that I was concentrating on everything being perfect. I'm so sorry."
"That's fine," he said. "Just fix us something quick and simple."
We dined on bacon and eggs that night. I was precooking the bacon anyway, so the house wouldn't smell the next day. My recipe for carbonara uses bacon as a variation on the classic.
At six o'clock the following evening, our guests began to arrive. I showed Dexter and Jake the house, making sure to show them the restraints hidden under the bed. I thought Jake's eyes were going to fall out of his head, but both of them accepted them as perfectly normal. Dexter actually commented on how handy their placement was. When the tour was over, the three of us retired to the kitchen to talk while our Doms got comfortable in the living room.
I bent over to see if the rolls were ready and Dexter slapped me across the butt. "Jake, did you see the ass on this boy when we were in the shower?"
"Not really. I was checking out the other guys. Besides, asses aren't really my thing."
"Well, I'll tell you, you could bounce a quarter off that thing."
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