by Fabian Black
“I’ve always wanted to be immortalised in fiction as a butch badass.” I teased, and kissed him.
As he slept beside me I did some communing of my own. Lifting my mobile from the bedside cabinet I sent a clutch of texts.
Hi, Jo, thought I’d let you know I’ve chucked the umbrella, I’m feeling the rain, I’m unblocked and the force is with me. Your bro, Luke.
Hi, Vicky, your prophetic wee was right about this being my year for love. I’ve pressed the switch and am no longer on standby. Tell Ian I’ve joined the ranks of the weak willed. Love, Simes.
Hi, Tony, just wanted to let you know I took the risk. It paid off. I’m engaged to the best boy in the world. Cheers, man. Simon.
Hi, Mum, how do you feel about having Dee as a son in law and appearing in the local paper as the mother of the groom? Lots of love, Simon.
Replies came back thick and fast.
From Jo: yay, about time too! I told you Dee was not your father, Luke.
From Vicky: so happy for you, crying, fucking hormones! Ian says welcome to the world of the glorious weak willed.
From Tony: at last the gay boys get it on. You were meant for each other, just like Rube and me. Love to you both from both of us.
From Mum: congratulations, so happy and so proud, son. I love you both.
When the final message was read I turned off my mobile, switched off the bedside lamp and settled down to sleep with Dee-Dee, my Dee-Dee.
Chapter Thirty-Five
So, when exactly did I fall in love with Dee-Dee? I still don’t know. I think I fell in love with him on a hundred different occasions. I’m still falling in love with him, every day, a hundred times over.
Despite us setting up home together Arthur’s Daylight Bakery doesn’t have a vacant apartment for sale beneath its roof. Dee’s apartment is where he works. He goes there each day, just as I go to my place of work. He could never sell it. It means too much to him. It’s a storehouse of memory, as well as his paintings. It was his first real home; a place where he felt wanted and loved. It’s where he goes when he needs to feel close to his beloved uncle Desmond.
We’ve discovered something new about ourselves, something surprising. We’ve both got a kinky streak after all. I think we brought it out in each other. He prefers to refer to it as the awakening of latent instincts within each of us. Every now and again we indulge in sensual spanking play in the bedroom. I’m the dominant hero charged with bringing my wayward mate to heel. He loves going over my knee for correction and I love him being there.
I smooth my hand down his back and caress his bare buttocks and thighs, my toes curling in delightful anticipation of the little whimper he’ll give when I lift my hand away. I adore the moans and gasps he makes as my hand makes contact with his bottom. I love the way his cheeks jiggle and the way he crosses and uncrosses his ankles during the course of ‘punishment.’
Of course there is no real pain in it, no unbearable sting. At the end of it there are no tears. It’s arousal spanking, designed to stimulate the nerves and the erotic senses. By the time mock discipline has been served we’ll both have rock hard erections. I’ll tumble him into bed eager to explore the sweet valley between his pretty pink knolls, first with my tongue and fingers and then my cock. Sex is never better than when shared with someone you love.
Dee says the game excites him because it reminds him that should a situation requiring real discipline ever arise, I’m adequate to the task. I’ve proved my alpha credentials and shown I’m able to take charge of my man when necessary. In that sense the game serves to fulfil his genuine psychological need for structure and security.
Our wedding ceremony is scheduled for late spring, three weeks after Tony and Ruby tie the knot and a month before Vicky and Ian plight their troth. We’re going to have a fancy cake and flowers and champagne, and Mama Mia. God help us. Dee-Dee has tracked down a DJ who specialises in Abba music for the reception. I’ve stocked up on earplugs, as well as tissues.
He doesn’t know it yet, but his hopeful passport is due to get its first outing. I’m planning a surprise ‘blue skies’ honeymoon to the Greek Islands, beginning with Skopelos where some of the scenes for ‘Mama Mia’ were filmed. I can’t wait to see his face when I tell him. Life is good.
The End
Fabian Black
D/s romance fiction
Stories about loving gay relationships
Fabian Black’s stories feature elements of consensual discipline between male partners. If you enjoy this approach to fictional relationships then please browse more of her work here on Smashwords or visit her website for more information, free reads, contests and giveaways
