Five Golden Rings

I read the note then handed it to Joey without comment.

"He wants to 'drop by'. here? to what?"

"We know one thing, he's not here for the garden tour, this is December,  he isn't selling Encyclopedia, Fuller Brushes and it's a cocksucker's bet he's not the Avon lady. He wants back in the nest, in my bed, in my ass, that's what he wants."

"I don't think......."

"No? Well I do and I'll tell you something, I'm going to let the prick fake falling in love with me; He did it once, shouldn't be difficult for him to do it again,  he thinks he knows how to do it." 

Joey was a study. I knew he'd been desperately in love with Vince all the time Vince was popping corn with me. Playing house, sleeping in my bed, fucking me. Joey, poor Joey, I loved him like a little brother or an intelligent puppy. Would do anything for me, loved me, cared for and about me but it had been Vince who'd rung his chimes, made his nuts hit the floor, turned him into a salivating, lust filled man with only one thought: Vince. But he was in the guest bedroom-had been since we were teenagers-and Vince, well, Vince was in my room and there weren't double beds. If it was going to be easy for me to let Vince "drop by" it was going to be soul shattering to Joey just to be on the same acreage. I couldn't send him away....nothing I could do. Even after Vince had broken up-via Email which isn't the way to do it-Joey still wanted him although why? He'd seen what a louse he was.

"Oh, Max, no, please no, please....." I reached out and grabbed him with my index finger which I hooked through his waist band and drew him to me. Held firmly, he reciprocated, I kissed the top of his head, gave him a squeeze, a swat on his butt, turned him loose and continued my thought.
"I'm going to let him come back, decide he loves me, make all the moves but there will be one exception, I don't love him but that's something he'll never know. How far will he go to get what he wants and, buddy, it sure as shootin' ain't me." 

I started up the spiral concrete stair case, my boot heels ringing on the rigidity of the material. Close behind me, another set of heels, Joey, following me, unhappy, concerned and, I suspected, frightened. Vince had used, and I mean that in soooooo many ways, used Joey to get to me. In short, he'd gone from the guest room to the Master's Bedroom, leaving Joey dismal and, frankly, me annoyed. My love, or whatever it was, for Vince had been very transitory so by the time he admired the monogram on my blanket cover, he was going to have to be an awfully good fuck to have any purpose to me. 

He was. He was a sexual athlete and, for me, would and did do anything. Now with his return from wherever, I hoped he'd learned some new things, I had and was anxious to try them out on someone. Certainly not Joey whom I did love, it would be too painful, even damaging. Vince was arriving at just the right moment, this was a new toy, untried, just needed someone to test fly it and the test pilot was requesting instructions for landing. 

Since we were starting on this rather formal way, I took out my hand engraved papers and wrote him a casual note saying I was interested to hear from him and, if he was going to be in the neighborhood, drop by for a drink. Just what else I didn't mention. My saliva was almost dry from loathing but I got it sealed, put out for the postal carrier and thought nothing more about it save to calculate his desire by how soon I'd have some sort of answer. 

Business was business so the next day I loaded Joey and Stu, one of my lease hounds, in the Ford 250 crew cab then headed out to look at some existing wells and see what Stu had found. I enjoyed these trips, particularly at this time of the year. Warm, really comfortable with all the extras Ford could put in a crew cab, several thermos jugs of coffee, hot chocolate and warm milk along with sealed packages of roast beef sandwiches covered in horseradish, a cooler full of good salad with several dressings and, almost as important, a hospital urinal-who wants to fumble unbuttoning your 501's in the cold while your cock freezes. Stu was a good traveling companion, knew all about the country, could tell it interestingly as well as more really dirty jokes than any traveling salesman could have thought up. 

First night we slept near a collection of wells I owned and, due to their number, I'd built a large, sturdy bunkhouse for the rough necks who worked on them. Substituted a tank for a gas station as the water supply, a device that guaranteed hot water, comfortable beds, no bunks, a full kitchen,  large gym type shower room, large generators for electricity...I was a popular employer to the confusion and consternation of some of my rivals. Their general sentiment was that a "kid" couldn't handle all this. "All this" was what my grandfather left me along with two refineries and a pipeline system that joined with another Pipeline somewhere in Eastern New Mexico. Also, I'd been hand trained by my grandfather to run "all this", and trained hard. Whipped if I fucked up and forgiven afterwards when I corrected an error. He didn't believe in "school house" learning so had one of the hands who was actually a college graduate teach me what it was thought I needed to know. Blessed with a curious mind not to mention Red, my tutor/teacher/nanny and educator in the ways that most young men never even imagine. It was a liberal education and on more than one occasion I'd been asked where I went to college. The answer, "Never did", amazed some but those who knew me and had known my grandfather were hardly surprised. When it came to family, he'd disowned most of them and took me when my folks were killed in what was ruled a murder/suicide. I loved him, whip hand and all. 

He had me emancipated when I was fourteen, he thought he was done for around then, but didn't actually croak until I was 21. The will made no friends amongst the family, they only got money and stocks, I got everything else. 

At that time of year, most roads were desolate, particularly those in the back barren prairie countrry where folks stayed in save for those few hours a day when they had to feed and water their stock. I knew some of them, leased land from them. Occasionally, we'd stop by to say Howdy, leave something I'd heard they needed and drive on. Word got around that I was a good man, young, but wild as hell but still a really fine man. One rich man who stole from other rich men and kept it. Seems about right. By now I wasn't all that young, certainly no kid but the epithet stuck even when I was 30-a kid by their standards. But one who could and did regularly fuck them over because they'd persuaded themselves, I wouldn't or couldn't. They were wrong.

Asleep in my waffle long johns and shirt, I felt someone click manacles on my ankles then hand cuffs on my wrists. Figures, someone wanted a piece of ass and found a novel way to get it. Pulling my ankles until I bent at the waist and they were about over my wrists, a short piece of chain connected the two leaving my ass available, just pull down the pants and there it was. They knew what they were doing, alright, blindfolded and gagged, nothing I could do 'cept enjoy the plowing which they did very well. When the cock was pulled it was still dripping cum, the next one stuck in and on until I'd been fucked six times; My ass was drooling lube, cum, spit...whatever had been put in me. 

That's when all the lights were turned on and six semi-naked guys, all covered with smiles, sang "Happy Birthday". Dang. I'd forgot about that. Billy, the head honcho out there, said they didn't know what to give me so they figured give me something I'd like. Oh, and five swats. That part hurt. Unlocked, beer and booze was produced, pretty much every one was naked from the waste down, it looked like a good time to me. Also, out the window I could see my truck as well as the ones belonging to the guys accumulating the first layer of snow. A click on the weather radio gave us the blizzard warning which meant no one went out save one crew, in a sort of converted all terrain jeep, to check the wells. Couldn't stop 'em, too fucking difficult to stop then start as well as too dangerous. The over flow  from the collection tanks disposed of by a firm that specialized in that. Only thing that could be helpful and done was to "elect" one fucker to go out and turn all the vehicles so their windshields were facing the wind. Doesn't seem logical and it may not be much help but when the wind was as strong as it was, snow blew up and over and only when the wind died was there any accumulation on the glass. We decided whoever had the shortest cock would go as it was the  least likely to be frozen.  Tim won but only by comparison was he short dicked. Next to Stu, who sported something that sounded longer if measured in the Metric system, Tim was at least six centimeters shorter. We got him all bundled up-kinda like the kid in the Christmas movie who's got so much cold weather shit on him he can hardly walk and can't get his arms down. Someone must have gingered him cuz he was back in like twenty minutes, even remembered to bring all the keys.

By now I was good and hard so plunked down on a table, spread my legs and said that whoever finally couldn't get anything out of me was in deep shit. The line formed, first one kneeled down and swallowed it whole. 

I lasted through three but that was it. The remaining guys could work on each other, I was off to the shower to get them out of me. Some of the guys joined me, they, too, were bleeding the white blood of manhood. God bless that 50,000 gallon tank buried deep enough not to freeze with the connecting pipes well insulated. 

Those who needed to, made a dash for their vehicles bringing in whatever was in them that wouldn't do well in temperatures that would finally drop down to near 10.

The next day, late, past noon, things got to the point where we could get out so loaded up and headed onto roads that were more dangerous because ditches that lined the road, lumps, torn up shit had gotten on the road and couldn't be easily seen. If you didn't believe that Ford did build tough trucks, you weren't with us that day. Stu drove as the knew the country and where the road might be. Mighty quiet in the cab until we came to an  intersection with a paved road as well as cars going both ways. Took a minute to make the turn,  coming  up a steep incline off a washboard road requires finesse as much as the eight cylinders and about 430 in horsepower. It was not a quick trip home but one we found ourselves forced to make  the trip as every motel, flop house, hotel,  bed and breakfast we passed was full. Not to mention the great numbers of vehicles on the side of the road abandoned by owners who only wanted to get some place warm leaving AAA and God to settle the rest of the mess. 

Home! Fuckin' A. Okay, so it's three in the morning, we are all washed out, tuckered out and just old fashioned exhausted. Gave Stu one of the guest rooms, Joey went off to his and, Surprize!!, someone was sleeping in my bed. Vince. Good thing I'd taken off my boots-and every thing else, so he never heard me open and then close the door. I'd forgot that he was a heavy sleeper-you could and Joey and I had-double fucked him without rousing or arousing him. Wasn't the night I wanted to be alone not to mention warm. There are some bodies that provide comfort and warmth, others that just provide sex, muscle and shaved parts. I slipped into Joey's room, he was already just about to get into bed, told him who was sleeping in my bed and, for now, if he didn't mind, I'd bunk in with him. The light in his sleepy eyes, said I could sleep there forever. Maybe, just maybe, his "romance" with Vince was on the downhill slope, the one with a black diamond. 

Knowing how we couldn't wake him, bothering him wasn't even a consideration, so Joey and I slipped in, got all the clothes I'd need, my good boots, my office going suits, my better hats and the best boots to wear to the aforesaid office. Didn't bother with underwear, didn't wear it, 'cept an occasional jock of the push up and out variety, under boots, all you needed was a pair of Hanes best athletic socks, you were set. It took two trips mainly because the suits, shirts and fancy informal sport coats and such were on hangers. As we made our last trip out, Vince flopped over, let go a fart that made me wish I'd been holding a match near his ass, and continued the sleep of the dead. regrettably, he was still alive.

Took us longer to hang up, put away, store in the bathroom all my shit so, by the time we actually piled in, sleeping on the carpet would have seemed a perfectly acceptable alternative. Well, almost. I took Joey in my arms, held him close, reminded him, this was hardly the first time to make this statement, that I loved him and had since, well, when he went to high school and I was being broken in as a rough neck on the wells. He believed that, Vince or no Vince but did that stop his lusting after that turd, no but that meant nothing to me. We weren't, probably never would be, "partners" in the contemporary sense of the word, but he was like a relative you actually liked. In the dark, in the warmth I heard my muffled voice say, "Aw Fuck, Joey, get up and go lock the door." 

Juanita, my housekeeper, friend, IT person, carpenter, plumber, garden expert....she could do a lot of things let us say, was not surprised to get a late call on the intercom. Okay, it was nearly noon but we'd been through hell and now needed coffee, lots, food, whatever she had on hand and, for Joey, orange juice. She said she'd bring her key as she figured the door was locked. That's why she'd worked for my grandfather and was part of what I inherited from him. Some days, she was worth more to me than any six of my better producing wells. A day like this for example. She had news that, she said, wasn't going to make me happy, Vince somehow got the keys to the 'Vette and was off and gone. Working for my grandfather had turned her, even as a young girl, into a serial curser; I no longer heard it but guests were often taken aback when she would say something  like, "Hey, cocksucker, you want the roses pruned?"

Back in bed, Joey resumed snuggling against me saying that he was awful glad that I didn't go in for all that manscaping shit; He liked the hair on my chest and parts South, not to mention the long 'tail of red and blond hair that went halfway down my back. I used to point out to him that where I caught it up and tied it with a tight winding of a leather lace, was a guide line as to where to put my hat. Joey, who was still as hairless as the day he was born, accentuated that by having a burr cut, which I did sometimes, couldn't have been easier and looked good on him. Five inches shorter than me, well, that still made him above average as I was, easy, almost six five without my boots, he looked very masculine, which was just fact, rather like retired military who couldn't let some of the past go away. My momentary thought was to duck under the covers and prove my affection by sucking him off but....Juanita would barge in, she'd seen every version and perversion of male sex performance to the extent that she was an apt critic of performance and the aesthetics of it.

I almost went back to sleep but stopped just where memories of things past were big. I smiled when I thought about taking it six times in the ass, not to mention coming three times to three different men realizing it was one of the best birthday presents I'd ever had. Joey, who was awake and restless but wouldn't leave me, rolled over, pressed his back against mine-where there was no hair-and relaxed into being my man. 

The door flew open, all the lights went on and, bleary eyed, I knew that Juanita and food had arrived. "Okay, shit for brains, here's what you wanted." She plunked the tray on the bed causing an empty mug and some other dishes to bounce onto the blanket cover-I had Joey's initials on it. 

While I filled mugs with brew, handing one to my bed mate, she asked if I wanted the latest. Whether I did or not made no difference. She plunked herself down on the end of the bed and asked if I'd seen the dick head. Told her that, that, yeah, I'd seen a lump in my bed that I took to be Vince when we'd grabbed all my things and, as of now, I was bunking in with Joey. She knew that I knew, and also that a very expensive car was now in the hands of an unlicensed driver. She pulled a piece of paper from a big pocket on her oversize apron, handed it to me along with a pen and told me to sign it, I did only idly wondering , aloud, what it was. Seems she'd hit the phone when Vince and the 'Vette hit the street and called Fletcher, my attorney. He'd faxed out a neat one page statement saying Vince effectively was driving a stolen car as I'd given him no permission to take it or use it, (I wondered if Fletch could rustle up an injunction preventing him from sleeping in my bed but didn't push the matter.)

Putting the paper back in her pocket-I knew she'd fax it back to Fletch's office-she announced she was going to make a dinner composed of all the things he hated and, she promised, he'd get a "special" plate straight from the kitchen. My only question was to wonder if it would be flammable-Vince smoked anywhere and at all times. She brightened, "hadn't thought of that. Guys, you have a good afternoon, get showered, shaved and don't come down until the cocktail hour and, both of you, better look sharp. "
"Okay, Beau Brummel...." and threw a muffin at the door. She flipped it open, "missed, cocksucker" and closed it. Joey locked it then crawled back to bed, careful not to spill too much. 

It was a leisurely meal. We both discovered that all those hours in the truck, comfortable as it was, got confining particularly when you're on your nerves about the road, the weather....we'd both stiffened up. The answer to that? Massage. Over the many years we'd learned how to effectively rub each other plus paying a professional masseur to come by and give us some lessons. Were we better or as good as he was? No  but we were fucking better than anyone who says, "Honey, let me rub your neck, you look all twisted up in knots." Joey kept a real massage table in one of the huge walk in closets as well as all the supplies our masseur buddy said we'd need. To make up for the loss of business, we bought all the supplies we used from him, referred him to friends, even let Juanita get a rub down, not a full, no clothes massage. That was my idea, After  it was over she floated into dinner carrying two plates but there was no food. It was a stupid question but I asked how it had gone and tried to look at once interested and innocent, Cocksucker, I want that man again, what he did to my clit postponed woman's curse and made me want to fuck him. You want me to stick around" - it never occurred to me she'd leave - "have him drop in every so often and I'll take the day off."

I didn't see Mick for several weeks and, when I did, was hesitant to ask how things might have gone fully anticipating either being punched out or claiming rape. It went the other way. Neither of them were what I would describe as latent heterosexuals and when he got to the point where she put him on the table, I knew as much as was necessary to know.

Back in Joey's room I had him on the table, covered from the waist down while I oiled and worked on his shoulders, back, neck and head. In the distance there was the sound of a car hitting trash cans and I figured I'd have to lie to the insurance company as to how that happened. Thoughtfully, Juanny had turned off the cable, the phone and the intercom in my room so, as Vince passed the silent door to Joey's room, he was prepared to sit down, haul out a beer-or two-and watch 'the game'.

But there was no joy in Mudville, the television didn't work, the phone seemed to be on the fritz as well as the intercom. He must have been pissed as I heard him stalk past Joey's room, said something about me, probably vulgar and went down the stairs to see if some television somewhere worked. Funny thing, you can tell a man wearing boots, no matter how worn they were, from a man in shoes. Helped sometimes. 

We'd swapped and Joey was working on me-when we got to the front side, given all that oil-we always jacked each other off. Soothing and, of course, the table supported two guys, slippery as sin, fucking was like sliding on warm, moist ice. Only it was Joey and me and it felt real good. Back in the oversize bathroom, we wrapped up in bath sheets to let the last oiling make our skin glow, soft to the touch (that's what it said on the label) found some comfortable chairs in the end of his room which was more of a sitting room, flicked on the TV and got into the game. But not very far. It seemed real familiar.....also, Elway was quarterback for Dallas....fuck a rerun of something like, "Greatest Games Ever Played." Snapped that off and looked at each other.

I was having a sentimental moment about Joey so I picked him up, took him to bed and, fuck the oil, Juanita existed to solve that sort of problem, told him we were going to take a long nap-after the day before, some tiredness still existed. Stripped the sheets off , oil and all, slid, almost literally, into bed. Never done that, felt good, the oil warmed up and we slept......

When Juanny spoke, everyone listened but especially the residents of my home as she had the power and the capacity to make life unpleasant. When she said "look sharp" that's what she meant and that's what we were. She'd inspected us before pouring out a stiff one for all three of us; Hers was gone in a gulp, Joey and I actually got some ice and branch water. 

I could hear the 'Vette which meant that shortly we'd have the pleasure (sic) of his company. He'd have to get past Juanny-I could hear the yelling and the scuffle while she got back the keys and, I could tell, did a mean pat frisk to make sure no copies had been made.

The scene when he opened the door was worthy of any fine gentleman's magazine. Good fire, crystal chandelier glinting as were the sterling silver toe caps  and heel covers on my black  heavily shined calf skin boots Above  that  was a pair of custom made suede pants that had a very wide laced front, also in black.  Depending on how tightly they were laced, you could see my cock and balls save for today as I was sporting a penis shaped  silver holder that snapped over my prick as well as a silver mesh bag that held my balls. Both were attached to my silver cock ring. I'd done it with Vince in mind, hope he appreciates it.  Two inch high belt with my initials in 22kt gold on the buckle. White cowboy shirt, pearl snaps and black eagles on the shoulders the wings of which went down my back and chest. Joey had black Croc boots, black 501's,  filled the bulge nicely, topped by a Russian Submariner Sailors shirt, black and white striped with a wide boat neck. 

To the observer, Vince, it looked cozy, drinks, I was reading the Wall Street Journal while Joey was on the floor, between my legs, holding one suede covered leg while leaning against it holding a drink and watching the local news. 

There was a silence while, probably, he waited for one or both of us to acknowledge him. Finally he came toward us, leaned over with the intention of kissing me. I turned the page and he kissed the back of it. Joey looked up. "Oh, hey Vince, when did you get in?"
"Uh, just now, put the car in the garage."
To be conversational I told him not to drive it again. I could see him almost ask how he was to get around but backed off that one.
"Get a drink?"
"Sure, you know where the liquor is, probably ice in the bucket or beer in the little fridge."
Joey and I watched the news, the paper fell to the floor. Vince lit up and I stopped him.
"No more smoking in the house, not even the garage or by the pool or on the driveway."
"I've always smoked here...."
"My home, my rules, stub it out and that's it for the house and the other places."
"Well that's fucked, Jesus Max, I'd screw you and you'd lay there looking cross eyed while I lit up,. What's the deal?"
"The deal is after you left, sending an email announcing your departure, it took a long time to get the smell of smoke out of my clothes, the furniture, everywhere there was fabric was the acrid odor of your butts and that's not going to happen."

He tried to make nice, down pedal, put a smile on his face. "Come on, Max, what's wrong with my favorite guy, can't I even get a kiss? I'm good at that, remember?"
"You were good at lots of things, kissing was just one of them. Got any new talents?"
"Max, why the fuck are you being such a hardass, remember me? Vince? Your fuck  buddy?"
I stood up causing Joey to lurch on his side, "Okay, kiss me."
That was when he caught the full wonder of my front lacings. Out of either habit or curiosity, he put his hand on my crotch and was surprised to find there was no "give", it was all solid silver.
I let him hold on for a moment still trying to figure out what was wrong. He could see the hair and very small bit of treasure trail but no cock and balls.
"I put them in a safety deposit box."
He just looked at me. "Who has the key?"
"Son?"
"Yeah Dad, key's right here.?"
He pulled a silver chain that was attached to a belt loop and up came the key dangling on the end.
"Dad? You've got to be shitting me. That man is your age, not some kid."
Joey spoke up. "Well, he's been better than a father to me so Dad seems about right, cocksucker."

He wasn't completely stupid and figured to follow that one down a rabbit hole was not a good idea.

I grabbed his hand at the wrist pulled it from my crotch and squeezed. "No"
"Jeezz, Max what's the deal? You like me to strip you."
"Not before dinner and not in my living room."

He took the moment to get both his hands, grabbed my face and pulled it to his. This was what I had waited for, him to make the move that would prove he could get me back. He was a good kisser and it took a couple of minutes for him to not only French me, but run one hand over my ass and almost under where he knew he could massage my prostate. He satisfied himself I was his and relaxed into a position that could have been indicative of being my lord and master save that he wasn't but...why "to the marriage of true minds admit impediment"? He agreed with himself and that was just fine.

The heavily paneled pocket doors slid into the walls and there was the dinning room, glittering with silver and gold. My grandparents had a table that seated 24 but I found 12 to be a better size, more intimate. There was an oval, crystal chandelier above the table which was all the light the room needed. In fact,  to make it more "romantic" I pushed the button under the table that was a kind of rheostat which turned down the lights from high noon to just before sunset. Juanita came through the door and turned the lights back up from her panel on the wall. 

She was pulling a trolley on which were three domed dishes. Each of us got one and I, surreptitiously, looked at Vince's to see if I could spot a skull and cross bones.
"Eat up while it's hot, seconds if you want 'em just shout." Without one foul word left the room. That alone told me to keep my shootin' iron close-it was, on a rim built under the table. Fact is, lots of things were there. 

Vince, never one to appreciate a gesture to provide a nice setting, lifted the lid and sniffed the food. "What is this shit?"
"The locals call it either supper or dinner. Want to trade, I've got the same thing."
Joey and I started with the knives and forks while Vince just dragged the tines of his fork through it.
"Steak is perfect, Dad."
"Yep, fuck, Hey, Juanny, where's the damn sauce."
A minute or so later she pushed the door open and lobbed a bottle of Worchestshire up and over me which I managed to catch before it broke on the surface of the table or hit the wide blue band on a Tiffany plate.
"Any one else?" Joey stuck his hand in the air and I tossed it to him.

Vince finally started eating. "Jesus, I hate Broccoli."
"You and former President Bush but, as he said, now I'm President and I don't have to eat it. It's under melted cheese, probably Velveeta, you can choke that down."

Juanny brought in the wine goblets as well as a bottle of Nederburg Cabernet.
"I never heard of this kind. What's wrong with Gallo?"
"Nothing, but this is a favorite a mine so drink it. Came from South Africa."
Socrates drinking his hemlock did so with more enthusiasm than Vince and his wine.

Joey was quietly watching the developing dynamic, wondering where his place would be and he knew, as he knew me, there would be one. I looked at him and smiled.
"You're looking sharp this evening, kiddo."
"Thanks, Dad, you're a hunka man yourself. Isn't he Vince."
"Uh, yeah, sure, I could fuck him right now here on the table."
"Don't. For one, you don't have the key to my silver cabinet and two, you couldn't unlace these britches if your tried. Done with Shibari knots."
"I don't get it. Shi whatsy knots?"
"Japanese artistic rope bondage, you should  see Dad and me, hanging side by side, twelve feet in the air, no way to move, everything tied down. Really something to see."
Vince didn't really take that in.
"If you're interested, we could show you sometime." I said it very pleasantly, almost like an invitation to a good party, one he'd enjoy.
"Yeah, sure, sometime." He went to chewing wads of food. Salad was coming out his mouth.
I will say this, it was far from Juanny's best ever meal but I'm sure she had a purpose, whether I knew it or not, she didn't care. I would know when I needed to.

The next bit of dialogue was for Vince's benefit though it's doubtful he realized that. The up side was that I could see Joey losing whatever vestige of fascination he ever had.
"Dad....?"
"Yeah, what's up, son?"
"It's that time of the year, Christmas. Anything you'd like in particular?"
I thought about that and decided that my answer would have no relevance to  the question but would go to setting up a snare for later.
"Well, I've got you, son, that's about all a man could ask for. A son by his side, warm in his bed, a real good fuck and suck partner..."\
He almost blushed. My love for him wasn't often displayed and was more meaningful as it was said in front of someone else-who probably didn't want to hear it. He wanted me back but cracking the wall that seemingly existed between his old lover and his old lover's new boy/son was going to be difficult.
"Serious, think of something.....something you don't have.'
Vince picked the wrong moment to join the conversation. "Fuck, what doesn't he have? Look at this place, a fucking palace. Kid, just stick your dick up his ass and tell him you wanted to tie a bow on his cock."

Juanny, who had been listening, came through the door right on cue and announced dessert. Joey and I smiled. I don't know what Vince did, I didn;'t look at him. She had her cart and removed one dish and replaced it with another. "Want me to dump some Brandy on 'em and light them up?"
Vince couldn't resist and, again, it was horrible timing. "Didn't he tell you, no smoking in the house."

There was a long period of silence while Joey and I ate our floating island, one of my favorites, while Vince tasted it, put his spoon down and, once again...."What is this? Baby food? Christ I'm going out to that kitchen and find something a man can eat.:" And left for the kitchen. Joey and I stopped mid spoon and listened to see what might come next. What was next was Vince dripping in floating island, there must have been seconds. He stalked off toward, I suppose, my/his room to clean up probably to stay there and pout. I wonder if he'd found the little bar I'd had put in there and, as a welcoming present, had the television turned back on. 

Juanny appeared from the kitchen. "Okay, it was a shitty dinner...:" she was on the ragged edge of laughter..."but he's now carrying a load of that shit they give you when you want to lose weight that blows up in your stomach so you can't shit and you can't eat although you want to, want to bad. Joey and I laughed, stood up and embraced her. It was the sort of move that embarrassed her but she liked it none the less. "Aw shit, tweren't nothing any Mom would do for her kid when he was too big for his britches. You two oughta think of something to make his situation....more real...." 

"Max, do you think he'll,.....:"
"He'll  be fine once it wears off but we won't bother to tell him, least ways, not until we've given him our own style of enema.:" Knowing what I was going to do I laughed. I pulled Joey close to me and we sauntered back into the lounge where we'd been. Someone had kept the fire going nicely, turned out most of the lights and thrown some big lounging pillows on the floor. Also, a silver footed tray with two Brandy balloons, four kinds of brandy and a brandy warmer with the light blue flame already lit.
We settled down, no way I could loosen my britches but the suede had a lot of give. Unbuttoned all but one snap on my shirt and pulled off Joey's sailor's T shirt. His nipples in the fire light looked especially tasty, so much so that I rolled him on his back and licked his chest leading up to a major nipple work over.  He looked so happy, relaxed....closed his eyes and enjoyed the attention. I had a free hand which unbuttoned his Levis giving me access to all his man parts. With one hand encompassing his ball sack and another working on his chest, we were happy. 

"I like calling you Dad" he said quietly and shyly. I put my mouth over his left tit and sucked until it rose and I could close my jaw on it. There was a quiet moan,  then another. Hated to dirty his pants but I just couldn't resist giving him a quick jerk. We knew each other so well, he came almost immediately knowing this was just a playful thing. I'd make better use of his cock later. He pulled away from me just a bit and pulled off his boots and his pants. By the color of sun put out by the fire, his white skin shone like Apollo ready to cross the sky. He rolled back and put my hand on his balls again. "Okay Dad, enjoy yourself.....:" I knew I would. One last thing to tell him before we lost track of other things. "Son, tonight we're gonna slip in and double fuck Vince, just like we did before.....Like that idea?"
I guess he did as he felt like he could shoot again while he raised his head and kissed me. 

It took some doing, more than it had to get into  that rig, but Joey finally got me peeled, the silver coverings unlocked and removed, the suede made a good covering for some chair pillows, we had the blankets, the fire and when we finished playing with each other, it was easily time for a Brandy, but the way we did it. I picked out a good English brandy, took a smaller, wider mouthed glass, filled it and we took turns dipping our balls in it and then sucking off the strong liquor. Best way to drink. Shame you couldn't use your cock like a straw and suck some up but...you can't have everything. He'd pour some in the cavity on my sternum between my breast and lap it up. I liked licking his balls so kept with that one. Finally pushed the tray away, rolled into each other, got the pillows arranged and lay there, happy and sleepy and lusting over the fucking Vince was going to get later.

Must have been around two when I woke up. Fire was just embers, somebody, well, Juanny, had cleared away the brandy, made sure we were well covered and left us to each other. I rolled over to get as close to the fire as possible and stretched. Felt so good, rolled over and did it the other way. Up on my knees and let my cock and balls sort of grill for a moment, did the arms over the head stretch, reached over and started Joey on the way to wakefulness. Good thing we were already undressed for what we were going to do next. On my knees I waddled behind him, got him up facing the warmth from the fire then rubbed his neck, his shoulders, his back.
"Uhmmm. Feels good. Anything you want before we....."
"Hell no, I want us fully primed and we're gonna cover our bet just to make sure we are. Come on, time to go upstairs and pick up some things." I quick kissed him, got one back then headed up the stairs. Odd not to hear our boots. Apparently Juanny had also collected our clothes and they'd gone to the laundry or back up to our room. No need to worry about them.

Like him or loathe him I knew him pretty well. I was planning on his deep sleep to give us just the brief advantage we'd need to slide in, get on the bed, cuff him, hogtie him and then get to business. By the time I was preparing the path with an extra large cock plug covered in very slippery stuff, he was only beginning to come around. The room was dark and, of course, he wasn't expecting anything. I left him ungagged for just then as I really wanted a running commentary from him. 

Why not, I thought and added a second, slimmer plug to join the one already there. That brought him around.
"Jesus fuck, man, that hurts."
"It's supposed to. Only question now is whether to add a third. I want you nice and open for us."\
"Us? Who's with you?"
"Joey, who else? I  could Juanny if you wanted but she wouldn't add much."
"What the shit are you doing? Jesus, just fuck me and get it over with, a man needs his sleep."

I grabbed both plugs and suddenly pulled them out. That got a yelp.
"Okay son, he's all yours. Got that, uh, tool ready, the one we talked about?"
"Yep, all ready."

Of course what felt like Joey's tool was in fact a really well made dildo that, unless you saw it, felt like the real thing. Then there were the wires that came out the end and led to a control I held in my hand.
"How's that feeling son?"
"Great, but he's not very interested...."
"Really, well....that's too bad, just needs to be warmed up a bit." And I gave the control dial a swift rise to more than half way then backed it down."
Good thing he was tied down, or he might have hurt himself. Time for more. We each added a pad to a nipple and led the wires back to the control. Just to test them out, I gave all three points a bump up. Guess they were working, he didn't scream but close to it.
Next up, his cock but....done from the inside using an electrified sound held in my a cock cage. I thought I heard somebody say, "B-4" well, that spelled BINGO to me and I gave all four points of attachment a burp. I was pleased that his screams, what we could hear of them, were turning to agony not anger.

Keeping him neatly bound we pulled the dildo from his ass and started the somewhat difficult task of the double fuck. At least he would know it was us and not what had just been removed. As anyone who's done this knows, it's a matter of first one and then the next. Joey and I were well suited to do this for, once I was deeply in, he could sit between me and Vince and squeeze in on top of me. We hadn't practiced this but we quickly developed a one in one almost out rhythm that not only had him groaning with pleasure but was setting us up for a double shot of thick, white man milk. Probably bubble over the top due to spatial arrangement but who cared. 

We rode him, slow and easy for about thirty minutes, then finished ourselves off in a show of pleasure that had me clutching Joey's nipples and biting into his neck. We had talked about this, briefly, and popped out at the same time. Took a minute, we were tired, but the wired dildo went back in and to keep his mind occupied, I did a round robin of shots to the various areas on him. Turned it back a little, hit the equivalent of autopilot while the two of us quickly showered, dried down, laid back down on the end of the bed, first setting an alarm, then napped for half an hour. Restorative.

It was time for a demonstration of what he'd heard about, seen and now it was his turn. The nice part about Shibari knotting is that once you have the person to be done secured, their protests, even trying to undo what was being done is useless. I cheated and got the book that I'd been given as we were taught but...I wanted this to be a thing done well which meant expertise which I didn't specifically possess. But I could follow directions, yes I could. Plus, having Joey to hand, tie, move, cut, etc made things move along, if not quickly, than at least at a faster pace. 

The first major step was to get him hanging giving me better and quicker access. As he should have remembered, my bed though very comfortable for sleeping, had been made for me by a dungeon furniture manufacturer in Florida. For that it looked, and slept, like a perfectly ordinary bed, the frame and almost all the parts were steel. Tie downs, chains, hooks, all manner of things were attached including a pulley system that could-and had- lifted two thousand pounds. Vince was no problem at all. First thing was to drain him so a catheter was inserted into his bladder along with a bag that lay on the bed and forced him to piss whenever he had urine. Working from a design in my head I concocted a twisted rope spreader that went between his knees then drew his ankles close to each other and, Voila, the cocksucker was on the road to what he would be. 

Joey was in awe and, when he wasn't occupied, put an arm around me, his head going on my back. I'd reach back and pat his butt until I felt he needed more from me than a touch of affection. I paused working on Vince, stopped to blow Joey, then got back to work. With the catheter still in, I began to create a cock made of rope over which went several more layers of rope; You could not have fucked anything with a piece that big, probably have trouble getting it up if it weren't so tightly tied. Doing a bit of quick macramé, I whipped up a pair of balls that could have been part of a harvesting machine to compliment the cock from hell. 

His arms were, like his legs, spread at the elbows but the hands were roped into his waist which was made proportionately larger by the use of a length of small hawser. True, some of this was not traditional Shibari but I felt adhered to the spirit if not the precision. It was coming along nicely, not quite finished but I wanted to do the last part by myself. I pushed the button and he went up to the point that his legs were at eye level and were tied in an argyle sort of pattern then forcing his feet into a wide V they were blended in to the legs. 

Juanny, who knew what was up, brought a large container filled with liquid that was, in fact, the sort of nourishment astronauts are sometimes given, nutritious if not particularly tasty, the calories and other components plus the water base, could easily sustain life for...well, as long as the body was kept nourished. We could force feed him, and I did, using an NG tube that went through his nose and down to his stomach. When food wasn't being administered, there was a clip that closed it and could be opened for subsequent feedings. My cock got rock hard and I vowed not to touch it until I was finished. 

His mouth had a rope gag that could be moistened from time to time but his eyes, I left wide open, I wanted him to see what was happening and how much of a participant he was even without his actually doing anything.  With Vince hung out to "cure" as it were, I took Joey and made him whip my solid cock until the top bled. Even then the hatred and revenge in me would not loosen my member. I put on the electrical cock sound, turned it up until I screamed in pain and ecstasy, then fucked Joey until he bled as well. Exhaustion fell on us like an avalanche we hadn't noticed so we slept, my hot tang still up his ass and still hard. 

We woke up when Juanny stepped on us on her way to force feeding Vince. It had been hours during which I'd finally softened up and fallen from Joey. The sheets were a cartoon of Jackson Pollack, all done in red drips and stripes on white; I planned to save it, perhaps have it framed and hung in one of the larger rooms downstairs. Feeding done, I shooed everyone out for the final push.

In a way I was sorry my final creation was in my bedroom for it would have been so much better in the library, near the fire, where Joey and I spent a lot of time. It probably could be done but that was a task that required more help then I had on hand plus some technical skills. And then it hit me. Took only a quick call to the bunkhouse and a brief explanation before three guys were on their way bringing tools that they'd need. I cued Juanny to whip up something with as much nutrition as possible and make it all so that it carried water, as much as it would absorb. It was going to take the men a good piece of time to get to me, they had to pick up some additional things that, I felt, would add immeasurable. Alone with Vince in the room, I explained that all this was payback for what he'd done to Joey, leading him on to get to me. Being an ass in general and a burr under my saddle blanket. I knew precisely why he'd come back and precisely why and how he was going to leave. I suggested that in a perfect world I would apologize for what had been done not to mention what I was going to do but.....no. He was lucky I hadn't taken him out, tied him to a rocker arm, cut some blood openings and let our animal friends finish the job. Cut down, he'd be found somewhere, the victim of an accident from which he could not save himself. And left him hanging there until the guys got here and we could complete the job.

Billy came in the bedroom and almost rolled on the floor with laughter as did the other two guys. They hauled up the stairs some equipment plus the things I'd have them get along the way. Then I explained my plan which, I must say, left them awestruck. They got to work while I grabbed some clothes and my boots and went around the house telling everyone to stay out of my library until summoned later that day or early evening. 

We assembled everything, including Vince, downstairs, I closed and locked the doors, suggested that  a bit of eggnot which, just then I didn't have but could supply Bourbon or rum or whatever. We all sat down, made our plan, had another drink then went to work. 

Six hours later I got on the intercom and invited everyone to come to my library for a special treat. I had closed the doors so when they were opened there was a gasp. Shibari, electric lights, tinsel, ornaments and certain other elements had turned Vince into a Christmas Tree. Quite a fine looking one. I'd tied him to replicate the shape, the guys had got him downstairs and now he hung from a light covered rope, gleaming in the fire and the spot lights that shone on him.

Starting from the top, a large gold ring made an wholly inappropriate halo, an even bigger gold ring now was a cock ring and, from the head of his gigantic dick, all lit and hung with ornaments, another gold ring. 

Juanita, no slouch she, had been counting and said, "Hey, there are only four rings, that cocksucker should five golden rings. Where's the fifth, stuffed up his butt?

I turned to Joey, put an arm around him, fumbled in my crotch-for the occasion I was wearing a jock-and produced a black velvet box.
He took it in his hands and looked at me.
I smiled at him, "Open it."
He did and there was a magnificent gold ring made as a hexagon. "Look inside."
After reading it, he pulled my shirt around him and started to cry. It had said....."For Joey Whom I Love More Than Life. Max"
Juanny in an almost quiet voice said, "Put it on, son."

Laughter, applause, kisses, hugs, it was a great Christmas party even if it wasn't exactly Christmas and through it all hung a beautiful Vince knowing he was what he was in real life, an ornament that can be disposed of after their usefulness is gone.