Lost Lover Found

The doorbell startled me. It was late, I was almost ready to turn in, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. I checked the door camera, and frowned in surprise. Unlocking the door, I smiled. “Mike Charters, good grief, what brings you here? And at this time of night!”

“Hello, Skip.” He smiled, fidgeting nervously with his rucksack at his feet. “Can I come in?”

“Of course.” I stepped back. “What on earth brings you here?”

Passing me, he dropped the bag and turned as I shut the door to my apartment and locked it. “Um, you do, actually.”

“Me?” I indicated the livingroom. “Go on in. You look as if you could use something to drink and some food.” I paused. “What do you mean, I brought you here?”

Dropping the rucksack, he turned to face me, a strange expression on his face. “This is what I mean.”

He stepped close, his arms wrapping round my waist as his lips sought mine. Clumsily, he planted his kiss on my mouth. After a moments surprised hesitation, I responded, my arms slipping round his waist, drawing him closer and feeling his hard arousal as my lips returned his kiss. “I think we’d better discuss this properly, don’t you?”

Sighing, he whispered, “I love you, Skip. I’ve spent the last three years dreaming of this, and the last six months trying to find you. Will you let me stay with you? Let me show you how much you mean to me? I cried for weeks after you left the troop — and then you were gone from the city as well.” He gulped. “I went round to your flat, but you were gone, and no one knew where you’d moved to.”

I gave him a lingering kiss, my own desire welling up as I felt his pressed against my crotch. Good grief, I’d been forced to leave my post as a scoutmaster when someone had ‘outed’ me as Gay, and then sent photos of me in my fetish gear at a club gathering to my employer and the scout organisation. Of course it had hit the papers, and they’d had a field day, despite the fact I’d never laid a finger on any of the boys in my care, nor, despite recognising the signs in two or three of them, had any intention of doing so. And now here was Michael, of age, evidently having left his own home, telling me he’d been looking for me ever since I’d left our home town.

“No, I didn’t tell anyone where I was going for a damned good reason, Michael. You probably heard some of the things people were saying about me. I didn’t want any of that to follow me.” Gently I held him. “How’d you find me?”

He grinned. “If I tell you, can I stay?”

I laughed, remembering the mischievous kid who’d always somehow managed to be the patient if we needed a demonstration model in first aid. The shy one of the pair of twins, the one whose mischievous streak was always just beneath the surface in any games. “You can stay whether you tell me or not. Now, maybe we better have something to drink, and you better have something to eat while we talk. Then we better see about sleeping arrangements.”

Grinding his hard on against mine, he nibbled my ear. “I hope you mean to take me to your bed and have your wicked way with me before we sleep!”

“First, we have a drink, you get something to eat — besides that — and we have a talk,” I said. “And you’re going to tell me where your family is, why -- besides what you've already said — you’re here.” Hugging him gently, I continued, “You’re running away from them, aren’t you?”

Resting his head on my shoulder, he sighed. “Yes. But it’s a long, long story.”

“We’ve plenty of time. Sit down, and I’ll get you something to eat. Then we can talk.”

Releasing me reluctantly he nodded. “Okay.”

“Won’t be long.” I ducked into the kitchen and quickly grabbed a couple of beers, then cut some bread and made a sandwich. Putting everything onto a tray, I carried it back to where he sat, perched on the edge of the sofa and looking nervous. “Here you go. Now we can talk.”

It was a long story, first his father had committed suicide and he’d come home to find him dead. Then, a year later, he’d “come out” to his twin, David, and that had sparked a family upset. It had also seen him kicked out of the scouts, but his twin had left in protest as well. Then with school now complete, he’d had to consider his future. University was now out of the question — his father’s suicide had been triggered by financial problems — and his interest in ‘normal’ work was almost zero. 

“So how did you find me?” I asked. “I did my best to get right away and to cut all ties with everything and everyone back in the Bay.”

“It was tough, but I figured somebody must know. Then I thought of checking the voter rolls.” He grinned. “And I found someone in the council that, um, wanted some, um, fun and could access the private rolls nationally.” He looked down. “He gave me some suggestions and tracked down your forwarding address. After that, I checked the phone books and …”

“Was he rough?” I asked gently.

“Yeah. A bit. He liked threesomes, so I got kebabed a lot.” Meeting my eye, he held it. “But it was worth it. I’ve found you.” He grimaced. “And I’d do it again if I had to. It was worth every fucking he wanted.”

Slowly I nodded. “You did, and you needn’t do it again unless you really want to. But, have you thought about the fact I might already have a steady partner? Or that we might not suit each other?” I saw the alarm in his face and reached for his hand. “I haven’t, but there’s a whole lot you don’t know about me, Mike, and you might not be happy with it when you do know.”

Damn, the youngster looked on the verge of tears. His face pale, he stared at me.

Standing, I said, “Come with me, it’s easier if I just show you something.” Leading him to the spare bedroom, I unlocked it and pushed the door open. “This is why I had to leave Bayport. A lot of folk there really didn’t like knowing that they had a Gay Rubber Bondage fetishist living in their midst.”

Staring at my rack of latex gear, then at the variety of restraints, harnesses, hoods and other items suspended from hooks, or hangers, and the rubber restraint table, the sling and the sets of stocks, he gasped. “Oh wow.” He let out a sigh, and turned to me, his hand seeking mine. “You never wondered why I always wanted to be the demo patient in First Aid? You thought this might scare me off?” His arms were round me before I could move, his mouth seeking mine. “I love you, Skip, and now I know we were meant to be together!”

Returning his kiss, I held him in my arms. “Well, you better count on wearing a lot of that sometimes. Now, two things. First, I haven’t been “Skip” for a very long time. My name’s Pat and I want you to use it. Got it? Second, it’s late, I have to work tomorrow, and I think we’re both going to want to do something about being horny before we sleep, so …”

“Yes, Sk … Pat.” His hand found my crotch. “Mmmmm, now that feels like something I want …”

“Warning.” I grinned. “It’s a little on the large side. Too large for a lot of folk.”

“But not for me!” His face fell a little. “Um, I’m a little …”

“That’s not what counts, Mike.” My mouth covered his. “Loving one another is the important thing.” I hesitated. “I always found you attractive, you know. I think this can work. Now, this way, and let’s see about satisfying that urge.” I peeled his shirt and he reached for my belt. “Just take it as it comes, okay? One step at a time.”

He stepped out of his cargo pants, the tent in his briefs crowned by a wet spot. “Oh god, I’ve waited for this for soooo long.”

Reaching for his briefs I pushed them down to reveal his nicely formed cut cock. Just over six inches by the look of it, and beautifully shaped. “Nice, I like what I’m seeing,” I said, and kissed him. “Just don’t expect too much this first time … it’s always a little, um, quick, okay?”

He pushed my jock strap down, releasing my nine inch monster. Slack, it is almost puny, but it swells and expands into something else. “Oh wow!” He stared. “You shave your crotch? I love it!” 

Dropping to his knees, his mouth engulfed my glans before I could stop him. I had to pull myself away or I’d have shot my load instantly. “Into bed, Mike. I’m loaded, and so are you. I don’t want this to be a solo effort!”

Unsteadily he stood, and immediately wrapped me in his arms. “Sk … Pat, I want this to be so special, but I’m afraid I’ll spoil it as soon as you touch me.”

“Don’t be silly, Mike.” I kissed him. “I’ve got the same problem. So here’s what we’ll do. We get on the bed, and go sixty-nine. No messing about, straight into position, we take each other straight into our mouths, and, enjoy.” My mouth covered his and my tongue explored his. “Ready, lover?”

“You bet,” he whispered. “Let’s do it.”

Carefully I positioned him, then took my place. “Now, Mike, fill my mouth with this gorgeous cock!”

He obliged, engulfing mine with his mouth. He held out on me for perhaps a minute, then his spunk was shooting into my throat. I let myself go, and shot my load into his about thirty seconds later. When he made to withdraw, I pulled him closer and held his cock in my mouth, sucking, teasing and enjoying the spasms as his balls tried to discharge more. His spunk tasted good, and he was quick to catch on, doing to me what I was doing to him.

Ten minutes or so later, he was hard again, and so was I. Now we really got to work, and Mike demonstrated that he really knew what he was doing. The second dose of his cum was every bit as good as the first, and I let fly with my own. Exhausted now, we finally parted, satisfied, for the moment, to simply spoon and drag the duvet over our naked bodies. Twisting round, Mike tried to kiss, so I moved to let him lie in the crook of my arm where we could, and I could play with his nipples.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “I can’t tell you how often I’ve dreamed of this.”

Kissing him on the forehead, I replied, “Thank you for looking for me, Mike.” Our mouths met in a long kiss. “And thanks for sharing this with me.”

I woke early, confused to feel a warm body pressed to mine, an arm across my chest and a leg over mine. Then I remembered, and my cock hardened. Mike’s head rested against my shoulder on the pillow, still fast asleep, his breathing deep and slow. Thankfully, it being Sunday, there was no rush to get showered, fed and off to open the shop. I always opened late of a Sunday, and today it might be even later. In the early light I studied his sleeping face, the worry he’d shown when I opened the door gone. Asleep he looked exactly like the kid I remembered from three years earlier. Innocent, shy, vulnerable, yet somehow strong. Gently I slipped my own arm over him, and moved my leg to make him more comfortable.

He stirred, then snuggled closer, releasing a contented sigh. For a while I stared at the ceiling, trying to work out how we would handle this, admitting I liked it, even wanted it, but wondering if I could handle the complications it would bring. And I still didn’t know what the situation with his family would be once they learned I was his lover. He stirred again, his hips shifting position, and his erection making contact with my thigh. Another sigh escaped him, and his eyes fluttered open.

“Morning, lover,” I whispered. “Want to try round three?”

Wriggling over me, he pressed his erection to mine and grinned as he lowered his chest to mine, spread his legs either side of mine and his arms beneath me. “I think I’m dead. I must be, because I’m in your bed, in your arms, and you want to make love with me. So this must be heaven!” Our mouths met and locked in a deep kiss. “Any time you want, Pat. Any time you want.”

Gripping his butt cheeks, I pulled him firmly against me. “What do you fancy this morning? Same as last night?”

He giggled. “Yes, please.”

“Okay, but first I’m going to enjoy getting you nicely worked up. Ever worn a full hood?”

Giggling now, he grinned, “No, but I think I’m about to!”

I laughed, pulling a hood I often used on myself out of the nightstand. It was a full face job, the only openings being the mouth and small openings for breathing. It was tight on me, with a rear zipper that ensured it stayed put. “You got that right!”

Reaching up I fitted it to his face, positioning it carefully, then tucked his hair in and carefully closed the zip.

“Wow!” he murmured. “This is intense.”

“Can you breath okay?”

“You bet. Oh wow. What now?”

“Now you roll over and lie on your back so you can suck my cock and I can suck yours.” I hesitated, then decided. Picking up the small padlock, I fitted it to the zip slider. “The hood is now locked. It stays on until I unlock it. You okay with that?”

His hand explored the locked zipper. A grin spread on his face. “Yes, sir. I like it, sir.”

I smiled as he positioned himself. I knew now that we were meant for each other. “I’m going to shave your crotch now, Mike. If you’re going to be my lover, no hair from nipples to crotch. You want that?”

He nodded. “Yes, please. I was going to do it later so I could be the same as you. Please do it …”

“Okay. First I’m going to chain you to the bed, then I’ll use a trimmer, and then we’ll deal with the stubble. Stay exactly where you are while I fetch the restraints.”

He smiled. “Yes, sir.”

Slipping off the bed, I reached under it and pulled out the set of spread-eagle restraints I kept fitted. The thick rubber cuffs secured his wrists to the bedposts at the head, and then his ankles were secured to the foot. “Here we go then, first the trimmer.”

He didn’t have a big ‘bush’ but it was quite thick. The trimmer took it down to a quarter inch or less, then I got out the Lady Shaver, and took it all the way down to skin. For the feel of it, I ran this over his abdomen from nipples to crotch, paying special attention to the perineum and round his butt hole. Then I coated the whole area with a special hair suppressant I got from a website abroad — and which really worked!

His cock leaked precum as I admired my handiwork and he moaned softly, biting his lip as I fondled his balls. Settling myself next to him, I whispered, “How’s it feel to be hairless and helpless, Mike? Do you trust me never to hurt you?”

Turning his face toward me, he tried to find my mouth for a kiss. Frustrated, he said, “Pat, I love you. I’ve wanted to be your lover since I first saw you at the scouts. I hope you like me without my hair down there, because I love the feeling.” He sighed. “And I hope you plan to use more of these toys on me.”

“Count on it.” I gave him the deep and prolonged kiss he wanted. “And now, let’s see if we can get a rerun of last night like this.”

Kneeling astride his head, I let him take my cock in his mouth, then lowered my face until I could enjoy his. Once again, he shot his load almost as soon as I started, but I kept working on him until he hardened up again and I could really give him a work over. 

When we had both enjoyed first and seconds, I spent some time gradually letting him wind down with kisses, cuddles and caresses while still fully restrained. Then my bladder reminded me that I had other needs, and so did Mike. Releasing his wrists and ankles, I steered him to the toilet, then held him close while he relieved himself.

“I like this feeling, Pat. No, I love having you in total control of me.”

Kissing his shoulder, I chuckled. “Good, because the hood is staying on for now!”

Coffee and breakfast was fun, especially as I fitted him with arm restraints and kept him naked while I prepared it. Then left him restrained while I fed him, extracting kisses for each mouth full. We were both giggling like girls when I finally removed the hood, released the rest and led him to the bathroom.

“Shower time, and then we really have to talk about the future! And I have a shop to open!”

“Do we? I know what my future really wants to look like — you!”

“All the more reason we really need to discuss it then.” I kissed him as I shed my shorts. As ever, when left unrestrained by the tight jocks I favour for control, my cock was dangling at almost full length. It can be a major hindrance normally, but when you are in the company of a sexy partner who can’t get enough of it … Well, I sat on the toilet seat while he gave me a wonderful blowjob. Then we showered. Together, of course.

Finally, dressed and settled in the living room with fresh cups of coffee and some music on the hifi, I waited for Mike to settle comfortably in a chair opposite. “Time to make a few decisions, I think, Mike. First of all though, better tell me what the situation is between you and the rest of the family.”

“Not a lot to tell, really. David thinks I’m doing the right thing, Geoff doesn’t and my Mum is too wrapped up in her own problems.” He gestured. “David knows I was going to look for you. He said, if I found you, to let him know, and to wish you well.”

“Am I likely to find David on the doorstep when you do tell him?” I had vague memories of David also being inclined to Gaydom. 

Mike grinned. “No. He’s into girls — mostly — and won’t try to come between us, though he had a crush on you for a while. And Geoff’s just too busy trying to get his life together to be bothered. I said I’d help him if I could with supporting Mum, but he reckoned I wouldn’t need to. He said a bit more as well. Mostly personal, but then he's got a few of his own issues to deal with.” Meeting my eye, he nodded. “So, number one, is I don’t want to freeload. I need a job, and I’ll find one, but, most important to me, can I be your lover? Can I stay with you?”This was what had been troubling me. I run my own business. I’d started small, selling boats and assessors out of a catalogue. It had been damned tough the first year, but I’d been lucky enough to have unexpectedly inherited a small property from an uncle, the sale of which gave me the capital I needed to set up my business. I’d now got to the point where I had a small showroom, a share in a boat builder, and was turning a small profit. I’d been thinking about hiring an extra pair of hands in the shop/showroom, but couldn’t afford to pay more than the minimum wage — and I knew no one could actually afford a flat, let alone live on that. Mike might be the answer to that problem! 

I explained this to him. “Look, I don’t want to take advantage of you, but if you’d like to take it on temporarily — until we can see how it works for us both — you can look around and find something better while you’re at it.” I grinned. “And you won’t have to look for a place to stay either, because you’ve got one — if you can put up with a sex mad bondage freak as a flatmate.”

For a moment he didn't move. Then he burst into tears and flung himself at my feet, his arms gripping my legs, his face against my thigh. “Oh, Pat ….” he sobbed. “It’s more than I dreamed — hoped —- wished … I’d work for you for nothing if it means I can stay with you.” He smiled through the tears. “As for living with a sex mad bondage freak — lead me to it.”

“Mike, take it easy,” I said, stroking his head and wiping the tears. The shop was going to have to remain closed this Sunday. Not that it got much business on a Sunday at this time of the year anyway. “I’m not as nice as you seem to think. I can be pretty damned selfish and mean as well. Dry the tears, I’m not even sure if I’m just being selfish in wanting to keep you in my life. There are going to be problems — we will still have to keep a low profile about our relationship. There are a lot of people in this town as bad or worse than in Bayport! But, if you can live with it, so can I.”

He stared into my eyes for a moment, then nodded. “I can do whatever it takes. I told you, I love you.”

I had to stop and think. I’d given it a lot of thought before he had woken up. “I know that, Mike, and I think I feel the same way. Now you’re here, and we’ve made love, and slept together in the same bed, I somehow can’t imagine — don’t want to think about — having to not share my bed with you. I want it to be OUR bed, OUR playroom and OUR home …”

Tears of joy and laughter mingled in his face as he pulled himself into my lap, and our mouths met. “Oh Pat, I want to make you so happy. I don’t care about anything else. I want to be your lover, your helper …”

“Stop, Mike. We’ll work on this together. Don’t set yourself goals that may not be realistic. We’ll take it one step at a time. For now, let’s just work on how we’re going to arrange ourselves here in the flat, how we’ll share ourselves. Tomorrow we can sort out tomorrow’s stuff, okay?”

Moving to the sofa, I held him as he talked. I encouraged him by asking questions at intervals to expand on his story. It was appalling in one sense, fascinating in another, and heartwarming that he was sharing it with me. We continued as we put together a delicious lunch, and through it.  As we cleared the dishes and loaded the dishwasher, he said, "Thanks for listening to me, Pat. Ever since Dad killed himself, I haven’t been able to talk about it. I tried to tell David, but that came out all wrong and ended up me telling him I was Gay and spoiling our relationship.”

“But didn’t you say he was Bi?”

“Yes, but he doesn't like to admit it. Mum went to pieces, and Geoff … we had a punch up. Now we both regret it, but don't talk much …”

Slipping an arm around his waist, I said, “No worries. Now you have me, and I needed to hear this, just as much as you needed to talk about it.” Giving him a hug, I released him and made some coffee. “Right, now let’s talk about the job I’m offering you.”

The afternoon slipped by as we sat on the sofa and talked. It was late afternoon by the time I asked if he wanted to unpack his things and put them in my closet and whether he had anything besides what was in his rucksack.

“Yeah, there’s some stuff in a storage container back in Bayport. I’ll have to go there and collect it before the rent runs out.”

I thought about it. “Okay, I reckon we can sort that out. If you fly down, you can hire a car or van to bring it back up, or pack it for delivery, and fly back.”

He coloured up. “It’d have to be the latter, but I don’t have the money for that.”

Missing the implication that he didn’t drive, I nodded. “No problem. I think I can stump for it.” Finishing moving stuff out of the shelves, I stepped back. “Put your stuff in here. There should be enough room now.”

“Pat, there’s more than enough space for a few teeshirts, a spare pair of jeans and my briefs!” Shoving his things into the space, he said, “I’ll need to buy a few things for work. I don’t want my new employer to chuck me out for being badly dressed.”

“I doubt he would.” I grinned. “I suspect I may have to take you in hand though and make sure you aren’t too well dressed — it might make you far too distracting.”

Laughing, we hugged and then kissed. One kiss led to another, and soon we were both hardening.

“Oh Pat,” he sighed. “My dreams over the last few years are all coming true.” Pausing, he whispered, “Will you do something special for me?”

“If I can, my dear. What do you want?”

“Will you let me wear one of your rubber suits, and then do to me what you did this morning — but with you rubbered up as well?”

Holding him close, our erections pressed against one another, I smiled. “Of course, my darling. Strip off and let’s get dressed.” I kissed him. “There is a strict rule for the dungeon. No one enters it wearing any normal clothing, got it?”

“Yes, sir!”

I let him choose the suit he wanted to wear, and wasn’t surprised when he picked out my heavy latex full body bondage suit. We’re about the same height, but he’s a little broader in the chest and shoulders, and his thighs are touch firmer. It was difficult getting it on him, and a slight struggle to get the rear zip closed. I was glad I’d splurged on it though, and paid extra for a thicker, more elastic grade of latex, with reinforced anchor points, and straps to take the strain off the zip. I left the codpiece off, leaving his erection and balls exposed through the reinforced opening and the crotch, and once I’d secured his arms properly, pointed out that a similar opening framed his butt hole.

“I know, and I hope someone will use it when he wants too,” he retorted. “I just hope I can handle it!”

“One thing at a time, Slave!” I reached for a muzzle gag head harness. “No more talking while I get dressed.”

“Mmf!” he grunted as I secured the head harness.

“Mmm, I like this look. I think we should do it often from now on.” Easing myself into my favourite catsuit with care, I smoothed the latex into place and flexed my arms and legs to get it properly into settled. Then I added a half mask hood, and turned to face my restrained lover. “Ready, Slave? Like it?”

To my delight, he nodded. Then dropped to one knee, and pushed his muzzled face to my erection. 

Reaching down I drew him up, and steered him to the door. “Yes, my lovely slave. In the living room. Then I can enjoy you while you have what you want.”

With all our earlier sex, both of us were a long time building up to ejaculation and it was fabulous. Mike worked my cock in ways I had previously only fantasised about. It was a long time before we released each other's now slack cocks and I moved round to kiss and cuddle him. 

“Satisfied, my love?”

He let out a long sigh. “Satisfied? More than that, Pat. I love it, and I love you and what you do to me. It’s fabulous. I want to do this with you again and again. Can I stay like this for a bit longer? Until we go to bed maybe?”

I laughed and kissed him. “As long as you want to, Mike. Guess that means I’ll have to feed you supper later though.”

He grinned. “I guess. Do you mind?”

“Of course not, silly.” Removing my hood, I put it aside and kissed him long and deep again. “You really gave my cock a good work over. Where’d you learn to do that? Or shouldn’t I ask?”

“No, you’ve a right to know. I told you I’d had to give the guy in the council some fun? Well his buddy taught me. He was the rough and demanding one.”

I thought about it. “Well, I’m glad in one sense, but sorry you had to do that just to find me.” My fingers explored his face. “You really were determined to find me, weren’t you. Were you that certain I was the right person?”

Shifting his head slightly, he kissed my fingertips. “Yes. I told you, I knew you were the man for me right from when I first saw you.”

“But you were just a kid then! How could you know?”

Hesitating, he held my gaze. “You smelled right, you acted right, and you felt right whenever I could get to touch you, or get you to touch me. And then I saw you in your tight swimmers one day, and I knew exactly what I wanted.” He chuckled. “Boy, I sure as hell tried to get you ‘interested’ in having sex with me.” His face fell. “And then you were gone, and all the stories … Well, they just confirmed what I was already sure of — you were the man I wanted and I just had to find you.” In his restraints, he rolled toward me and managed to kiss my mouth. “Now I just need one more thing to make everything complete, and to prove to you that I mean it when I say I’ll do anything to stay your lover.”

“What’s that, Mike? You really don’t need to prove anything more to me …”

“No, Pat, Beloved, Skip … I need to prove this to myself. I need you to fuck me face to face, to push that gorgeous cock into my boy pussy and breed me like a woman. I need to feel you joined to me …”

Speechless for a moment, I searched for something to say. Then I gave up and just hugged him and kissed him. “I’m maybe too big, beloved. I could hurt you like that. And I’ve only ever tried it once, and the other guy hated it …”

“But, my darling Skip, I’m not the other guy, and I really do want it.” He squirmed free and lay back. “And now’s the perfect time. Take me, Pat, breed me. Let me feel that big beautiful tool stretch my pussy. Then I’ll know I’m totally yours.”

I surrendered. Besides I was hard as a rock again, and so was he. “Wait, I need to lube it, and you. Stay here.” 

I almost ran to the dungeon and grabbed the KY, lubing my cock as I returned, I applied a good dose to his hole having placed a cushion under his hips. “Ready, love?” 

“Ready, beloved. Fill me …”

Positioning myself carefully, I pressed my cock against his tight opening. Gently I increased the pressure until his muscle started to give. His eyes widened, his mouth formed a soundless “O”, and then I was sliding into him past the second muscle. He screwed his eyes shut and bit his lip as the widest part of my cock head entered, then let out a long, los hiss of breath as the thick shaft followed slowly. “Mmmmmmm, oooooooo, aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

I stopped, waiting as he squirmed, then settled again, now with his legs locked over my back.Two thirds of my cock still outside him. “Okay, beloved? Is it too much?”

“No,” he gasped. “It’s good, soooo good.” Grinning, he tightened his sphincter, gripping my cock. “Now I’m your wife, fuck me properly!”

“You’ve asked for it,” I said in response, and pushed the rest of my cock inside him.

“Ooooooooh! Oh fuck!” He exclaimed as his own cock erupted shooting spunk over his restrained arms, some hitting his face. His eyes widened. “Oh my god … Ooh! Fuck me, please, fuck me hard, this is amazing. That feels sooooo fantastic …”

Slowly I began to pump his butt, accompanied by his moans, pleadings, gasps and enjoyment as my cock slipped back and forth. It took me a while — my balls had already been emptied more times in twenty-four hours than in the last week — but eventually I came, thrusting myself deep, I shuddered as my cum ejected into him. 

Exhausted now, we lay locked together for a long time until my now shrivelling cock slipped out of him.

When we’d both recovered, he rolled toward me and whispered, “Thank you. From now on that is for you, and you only! No one can ever come close …”

I kissed him. 

Ushering Mike into my small shop/showroom I admired his ass as he walked ahead of me dressed in a pair of my smart ‘business’ slacks, and a shirt over a plain tee, a pair of loafers on his feet. “This is it, Mike. I was thinking,” I laughed, “In between being distracted by a very sexy young man who has burst into my life — that I should let you handle the clothing, surf and wetsuits side, and I’ll focus on the boats, fittings and boating gear. Think you’d enjoy that?”

"Wetsuits? You want me to handle wetsuits? Got a chastity belt? Those things are how I got into fetish!” He laughed. “Sure. I worked for Central Surf in my holidays, and for an outfitters when I left school.”

“Brilliant. Right, you’ve a free hand then. Take a look at the layout. I don’t like to hold a lot of stock, especially of the expensive stuff, so I tend to use suppliers who can deliver orders within seventy-two hours, and keep just the display stuff with a small stock in the stockroom. Talk to me if you think we should change that.”

“Will do.” He looked around. “Looks good so far, where are the cleaning things? I’ll get started on that and how about some coffee?”

I pointed him to the store cupboard and where the coffee making gear was, then had to answer the telephone. By the time I’d dealt with the enquiry, he’d made a cup of coffee for me, and was well along with the cleaning and dusting.

“Mike, can I leave you to get on with that? I need to talk to my accountants and set up your pay and so on. Have you got a bank account?”

“Haven’t moved it here yet, but yes.” He gave me the details and his tax information.

“Thanks.” I grinned. “I’d give you a kiss, but we better keep it professional!”

He laughed, then pouted, but almost skipped away to where he was busy tidying some shelves and re-arranging the display of sailing gear. “Spoilsport!”

Not long afterward the first customer arrived. I left her to Mike, and made the call to the accountant, arranging for him to visit so I could go over the latest figures with him. In the meantime Mike had dealt with several more customers and was busily engaged with a pair of regular customers looking for replacement wetsuits. I knew both of them and suspected their interest in wetsuits was a little less ‘surf and swim’ and a lot more something else, but, hey, a sale is a sale!

The arrival of a ‘boat’ customer drew me away to the other end of the showroom to deal with him. The enquiry took a while to sort out, but brought with it a deal that would more than cover Mike’s first pay cheque. I returned to my ‘office’ — a desk near the entrance and the till — to find a grinning Mike waiting.

“Those two surfers,” he began.

I laughed. “Did they buy anything?”

“Yeah. Sold them a new Dolphin suit and a couple of accessories.” He picked up my empty cup, his grin wicked. “I doubt the suit will see much water.”

“Oh?” I feigned innocence. “Why not?”

“Could be that the guy who tried it on got a boner … but, I could be wrong, after all, I get a bit excited in suits like that, but I also surf.” He winked and we both burst out laughing. 

The day passed quickly, with enough customers trickling through to keep Mike busy while I dealt with the Accountant. We agreed a slightly higher salary for Mike than I’d originally thought I could pay. I also dealt with the dozens of little jobs I usually had no time for during the day and often spent hours on in the evenings. 

Mike bloomed. He lost the slightly nervous, almost fearful appearance he’d arrived on my doorstep with, and the shy uncertain teenager I’d known four years earlier vanished with it. By closing time He’d found a new confidence and seemed to be bursting with happiness.

“Enjoyed yourself, Mike?”

“Had a fab time. How’d we do?”

“Better than usual. Enough to make a small celebration and reward for someone I think.” I walked over to the rack of shirts. “Pick out two shirts for yourself, lover. My little thank you gift to you.”

“Two shirts …? Pat, you don’t need to …”

“Don’t argue, Slave, or you’ll spend the night in the dungeon!”

He laughed. “Damn, what an incentive! I absolutely refuse to choose two shirts, Master. You’ll have to put me in the dungeon and punish me!”

For a moment I hesitated, then laughed. “Minx. Right, you’ll be straight into the strictest gear I have as soon as we get home. Very well, take this shirt,” I picked out one, “and this one.” I handed them to him, then moved to the swimsuit section, opened the lowest drawer and picked out a tanga Speedo and from another drawer a low cut brief. “Ring these up to my Code, put them in a bag and let’s go. I’ve a slave to punish!”

Damn, he looked so good in the latex bondage suit, a shiny black statue of latex from head to toe. He gurgled through the tube gag holding his mouth open ready to receive my swollen manhood. Like him I was in head to toe latex, but mine was a tight catsuit, with cocksheath gloves and feet and my hood was a half-face style.

“In a moment, slave. Your Master doesn’t want to rush things, he wants to enjoy your torture.” I picked up a butt plug I sometimes liked to use on myself. “I’m going to insert this into that over excited pussy of yours, then I plan to do something about that naughty cock you can’t control.”

“Gurgh.”

“What’s that? You don’t want this nice big plug in your boyhole?” I laughed. “Perhaps you were hoping your Master would use his nice big cock on you instead?”

“Guh Huh!” He nodded.

“Maybe later. First the plug. Bend down and spread those legs.” He obeyed and I moved behind him. “Oh yes. We can’t have this left available, someone might make use of it.” I pressed the well lubed tip of the big plug to his opening, and pushed. It went home with surprising ease, accompanied by a grunt from my willing lover. Quickly I secured it to its anchor points. “Stand up and turn around.”

“Gurrr.” He moaned as he straightened up and the plug settled itself inside him. “Goooo!”

“Now your cock and balls must be put out of use. Your punishment for defying your master, slave. 

He stared at the shiny steel device I held in my hand. “Eeeeeh?”

“Yes, this will encase your cock and balls and prevent your access to them.” I opened the clamshell that would enclose his balls and fitted the moulded tube to his cock. It was too small for me, but just about right for him. Closing the clamshell over his balls, I secured the device to the front of the bondage suit. My companion was now a shiny black rubber statue with tiny silver erection and balls. I stepped back and admired him. “Yes, that should do it. On your knees, slave, your Master wants to face fuck you.”

He didn’t need a second invitation. He went down like a pro, and tried to line up my cock with the tube eagerly. I obliged by guiding my cock into the opening, then let him set to work. I had to work hard not to shoot my load. I made him work for it, and he did. Damn, he was good.

When I’d got my breath back, I found the rubber penis that fitted into the tube and gagged him, then led him to the living room and made him sit while I organised supper. I had plans for later, but needed to make sure everything was ready first — especially me. Damn, I hadn’t had this much sex in years!

“Phew,” he gasped as I removed the gag. “This is intense. Fuck it, Pat, I’m so fucking aroused!” He grinned as I fed him a sandwich. “You really know how to torture me. You dress me like a wet dream, dress like one yourself, and then get me so worked up …”

“Good, as long as you’re enjoying it, Mike.” I fed him more sandwich. “I’ve something special planned for later. Call it a reward for all your work today.”

With supper over, I put the empty dishes and glasses in the dishwasher, then got Mike to his feet again. “Back to your punishment, Slave.” Holding up the muzzle harness, I asked, “Any last words? Last requests?”

He grinned. “Yes, first, thank you for everything, especially this, and second, please kiss me, then do whatever you want.”

I smiled. “No need to say thanks, Mike. And for the second, my pleasure!” 

Our kiss lingered, then I fitted the muzzle.

Leading him to the bedroom, I got him onto the bed and on his back, with his ankles secured to the foot corners by the cuffs and chains I’d used before, then I arranged myself between his legs. “And now, Slave, your master is going to enjoy your cock in a very special way.”

Removing the chastity device was the easy bit. He was very aroused, and his cock coated in his precum. 

“Mmmm, delicious.” I licked it clean, taking care to cause no stimulation to his taut, swollen glans. Turning my attention to his balls, I sucked, nibbled and savoured them and the shaft of his cock. Judging by the moans and the writhing, he was enjoying it. But now I wanted to put my surprise reward into action. I just hoped he wouldn’t shoot his land immediately. I’d prepared things carefully, and now I applied lube to my hole, making sure I was well coated and my muscles ready, then I put some lube on his cock head — it was a special kind which desensitised as well — and straddled him. “Now, Slave. Your reward. Make sure you give your master a good dose of your spunk, he wants everything you’ve got.”

His eyes widened beneath the hood, and he let out a grunt as I grasped his cock and guided it to my opening. Slowly, carefully, I settled on him, steadying his cock as I pressed down, feeling his cock as it parted my sphincter. Steadying myself, I waited, holding his cock head between the inner and outer muscles, then sank further down letting him enter me fully as he thrust upward to meet me.

Placing my hands on his chest, I waited, letting my breathing slow, and enjoying his hardness inside me. “Yes, Mike? Have you ever fucked anyone before? Entered their boy hole like this?”

He shook his head.

“Like the feeling it gives?”

He nodded, and sighed.

Caressing his muzzled face I smiled. “Good, because there is no better feeling than to be joined to your lover in the most intimate way possible.” Raising myself slightly I let his cock slide a little way out of me, then sank down again slowly. Gently I increased the movement and the pace and he responded by thrusting upward as I descended and making every effort to keep himself as deep inside me as he could.

I sensed his ejaculation building and slowed the pace to prolong it, but all too soon his cum erupted signalled by his upward thrust and his gasps of ecstasy. Reaching behind me, I found his balls and fondled them, enjoying the feel of his cock inside me, and gripping it tightly with my sphincter. I smiled and reached down to remove the muzzle. “Thank you, Mike, you’ve no idea how much you’ve given me in the last two days.” I put a finger on his lips. “No, don’t say anything. You’re a gift. A real gift.”

His slack cock slipped out of me and I repositioned myself, cradling his head so I could kiss him. He twinkled up at me. “I think your slave needs to be given this punishment every night, Master.”

“Cheeky.” I kissed him. “Next you’ll be demanding I unplug you and give you a good fucking as well.”

“Ooooh! Threats!”

We were still laughing, teasing and joking as we tumbled into bed to sleep some two hours later. Our mouths met in a gentle kiss. “Good night, Mike, and thank you for coming into my life like this.”

He chuckled. “No, thank you.” His finger on my lips stopped my retort. “And you better give me another dose of your cock in my pussy sometime soon — I need reminding of how good it is regularly.” He giggled as we snuggled into position to sleep. “Way better than a plug.”  

It proved surprisingly easy to fall into a comfortable habit of sharing the flat, the walk to work, the day and all the little things that go with being alive. Even the use of our “dungeon” and the equipment in it. Mike was a fast learner, and we soon found new and interesting ways to enjoy ourselves in it. On the business side, things developed very well. Mike transformed the “surfer” section and it paid. Business increased steadily. Naturally we had slow days, but, by the half year there was no doubt business was up.

Early on I’d taken my lover to see a specialist shop I’d made a small investment in. Tony, the manager, had done us proud and Mike now had several tailor-made latex suits and other items for our regular games. The first wild passion had eased a little, and we now enjoyed having settled into a comfortable pattern. There was still plenty of sex, and some really intense sessions with our dungeon, but as we both agreed, you couldn’t live your fetish twenty-four-seven. 

We’d just finished supper and I was loading the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. Mike answered. From the kitchen I heard him exclaim, “Geoff? What brings you here? How’d you find me?”

I joined Mike. “Geoff, nice to see you. You look like you need a drink or something to eat. Come inside. Mike, don’t keep your brother standing there, show him in.”

He stepped inside with a wry smile and held out a hand. “So he found you. I’m glad.”

Accepting his hand, I shook it. “As you see. Quite the sleuth is Mike. Tracked me down very efficiently. Take a seat. What would you like? We’ve just eaten, but I’m sure we can whip you up something. What would you like to drink? Beer? Wine? Tea? Or something else?”

“Something to eat would be good, if it’s no trouble.” He glanced at Mike, hovering protectively between us. “And I’ll have whatever you’re having to drink.”

“Mike?” I looked my question.

“I’ll fix it. We’ve a baked Camenbert I can do, or a frozen lasagne? Sandwiches? Three beers?”

Geoff smiled gratefully. “The sandwich sounds good. I was on the road most of the day. And a beer will be great.” He hesitated. “And thanks, both of you.”

Smiling, I asked, “What for? Welcoming you in when you look just about done in? Why wouldn’t we invite you in at any time? Get those beers, Mike, Geoff looks like he needs one.”

Reluctantly, Mike obeyed, his suspicion obvious.

“Sorry to just arrive like this, Skip. It’s been sticking in my head for too long. It bothered me that I treated Mike really badly …”

“I’m Pat these days, I stopped being Skip years ago.” I laughed. “For, I think, obvious reasons. Despite all the rumours, I wasn’t going to infect any of you guys, and I just enjoyed the boating, teaching and sharing with you all. Sex I could get elsewhere. And did.”

“Yeah, I know, and so did most of the others. We knew you were Gay.” He grinned. “And a few of the guys wouldn’t have objected if you’d … but anyway, that isn’t why I came. I came to tell Mike I’m sorry, and that I hope he and you will be happy mainly. There’s a bit more, but I’ll wait for Mike.”

On cue, Mike arrived with three beers, and a plate of carefully made sandwiches. Having served his brother, he brought the other two beers over to where I sat on the sofa, handed me one, then very deliberately sat next to me taking care to be in body contact. “Okay, Geoff, you found us, and just so you know, yes we share a bed, yes we fuck and yes, we love each other.”

“I can see that.” Geoff’s smile was a touch wistful. “And I envy you. It’s taken me a long time to face this, if you must know, but I think it runs in the family, at least partly.”

I put an arm round Mike’s shoulders. “How do you mean?”

“You remember the way you were ‘outed’? And the photos that somehow got so much attention?”

“I’m not likely to forget.” I put my beer down and used the pressure of my arm to signal Mike to stay quiet as I felt him draw a breath to retort. “Someone want to do it to me again?”

Geoff shook his head. “No, but I know who did it, and now I know why. It was our Dad. He was like you, but married to try and ‘cure’ himself. It didn’t work, and he hated anyone who could have what he couldn’t. Oh, it was all hushed up after he … Well, he was having an affair with a guy who belonged to the club you went to. That’s how he got the photos.” 

“Bastard.” Mike was so wound up he felt like an overwound spring. “So all that shit about trouble with the firm was total bullshit?”

“Yeah. Mom wanted to protect us from the scandal if it got out that Dad was,” he paused, searching for the right word, “Gay.”

“So why did he kill himself? Just because he was — what did he call me? Oh yes, a “fucking poofter” himself?”

A pained expression crossed Geoff’s face. “No. Because the guy he’d been going with discovered what he’d done, broke up with him and told him he was going to expose their affair.”

“Fuck. Okay, well I guess I should feel sorry about that, but I don’t.”

“I do.” I felt it was time to intervene. I hugged Mike gently. “No, I do. If he hadn’t done what he did, I would not have been forced to find myself and build a new life here. I might not have had such a loving partner come looking for me, and making my life as good as it is. No, I am sorry things worked out that way for your Dad.”

For a moment they both looked at me in amazement. “You do?”

I nodded. “Look, there’s something you both should know. My father was also Gay, but, like yours, did everything he could to hide it. It drove him to drink. I escaped into just about any activity that got me out of home, and kept me out.” Watching Geoff carefully I continued, “Something you probably already know, is that being this way is at least partly genetic. Mike and I seem to have got the full load of that and probably a bit more through trying to cope with being such total man-lovers.” I hugged Mike as he snuggled closer. “Have you never fancied a guy? Admired a neat butt, wanted to explore his package more intimately?”

Geoff looked startled for a moment. Then he grinned. “Okay, you got me. I’m very happy with my wife, but sometimes …”

Mike laughed. “You? Fuck me, Geoff.” He laughed again. “I used to envy your tackle when you showed it off to me and Dave — and then you used to tease me …”

He blushed. “Yeah, I was a total shit. I know, sorry about that. Anyway, I had to find you to apologise to you, Pat, and to you, Mike, for being a total dickhead, and there’s a bit more. Mom’s remarrying, which means the estate Dad left will be divided up between the four of us.”

“I don’t want it.” Mike was adamant. His arm slipped round me. “I have everything I need.”

“Please think about it, Mike. Dave and I want you to have your share. I was a real shit to you after Dad … and anyway, you deserve it more than we do.”

“I’ll think about it.” 

Glancing at the clock, I asked, “Where are you staying, Geoff?”

“I booked into the Marine, down on the Esplanade.” He looked at his watch. “I suppose I better head back there. Can I see you guys tomorrow? Take you out for a meal?”

I looked at Mike. “Yes, we’d love that, Geoff. Would you like Mike to run you back to the hotel? Give you two a chance to be private at any rate.”

Geoff looked at his brother. “Would you? I got a taxi here, and was going to ask if you’d call one for me.”

Mike hesitated. He’d not long got his licence, and was still getting used to the fact I insisted it was “our” car, just as the flat was “ours” and my having made him officially a Partner in the business. He caught my smile. “Of course, Geoff.”

He was a long time away, evidently they’d had a lot to talk over, and I was reading on the sofa when he finally returned. Hanging up the keys, he walked to where I was seated, dropped to his knees, slid his hands up my thighs and then rested his head in my lap. “Thanks, Pat. Thank you …” 

Then he stood, walked to the bedroom and stripped while I put my book aside and prepared to follow. 

He met me at the door, the hood I’d first used on him in his hand. “Will you put this on me, please? Then restrain me and give me a dose of that beautiful tool of yours? Same way you fucked me that first time in the living room?”

Taking the hood, I met his look. “If that’s what you need my love?”

“I need it. I need to feel you breeding me, Pat. I really need it.”

I’m not one to argue in situations like this. It was fabulous from the start, his expert use of his sphincter to grip and hold me, his movements a counterpoise to mine as I thrust and withdrew, his own erection between us.

“Oooooh!” He moaned as his hot spunk erupted, spraying across his abdomen and chest. His legs strained against the chains as he tried to wrap them round me. He shuddered as I thrust myself fully inside him and shot my own load. “Mmmmmmm ….”

I studied the creamy spunk decorating his naked body, then very gently, and still embedded inside him, began to suck and lick the drops I could reach from him until, when my slackening cock slipped free, I was able to do it properly, making sure I got every drop of his ejaculation before enjoying his beautiful cock. Finally I eased myself onto him and kissed his hooded face and mouth, sharing the taste of his own cum. “Happy, my love?”

“Mmmmmm, thank you,” he whispered. “Promise me you’ll do it again as soon as you want to?”

“Any time you want me to, my darling.” Kissing him again, I asked, “Good talk with Geoff?”

“Yes. He pushed about the inheritance, but I said I’d think about it,” he told me easing into our favourite ‘spooned’ position with his butt against my crotch and my dick pressed into his crack.

My curiosity was piqued, but I held my peace. He’d tell me when he was ready. We drifted off to sleep wrapped in that warm post coital glow one can only get from really satisfying sex.

I woke to an empty bed and the smell of bacon and coffee. Slipping out of bed, I went in search of the source and found Mike, naked except for a pinafore apron cooking bacon and eggs. He smiled as I stood in the doorway, like him, naked. 

“Mmm, morning, beloved. And dressed to please!” 

He grinned. “Coffee is ready, take a seat just as you are, and I’ll bring it.”

“First I want my morning kiss!” I moved close, and our mouths met. “Now, just what are you up to this morning?”

He grinned. “Sit down, and I’ll tell you as I give you your breakfast.”

Puzzled, I did as he asked, surprised to find the table was laid just for one. “What’s this? Aren’t you eating?”

“Already ate, beloved. No, this is my special thank you for the way you handled me, Geoff and the whole thing last night.” He poured a cup of coffee and placed a plate of delicious bacon, eggs, tomatoes and toast in front of me. Then he moved to stand beside me. “Enjoy it, I wanted you to have something really special this morning. His hand rested on my shoulder. “Especially after the way you made love to me …”

Surprised, I reached up and gripped his hand. “I told you, my love. Anytime you want it. You’re my lover, my life, my world. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“Thank you, beloved. I know, and the same goes for me.” Kissing the top of my head, he said, “Now eat, before it is spoiled.”