Future Together
Walking back to the house in the predawn with Paul, Ben, Tristan and Pierre, Dave held my mitt encased hand. It had been a long, at times intense, night and I was still riding that wave of euphoria that one gets from really fantastic sex and a good dose of your lover’s cum inside you. The butt plug helped as well, and from Ben’s expression and the way he was held by Paul, I knew he was in a similar state.
At the foot of the main staircase we stopped. Tristan took my ‘free’ hand in its mitt.
“Tom, your construction is everything we hoped it could be. Welcome to the Hell Fire Club, we hope you and Dave will join us often.” To Dave he said, “Have I your permission to kiss him?”
“Tom?” Dave glanced at me and I smiled. “It looks like he’d welcome it, Tris.”
“Thanks, Tom.” Tristan leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. “You’re exactly what Dave needed in his life.” He smiled. “Look after him for all of us.”
“Yes,” Pierre kissed my cheek and then Ben and Paul—Ben, like me in a full bondage suit—were hugging and kissing me as well.
“Back off, fellows, he’s all mine!” Dave declared laughing as he enfolded me in his arms from behind. “I found him, and I’m not giving him up!” As they all laughed, he whispered, “And I mean it! You’re mine and I’m yours, my love. My star.”
Everyone laughed and smiled as Tristan and Pierre led the way up to their suite and Dave and I followed to reach our own at the end of the wing. Ben and Paul continued up the stairs to their apartment in the converted servants rooms under the eaves. Shutting the door on our suite, Dave turned me to face him, his hands holding my hips.
“What do you want now, my darling?”
“Really?” Grinning, I teased. “I have a choice? I’m plugged, restrained in this incredible suit … and you ask what I want, love? What do you think I want?”
“I want to hear it from you, my darling. What do YOU want now?”
With a laugh, I kissed him. “What I want is for my beautiful devil master to put me on my back on the bed, remove the plug he inserted into my manhole, and replace it with that fiendish third horn of his.” I licked my lips, and lowered my voice. “Fuck me, Dave. As I am. I’m your satyr now … restrain me, and enjoy me.”
His mouth closed over mine as he wrapped his arms round me. There was no further need for speech as he slowly moved us to the bed, lowered me onto it and positioned me carefully. Retrieving some of the strong cargo straps we’d used to secure the trefoil in the van, he used them to fasten my arms to the sides of the bed, then to fix my ankles to the bedhead posts. Carefully he opened the through zip on my suit, exposing the base of the buttplug. Lifting my butt, he slipped a couple of pillows under me, then slowly, and teasingly, began to extract the plug …
I was whimpering with desire when he applied a liberal dos of Pierre’s lube to my hole and to his rigid cock, then positioned himself, pressed that gorgeous ‘head’ to my eager opening and entered me slowly.
Between the sensations his cock created as it pumped into me, the lube with its ‘special’ ingredients, and Dave’s ability to use his penis in ways that sent me into a begging, pleading, whimpering world of pleasure shared, the fuck was everything I could have wished. I was gasping for breath and exhausted when he finally filled me with his cum.
I fell asleep in his arms, still in the bondage suit, almost immediately, my own cock still dribbling cum after his skilful use of it to fuck himself kneeling astride me.
It was late morning when I finally awoke, needing the loo, and still wearing the mitts. Slipping out of bed, I managed to do the necessary, then turned and found myself staring at my image in a full length mirror. Dave slipped into the bathroom behind me, his ram’s horns framing his grin.
“Morning sexy.” His arms slipped round me from behind. “You’ve no idea how sexy you look like that—or out of it!” He chuckled. “We’ve come a long, long way, haven’t we?” Kissing my cheek he laughed. “Remember the night we met? You have no idea how hard it was for me to keep my hands to myself. You were so unsure, so vulnerable, so deliciously innocent, and fighting so hard not admit you found it arousing!” His hand found my semi-hard member. “Any regrets?”
“Two, my love.” My hand found his stiffening member. “That we didn’t know each other sooner.” His member in my hand, I added, “And that you didn’t fuck some sense into me the moment we met” Moving quickly, I positioned his ‘head’ against my opening and pushed him into me. “That’s better, my master.” I laughed. “Damn, you feel so good in there …”
He fucked me over the washbasin, then made me sit while he gave me a fabulous dose of head.
“Well, I have you now, my love.” He chuckled as he stripped me out of the bondage suit. “And I’ve no plans to let you go!”
Back home and back at work in my workshop, life took a very happy direction. I was getting as much work as I could handle, and it was all exactly what I loved to do—restore beautiful antiques to pristine condition. Among my favourite moments now, was waking up in our bed next to my beloved Dave. The only thing better, was to be woken by him with a cup of coffee.
“Good morning, beloved.” Dave put a mug of coffee on the nightstand next to me, then leaned down and kissed me. “Sleep well?”
“Like a baby,” I replied returning the kiss. “I always do when we’re together and sharing a bed, love.” I grinned. “Especially after the sort of lovemaking you gave me last night.”
“Good, so you’re in just the right frame of mind this morning.” Taking my hand he smiled. “Will you marry me, Tom? Or whatever the politically correct term is. I want to make our relationship official and formal.”
For a moment I was speechless, staring at the open box he was offering. It held a gold signet type ring, my initials intertwined with his in a dark red stone embedded in the oval that formed the face of the signet. Accepting it with trembling hands I felt my tears begin to flow.
“It’s beautiful,” I breathed, my eyes now blurred with tears of happiness. “You want to ‘marry’ me?”
“No, Goofus, I really want to put you into a bondage suit, chain you to the bed and have endless sex with you …” Wiping my eyes with a tissue, he leaned in and kissed me. “Yes, Thomas, I want to make our union official. I want to marry you, and have you formally my partner in life.” Plucking the ring from its nest, he took my hand. “Do you say ‘yes’?”
“Oh …” I sniffed. “Yes, love, yes, I will …”
“Good.” He slipped the ring onto my third finger. “Then I’m taking you out to dinner tonight, but, today, I’m going to take you somewhere we will get the ‘spa’ treatment, do a little shopping perhaps, and then dinner at the most romantic restaurant in town …”
He stopped speaking as I wrapped him in my arms, pulled him onto the bed and kissed him.
“First, my love, you’re going to let me make love to you, right now …” I sobbed a breath. “Dave, you don’t need to do any of this … I’m just me, the klutz you took into your life, and set up in a little business … Why do you want me …?
“Told you, Goofus.” Slipping into bed beside me, his leg over mine. “I love you. Now shut up, and tell me what you want right now …”
Despite my emotional state—or perhaps because of it—I giggled. “I want to make love, my darling.” Kissing him, tenderly, I whispered, “Show your fiancé what he’s going to enjoy for the rest of his life.”
“Then stop talking and I’ll show you, my darling.” His mouth covered mine and the kiss held all the love, passion and desire both of us felt.
