Adjusting
I was the first to awaken, at first confused by being in a strange bed and laying next to a sleeping man. Then he stirred next to me, muttered something as he turned toward me and put an arm across my chest.
“Good morning, love,” I whispered, gently kissing his forehead.
His eyes flickered open and he grinned as his arm tightened on my chest.
“How I want to wake up every morning,” he whispered, pulling himself half onto me and throwing his leg over mine. “Did you sleep well, my darling?”
“Like a log,” I giggled, “and I can feel something getting a bit excited …”
“So can I,” he retorted. “What are we going to do about it?”
“I think I’d like to try doing what I did last night with it …” I began, stopping as his mouth covered mine.
“Would you?” His smile was warm. “Really?”
“You need to ask?” I whispered, hugging him. “May I?”
“I’d love you to, my darling.” Repositioning himself, he made to guide me, but I forestalled him.
“Let me do it my way, love, I want to explore you properly, so I can memorise you, and treasure what I will be coming home to after work …”
Now in the early light, I took my time, kissing, massaging, nibbling his nipples in a way I’d seen described in an article. Gradually I worked my way down to his ‘jewels’, and now I could see if I had the ability to satisfy him fully. Remembering the feel of having my balls sucked, and my own cock explored, I repeated my exploration of the night. The response was exactly what I’d hoped—in Dave and in myself.
My reward was a good dose of cum, then a switch in positions as Dave took charge and returned the favour.
“Shower?” He asked, sitting on my stomach, his hands on my shoulders. “What time do you have to head for GBS?”
“I start at eight.” Grinning cheekily, I moved my hips under him. “I’ll have to tell my boss I won’t need a lift home tonight and give him this address—I’d better have a shower.” I laughed, "I think I smell of sex, sweat and my lovely, lover.”
“Is that a problem?” Dave asked, holding me down and grinning.
“I don’t really care, but some of my co-workers really do … smell a bit, and I don’t want to break my routine of showering before work.”
It was a bit of a surprise to realise that I did like the smell of our sex. The musky smell of fresh cum and its associated precum, I found comforting. I liked how I felt when he made love to me, and I loved how I felt after giving him head. The taste of him and his cum lingered in my mouth and nose. As for the feelings after he’d given me that wonderful climax as he gave me head …
It was totally unlike how I’d felt on other occasions after all my furtive attempts at sex, and especially after those unpleasant encounters with Mr Jones …
“Go on then, have your shower, love. I’ll make us some coffee and get you some breakfast.” Lifting himself off me, he playfully fondled my manhood. “You know, I think I should put these under lock and key. I can’t let you get away, or risk having someone else steal you.”
“You mean you want to lock me into a chastity belt?” Laughing, I retorted, “Only if I get to lock you into one!”
“You’re on!” He retorted.
“Choose your new belt,” Dave greeted me as I came in from work. After a week in his flat and in his bed, we’d settled into a comfortable routine around each other. Grinning, he indicated several steel and rubber chastity belts. “I’ve got two of each here. I’m going to wear an identical one to whichever you choose, my love.”
A lot had happened in the week, not least the news that the roof over my flat required a complete rebuild, not just recovering. That gave me an excuse. I’d given immediate notice and we’d removed all my furniture, technically, I was now ‘homeless’, except I wasn’t. Dave had made that absolutely clear and almost before I’d had a chance to argue, my flat had been cleared and the key returned to the agent.
I knew that Dave worked from the workshop downstairs, as he put it, ‘designing and building’ gear for special clients. Among other things, he created bespoke outfits, and dungeon bondage furniture. He charged a lot for it as well, and yet never seemed to not have orders to fill.
“I might ask you to help me with some of the assembly stuff from time to time, love,” was all he said about it when I asked how he managed.
At work there’d been a bit of teasing, but now It was just accepted that I lived with the ‘mad rubber guy’ in Gaol Lane. My ‘job’ is a five day week—forty two hours—but, every alternate week I had to work a Saturday or a Sunday and got either a Friday or a Monday off to keep my time straight. Tonight would be the start of my ‘weekend’ with the next two days ‘off’.
“You’re serious?” I laughed looking at the devices he’d laid out. “You want me to wear one to work?”
“You bet I do.” He grinned. “I want to keep you under lock and key at all times you’re out of my sight.” Hugging me from behind, he kissed my neck, and bit gently. Something about his crotch felt different, but his hug felt good. “We’ll lock each other up every morning, and have the fun of releasing each other in the evening.” His hand found my crotch, as he growled in my ear, “I know you fantasise about it—all those photo mags you’ve collected—well we can both stop fantasising and take control of each other.”
“Okay,” I said slowly, eyeing the devices he’d set out. “Don’t you have to be specially measured for some of these?”
“Yes, for some.” Nipping my neck again, he whispered, his hand now holding my growing crotch, “But I have the equipment to adapt these to fit perfectly.” Biting my neck again, he growled, “So choose wisely, my lover—and we’ll start tonight …”
“I choose … that one.” I tapped the Carrera belt. It would be the easiest to wear under my jeans and it looked the most restrictive.
“Good choice,” he said. “My favourite as well.” His hands undid my belt and opened my flies. “Shoes off and drop the kecks. I’m going to fit it right now.” He laughed. “I’m already wearing it’s twin and I’ve put my key under your pillow.”
“Will you be able to fit it like this?” I asked, turning to show my stiff erection.
“Easy,” he said removing my shirt and tee. “I’m going to give you a locking up present, and then fit it. Sit here …”
Yes, sir,” I laughed and sat. After that speech wasn’t necessary. He was ‘hungry’ and wasted no time—but still managed to send me to the moon, round Mars, and land me on Venus. I was still getting my breath back when he began to assemble the thing on my genitals.
The lock clicked softly and he brandished the key. It was attached to a decorative chain and he smiled.
“This stays with me.” Looping the chain over his head, he let the key fall. “Go and take a shower, you gorgeous, sexy, beast—we’re going out to supper to celebrate our first week, and our new ownership of each other.”
“Shower?” I asked. “Wearing this?”
“Yup, it’s designed to take it.” Scrutinising me he asked, “Is it comfortable, I had it made to my best guesses for you.”
“It’s good fit, a bit … confining … and snug.” I grinned. “Ask me after I’ve worn it a few hours.”
Taking him in my arms, I pulled him into a hug, and ground my steel covered crotch against his, feeling the solid clunk as his crotch cover met mine and kissed him, probing with my tongue to savour the taste of my cum in his mouth.
“I’ve put out an outfit for you on the bed,” he said as I gathered my clothes and headed for the bedroom and the shower. “I’ll change while you shower.”
