I: A Lesson in Manners
Eric stepped out of his car into the cool of a Michigan October afternoon. The air was crisp and fresh. The sound of the birds returning to their nightly roost filled the neighborhood. He listened to the birds for a moment. Across the street in the park the voices of two boys kicking a soccer ball joined the clamor in the trees.
Eric was a tall man with red hair and bright green eyes. He wore his hair in a buzz cut. On his chin he had a small handsome red goatee. There was no mustache above his moist crimson lips. Below the outside corner of his left eye an inch-and-a-half-long vertical scar marked his cheek.
He left the sounds and cool air and walked into the kitchen.
“Nick!” he called.
No answer.
He looked in the living room. No one. He walked back through the kitchen to the basement door and listened. He smiled. The sound of Nick’s singing came up the stairway. Eric began the walk down the stairs. On his way he heard Nick’s cell phone ring.
“Hello,” Eric heard Nick answer his phone. “Hi, James.”
Eric had met James several times at the Hair Lady. He was a middle-aged short stocky queen. Nick was very fond of James and they often spoke together on the telephone. Eric stopped near the bottom of the stairway and listened.
“I’m just straightening up the entertainment room,” Eric heard Nick say. “No, he’s still at work.”
“Everything’s great.”
“Yes, James, I’m still happy. You know I’m happier now than I’ve ever been.”
Eric smiled to himself. He was proud he made Nick happy. He was proud he had Nick’s love.
Eric took the last remaining steps and stopped at the foot of the stairway. He looked into the room. His partner was facing away from the stairs and had not yet seen him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Eric whispered as he stood looking at Nick.
Nick was beautiful. Stunningly beautiful. He was an inch shorter than Eric’s six feet three inches. He carried all the smooth-skinned beauty given to him by his Italian father and his Greek mother. His rich black hair was cut short. The old jeans he wore showed off his magnificent round butt.
Eric looked at that butt. He knew it well. He had spent much time exploring and discovering that delicious butt.
He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned his right shoulder against the doorframe. He smiled with arrogance as he thought of all the men who wanted Nick. They wanted him. Eric had him.
Nick and James spoke for a few more minutes. Nick said goodbye, closed his telephone, and turned around. He jumped with a start.
“Goddamn!” he exclaimed.
“Sorry, Baby,” Eric said.
He came into the room and kissed Nick’s warm beautiful mouth.
“I didn’t hear you come in,” Nick said.
Before he answered, Eric took a moment to look into Nick’s warm brown eyes. Those eyes were Eric’s home, Eric’s life.
“I got home a few minutes ago,” he said.
“Yeah?” Nick asked. “How long have you been standing here?”
“Since your phone rang,” Eric answered.
“You were eavesdropping on me?” Nick asked.
“Yeah, I suppose I was.”
“Why?”
“No reason,” Eric answered.
Nick studied Eric for a minute.
“It’s not polite to eavesdrop,” Nick said.
“Well, you weren’t discussing any big secrets.”
“You still should have let me know you were here.”
“What’s the big deal?” Eric asked.
“The big deal is common courtesy,” Nick answered with what Eric thought sounded like annoyance.
“Man, I’m sorry,” Eric apologized.
“Sorry won’t do it,” Nick said.
His face was emotionless.
“It’s time you relearned some manners.”
“Manners?” Eric asked. “What the hell are you talking about?”
Nick did not answer. He walked around Eric and started up the stairs. He stopped in the middle of the stairway and turned to look back at his mate.
“Follow me,” he ordered.
He turned and continued his walk up the stairs. During the three years they had been together Eric had learned Nick found great pleasure in teasing him, picking on him, and tempting him. He smiled to himself. He would play the game. Eric followed his partner up the stairway.
Nick led him through the kitchen, the living room, up the stairs to the second floor, and into their bedroom. Again he turned and looked at Eric.
“Go take a hot shower,” Nick said. “When you’re finished, come back without a towel or clothes.”
Nick’s face was still impassive. Eric studied him for a moment. Then he turned, left their bedroom, walked down the hall to the bathroom, and showered as ordered. When he finished and had dried himself, he returned to their bedroom. Again he had followed his orders and was naked. His milk-white skin was pink from the heat of the shower. The golden-red hairs that covered his chest and stomach and dusted his arms and legs had been fluffed by his towel.
Eric saw their bed had been turned down. A small pile of neatly folded white clothing was in the middle of the bed. Nick pointed to the clothes.
“Put these on, lay on the bed, and wait for me,” he said in a calm authoritative voice. “Don’t do anything thing else. Don’t get off the bed.”
Nick left their bedroom, went into the bathroom, and closed the door. In a few minutes Eric heard the shower come on. He stared at the bedroom door and again smiled to himself. Slowly, he turned and picked up the clothes. There was a pair of white briefs, a white T-shirt, and a pair of white socks. Following his orders, he put the things on and stretched out on the bed. Soon, he heard the shower turn off. In a few minutes Nick returned to their bedroom. He was wearing white socks, white briefs, and a white T-shirt.
Nick walked to their dresser, opened a top drawer, and took something out. When he turned around, Eric saw he was carrying several short pieces of rope. Nick walked to Eric and looked down at him. Neither of the men spoke. Nick placed a length of rope by Eric’s left hand. He walked to the foot of the bed and put a length of rope across his left ankle.
He went to Eric’s right hand, gently took the arm, and wrapped the last length of rope around the wrist. Eric noted the rope was very soft, almost silky. Nick tied the ends of the rope to the bedpost. He returned to Eric’s left arm and tied it in the same way. With deep fascination Eric watched Nick as he went about his silent work. When Nick had both arms secured, he walked to Eric’s feet and tied them together. Then he tied the feet to the footboard.
Eric was on his back with arms stretched out and feet bound together. He was tied securely. The ropes did not hurt, but he knew he was unable to free himself. He was also aware of a warm, delicious feeling between his legs. His great, Danish cock was slowly thickening. He was fascinated and deeply aroused.
That arousal was growing.
Nick climbed onto their bed and stepped over Eric’s waist so he stood straddling him. With calculated slowness, he squatted and lowered himself until he sat on the thickening cock that lay trapped by the briefs against Eric’s body. Nick’s warm, hard ass cheeks caressed Eric’s anxious cock.
Nick leaned forward and brought his face close to Eric’s face. His lips pursed as if to kiss his mate’s eager mouth. Eric raised his head to meet the kiss. Nick suddenly backed away. He leaned in again and repeated the tease. Again he backed away as Eric moved to kiss him.
Then Nick began to slowly drag his stomach and chest across the excited hardness of Eric’s now impatient cock. When Nick’s face reached the cock that was trying to rip free of the white briefs, he stopped. Eric looked down his long body and saw a wet spot on his underwear by his cock’s giant head.
Carefully and with maddening slowness, Nick rubbed the massive pole with his face. He nibbled, he bit, and he tugged with his teeth at Eric’s cotton-trapped cock. He opened his mouth and breathed hot breath onto the demanding organ.
Eric wanted to scream. He wanted to break loose and fuck Nick’s throat. He wanted to explode into his lover’s mouth and onto his face. But, he forced himself to remain quiet and play Nick’s game.
Nick sat up and looked down at his mate. Eric felt the heat of his own face. He knew it was red with lust. He knew Nick was now in control.
Once more Nick moved and sat on the thick, hard cock that was being held flat against Eric’s body. Slowly, he rubbed his ass on the cotton-shrouded hard cock.
Slowly, wantonly, Nick took off his shirt and threw it to the floor. His beautiful, silky, hairless chest filled Eric’s eyes. Those happy eyes traveled to Nick’s navel. There Eric saw the beginning of that single dark line of hair he so often followed down into Nick’s pants.
Nick wet his fingers with his mouth and began pinching his blood-filled fat, pointed nipples. He pulled his nipples. They grew fatter, longer, and the red color deepened. Eric loved to bite those nipples and pull them with his teeth. It excited him when Nick cried in pleasure from his savage attacks on those beautiful husky nipples.
Nick groaned. Eric raised his hips and pushed his cock against that sweet ass he loved and knew so well.
Nick put his hands in the fly of his briefs and pulled the opening wide. With a quick tug, he ripped the underwear apart. His long, fat erection jumped from the torn cotton into freedom and danced before Eric’s glad eyes. Nick took his hard cock in his right hand. Eric stared in fascination at the cock Nick was holding. A bead of pre-cum clung bravely to the slit on the silky fat head. Eric longed to lick that single salty drop.
Nick moved up Eric’s body so he sat on his stomach. With his left hand he reached around and took hold of Eric’s still-shrouded cock. He squeezed it as he began to stroke his own.
A moan sounded deep in Nick’s throat. He released both cocks, took Eric’s T-shirt in his strong hands, and tore it wide apart.
Eric looked down over his powerful chest covered with the thick red forest. His eyes once more found Nick’s beautiful, long, fat cock. Nick again began masturbating with his right hand. With his left hand he took Eric’s right nipple between his thumb and first finger. He squeezed and pulled the nipple. A small, almost suppressed, moan came from Eric’s throat in response to the glorious pain.
Nick kept working his own cock. He pumped his cock and moved his hips so he ground his ass onto Eric’s hard stomach. With his other hand, he pinched and pulled Eric’s nipple until the pain and the pleasure were blurred together.
Eric saw Nick’s shoulders begin to shake. From deep in Nick’s throat came a sudden brutish grunt. Eric’s mesmerized eyes watched the eruption. The slit on the head of Nick’s cock opened and a rope of white creamy cum shot into the air. It was a blast of power that bathed their headboard, Eric’s face, and his chest with rich, thick, salty wetness.
Nick released his cock and let it stand alone. Eric watched in excited hunger as that cock slowly ended its pumping and quivering. He watched as the last of the creamy cum oozed out and coated the head. Nick fell back and rested his head on Eric’s ankles. Eric listened as Nick worked to catch his breath. He knew from happy experience that Nick was often unable to walk after a deep and powerful orgasm. Moments slowly slid by before Nick climbed off Eric and the bed.
Nick stood tall and looked down at his happy prisoner. Eric looked up into Nick’s brown eyes. Eric’s enraged cock was still trying to rip out of his cotton briefs. From the heat he felt, Eric knew his face was probably bright scarlet with his unreleased lust. He also felt the cum that was splashed on his nose, eyebrows, eyelashes, and lips. He was aware of thick cream cooling on his proud red goatee, that same goatee Nick so often pulled with his teeth.
Still staring up at his spouse, Eric smiled and used his tongue to slowly clean the cum from his lips.
Nick turned and walked to the chair in the corner of the room. He removed his tattered briefs and dressed in a pair of old blue jeans and a faded green T-shirt. After he had changed, he walked to the dresser and opened the same drawer from which he had gotten the ropes. He turned around and faced Eric. In his right hand he held a large hunting knife. The blade was bright and shining in the light from the window.
He returned to Eric. With the fingers of his left hand he casually rubbed Eric’s chest hairs that were coated with the now-cold cum. He leaned forward and slowly ran his tongue in one long lazy lick over Eric’s lips. Then softly he kissed Eric’s mouth.
Nick stood and used the knife he carried to cut the rope that bound Eric’s left hand. He walked around the bed and carefully laid the knife on the wet red hairs of Eric’s strong chest. Then he calmly turned and walked out the door.
Left alone in the room, Eric grabbed the knife, cut his remaining restraints, and jumped from the bed. He tore his briefs and the remnants of his T-shirt from his body. With his anxious cock leading the way with a bobbing dance, he rushed downstairs wearing only the white socks.
He bounded noisily into the living room and looked for Nick. A sound came from the kitchen. He hurried to the door and looked into the room.
Nick was standing at the counter with his back to the door. Eric rushed in, grabbed him by the upper arms, and savagely pulled him to the floor. Nick spun around as he was being pulled down and fought the attack. His resistance was strong. His resistance was silent. His resistance was less than needed.
Eric felt the man he loved slowly surrender to him. With his powerful arms, Eric flipped his mate onto his stomach. He reached around Nick’s waist and unbuttoned his jeans. Urgently, barbarically, he pulled the jeans off Nick’s body and threw them from his awareness.
Savagely, he ripped the back of Nick’s underpants wide apart. He spit into his hand and bathed his impatient cock with the saliva. His strong, large hands divided the glorious round satin cheeks of Nick’s butt. He leaned forward and let a large drop of spit fall onto the hole he was about to invade. With his thumb, he smeared his spit over and into that hole. He took his large cock in his hand and aimed it well. Forcefully, yet with care, his cock entered Nick’s sweet ass. Deeper he sank into that glorious hole. He smiled to himself when he heard a gasp of pleasure escape from his lover’s beautiful mouth.
He had conquered. He was victorious. He now savored that victory. He reveled in his domination, his triumph, his glory.
On the kitchen floor, Eric fucked his mate with all the power of his unreleased passion. Nick lifted his hips and pushed back to meet each thrust Eric gave him. Eric bit the back of Nick’s neck and shoulders. He held Nick’s upper arms in a vise-like grip. Time dissolved. There was only the sound of their sweat-covered bodies slapping together, their gasping for breath, and their growls of pleasure.
Then it happened. Caesar stepped onto the shores of Britannia. Zeus conquered Olympus. Vesuvius exploded. The shock. The power. The dizzying release. The momentary insanity that flooded the mind. Eric’s toes curled. His body shook and trembled. His cock spat and spewed a massive flood of cum that filled Nick’s ass.
Eric shook and rocked. His mind and his body became one screaming red flame. When his cock finally finished pumping into Nick’s ass, his wet body collapsed onto his lover’s back. They rested together, one on top of the other, for several moments.
Slowly, Eric raised his hips and pulled his cock from the tight, silky ass he owned. The ass he would kill to defend. The ass Nick had vowed to him and to him alone. That sweet ass made a small slurping sound of protest as the triumphant cock wetly slipped out of it.
Still beneath Eric, Nick rolled onto his back. Eric stretched his body on Nick’s body. He raised his head and the two young men looked into each other’s eyes. Eric kissed his spouse’s eyebrows and smiling mouth. Nick opened his mouth, inviting Eric’s tongue to enter. The tongue accepted the invitation. Nick sucked gently on the tongue before he released it. The two rolled onto their sides and held each other in a loving, silent, tender embrace on the kitchen floor.
With lips brushing skin, Eric whispered into Nick’s ear, “I own you. I own you forever.”
Nick gently rubbed his cheek against Eric’s cheek.
“Yes, you do. You do own me,” he whispered in answer, “and I own you.”
They lay silent for a few minutes.
Eric felt a large grin grow on his face. He kissed Nick’s forehead.
“That was fucking awesome, man,” he said.
“You know, we couldn’t play like this if we still had to us those goddamn condoms,” Nick said.
“One of the joys of monogamy,” Eric answered.
Suddenly, he raised his head and looked at Nick.
“Hey, since when do we keep rope and a knife in our dresser drawer?” he asked.
“I put them there when you were taking your shower.”
“Where did that silky rope come from?” Eric asked.
“I bought it.”
“Why?” Eric asked.
“So I could do this.”
“Do what?”
“Teach you manners.”
“You didn’t know I was going to eavesdrop,” Eric said.
“No,” Nick admitted, “but, I planned on finding some reason to punish you.”
“You fucking little punk,” Eric happily said.
Nick smiled and leaned his forehead against Eric’s.
“You know I love it when you conquer me, control me, crush me,” Nick whispered.
Eric smiled and pulled Nick tight to him. On the kitchen floor in his strong arms, Eric crushed a smiling and, he knew, a very happy Nick.
