Brice had told Jay the truth about the apartment: once he knew that Jay loved it, he put a legal team on it to get to closing. He could do that now - he was in charge - at least at the office. While that process went on, they moved back into Jay's apartment, with Al as well. Jay made it clear to Al, that he enjoyed dominating him, but Al was the beta sub in the house. His husband was alpha among the two of them. Al wasn't too pleased with that, but his choices were to accept it, or to go back to Bill. He stayed.
Jay and Brice also had some serious discussions about their relationship. Brice, through tears, told Jay about how he had "urges" every now and then to be with a woman. The agreement they reached, was that if Brice had that urge, he would get approval from Jay, and if he got it, Jay would unlock him for ONE NIGHT. There was to be absolutely no stepping outside of the relationship with other men, unless Jay set up a party of some kind, where Brice could cavort with other subs.
And Jay stepped up the domination. There was rarely a time that Brice wasn't tied up, in some way. While Jay had made it a habit to let Brice cum once every 2-3 days, he moved that to Sunday afternoons. Once a week. That didn't mean the cage didn't come off more than that, far from it. In fact, Jay seemed to take a new joy in tying Brice down, and edging him, sometimes for an hour, sometimes for two hours. He created roleplay games with Brice, where Brice was a captured detective, or spy, or they would re-enact "the first time." Every night, though, they fell asleep with Brice cradled in Jay's arms, feeling safe and secure with his man.
Jay began to think about the ringing ceremony. It had kind of gotten lost in the mess of Brice's promotion, the marriage, the new apartment. After things had settled down, he began to think about it again.
One Saturday afternoon, after they had made love, Jay thought it might be the right time. He had just untied Brice from the bed, but he had him in one of his favorite positions. He trapped one of Brice's arms under his body, and used a free hand to hold down his other arm, at the wrist. With his free hand, Jay could roam all over Brice's body, especially his nipples, and that's where he was heading now.
"SIR. They're sensitive. You just chewed them for about half an hour." Jay just nodded. "MMMHMMM. You have a problem with that, bottom?" Brice sighed. "No Sir. " "Who owns these nipples? " "You do sir. " "So I can do anything I want to them?" "Yes Sir." Jay paused. It wasn't quite the right time, he climbed on top of Brice. "I got an idea studmuffin. See if you can push me off. I'm gonna set the clock for 15 minutes. If you can't push me off, I get what I want. If you can, you do. Oh... and during those fifteen minutes, the only thing I'm gonna do is play with your nips.
FUCK thought Brice. There is no way I can win this. But maybe.... "GAME ON" he yelled. Jay set the clock, and they began. Brice pushed hard to sit up, to knock Jay off his balance, but a really sharp set of pinches to his nips knocked him on his back again. Once he was there, Jay just began a gentle torment of those tits. Brice tried again. Same thing. Only now, the gentle teasing was really beginning to get to him. He hadn't cum during their love making, so Brice was already hard. The tit play was making things almost intolerable. He began to squirm wildly.
"What's the matter lover boy? Ready to give up?"
"NEVER" came back Brice's answer. "OK. Then...." a stiff pinch and then Jay bent down and got a nip in his teeth. He was far enough away from his husband that Brice couldn't grab his head. He was like a turtle on his back. He moaned, and he squirmed. He looked at the clock. 7 minutes. Another big push to Jay, but that was a mistake. Jay had Brice's nip in his mouth, and , well.... No skin broke, but Jay leered at him. "I think I got you stud. Gonna give?"
Brice said nothing, and kept on squirming. He knew, it wasn't going to do any good. "Ok, ok. I give. I give. Tie me up. Do anything you want. I surrender. I'm yours." Jay rolled over to the side of Brice and smiled "I know." He kissed Brice on the top of his head, but he went back to the position where he restrained Brice. He began to play with Brice's chest hair.
"Know what I've been thinking studmuffin? This hair is hot, but really, it gets in my teeth when I'm playing with you. And a shaving makes a man's whole chest - nips included - more sensitive. So I was thinking...." Brice had thought, often, of how he would react if Jay wanted to shave him the way he had shaved Al. Yes, Brice had surrendered total control to Jay, but, but.... Jay saw the look on his face and laughed. "Don't worry briceman. I LOVE your chest hair. I just LOVE that fucking hair. It's not coming off. But you made me a promise.
"Yes Sir, I did." Jay's face took on a serious expression. He got up, reached into the side table, and pulled out the box with the platinum nipple ring. "I got this months ago. WAY before any of this stuff happened. Even before Mel Junior told you about his. " He paused. "Brice, you're my husband. And that's enough. It really is. But it would honor me, more than you could imagine, if you would take my ring in front of our friends, and acknowledge that you truly belong to me.
Jay had no way of knowing that Brice had been thinking about this since the dinner party at the Millers. He wanted that ring so badly, he would pierce his nipple himself. He didn't hesitate. "Jay, I'm yours. Always. I know we don't need a ring, but if you want it, yes. I'd be honored to wear your ring." He paused. "Now excuse my uppitiness. Kiss me."
Jay had no problem with that. And for two men who were not young anymore, a second round of love making was far from impossible, as they proved.
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Rose began squealing "OH MY GOD CONGRATULATIONS." She jumped up from her seat to hug Jay, right there in the reception area. Of course, other people heard, and out they came. There was oohing and aahing, and of course, Jay's phone came out so that he could show them his "appropriate " pictures of Brice. One of the older secretaries put it plainly. "Honey, you got yourself a HUNK." That provoked a gale of laughter and Jay pretending to be put out by asking "and what did he get , chopped liver?" One of his friends muttered, just loud enough to hear "oh he got meat, probably sausage or salami, but not liver" . And so it went, for that day and the next. His paralegal staff surprised him with a congratulations cake, and a little statue of two grooms arm in arm. It was difficult to get a photo that wasn't digital, but Jay got one of Brice alone, smiling, and one of the two of them, staring into each other's eyes. They both went on his desk. It would be fair to say that, for about a week, Jay didn't get much done as he stared at the photo of Brice, and whispered "I love you." Later in the day, he would stare, as he thought about what he was going to do with Brice that night.
Brice's experience was a bit different. The night before he returned to work, Jay had really scruffed his neck good. Brice still smiled at the memory, but the marks were, well, evident. So, he wore a shirt and tie to work - Jay picked them of course - so that the mark wouldn't show. He didn't tell anyone about what had happened, but late in the day, when he was working with one of the other attorneys, she said "Brice, this is none of my business, but... did you get married?" Brice smiled "This past weekend." Her mouth dropped. "Oh my GOD! You are the LAST person we ever thought would get married. Are we going to get to meet her soon?" Brice smiled again, and said "you'll meet my spouse very soon. Don't worry. " As word got around, the attorneys and staff came by to congratulate him. Almost inevitably, the questions had to do with "her" and "your wife." Brice parried them with "my spouse" or "my other half" until finally, he just got tired of it and said to someone 'WHY DO YOU ASSUME I MARRIED A WOMAN?" Well, THAT got around the office faster than a cold. No one was brazen enough to ask, but after a day, Brice put up his own picture - just one, and of Jay , at Central Park, smelling some hyacinths. Jay didn't even know he had taken that picture. It was one of Brice's favorites. It showed him that Jay COULD be vulnerable. He, too, would stare at the picture during the day, and blow a kiss at it. He looked forward to the days when they could coordinate it, and Jay would walk uptown, meet Brice, and they could walk hand in hand up to Jay's place. Sometimes Jay would give a hint for what he had in store for Brice, and sometimes he just kept mum. Jay would tease Brice about how he really should get a standing desk, because he had to be sore when he was sitting down. It was true, but Brice treated that soreness as another sign, that he was loved.
Brice also saw, first hand, what Jay had gone through while he worked there. "You're married to a MAN???" was one comment he got. Another was "You're a FAG? REALLY?" The one that bothered him the most though was "well, Brice, to each his own, but he's a PARALEGAL." Brice knew that Jay was smarter than most, if not all of the attorneys he worked with. He had tried to get Jay to go to law school, but Jay steadfastedly refused. "I like YOUR tight ass. I don't want to BECOME a tight ass" was a line he used a lot. In fact, Jay was afraid that law school would turn him into the same kind of person who said the kind of things that they said to Brice. Brice eventually dropped it, after Jay reminded him of the remarks when he pulled the nipple clamps hard during their foreplay.
There WERE supportive attorneys at the firm. One of his law partners came to him once, and said "Brice, all I can say is: it's about fucking time?" When Brice looked stunned the attorney said "Look, when I was growing up, my mother told me 'if a girl hits you, it means she likes you. You took a pretty good shot at Jay. And you know what? Before you did that, I saw the way you looked at him. You were smitten. Always. I'm glad you worked it out. " The most supportive person, however, was the other legal assistant, who had come on to Brice. He was still there - he was a good worker. "Brice daddy, I'm happy for you, and jealous. Any chance of me getting in that bed with the two of you?" He grinned. Brice thought it was so funny that he told Jay. Jay in turn, howled with laughter, and declined, but told Brice he'd make an exception to the "no men" rule if Brice wanted to fuck him, and he could watch. Brice tried to be devious, and said "I'll think about it." That got him wrestled to the bed and tickled for 15 minutes before he gave in and said he was teasing, and then a really, REALLY thorough fucking.
Jay realized that setting up this ceremony was going to be more involved than their official marriage. Bill wanted to go, and so did Vince. Al was going to be there. The Millers. The Millers' son and Ahmed, and who else? Jay arranged for the leather bar to close for the three hours or so they would be partying. Loretta insisted that he come with her to pick out an appropriate leather themed outfit. "Make SURE I look better than your husband darling. And MAKE SURE that there are black roses. " Jay rarely blushed. He did when he asked the next question. "Uh, Loretta, should we shop for a whip?" Her response was direct. "No need. I bought one of those already." When Jay's mouth dropped she laughed. "Just for show darling, just for show. Rest assured I'm not abusing your precious Mel, although to be honest, if he doesn't stop giving me brochures about Caribbean islands to look at, I may have to start."
"But Loretta. I thought you were looking forward to him retiring." "I WAS. Just not in some God forsaken part of the world. I'm a New Yorker Jay. Just like you. If Brice asked you to move to, oh, I don't know, Kansas, would you go?" "Loretta, Kansas isn't the Caribbean.
WELL WHATEVER. I mean, I understand giving up the big apartment, but I LIKE New York. Geez, if I DID call you to go to the opera with me at the last minute, in CURACAO." Jay smiled. "Loretta, I see your point. I think we can fix this. "
She paused, "tell me more darling." Jay's inherent craftiness got to work. "Well, my dear, you ARE going to a leather bar, there WILL be photographs..." "SAY NO MORE MY EVIL GENIUS. I can take it from here. Now let's find Momma a dress." Loretta was in extremely good shape and they found her a bustier with a diamond fringe, and a flared leather skirt. Then the gloves, the cap and she was finished. "I look like Marlene Dietrich as interpreted by Robert Mapelthorpe as interpreted by Lady Gaga. I think I'm fashion forward." When Jay told the story to Brice, he would have laughed hysterically, except Jay had him tied up and gagged, in sweaty gym clothes. Tonight was "kidnap a jock" fantasy night, and Brice knew that the gag was going to be replaced with a sweaty supporter in a few minutes. He hoped Jay was using one of the ones he wore.
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The night of the ring ceremony had arrived. Brice would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. The night before, rather than penetrating him, Jay had cuddled Brice, kissed him, and was as gentle as a very aroused lamb. He finished off by jerking off all over his husband. He aimed some of it at Brice's mouth, so he could have the taste. "I'm saving the really good stuff for when you're officially mine" Jay sneered.
"Seriously Sir," Brice asked. "Is this going to hurt ?" Jay held Brice's hand. "Not nearly as much as it does when I pound your ass. " "But Sir, that feels good. I don't think of it as hurting anymore." Jay smiled. He had trained Brice well. "Then don't worry. It's going to be a little pinch and, trust me on this Briceman. You'll be over a LOT of your inhibitions about being seen in public after this."
He pulled out the leather outfit he had bought for Brice months ago. He had gotten it on the assumption that workouts would make Brice fill it out better. It had. The short sleeves accented Brice's new biceps, and now, all the squats Sean had made him do, had given him , as Jay's friends put it "one. fine. butt." When Brice modeled it, Jay couldn't help but thinking "I'm married to the hottest man in the city." He went up to Brice and yanked his hands behind his back. "I am SO fucking head over heels for you." He shoved his tongue in Brice's mouth. When he was done, Brice asked "And I have my heels over my head so fucking much for you Sir." Jay held Brice close as he laughed . "Loretta told you to say that, didn't she." Brice smiled. "How did you know?" Jay responded. "Listen, I don't know what we woke up in that woman, but I think she is more into this than we are. WAIT until you see her outfit. " He fitted Brice with a leather band over his right bicep, he adjusted the one on his left arm, and off they went. Brice wasn't used to the leather boots, so they walked a little slowly. That gave everyone around a chance to wolf whistle - and they did. Jay leaned over to Brice "Most of that is for you. NOT ALL OF IT" but most. Brice grinned. He knew that. He felt good.
The bar was already crowded when they got there. "Do you recognize Loretta?, " Jay asked Brice. He pointed and Brice's mouth dropped. "She's LORETTA? Where's Mel?" She came over. "He's trying to hide in the bathroom gents." Brice was puzzled "But I thought he came to one of these when Sean took Ahmed's ring." "He did... I just didn't know about costuming. By the way, I met the designer at the bar. He told me he'd design another one just for me." Just then, Jerry from the leather shop came over. He had a bottle of vodka in his hands. "THANK GOD DARLING" Jerry offered to buy me a drink. I told him to make it a big one. I told him I only put big things in my mouth. " She paused. "Sort of like you Brice." He blushed deeply. "I WAS SPEAKING OF YOUR TABLE MANNERS. GEEZ." She turned to Jay "Are you working on it?" He nodded. "Yup. And on other big things in his mouth. " Brice whined "you know, I'm having enough trouble with this." Loretta wouldn't let him off the hook. "Did you forget baby powder before you slipped into those?" Jay wasn't either "Normally, the sub is gagged during this ceremony. I didn't plan to, but we may have to start now.
Mel came to join them from the bathroom. "Well, I have to say that the first one was interesting. This one seems to be quite out of control." Jay laughed. "Well, that's because Brice is so sexy, and there are a lot of people who want to see his beautiful chest." Loretta laughed. "you're embarrassing my husband." She took a big swig of the vodka and handed it back to Jerry. "In fact, you're embarrassing YOUR husband." Mel's son came over, with Ahmed. "You guys ready? " Jay looked at Brice "You DON'T have to do this. Are you sure?" Brice leaned in and shoved HIS tongue down Jay's throat." Ahmed laughed. "Yeah, he's ready. " Mel Junior looked at him. "Ok, stud, let's go. The tradition is that the man being ringed, has to be tied by someone with one already. That'd be me." Jay squeezed Brice's hand one more time before they went off. The crowd began to howl when they saw Mel Junior spreadeagling Brice to the St. Andrew cross. Once he was done, Jerry handed the bottle to Loretta. "My turn."
He went to the front of the room and snapped a small whip on the table to get everyone's attention. "Ladies and girls, tonight is a very special night. Tonight, Brice takes Jay's ring." There was applause. "Let me tell you. I've known Jay for more years than either of us want to admit. I know Brice for about a year. I've seen my share of relationships, and I can pretty much tell which ones will work and which ones will not. " He paused, and seemed to well up a little. "Folks, this one, I knew from the first minute, was a keeper. Both of them. I'd say that any of you would be lucky to get either of them, but... YOU'RE TOO LATE." He paused again. "Ok, let's get this done before I choke up. Jay, Ahmed, can you come forward please." Ahmed kissed his partner, and he and Jay walked up. Ahmed was the ring presenter. When they got to the front, Jay gave Brice a wink. He could tell he was nervous. As Jerry spoke, Jay began opening Brice's shirt. Someone yelled "YOU DIDN"T SHAVE HIM. HOT." That made them both laugh. Brice could tell, from Jay's eyes, that he was getting aroused. Ahmed handed Jay a small pair of pincers first. He put them around Brice's right nipple. One, two three, he mouthed, and he was done. Jay was right. It didn't hurt. Then Jay took the platinum ring from the box Ahmed was presenting. He put it through the holes, and snapped it shut . He looked at Brice. "I've always wanted you. Now, I have you. We are one. I love you Brice." There was a great huzzah! from the crowd. It sounded like Loretta was leading it. Ahmed took Brice down from the cross, and he fell into Jay's arms. He was sobbing. "I love you so much Sir. I want you forever." Their kiss after that, was spoken of at the bar, for months.
"Ah, true lust" came out of the mouth of Loretta. "Jerry, where's that vodka. I need to kill any memories of my youth. " Mel came over to her. "Darling, you'll always be young to me." "OH GOOD LORD I HOPE NOT" she responded. "Kiss me you old man. Kiss your old lady." When he did, Ahmed took the pictures just as Jay asked him to. Right at the end, Loretta even slipped a little tongue in his mouth. Mel looked at her. "My word. We have to go to more gay bars." She smiled. "We will, darling, we will. "
Jay rebuttoned Brice's shirt "I don't want to drive the boys TOO crazy. Let's go have some champagne. It's a big night, studmuffin. " He turned to Brice. "And when we get home later, it's gonna get bigger. " Brice could feel the ring rubbing up against his shirt. It felt good. It reminded him of everything that had happened that year. There were things he regretted, but he would never regret that day he invited Jay for a drink. He didn't expect this would happen, but it did. He couldn't be happier.
Nope, folks, we're not done yet. If I had to guess, I'd say there are 2, maybe 3 more chapters left. If you have REASONABLE suggestions (tying Brice to a saw horse and branding him, is NOT a reasonable suggestion), email the author, and maybe we'll go further. I'm really thrilled so many of you are enjoying the story, and giving props to this rookie author.