Anyone who's moved, knows that it can be traumatic, or at least difficult. Moving three adults was not a picnic, but Jay's skills get things moving. As the move progressed, his mind moved to how he was living with two lawyers, neither of whom had a clue as to how to handle this. Hmmmm.
It happened, though, and they were installed in the new apartment Brice had bought for them. Al had his bedroom as the beta sub, while Jay and Brice shared the bigger room. When Jay wanted Al, he would always take him in Al's room, rather than the room he shared with his husband. He COULD have just asserted his dominance, but he thought it was much, well, "classier" to do it this way. It seemed to work. Even though Brice now had the privilege of seeing a woman occasionally, he never used it. He came home to Jay every night, and he was glad to . When they could work it out, he and Jay would meet in front of Brice's building and go home together, holding hands, getting the whistles from other gay guys, and some women, and things were working well.
Shortly after they had moved in, one of the trials Brice was working on erupted. A trial date was set. If you've worked in a law firm, you know what that means: it's all hands on deck. The trial was in the midwest, and Brice was going to have to be on the road for about three weeks.
"I really hate having to go Sir," he moaned, from underneath Jay, while Jay was topping him after work one day. "It is what it is studmuffin." Jay kissed his husband, then moved his fingers to Brice's nip, and began squeezing. "I'll expect certain things out of you, and in you, so to speak, and we'll discuss that when I'm done tonight."
"Yes Sir" was all Brice could get out before Jay flooded his mouth with his cock. Brice was leaving late on Sunday night, so Jay was going to release his cock for a Saturday session, and he did so, after he had finished shooting his load into the sub. "Know what, sweetcakes?" He began speaking as he started edging Brice. "Since you're gonna be away so long, I had something made last week." "OOOOOH ," Brice moaned as Jay expertly circled his cock head. "What would that be Sir." From the smile on Jay's face, he had a feeling it had to do with keeping him in line sexually.
"I went and visited Jerry last week, while you were working late. And know what I got you? I got a solid cast of my cock. It's plastic, so it'll be fine in your luggage, and you can use it every night - and you WILL use it every night. And every morning. In your mouth. Is that clear, subboi?"
The thought of a portable version of Jay's cock was just too much. That thought, and the combination of Jay working Brice's, brought him to the edge faster than usual. 'YESSSSS SIR.!!!!!" As the cum flew out of Brice, he gasped "That sounds like the best gift you've ever given me." He pulled Jay into him, Jay nibbling his ear, whispering "Thank you for this apartment. It's wonderful. Thank you for being so fucking hot. But most of all." And he arched up and kissed Brice "Thank you for being you." They fell asleep that way.
Al was on notice that he would be serving as Jay's bedmate for the next three weeks. His initial response was '3 WEEEKS??" which got him a half an hour of tit clamp work while he was gagged, tied in the chair, followed by a truly solid fuck from Jay.
Jay had more plans for Al, as we shall now learn.
When he was having the cast made, Jay heard some discussion of Prince Alberts. He had some notion of them. While he didn't want to put one in Brice's cock, he thought having one in Al's was a capital idea. He discussed the prospect with Jerry. "Why not? It's a good way to keep him in line, because it'll only stimulate him when he gets hard, and since he's caged... And you said he could be defiant. This will be another way to keep him in line." Jay smiled "Jerry, I love the way you think." Jerry smiled back "He wouldn't be the first one I've done. They made the appointment.
Jay drove to the airport with Brice, keeping his hand solidly on Brice's crotch while the driver inched through the traffic. He might be going away but he was going away with a hard on. Jay would make sure of that. He waited with Brice in the waiting room, until they called Brice's flight. An advantage of being senior management, was that Brice could not fly with the other attorneys, in case something happened. There would be six attorneys on the team, with Brice supervising. They were travelling on four different planes. Brice was the last one out.
"SKYPE. EVERY DAY." "I know Sir, I know." "And I want you naked, putting that cast in your butt, so I can see that you're doing it right." "Yes Sir. Yes. I will." And.... " Jay pulled out the key to Brice's cage. "I'm gonna trust you. No taking it off without my permission." Brice made a sick little grin. "Are you gonna give it while I'm' away?" Jay smiled. "depends on how Al performs. If I'm in a good mood... maybe." FUCK said Brice, laughing. "You're giving him control over me?" Jay laughed. "I haven't told him." There was a final call for the plane. Jay grabbed Brice. "Hey you. Take care of yourself. Don't be a pig about cleaning up. And be nice to your staff." There were ten paralegals going out. "If I hear any of you were nasty to them, I'm blaming you. " The last thing Brice said before he got on the plane was "If that's supposed to stop me? The thought of being punished by you. It's not going to work." Then he was off.
To quote a line from an old song, Jay returned home "much too empty to be sad," and went into Al's room. He shoved him on the bed, threw his legs in the air, rimmed him for 20 minutes, and then fucked him for another 20. The next morning, he did it again.
Three days later, he called Al at work. "Beta boi. Meet me in front of your building. 7pm. Not a minute later. We clear?" Al gulped. This had never happened. "Yes Sir. I understand." "You better. Bill knows I called and he's gonna be watching." Now, Al wished he had been more subservient to Bill. He knew something was up, but what? He had no idea. He COULD ask Vince, but Vince would surely tell Bill, and that would not end well.
So he showed up on time, and Jay looked him over. "When you walk with me, your hands go behind your back, stud. So you KNOW you're under control." "Yes Sir. Can I ask where we're going?" "You can ask, bitchboi, but you're not going to find out." Al kept quiet the rest of the way. His butt was sore from the double fucking, but he wanted more. However hard Jay fucked him - and he fucked him hard - he always made sure that Al's buttons got pushed, and pushed hard.
Al had never been inside Jerry's store, so when they got there, he was a little nervous . "Hey Jerry, this is Al," Jerry looked Al over. "Oh, yes, I can see why you would want him in your harem. Shall we go downstairs?" Jay put his hand on Al's shoulder "This way, bitchboi"
They got downstairs, and Jerry led them to a room not unlike a tattoo parlor, complete with the instruments. He closed the door firmly. "What the fuck Sir. " Jay gave Al a steely look. "SHUT UP OR I'LL GAG YOU. " He tossed Jerry the keys to Al's cock cage. Then he stepped behind Al, and took a very firm grip of his arms, pinning him. "SIR, what's going on?" Jay sneered. "You're about to find out." Jerry unlocked the cage, and Al's cock, unsatisfied for 4 days, popped out, good and hard. "Excellent, said Jerry. "You've prepped him well." Then, he took Al's cock in his hands. "JAY ARE YOU FUCKING CASTRATING ME?" Jay laughed "Not even close. Go ahead Jerry. " Jay moved his mouth to Al's ear. He began scruffing his tender spots. "Think of what you like best about being underneath me. Think of what you like best about getting fucked. Think about..." He didn't finish. Jerry initerrupted. "Piercing done." Al winced slightly, but there was almost no pain, after the alcohol and anesthetic wash. "Now, if you want to insert it Jay..." They changed positions. Jay had the small ring in his gloved hand. "Trust me Al. You're gonna be glad you have this." While Al fought against Jerry's strong grip, Jay grabbed his cock. "STOP SQUIRMING AL. It's going to happen, like it or not. And if you squirm, I may just.... miss."
The thought of Jay missing , deliberately or not, calmed Al down enough for Jay to get the ring through. "Looks BEAUTIFUL." Take a look Al. " Al looked down at his cock. He had heard about how slaves wore these things. "Guess it's official. He owns me" he thought.
"Ok, so here's what you've got to do," Jerry outlined procedures. Al couldn't deliberately get erections for about ten days. Jay should really NOT lock him up during that time. Jay sighed. "Guess you're gonna be giving a LOT of blow jobs, stud," because they were less likely to get Al hard than getting fucked. (In fact, Jay knew the procedures and while the timing wasn't great, he was going to leave Al in peace for the time. ).
While Jay was always interested in sex, the next ten days were going to be very busy. The dinner with Brice's firm had started him thinking. "I'm smarter than most of these lawyers. What do they have that I don't? A fucking law degree." Organizing the move to the new apartment, and seeing how helpless his husband was, accentuated that thought "I'm better at a LOT of shit than they are." He wouldn't do it at home, but he began getting to work early, and staying late, to study for the law boards. Even if he didn't go to law school, knowing he COULD wa his incentive. The exam was ten days away. The studying was going to be intensive between now and then, and he went to it, with the same fierceness he had when he trained his husband to bottom.
Skype sessions with his husband? He kept things focused on dirty talk and making sure that Brice fucked himself correctly. He also jerked while Brice was doing it, sometimes from his office. "Working late tonight, Sir? How's Al handling it? " Brice would ask. "Yeah, I am. And Al will deal with it," Jay would respond as he climaxed, showing Brice the real thing. Brice would moan sometimes. "SIR. I miss you in me." Jay's answer was always: "so do I." He showed Brice some of the toys he had bought at Jerry's: the new foot tickler, the dog collar, the leash, and the more serious nipple clamps, "because you and Al should each have your own set. He'll deal with hand me downs."
The day of the exam, Bill came over to watch Al. Now that Al belonged to Jay, he didn't touch him. He just made sure that he didn't get out of the bondage that Jay had put him in. Jay told Bill he was having a root canal - and in a way, he was. The exam was brutal. But it was done. He could get back to his normal life.
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Brice came back from the trial, and Jay was waiting at the airport for him. Brice had dressed to please Jay: tight black jeans, a pink oxford sleeves rolled up. Jay knew he had, and he got hard immediately, as he grabbed his husband, and swung him off the floor. WELCOME BACK MUFFIN. GOD DID I MISS YOU.' Brice looked down at Jay's crotch. "I can tell Sir. If you let me free a hand, I'll give you back the key . I never used it." Jay looked at him. "You telling me the truth?" "Yes sir. For three weeks. " Jay grinned "that means you must be desperate to cum Brice." "I sort of am Sir." Now Jay gave him an evil look. "Well, then you can wait another night. " They got Brice's luggage, found their car, and got home. Within a half an hour of arriving at the apartment, Brice was tied down, and gagged, and Jay's tongue was eagerly finding the hot spot in his anal canal. He knew he found it, when the moans from Brice changed in pitch. He looked up at Brice. "I GOT YA stud Now my dick is going right there." And it did. All this while Brice was wearing the new, sturdier nipple clamps.
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"Hey, Sir, there's a letter here for you. Something from the law boards. " Brice called to Jay in the kitchen, one Saturday while Jay was making lunch. Brice heard Jay drop a pot. "Is everything ok, Sir?" Brice came to the kitchen. He saw Jay bracing himself at the sink. "Are you OK? You look, well, sick Sir." "I'm fine Brice, I'm fine. Can I just have that letter?" "Isn't it a mistake Sir? Should you be reading someone else's mail?" "GIVE ME THE FUCKING LETTER NOW' Brice gulped, and handed it over. Jay read it quickly, and then again. He turned as pale as paper. "Brice, do me a favor. Please read the letter. Confirm for me what it says. " "Sure Sir," Brice took the letter. "WOW. Whoever this is for is going to feel very happy. It says he scored in the 98th percentile. Only 2 percent did better. DAMN. I only scored in the 91st." Jay took the letter and walked slowly out of the kitchen, into the living room. He sat down in a chair. "Brice, please get me a glass of water." "Sure Sir." Brice came back, "Sir, PLEASE. What's wrong?" Jay was sweating. "No , Brice baby. Nothing's wrong. Nothing. He pulled out his wallet. "Brice, please compare the number on my Social Security Card to the number on the letter." Brice compared the two of them, then he did it again. And a third time. Then he turned white. He looked up at Jay. "You took the law boards. " Jay shook his head yes. Brice's face went blank then he smiled. 'YOU DIDN'T JUST TAKE THE LAW BOARDS. YOU FUCKING ACED THE LAW BOARDS. OH MY GOD. JAY. ..." He began to cry. "I am SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU." He pulled Jay out of the chair to hug him. "98????" Know what Mel's percentage was? 96." Jay looked like he was in shock. Brice continued "You know what this means don't you?" Jay hesitated. "I'm... I"m not sure. What does it mean?" Brice was crying a little. "It means my husband is going to go to FUCKING HARVARD LAW SCHOOL."
Jay looked at him. "No. It does not. I MAY be going to law school. We'll see about that. But it will NOT be at Harvard. I am NOT doing a commuting relationship with my husband. I'm staying here."
Brice dropped the letter. "You'd give up Harvard to stay with me?" Jay looked at him. "If that surprises you, shame on you." Brice looked down and then he put his head in his hands. "No, it doesn't surprise me. And that's what surprises me. You'd give up that chance, to stay with me. I think I know why you took the test, and I think I know why you didn't tell anyone, but why you'd give that up for me... well... " He looked at Jay "I love you even more, Master. "
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Gentle readers: no, I would NOT leave the story hanging like that, and there's more to come, and to cum. If you'd like to guess where this is going, have at it. But for now, until next time.