chris hadn't even had a chance to take off his necktie when Sal grabbed him. Sal had been spending a fair amount of time at the gym, especially when chris had odd work shifts, and had gradually become stronger than chris, so there was no question that, when he took chris by surprise, chris was not getting away. More than that, though, Sal knew about the spot on the back of chris' neck where, if he nibbled just a bit, it was like kryptonite for chris: all he could do was hyperventilate, and whatever he was told. And now, he was tied down to their bed, fully clothed, with Sal having pulled the wrist restraints taut: there was no movement. He winced as Sal leaned his elbow on his crotch. "Geez. You must be in a bad way tonight Sallie: OOOOOOOOOH. That feels good. But bad. I'm fucking hard in the cage. When you gonna let me out?" Sal grinned. "Yeah we'll talk about that big boy. We'll talk about a lot of things." He began gently tickling chris' belly, but sliding his fingers back and forth over the flesh around chris' navel. Another hot spot. chris' mouth opened as he gasped for breath. "Geez, I feel like a fish outta water. You gonna harpoon me too, Sallie?" "Oh, damn right I am, at least twice. " Sal turned away, and he rooted around for something. When he came back, he had on rubber gloves. "Officer Messina, it's time for your prostate exam, heh heh heh. "OH FUCK NOT THAT. C'MON I'M CAGED." "I know.... " Sal licked his lips. "This is gonna be fun. It's gonna be even more fun because... that exam ain't gonna end until you change your mind about Friday night."
Friday night was the leather party Sal wanted to go to. It's the reason he had gotten chris the harness, and the harness for himself. They had hung, in the back of the closet, after chris had modeled his for Sal, and found himself fucked so hard he needed a cushion at the office. Fun for home, but when Sal had brought up going out, chris had been adamant. "If you wanna go, fine. I'm not going. No way." Sal had responded "Why not, it'll be fun." "It WON'T be fun, Sal. I'll be looking around all the time, to see if there's someone who knows us. " "If there is, so what? They're at the same place. What're they gonna do? Report back to your mom 'know what? I was at the leather ball and I saw your son?" "IT COULD HAPPEN SAL. " "You worry too much." Sal was upset. He didn't like it when chris started acting this way. He knew chris was a little more uncomfortable with his sexuality than he was. He didn't know why: everyone at the precinct knew: chris had a photo of the two of them on his desk, they ate dinner with Sarge and Colleen every month or so, what was the problem. "Do you not wanna wear the arm band, chrissy?" "I JUST DON'T WANNA GO. WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND." Sal came close to sleeping in another room that night, he was really upset. Instead, he "worked on" chris, with ear nibbles, tit play, rolling his balls in his hands. "Who's my boytoy?" He asked as he kissed chris' ear. "Who's my bottom boy toy?" "Oh, that feels good Sallie. That's me. I hope. " "I hope so too. Cause I love fucking you sweet cheeks. I love being in you, on top of you, all of it." "MMMM. " chris knew Sal well enough to answer "I love it too. But I'm still not going." That's when Sal knew he needed a different approach. One a bit more, well, "dominant. "
"You remember your last prostate exam christopher? You shot so far we were cleaning it off the ceiling." chris pushed at the ropes. He knew that that would not happen while he was wearing the cage, and Sal hadn't produced the key. "Sal, c'mon, you wanna doctor me up, go ahead. But take this fucking thing off." "Coming to the leather ball, sweetie?" "OH FUCK. Is that what this is all about? NO. Now let me up. LET ME UP." Sal grinned as he opened chris' belt buckle. "Scream again, and I'll add a gag. Up to you boy." chris began to whine. "SAL.... you know I don't wanna do this. " "No, I think you're afraid of doing it, and you shouldn't be. And I think you're forgetting who the top is." He paused as he pulled off chris' work shoes, and began sliding off his pants. "But that's ok. You'll be fully informed when I'm done. " He laughed. "Fully informed. I like that. More like fully fucked. " He put his finger into chris' briefs to pull them off. "OKaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay officer Messina. Time to start your exam. " Sal begin slipping his finger inside of chris. "Where could that little engine that could, be?" Sal knew exactly where to find chris' prostate, but he was teasing, letting chris know: he was in charge. And he was gonna get his way. For chris, even the feel of Sal's fingers in him was great. That first time they had done the prostate massage, something chris had never heard of, he thought he was going to explode. And then Sal fucked him after his orgasm, and then he understood why some people cry after sex. He felt Sal's fingers getting closer, and closer. "WELL THERE HE IS. HELLO CHRIS' PROSTATE." Sal's thumb and his forefinger closed on the little ball of tissue, and he began gently stroking it. Chris' erection, never small, strained at the chastity cage. "SAL. SAL SIR. OH SHIT. PLEASE. CAN YOU OPEN THE CAGE. PER FAVORE....." "Maybe amore, maybe.. OOOH. It squishes just a little. Just a little." Sal laughed as he put pressure on it. "Very big difference when it's locked up isn't it, stud?" "You're a fucking bastard Sal, you know that? OH SHIT...." Sal pushed against it. "Yes, I'm a fucking bastard. Which makes you a fucked cunt." He pulled out his hand. "I'm coming back, but... just so you know, there are LOTS of toys I can use with this. Shall we see how many it takes for you to agree to come with me to the ball?" "SALLIE. C'MON . YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS." He looked at Sal's hand. "NO. Not the clamps. AH SHIT The needlenose too." "And you know how I feel about it..." He ran the clamps over chris' nipples. "I'll just leave these here right now. With this." He left the cock cage key on chris' chest. "May not need it, but you never know." He changed gloves, and went back inside of chris, taking chris' prostate right away this time. "SAL. This is dirty pool. You know it." Sal smiled, and whispered. "Sue me." Then he added "Or come to the ball. You're gonna look SO FUCKING HOT." With his free hand, Sal began attaching the clamps. It was awkward , but he did it. He was pulling on them, while he continued to massage chris' prostate. "NO. FUCK. Ok, ok. You win. I'll got to this thing. Can we not stay out that late? " "Only till about 1, babe. No one has to get up the next morning" "YOU DON'T KNOW THAT. YOU KNOW HOW MY SHIFTS CHANGE. " "Oh, yeah, that's right. Let me take care of that." He took his hand off of the chain and grabbed a big wad of silk. "Open your mouth stud?" "Why? " "Because I SAID so." He squeezed chris' nut, and when he opened his mouth, he shoved in the cloth. He laughed. "Works every time." Then he picked up the cell phone on the side table. "Hey Sarge, Sal here, chris' guy." chris heard the sounds on the other end of the phone and saw Sal smile. "Well that's very kind, I'll let him know. Sarge, I hate to put you in the position I'm about to put you in, because I understand staffing and all that but... well, this weekend is kinda special for chris and I." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" chris tried to push up out of his prone position. Sal yanked the clamps and he was flat on his back again. "Yeah, he wouldn't have said anything Sarge. You know how he is. But...." There was more noise at the other end of the phone, then Sal gave a thumbs up sign "THANK YOU Sarge. I really, really appreciate it. And it'll be our little secret. I'll make the dessert Colleen likes the next time you folks come over. " More noise from Sarge's end, and Sal laughing. "Ok, sure. No more IPAs, no more fancy beer. You just tell me what to get. Thanks much. See ya soon." Sal put down the phone and looked at chris. "All done. No work for you this weekend. Just partying." He took out the gag and took off the clamps. "And lots of fucking." He unlucked chris' cage, and chris could barely contain himself. He sighed with relief and then, with just one finger swipe along the back of chris' cock, Sal brought him to orgasm. "Now, lover man, it's my turn." chris' prostate was already quite stimulated by the massage, so every thrust from Sal felt twice as strong as it usually did. As he moaned in pleasure, chris tried to think of a way to get revenge on Sal. He couldn't. And then he did. He laughed to himself, as he felt the surge of Sal's jizz going into him.
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"OH DAMN SIGNORE. YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT." chris had just come out of the bedroom. Sal felt a boner right away. He wanted to fuck chris, right there, right NOW. In the future, he'd let him wear a leather t shirt, or a leather shirt with a tie, but for tonight: he wanted THE WHOLE FUCKING WORLD to see the hot, hairy man who was his BOTTOM. He wished he could've done more than just make chris wear the right arm band, like wear his police cap or something, but he knew: there were limits, and this was one he couldn't cross. If chris hadnt been sulking, he would've been licking his lips about Sal in HIS harness. When he had modeled for Sal that night, Sal hadn't reciprocated, so this was the first time he had seen Sal like this. He wasn't as hairy as chris, but his hair was much more salt and pepper: chris' was still richly black. Sal had on a pair of very tight, faded jeans, that would allow anyone who looked to know that his size was "somewhere between 8 and 9 cut." And anyone who checked chris out would know: not only was he a bottom, he was a bottom in chastity. HIS jeans were also tight, and they showed the outline of the cage REAL well. "C'mon bottom boy, let's go. OH. One more thing. Lift up your head." "Why?" "Lift up your head, Italian BITCH" chris sighed, and Sal put a thin leather collar on him. "Now, you look even better. I didn't think it was possible, but...." Off they went.
"HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU THINK? THIS MUSIC IS SO LOUD" chris was yelling to Sal, who began to laugh. "Do you recognize it? " chris thought it DID sound familiar then he stopped. "WAIT. Is this the music from your fashion show?" Sal smiled. "Yup. Just a little louder. And in a lot of ways, they're similar, except HERE... He pulled chris to him. "We're gonna neck. Right in public." He shoved his tongue down chris' mouth. "WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. TAKE THAT DADDY, DADDY" someone yelled. "C'mon. Dance with me, big fella." Sal pulled chris out on the crowded dance floor. "I know shit about dancing Sal." Sal smiled. "Look around you. Anyone dancing well? Just move those sexy hips of yours." Sal began to move. He gyrated his lower body, and chris began to imagine him twisting inside him. It gave him the inspiration. He leaned in. "Who taught you to dance, Sallie?" Sal smiled. "You gotta promise not to get twisted about the answer?"
"Ha ha. Now I know. It was Maria." "Damn right it was. No wonder the guys follow her around like she's in heat. Including my brother." "You know, I heard my mom saying the other day that: wouldn't it be a hoot if there were two family weddings at the same time?" Sal stopped dancing. He looked pensive. "You wanna?" chris smiled. "I wanna." "Well, then, let's start this moving along." chris looked at him. "You serious?" "I've never been more serious chris. " Now they had both stopped. Sal looked at chris. "I knew how I felt about you, I never thought it would grow so big. GOD I wanna marry you right here, right now on this dance floor." "they'd kill us Sallie, you know that." chris answered in a low voice. "I know. If our moms don't get to tarantella , it's not a wedding." "Leather tarantella. That's funny." "Yeah, the idea of the two of them as dominatrices kinda is over the top." "Is it? All they need are corsettes." Sal kissed chris again, this time putting his hands firmly on chris' ass. He whispered. "And all I need is what I have in my hands. Only filled with my dick." "Then let's get outta here. Let's go home. You promised me a weekend of non stop fucking. Better get started."
While they were dancing, and making out, and then later, "screwing like bunnies," as Sal's father would tease them occasionally, Mrs. Migliorelli's daughter felt her water break. "MA. He's coming. He's coming faster than he should be." "MADDON. MADDON." Mrs. Migliorelli called Pindy who woke up out of a dream about working in a lasagna factory where she was in charge of taste testing. "FAY. Abbiamo bisogna. Sto succendo. Fay, we need help. It's happening. " "Ok, bella, ok. Momma Pindy's got her bag. " Before she left, she called her assistant Evie. "Get your midwife apron on lady, we gotta go help an old friend. Whether we like it or not, we're gonna see our grandson before his fathers do."