Gentle readers, your author wishes to pose a survey question to you. It's not a multi part question, just a simple one: as you read this chapter, you will encounter something you haven't seen in this story before. And, at the risk of going Hallmark movie on you more than I do: Mark and davey: a meeting or not? Email me. That's the only question.
As the school year began to get closer to its end, davey found himself with more and more free time. He had done his year end review with Coach Jackson and the principal. They both wanted him back for the next year, but one of the requirements was that he needed to start taking the education courses which are the bane of every school teacher's existence. "I know you were planning on a European vacation" the principal said to davey, "and if that goes through, we can probably get some kind of extension, but you'll need to take them at night, in the fall. Let me know."
As it happened, in discussions at home , a SUMMER European vacation had been tabled. Rather, they were now looking at something in the middle of fall, or if that didn't work, the spring break.
"It's not a bad idea" was the consensus from Carla, Mike, and Richard, who had all spent time in Europe . "During the summer, the place is crawling with tourists, the lines are long, and it's just unpleasant some times" Richard looked at Paul. "Besides, hot blooded ones like Mr. Paul and myself can get very upset when we can't find air conditioning."
So the European vacation was on hold, and davey agreed that he'd atttend summer classes to get his certification started. He was glad it had worked out. It was turning into an absolutely perfect day. That morning, after he had blown Harris, his husband had asked him "you sure?" to which davey gave the answer "yes sir," and now, he was walking around with the cage back on his cock. It would come off in three days, and then go back on again.
After his meeting with Coach J and the principal, he had a free day. He decided to go and do some shopping for Richard: he had told Richard how hot he was when he was dressed up, so maybe he'd 'push the envelope' and do some shopping. And that is how davey found himself in the men's department of the local store that sold better apparel, looking at the various shirts. There were so many options! Davey was a button down man himself: blue, white, and an occasional pastel, but since his work didn't require dressing up, he didn't. So he was somewhat at a loss, when he saw all the options.
"You look like you're befuddled. Need some help?" A solidly built, bald man with bright blue eyes was speaking to him over the rack of men's shirts davey was perusing.
"Oh, thank you. I'm trying to find a gift for my husband, and I really am at a loss."
"Well, I can give some suggestions if you like. I'm Mark." The man held out his hand. "davey here. Nice to meet you."
"WAIT. I know you. You're the coach at the high school. I was at the meet. My son runs for another school. You guys were GOOD."
Davey smiled at the compliment "Thank you. The kids worked really, REALLY hard. "Well, I'm sure you had something to do with it. Anyway, let's see... now, why don't you describe your husband to me."
"Oh, he's very masculine: colors like pink or lavender, that kind of thing? Out of the question. Hairy. " Davey blushed "I call him my wolf."
"Hmmm. This is suggesting something darker, with a bit of color in it.." Mark pulled out a shirt that was essentially black, with an occasional vertical stripe, each in a different color. Davey looked at it, and he imagined Richard wearing it. He felt his cock bump up against the cage.
"I think this is the one. Thank you Mark. I appreciate your help." "Hey, no problem." Mark smiled. "If you appreciate my help, how about letting me take you out for coffee?"
"He's coming on to me. HE'S COMING ON TO ME! OMG. This is the first time that's ever happened!" went through davey's mind as he was paying for the shirt. He couldn't deny that his cock bumped up against the cage again. He looked at his watch. There was plenty of time before he got home. What could it hurt?"
"Sure. I have about two hours to kill" Another smile from Mark "That's terrific. Maybe we can get lunch too."
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If any of our readers are waiting for the trip to the motel, no, that didn't happen. Mark and davey went off to a higher end diner, and after they had ordered , Mark laughed. "So, here we are, two guys, each wearing a wedding, wondering what's up. "
Davey blushed. "I'm not really used to this Mark. And you told me about a son?" "Yes, married and with a son. My wife knows about my occasional forays outside of the marriage. I wouldn't say she's delighted about it, but we make it work. It's fine. How about you?"
A deeper blush from davey "I was married to a woman for a long time. Then I caught her cheating. My husband , it turns out, had a crush on me from high school. We met at a reunion, he suggested we try, and.... well, what can I say? He's the only man I've ever been with and he keeps me completely happy."
Mark shook his head in acknowledgement. "I get that davey. I do. Please don't think I'm trying to put pressure on you, it's just well, this.." He paused. "I hope it doesn't surprise you when people say they find you terribly attractive."
"Actually Mark, it does. I don't think of myself that way." "Well, I DO think of you that way. " He reached out and covered davey's hand with his own. Davey felt his cock jump again. "I just want to give you my contact info, because, well, if you'd ever like to maybe, have a little fling with another man, nothing serious, nothing about commitment, just some fun, let me know." Mark signalled the waitress and paid the check. As they got up, he looked at davey. "Remember a saying my mom told me a long time ago. I was a picky eater." He laughed "Clearly not anymore. Anyway, she told me 'you can love Italian food, that doesn't mean you have to eat it every night.' " Before davey could stop him, he leaned in and kissed davey on the cheek .
It was the third time davey felt his cock bump the cage. He took the business card Mark gave him, and buried it in his wallet.
"Thank you Mark. Thank you for the help with the shirt, and thank you for the ego boost." Mark smiled and walked off.
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Davey got in his car and drove home. Oh boy, what an afternoon! He was hoping that Richard was home from his searching for a new space for his new restaurant: he had been horny already, and his lunch with Mark had really pushed his needs. As he thought about the new shirt, and how his honey would look in it, well...
He saw the family car in the driveway, and smiled. That meant Richard was home. In the distance, he saw Mike and Paul working on the building that was going to be their place. The weather had gotten warmer, and they worked without shirts. "Paul is shaving Mike, I guess," davey smiled. "Must be the way around here with bottoms." "HEY GUYS. You need some help?" They looked up . "DAVEY DAD. Welcome home. No, we're good. We picked a new color for the building," Paul called out. "Richard dad isn't thrilled with the color, but, well..." The color was a soft shade of green, and while davey liked it, he knew that his husband thought in terms of primary colors.
"I'll work on him. It's a nice color. Just don't spill too much on the flowers."
He found Richard sort of half asleep and half awake in front of the TV.
"HEY SIR." He came over and sat down next to him, planted a kiss on his forehead, and then pulled Harris' arm around him. "whatcha watching?" Harris laughed. "Oh, something I don't indulge in often. I have to admit, I have a weakness for these Hallmark movies. I hadn't heard of them before, but someone I know in the business - my friend Darrel, told me my life is a Hallmark movie, so I started watching. It's kind of like eating gum drops. You think it's gonna be one more, and then one more, and then another one, and you can't stop."
Davey cuddled closer to Harris. "I kinda feel that way about you fucking me Sir." Harris laughed. "Oh, you're in one of THOSE moods today." He kisssed davey. "So, I see a bag. We went shopping. What'd ya get yourself?"
"Actually, something for you Sir.." Davey pulled it out of the bag. "I wanted to encourage your dressing up so, I saw this, and..." He handed it to Harris.
"Oh, davey, it's beautiful. THANK YOU. I'm gonna try it on right now." He doffed his shirt and davey felt the bang against the cage again. Harris winked at him. "There's a show about a stripper called Gypsy. I'd bump and grind for you, but... let's wait until after we get to see the show." He finished, and stood in front of davey. "What do you think?"
davey felt his mouth go a bit dry. "Please Sir. Take a look in the mirror. In the bedroom. I'm following you. PLEASE. Show me how much you like it.
Harris took a look in the mirror. It DID fit well, and the color worked. He turned around, and he saw davey, standing there, holding his hands behind his back. He had put a pair of cuffs on the bed. "Please sir. Please."
"Come here first lamb." He held davey, and first kissed his chin, and then his nose, before going for the lips. Davey had taken Harris' tongue so often by now, that he just opened up and gave in, submitting to the probing organ. Harris moved his tongue over to davey's neck, licking at the tattoo, and then moving on to his ear.
"OH FUCK SIR. I may break the cage , I'm so hard." Harris said nothing but moved to the other ear, and the other side of davey's neck. When davey's moans became loud and insistent, Harris picked up the cuffs, and locked davey's wrists behind him. "Now what shall we do? What shall we do? Davey was wearing a dark blue, short sleeve button shirt that day, and Harris had it opened in no time. His mouth went directly to davey's nipples. "FUCK YES. FUCK YES." Harris rubbed his scruff over the sensitized nipples. He looked up. "you may have to shower davey . Those stores pump so much scent through the vents, I think you picked some up. I can smell it on you. It doesn't suit you at all," he laughed.
Davey felt a lump in his throat. "I know what you mean, Sir. It smells like top man."
Harris growled. "OH, YOU'RE GONNA GET THE SMELL OF TOP MAN.." He pushed davey down on the bed . "Do your wrists hurt in that position?"
"No sir, not really. My nerve endings are kinda focused on other things.
"As they should be... Harris' tongue was in davey's navel. It was clear he was going to take his time with this. Since davey wasn't going to be able to shoot, his complaints and whines would do no good.
Harris opened the shirt, and pressed his pit against davey's face. "SMELL IT. SMELL WHAT A TOPMAN SMELLS LIKE. THEN LICK IT. FIND OUT WHAT HE TASTES LIKE."
"YES SIR. I hope I taste other things too." davey buried his face in Harris' pit. Meanwhile, Harris was unbuckling davey's pants, sliding them down. He pushed down davey's briefs, and found the cage.
"I hope you don't expect me to open this right away, bottom boy.
"NO sir. Not yet. But please, please...."
Harris grabbed davey's ankles. Now HE was aroused, and he didn't wait. He pushed in HARD. Davey had wanted it rougher, and that's what he was gonna get. (Harris wasn't adverse to it either.). He pumped, hard, but slowly, and withdrew his cock once, and then twice, before driving home, the third time. He gave a wolf HOWL which made davey smile, as he came into the man. Davey was thinking , all the while "I LOVE this man. I JUST FUCKING LOVE HIM."
"I'm gonna take the cuffs off now davey. You have a look on your face that says you need cuddling."
"I do Sir. I really do. Can you just hold me for a minute, or a few minutes. "
"OF COURSE. " He paused "davey, did I just hurt you?"
That question made davey cry. "No Sir. You didn't hurt me. But I almost hurt you."
Harris was puzzled. He looked at davey. "I'm going to need some help here davey. I'm more than a little confused. Can I get you some water.
"No Sir, please, no. I don't want to let go of you. "
"Oh dear. What happened davey? Did they fire you or something?"
"No Sir. Nothing like that. I don't think of that as something that would hurt you." Then davey took a deep breath, and told Harris about Mark.
If he expected a sympathetic, cuddly Richard, like in the past, he didn't get it. Harris almost bristled. He took a deep breath, and davey saw him forming fists, opening them, reforming them, and doing it over and over again. This was something he had seen Richard do when he was angry, and he didn't do it often. Finally, he spoke. Before he did though, he grabbed davey, and pinned him at his wrists before he straddled him.
"Let me make something clear to you davey, VERY clear. You're wearing my ring, but you're wearing something else. My collar. What does that mean?" "It means I belong to you Sir." Harris pressed on his wrists harder. "Sir, you're hurting me." ' TOO DAMN BAD. That cage? Know what that means? Your cock belongs to me. Know what this means?" He took his finger, and without warning, pushed it up davey's wet ass. "It means your ASS belongs to me. ALL OF YOU BELONGS TO ME BOY." "Yes Sir. I understand. " "This DOES hurt me, you're right. I know you didn't do anything. That's not the point. You considered it, which hurts. It hurts big time. Am I not enough for you?" "I didn't think that Sir. And no, I don't believe that. I just.. I just. " "You forgot what you are, boi. You're my bottom, and just plain MINE." "I did Sir. I won't forget it again." Harris took a deep breath. "This is VERY hard for me to say davey. VERY hard. But I'll say it. If you want to spend time with other men, or another man, I'll probably ok it. AT THEIR PLACE, AND WITH MY PERMISSION. But if you do it without my permission, JUST ONCE... we're done. "
Davey began to cry. "I'm sorry Sir. I am truly sorry." He grabbed Harris tighter than he ever had. "No one has ever come on to me. NO ONE. I didn't know what to do. Don't you remember how I didn't know what to do when you told me you wanted me? Please. I should have just made an excuse and not had lunch with him. " He caught his breath.
"Richie - and I KNOW I should be saying Sir, but I'm trying to reach that boy I used to know - I don't EVER want to do anything to disappoint you, or hurt you, or honestly, to be apart from you. " He began to cry. "Do you have any idea how hard it is for me to get out of bed in the morning knowing that you're still here?"
"I think I do davey" Harris' voice was soft. "I feel the same way. I feel that way when we're in the car together and you leave to get to work. I feel that way when you go out for a run: DAMN IT CANNON, I want you all the time. ALL. THE. TIME. " Now he began to cry. "I don't want to share you. EVER."
Davey tried to joke "well, if you miss me when I go running, come with me, or do you not miss me THAT much?" Harris cracked a smile.
"Listen sweetie, tell me the truth. Do you want to spend time with this guy Mark?"
Davey shook his head. "No Sir. I don't. I got excited by the fact that someone wanted me. You know what I think happens Sir? In our crowd, everyone respects you, they fear you, you're the alpha male. Not just in the house, but EVERYWHERE. I think they may be afraid to show me anything. That's why this guy... who doesn't know you."
That was food for thought for Harris. Davey was probably right. On one level, what he said made him happy. But he saw how it could be a bad thing for davey.
"I'm going to see if I can do something to get you in front of people, get some of the recognition you deserve for being such a handsome, delightful man." Harris kissed him. "But again, I want to make clear: I'm keeping you for myself. 100%. And if that means putting a padlock on your ass too, I will."
"No Sir. There's no need. I was excited. Mark excited me. He asked me to go home with him. I came back. And I always will."
"That's all I can ask davey. " He smiled. "You want to watch another Hallmark with me before dinner?"
"Can we cuddle and make fun of it?"
When the boys came in to wash before dinner, they found the two of them cuddled up in front of a bad movie, snoring.
"Two fucking old bunnies," Paul joked.