Tuesday turned out to be much more of a quiet day at the restaurant than Richard had expected, so he got home early enough to plan for a special late afternoon with davey. Now, davey was spread eagled on the bed, naked, and gagged, with Harris slowly edging his extremely hard cock. Harris almost purred as he teased davey.
" I bet you really wanna shoot, don't you davey boy?" The gag was tight, and all davey could do was MMMMMPH and shake his head yes.
Harris was relentless however, "Hmmm. That doesn't seem eager enough to me. Does it seem eager to you?" He took out a small paint brush, and showed it to davey. His eyes got wide "MMMMMMPH. " He was trying to yell "Please sir. Not that. Anything. Tickle me. Fuck me, but no, not the brush."
"Oh, so you WANT the brush? He smiled "OK. Here we go." Harris slowly drew the brush over the back of davey's cock, and the muffled screams became little whines of helplessness. Davey began to buck, trying to push his hips up in the air to get some friction against the brush. It did no good. Harris pulled it away. "You know, I'm still trying to decide whether or not you should be shaved, and how much. Maybe even your pubes.
"MMMPH MMMPH MMMPH" with a hearty NO as a head shake.
"One thing I think might make me want you even more, is if you had a mustache. You wanna grow a mustache davey?" He thought about that for a minute. He wasn't sure if he could take it if Richie wanted him even more. His ass was constantly sore, his tits were sore, and he was cumming at least twice a day - and hard the rest of the time. "MMMMMPH MMMMPH MMMPH" was as close as davey could get to "yes sir" . He had made up his mind.
"Tell you what, studmuffin. I'm going to take off the gag, and kiss you. The quality of your kiss determines how much more of this you get. The better the kiss, the sooner I'll milk you." Davey began to brace himself. He couldn't hold Richie when he was tied down like this, so his lips were going to have to do all the work. Harris took off the gag. Davey gasped for breath. "Please Sir. PLEASE kiss me. Let me show you what I can do..." Harris laughed. "I never said it was gonna be my lips, studmuffin." Harris was naked, too, and he moved on top of davey, positioning his cock at his mouth. "Let's see how much you've learned." Davey shook his head. "Yes sir. I hope I get an A+." He didn't open his mouth at first, but just rubbed his lips all over Harris' cockhead. Once he heard the first moan, then and only then did he lick it, before taking only the head in his mouth. He sucked, back and forth, before he planted a big, wet kiss on it.
OH YES. Doing good davey. Doing real good. What else you got..." Davey stuck his tongue out completely, but aimed for Harris' balls. He had learned how much Richie liked this, and he licked them, took them in his mouth, and slobbered all over them. "OOOOH YEAH. What a good student daveyboy." His tongue then moved to the back of Harris' cock and licked it thoroughly before moving to the front again. He pushed his head forward as far as he could, to take as much of the cock as he could. Harris snickered as he teased him by moving back, making it harder. Davey began to wimper. Now he WANTED that cock. He wanted it badly. "Please sir, please. Untie me so I can do you good. " Harris smiled. "Later. For now, you earned this... He went back down to the base of the bed, and began edging davey again. This time, it was all the things he knew davey liked, including having his balls moved back and forth in Harris' hand. "OH FUCK YES SIR." Richard slipped his finger underneath the balls, and circled davey's hole. "OH GOD SIR. You know what that does to me .. Please please please. Kiss me Sir. KISS ME FOR REAL." Davey was almost crying as his jizz went flying everywhere. Harris took up a little bit of it and put it on his own lips. Then he bent down to kiss davey. He probed with his tongue, deeply. Davey began to think "he wants a mustache? He can have it. A beard? No problem. Shaving? Yes Sir. I LOVE THIS MAN"
Harris finished with his kiss, and began untying davey. "How you feel sweetboy? Are you relaxed?" "Yes sir. You relaxed me real well. I WAS a little tense How did you know?" Harris smiled and didn't answer. "Davey, I didn't tell you, and no one did, because we didn't want you to get too stressed ahead of time, but I suspect you must have figured something out. "
"Heather's coming over, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is. In about an hour. Now, her business is with Jason and myself, so if you don't want to.." Davey cut him off. "I'm in that meeting Sir. Let her look me in the eye." Richard looked concerned. "Davey, are you sure?" The response was quick and clear. "I'm as sure about that Sir, as I am that I want to please you any way I can. Please let me attend that meeting. But if you say no, I'll stay here." He smiled "Although you may have to tie me to the bed to keep me here."
"Hmmm. Always giving a counter argument. That IS an appealing one. No, you and Jason both think you should be there. I'm not so sure, but I'll go with the majority. " He kissed davey. "You're a very brave man." Davey answered. "Thank you Sir. I'm being taught by the best."
The doorbell rang about 45 minutes later. Clara answered it, giving Heather a look that would curdle milk. "WHERE'S DAVEY?" she demanded, nearly knocking Clara over. Clara, however, blocked her path. "You're 15 minutes early. You'll have to wait. OUTSIDE." Sheslammed the door on Heather, and turned around. There was a smug little smile on her face.
Harris and Jason were standing there, and her face changed. "OH, Mr. Harris, Jason, I apologize, I just..." Jason smiled. "Clara, you did what we expected you to do. BRAVA." Clara wrinkled her face. "I can usually put up with people , but HER, I just...." Harris laughed. "The restaurant is her kind every day. She's the only person Lawanda ever asked to leave. " He looked at his watch. "Five minutes. That's good. You can tell her we'll see her."
Clara went back to the door. It was clear that Heather had been crying, and she immediately tried to change that to an angry face. "Mr. Harris and his financial advisor have generously changed their schedule to accommodate theirs. Make sure you mind your manners." The arrogance Heather showed when she arrived was somewhat muted as she got to the library. Mr. Harris was sitting at the head of the desk. Jason was standing behind him. Davey was sitting at the side of the desk. He was wearing the same clothes he was wearing the day Heather's father threw him out - Clara's idea, and a brilliant one. Davey got up, Harris did not.
She faked a smile. "Davey! It's so good to see you..." She moved forward as if to hug him. He frowned. 'DON'T TOUCH ME." She froze. "Oh. ok."
"Please sit down Heather," ordered Mr. Harris. His voice was so strong that even Heather, who was not used to taking orders, answered "Yes sir," and sat down.
"Heather, let me get to the point. We've gotten your notes. " "Yes, WE. Davey shares all of them with us. What is it that you want from him?"
She began to shake a little "Sir, davey and I were married for quite a few years, and my family took good care of him. Now, I need some help myself. You may have heard..."
"Yes, Heather, we've heard. " Harris continued. "You told a very blatant lie right there, young lady. Your family did NOT take good care of him. Neither did you. I believe that the divorce resulted from Davey finding you in bed with one of your father's employees?"
She was stuttering. "TThat was just a rumor. It.. It.." Davey couldn't control himself ' I SAW IT HEATHER. I WALKED IN" You could see now that she was reciting rehearsed lines. "You misunderstood. He was a masseur. He was relaxing my, my.
Jason now added. "Your CUNT Heather. He was massaging your CUNT. With his penis." Now she got defensive. "Well if davey had done a better job...." On that one, davey had to confess, to himself, that it was hard to focus on Heather, when his mind during sex was always on another man.
Harris spoke "Enough of this Heather. Everyone in this house sympathizes with your father's health condition. My own mother died of leukemia, although you undoubtedly never knew that because you didn't care."
"I'm. I'm sorry sir. I didn't know. " "No, of course you didn't know. I wasn't one of the 'right people' so it didn't matter. And that's all I will say of that." He paused, and now he stood up. 'BUT DAMN IT TO HELL YOU ROTTEN APPLE, YOU INSULTED CARLA, AND THAT IS NOT ACCEPTABLE." Heather quieted down. "If you call her in, I'll apologize." Jason had never seen Harris as angry as he was. His lips were drawn back, and his teeth were showing, just like a wild animal. "I . WOULD. NEVER. EXPOSE. SOMEONE. I . LOVE. TO . YOUR . VENOM." And then he laughed. "Venom. It's a good way to speak of you Heather, because , given the history I have, I'm immune to it. You can't do anything to me, and I'm going to make sure that you don't do it to anyone else. Jason..." Jason handed him a check. And then Harris tore it up. "Draw up another one. for 10,000."
Heather looked stunned. "10,000???? That's all?" Harris' teeth showed again. "I could throw you out of the house Heather. Your father is in prison, your house is in foreclosure. " He paused. "You, however, seem to be unable to accept your situation. " He paused again. "The check I ripped up was for 25,000. I WAS going to give you that, but your attitude is such that I simply cannot abide you. So, here are your choices. You can refuse this, leave, and not come back to this house, or to davey's school. Yes, we know you were there, ever again. OR, you can take this agreement with you. Show it to your attorney if you still have one, and if he or she approves, have them come back with it signed as written. " He began to grin. "I know reading is not your forte, so I'll tell you what it says. It says that you agree to leave this town, and settle no less than 250 miles away. You agree to NEVER contact davey, or anyone in this house ever again. And if you do... you'll be in the prison next to your father - assuming that evil man is still alive."
Heather burst into tears. "I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE THIS MEAN." She turned to Davey 'HOW CAN YOU LET A BASTARD LIKE THIS FUCK YOU." Harris seems to have anticipated that. "Jason, tear up this check. Heather, GET OUT."
"NO NO NO SIR. I'm sorry. I'm truly sorry. My father being sick, I'm truly stressed out." Davey spoke "I know the feeling, you BITCH"
Harris smiled. "Take the agreement to your attorney. You have 48 hours. After that, the amount becomes 5,000. After 72 hours, it becomes zero."
The girl who stood up was clearly broken. "I understand. I'll go now." She looked at Davey. "I never meant to hurt you." He frowned "yes, you did. Just like you did there. HOW DARE you insult my lover like that? GET OUT." Heather nearly tripped as she ran from the house.
After they heard her car start, Harris began to laugh. "Well, I HOPE that was filmed because I should get an award out of that." Jason was beaming. "Sir, if I do say so myself, your malevolence surprised even me." He held out his hand to shake Mr. Harris', and then they saw that Richard was shaking. "Jason, I learned from you. I thank you for that. If you hadn't taught me to have a spine, I wouldn't have one. " He turned to Davey. "You did just refer to me as your lover, didn't you?"
Davey lowered his head. "I'm sorry Sir. I presumed...." Harris responded. . "SHHHH. You presumed nothing. I'm flattered to be considered that way by you." Jason, if Carla is ok, can you see if she can pour us all some champagne? Sam too. " Jason looked happier than he had since Davey came into the house. "YES SIR. Again, congratulations on a superb performance."
After he left, Harris embraced a crying davey. "I was married to her for years, sir. And she..." Harris looked at him directly. "Yes, you were. And some marriages were not meant to be. " He paused "Your lover. Davey, you honor me. I never hoped for that..." He didn't finish. Davey took a liberty, moved in and this time, davey shoved HIS tongue down Harris' mouth. "It's true. I was too afraid to say anything when we were in school. But I knew you were watching me. And I was always so flattered. There were so many handsome kids in that school, and you were the smartest one. We were all jealous of you. But I'm the one you wanted. And Sir, I've looked around since I've been back. There are better looking men than me. Smarter men than me. Some of them work in your restaurant. But you want me. I, I... I don't know what I've done to deserve this. " Now Harris was crying. "Please Sir. Can we have some champagne and then, maybe, finish what we started this afternoon?"
Harris smiled. "Excellent ideas davey."
Clara walked in "Not to interrupt, but dinner's ready." Jason laughed "Carla, if you're serving pork, I'll get you a defense lawyer asap." She laughed. "Pork, or snake Jason? But no, I made lasagna last night, so tonight it's Mr. Harris' favorite. We're having leg of lamb."
"OH. " Richard smiled. "I think there are few things that would keep me from dragging Davey off to the bedroom, but that's one of them." He looked at his blushing lover. "Sorry about that lambie pie." Davey was feeling more comfortable and replied "Well, if you want to nibble my legs, that's fine with me" Carla blushed "I'll be off to the kitchen. And NO, Mr. Harris, you're still not getting dessert. " He sighed. "You know, one way or the other, she's going to get me to go running with you Davey." Again, Davey was quick. "Sir, you have a pretty ass. I could deal with encouraging you from behind." That comment made both Jason AND Richard blush. Davey smiled. He felt like he was finally finding his way in this little group. It had only been a little more than a week. He felt like he was becoming a part of it. A thought suddenly flashed across his head: 'is Richie ever going to ask me to marry him? NAH. Too soon."
Carla began bringing out the plates. "Nibble on your leg. Hmmmm. I think you may find me licking the back of your knees just a bit more than you can take," Richard whispered into Davey's ear, as he put his arm around his shoulders. "I wonder what Carla made YOU for dessert."