Doug and pete settled into a routine. They were made for each other it seemed: one of those chance meetings that somehow, didn't seem to be governed by chance.
When he was with Jake, pete didn't get the opportunity to express his true love: captivity. He loved having the sense of not being able to get away. He loved being chained, restrained, limited movement. Sleep sacks freaked him out, but Doug found a long length of a chain which he attached to their bed, and had an ankle restraint on it. The chain was long enough so that pete could get to the bathroom, but not much further. If Doug added a set of rigid wrist restraints on pete too, he could keep him hard all night and, as he sometimes did on the weekend, all day too.
They also found a dungeon that would rent space to clients. You had to sign a release of course, but once you were in, there were the stocks, the more elaborate bondage scenarios - like restraints attached to a wall, or the one Doug loved to use on pete the most: the rack. pete had a long, wiry body, and seeing the rack get to work, stretching him out even more: Doug did more than a little leaking when he used it on pete. pete enjoyed it too, especially the moment when Doug, sometimes wearing a torturer's hood, would say : "it's time, cur", and then put on the velcro gloves pete had bought him. By then, pete's shirt was opened, and by simply passing the gloves over pete's chest, he could wake up every nerve in pete's body. One time, Doug handled pete's balls in the glove, but the sensation was so strong, pete passed out. They stopped doing that.
At home, in addition to the leg iron and chain, Doug had invested in this rather complicated medieval style device: it had a neck collar, and then two long metal bars stretched down to ankle restraints, joined by a rigid bar. When he put pete into it, pete had to bend forward slightly, and couldn't really move anywhere. Doug had complete access to his ears, and his ribs - as well as his feet, and took complete advantage of the situation.
pete also loved the dog collars Doug had gotten for him. Pup play wasn't their thing, but the collar! Feeling Doug lock it on him , never didn't give pete an erection. When Doug added the leash, and used it... well, pete lost control more than once, and it prompted Doug to put a chastity cage on him.
Doug began to really feel like he had been accepted into pete's life. The key to that, was when pete asked if he could invite his mother over for dinner. She came, of course, and Melissa seemed to hit it off with Doug. "So, you study something worth something. Something that doesn't cost 8 million dollars to find out that a theory doesn't work. These scientists. Oi." Doug laughed. "Well, if they get it right. " She laughed. "You think my son's research is gonna lead to something?" "Melissa, I can read about three lines of your son's research before I get totally lost" "Well, maybe that's better. " She went silent and then said to Doug (pete was at the lab) "you know, when he was with Jake, he'd come over and say "I don't know what to do to make him happy mom," with you, he says "Know what he did for me today, mom? " and then he smiled." Doug blushed. "He's hard to read Melissa." She laughed "Don't I know it! I've had a bit more experience than you." He blushed. "I shouldn't say this, but the best way to make him happy seems to be" They spoke in tandem "to tell him what to do." She laughed. "Yeah, you got it. But what you do is, you take the time to figure out what he wants to do before you give him an order. I appreciate that." Then she paused again. "Can I ask if you've given any thought to the future?" Doug sighed. "Yeah, I have and I try not to. I know pete's gonna finish the dissertation soon. And the chances of him staying at the school are slim. Where's he gonna go? Does he want me to go with him? Is there gonna be a place for me?' Melissa patted him on his hand. "Do you want to go with him?" Doug tightened his lips. No one had asked him this, but he had an answer. "Yes. He's the one for me." She smiled. "You'll be together. But you're right. Worrying about it right now, won't do you any good." She got up to leave. "Next time I'm going to bring some better tea. This stuff was ok, but I'll be visiting Chinatown. I'll bring the good stuff." "THAT'S RIGHT! Pete told me you speak Chinese." "Just mandarin. Cantonese was too hard." She kissed both of his cheeks. "Keep taking care of my son, Doug. You're doing as good a job as I did."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "HEY! What a surprise! Aren't you in class today?" "Nope. Don't teach for another hour. Thought I'd give you a call." pete lowered his voice. "Well, when I saw your number come up, I popped a boner." Doug began to laugh "You popped a boner. What are you, 12? " "Yes daddy." pete answered, and Doug laughed some more. "I just wanted to let you know: you're doing your run today after you finish at the lab?" "Yup. I mean, Yes sir." (Now Doug was popping a boner). "Well, I'm going to fuck you tonight. Not make love to you, FUCK you." pete paused. "Are you TRYING to embarrass me in the lab?" "Heh heh. If I wanted to do that, I'd send you dick pictures. Or show up and ask for my cocksucker." "Oh, cocksucker wouldn't bother me. Butt bottom would." "Hmm. I'll keep that in mind." "So, there's a distinction here for what you're planning to do?" "Sure is. You'll find out." "Love you too." pete laughed. How was he supposed to get back to work after that call? Doug's sexual appetite was even bigger than his, and he had STAMINA. OH GOD did he have stamina! Last week, after one session, where Doug had fucked him really, REALLY hard, pete stood at his lab bench for the day because sitting down, hurt. He reached up to his neck and smiled. The thick leather collar was too much of an attention grabber for him, so Doug had gotten him a discrete, silver chain link collar - one very tight, with a small lock at the base of it. pete usually wore his shirts with only one button opened, so the lock wasn't visible, but one day, someone saw the lump at his clavicle. It was another grad student : a beginner from the south, named Travis. "I see..." Travis had grinned, pointing to the lump, and pete blushed. "Hey pete, no problem. One day, maybe I can meet yours, and you can meet mine. His name is Tyrone. " "Is he here in NY with you, Travis?" "Oh yeah, he came up, got a job and we're just doing fine . " Travis smiled. "WAIT. I know who your man is. He's been here. That hottie with the small beard... what's his name? Doug? "Yup. That's him." "Oh the two of you look good together. " He smiled and turned back to his bench, because something was about to overcook, and he had to turn down the heat. "So Travis knew," pete thought. That probably meant other people did too, because Travis was a chatter. He talked. He talked a lot. First semester guys were like that. They didn't have research proposals filed yet, so they still had a bit of a coast. By next year Travis wouldn't be so chatty. And by next year, hopefully, pete would be out of the lab. He would be finishing the experiments this month. His paper was in draft, and with his sponsor. He had submitted three chapters of the dissertation. If all of that got approved - and his sponsor didn't see any reason it wouldn't be - he could finish up, and he'd be "Doctor pete" or "pete PhD". What would happen when he was done? He could PROBABLY find a job as something like a high school biology teacher, or find something at one of the drug companies, but pete's academic heart was in research. There probably wasn't anything here at school, and the work he was doing wasn't really related to health care at all. He hadn't thought about any of this before Doug, but now, he had to . He wanted them to stay together. Would that work?
pete got to their apartment after an eight mile run. He was catching his breath, and he was covered with sweat. The run had been invigorating. He could be ready for Doug when he got home. He showered. Then, rather than put on what he was wearing that day, he took a risk: Doug didn't know about Jake's favorite outfit, and he hadn't worn it, trying to get that history out of his mind. But... those cords DID flatter his ass. And the shirt was tight. He smiled, and changed into it. He thought for a minute and then... yes, he locked the leg iron around his ankle.
"Oh my!" was Doug's reaction when he came in. "My my my..." He began stroking his little beard. "Look at this handsome guy I've got, all chained down, and available. Just for me." pete was sitting on the edge of the bed. He had his wrists together but they weren't cuffed. Doug took a seat next to him, and put his arm around pete's shoulders. Then he moved in for a kiss. When pete tried to hold him there, he pulled back. He moved his mouth to pete's ear. "You are so fucking sexy mister. SO. FUCKING. SEXY. GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" He pushed pete back on the bed. The leg iron was long enough so it wasn't a problem. He climbed on top of pete, and began to rub his beard onto his neck. "Who's my sexy manbitch? WHO? Who puts out for me? " pete wimpered. "Me sir. I'm that one. " Doug began to unbutton pete's shirt. "DAMN RIGHT YOU ARE SEXY MAN.." Now he began rubbing his face and head all over pete's chest. "Warm.. You're still cooling down from the run." "yes sir. But you're making me hot again." Doug didn't answer. Instead, he formed a seal on one of pete's nips with his lips, and began sucking at it. "OH YES SIR. YES..... " Doug nibbled for a few minutes, and then he looked up and smiled. "You know, if I wanted to, I have the right to shave you. Nice and smooth, you hairy motherfucker." pete gulped. "I know that Sir. You're in charge." Doug began opening the leg iron. "I want your legs up in the air. I want your ass OUT THERE. " He whispered. "We'll come back to shaving again. For now though... " He opened pete's cords and whispered again "you gotta wear these pants more. And why have you been hiding this sexy shirt from me." He slid off the stovepipe pants. pete hadn't put any underwear back on, and his cock shot up. "Hmmm. I guess I'm not the only one hot to trot am I?" "No Sir. I wanted you since about 10 this morning." "Well, you're gonna get me... " He pushed pete's legs in the air. Then he suprised pete, by pulling out two pair of handcuffs, and locking one ankle to each of pete's wrists. "OH FUCK," pete was getting harder. Then the SMACK went across his ass. "WHY ISN'T THE BIG COLLAR ON YOUR NECK?" "Oh shit. I forgot Sir. Sorry. It won't happen again." "It better not, bitchboi. Know what I bought last week?' "What Sir?" "A speculum. And I'll use it if I have to." pete knew what a speculum was. They used then in the lab when they had to keep something opened. If Doug put one in his butt... oh, he was getting even harder. He couldn't see well, but he heard the sucking noise Doug made when he wet his fingers. Then he felt one of those fingers inside of him. Then a second one. And now, for the first time, a third. He began to whimper. He had told Doug that fist fucking was a no no. Was he gonna get fist fucked? He wasn't. He just felt Doug playing around inside him, almost tickling his chute as his fingers played. "I gotta get my boi nice and hot and ready. I am FUCKING SWOLLED TODAY." Doug dropped his pants and pete saw: he was right. He had never seen pete so huge before. It wasn't an optical illusion either. "I won't sit tomorrow," pete thought, as he closed his eyes and concentrated on taking his lover all the way. GOD HE WAS HUGE TODAY "I have been thinking about you all day pete. I thought about you more after your mom visited. I thought about you.. GOD, I couldn't get images of you out of my head. " He pounded pete. "I had this dream last night. I had you on your leash, your collar on, and I was walking you around campus. And anyone who looked, I said "Don't be jealous. He's MINE." He began to push faster. "You'd be right Sir. I am. I'm yours. OH SHIT FUCK ME SIR. FUCK ME MORE." "I was thinking: I wanna keep you chained up and fucked the whole weekend. THE WHOLE GODDAMNED WEEKEND. " "Sir, that sounds hot. It sounds FUCKING HOT. " Doug reached over and kissed him. NOW he gave him a REAL kiss. "I just wanna tell you pete, I can't imagine living without you. I can't. OH SHIT. I'm gonna fill you. I'm gonna jizz in you BIG TIME...." Doug screamed and pete allowed himself to float away, which he did when the endorphins kicked in. GOD COULD THIS MAN FUCK. He knew, because pete told him, that he loved it when Doug kept his cockhead in him at the end. And he did. He shifted it around as best he could as the orgasm went down, and pete whimpered some more, just before he shot. And then, when he was done, Doug gently played with pete's cockhead, because he knew how sensitive it was, and how much pete loved it. "Please unlock me Sir. Please unlock me so we can cuddle. PLEASE." Doug was in the mood to cuddle too. He was feeling , more and more, pete was "the one." As they cuddled, pete fell asleep for a little bit. Doug smiled, and continued to hold him." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
pete changed out of his white shirt for dinner - they were having spaghetti, and however neat he was in the lab, pete was not a neat eater , especially with spaghetti- and put on a snug light blue polo shirt. Before they sat down, Doug surrounded him from behind and rubbed his beard on his ear. "You're just gonna do anything you can to drive me crazy tonight, aren't you, you sexy kitten?" pete made a purring sound and backed into Doug's crotch. "Have you recovered already, SIr?" "MMMMM." He nuzzled pete's neck. "Not yet. But soon." "Can I ask for a favor Sir?" "You can ASK. Can't guarantee a yes, though, heh heh." " "Can I take you in my mouth if we do another round? I think... well. I'm not complaining but... I may have to get up a few times during dinner tonight. You did me REAL good this afternoon." "Sure... But I get the right to add things too. Like this..." Doug snapped the larger collar around pete's neck. "Oh, yes sir... " "So, I wonder pete. Have you ever been to the Island over the summer?" pete had this faraway look in his eyes. "Oh yeah. Once. After I came out, mom thought it was a good thing for me to see, so we went together." Doug laughed so hard he nearly choked. "You went to the Island with your MOM????" pete shook his head. "Yeah, the story of my life. My mom's a better gay man than I am." "Well, I don't know about that..." "Trust me Doug. You haven't lived until you wake up at 3 in the morning wondering where your mom is, throw on some clothes, get groped in the bushes, and find her at a dance party with her top off." Doug was silent. "And you can still see?" pete made a wry face. "That's not the best story. There are more.
But I'll save those." Doug squeezed pete's hand. "Well, I'm asking because... I've always had a share with those guys I was hanging out with when we met. I won't go without you, but I have to pay my share in a few weeks. This is one where you're in charge, pete. I don't want you uncomfortable and away from home." pete looked at him, and squeezed his hand back. "Are you gonna be there all the time?" "All the time, kitten. Or puppy. Whatever you want tonight." "Then I'm in. " Doug smiled. "Now maybe we'll get YOU to dance with your top off." "Uh No. I'm a terrible dancer." Doug looked at him "pete.. the rituals of gay dancing are not about who's good at it. Try it once with me. Before the Island. If you don't like it, then we'll find something else to do. But I think you will." "Ok Sir . You've been honest with me all the way. I'll try it." "And let me bring something else up pete Talking about your mom makes it very relevant. When do you think you'll defend?" "Hmmm. Probably late next spring sir, at the soonest, or the fall, at the latest." "That's good to know. I think you should look for positions away from New York." He saw pete blanch. "Let me add something else. You know the line from the Bible? From Ruth?" "I did go to Hebrew school, Sir, but I don't remember that one" "Probably because it's about lesbians. "Whither thou goest, I will go." Ruth says that to her mother in law. What I mean to say, in a very rotund way, is that if you get a position out of NY, I'm coming with you, if you'll have me." pete dropped his fork. "You'd give up this job to follow me?" "SURE I WOULD. I don't know if I'd get a job in academia, but I've proofread, I've edited, I've written copy, you name it. The life of an itinerant English professor. I'll find work wherever we go." Now pete smiled big time. "You COULD always sell your stud services. Bust someone else's ass for a change." "I COULD do that now, petey bird." "I'm just teasing . I want ALL of that cock for myself. But..." he looked away for a minute, and then he started to sob. "I can't believe you'd do that for me. " Doug got up, put his hands on pete's shoulders, and massaged them. "You know handsome, at some point, I'm gonna marry you, whether you like it or not. If it's here, or Oregon, or Tibet, I don't care. But I'm gonna marry you.." He hugged pete tighter. "But that's off in the future. For now... you're gonna rinse out your mouth, and then you're gonna get on your knees and get a smoothie for your dessert." pete grinned. "you promise?" "You knew you would. You didn't ACCIDENTALLY put on one of my favorite shirts. " "No Sir, I didn't. " pete went off to the bathroom. When he came back, he also brought a pair of handcuffs, and the leash to his collar. "GRRRRRRRRRRR" came out of Doug. He put the leash on, then cuffed pete's hands behind him. He began to open his zipper. "Sir. That's the sub's job." Doug stopped. "You're right. It is. So what are you waiting for. " He pulled the leash. "Get to work boi." "Yes sir! " pete got his teeth on the zipper toggle. He was getting better at this. Then he got his teeth on the waistband of Doug's shorts and got them down. Doug was hard - not as hard as he was earlier, but hard. pete got his lips around his cockhead, and kissed it. Then he licked it like a lollipop, making Doug groan in pleasure. "OH YEAH. OH YEAH. Like that old commercial, sort of: get deep throated, or let you work slow. DAMN." pete began to slide down his rod, and he got harder. pete's own cock was pushing up against his cords. When he wore these pants, but no underwear - as was the case now - there was always a friction that could go from pleasant to painful quickly. He tried to focus on Doug's cock. It was easy to do, because Doug had decided on deep throat, and RAMMED pete's head forward on his cock. "My fucking genius doctor. My fucking genius cocksucker. My fucking genius BOTTOM SUB BOI . OH YEAH. And my lover. My adorable, wonderful, never let him go lover." He pushed one time, hard, and pete got his dessert. Doug pulled him up. "How about I do you, stud? To make sure you know I'm committed" pete looked at him. He tried to push Jake saying "FUCK NO. DOMS DON'T DO THAT" out of his mind. "You'd blow me? " "Let's get your pants down... I'm keeping you tied up though, and leashed. "OH FUCK YES SIR." Doug wasn't the consummate professional at this, but pete wasn't used to anyone giving him the chance to "top." He didn't find it unpleasant, as he got to climax, albeit a smaller one than Doug's, and filled his man's mouth."
As they rested on the sofa after, pete in his usual position with his head on Doug's lap, Doug asked. "Do you prefer me to call you my boyfriend or lover, petey?" "you know, you may think this strange, but... I prefer boyfriend." "Nope. Don't find it strange at all. Do you mind if I start referring to you as my boyfriend? Or showing people your picture?" "Save nudes for yourself, Sir. But I'd be honored. Can I do the same?" "You mean you're not? " He stuck his finger into pete's navel and tickled him. "I wanted to, but... I thought I'd wait. " "No more waiting pete. " He bent down and kissed pete's forehead. "Can I call your mom this week? Ask her to help me shop for rings?" pete laughed. "You'll make her month. You'll make my life."