Bill had come by the night before to pick up Al. Now, sitting in his office, Jay was thinking "Gee, THAT went well... NOT."
Jay had fantasized about having two sub bottoms to do anything to he wanted. A real sex den, every night. Instead, he felt like he was in the middle of a small cage, with one very pissed off cat, and one very angry one. Al had resisted, on everything. THAT part of things aroused Jay, because he knew how to get what he wanted, and he did. But the sullen looks afterward from Al, and the looks from Brice, every time he had sex with Al instead of Brice, was just maddening.
The sleeping arrangements hadn't really worked out that well either. The bed was large enough, but whatever he did, to whomever he did, turned out to be the wrong thing. He wasn't ready to give up his idea of having two subs, but it was NOT going to work in his apartment.
Jay earned good money as head paralegal, but it wasn't going to be enough to get an apartment the size he really needed. Brice earned way more money, and while Jay, as Dom, COULD have pushed it, his experience was that subs did NOT want to be submissive with their money. The house upstate was big enough, for sure, but commuting every day, with those two ? One good thing he could take out of it though, was it was clear that Brice was jealous.
Jay smiled at that, because he didn't really know where this relationship was going. He had snatched Brice about 8 months ago. Soon it would be a year. Brice was certainly compliant, and seemed to like most of the sex. He also seemed to really love being dominated, and that drove Jay wild. What to do? Should he ask Brice if he wanted to "take his ring?" (In Jay's community, to "take a ring" was to have your right nip pierced, by your Dom, in front of other D/s members. It signified you were not only spoken for, but owned completely). If Brice said no, what would he do? Give him up for Al? Look for another one?
His reverie was broken by his phone ringing. "This is Jay. How can I help you?" "Mel Miller here Jay. Hope you're well." "MEL! What a pleasant surprise. You know, I am SO sorry. I have promised, and promised, and promised to call you and I didn't." Mel laughed on the other end of the line. "No worries, Jay, no worries at all. It's not like I gave up after calling 20 times and not getting an answer, so, let's not worry about that."
"It's a deal then. So how are you? What have I done to merit a call?"
"Well, Jay, I'm actually quite fine. And if you did nothing else, you merit a call, honestly, for domesticating Brice. I must say that, since you two "kissed and made up" as you put it, he's been much easier to work with around the office, his work is better, and I'm beginning to think that, at such point as I retire, he may make a fine head of the office."
Jay laughed "Well, the thought of you retiring is something that I can't imagine. But I'm glad that my, ahem 'ministrations' have made Brice a better lawyer. He paused and laughed. "And I hope my shopping for his clothes has made him a better looking one."
Now it was Mel's turn to laugh "Well, I can't really be the personal judge of that, but I do hear talk amongst the ladies, and some of the younger gentleman about the 'hot daddy'. I was hoping they were talking about ME, but of course, I'm not the one going to the gym and wearing form fitting shirts."
Jay had to blush a little "Mel, you're making me laugh. Brice has always been a good looking man. He just needed a little 'push'."
"Well, Jay, I will tell you the real reason for my calling. We had talked about having dinner and I wonder if we could do that. I'd like to have you and Brice come over. My son and his partner would come as well. " He paused "My wife and I will feel like a minority for the first time in our lives."
Jay laughed. "Well, I'll take you to a bar anytime you want Mel. That will REALLY make you feel like you're in a minority."
"On that I think I'll pass, Jay. But seriously. Can you boys come?" Jay responded "Well, sure, I think we'd love to. Brice has the more challenging schedule than I do, and he's right there, so if you've asked him...."
"Well, Jay, I did. He said he would like to, but that you made the decisions between you, so I should ask you."
"But you made the decisions between you." Jay liked the sound of that. Here was Brice, being submissive, when he wasn't around. Maybe he WAS breaking. Jay laughed. "I guess that's true. Let me talk to Brice over our dinner tonight, and then I'll get back to you."
"Thank you Jay. That sounds perfect. It will be fun."
At lunchtime, Jay went down to the leather store where they had shopped for Brice's outfit, and bought a platinum nipple ring.
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Jay already had a few things he wanted to discuss with Brice that night, including discussing the week with Al. There was no question: he owed Brice extra attention, and he was gonna get it tonight. But he also had to start thinking how this was going to work. Dominating Brice was hot - it was still super hot after 8 months. Dominating Al was like having a new toy. He wasn't giving it up.
Jay called Brice at work. "This is Brice." "This is Sir, sexy." Brice couldn't deny that his caged cock stirred. "Hello Sir. This is a surprise." Jay responded "The first of many tonight, studmuffin. Listen, I wanna come and meet you at your office after work. Downstairs. We can walk home together like we did that one time months ago. You up for it."
"Whatever Sir wants."
"No Brice. I want to know whether you want to."
Brice paused. He was being given a choice. "I'd love to Sir. I'll call you , if I may, ten minutes before I'm going to leave."
"It's a deal, handsome. Incidentally.... Do you know who my number 1 is?" Brice was tempted to ask "is it Al?" but answered "why don't you tell me Sir?" And Jay responded "Sexy Briceman is my number 1. The man I'm gonna meet tonight, have dinner with, and fuck until he screams."
DAMN why was he locked up? thought Brice. "I can't wait Sir. "
Brice had been having his own thoughts about that week with Al in the house. He DID feel that Jay gave Al more attention than him, but then again, he thought that any attention Jay gave Al, was attention he should be getting. He didn't understand it: he didn't think he was gay, but anytime Jay spoke to him, the way he just did, he got hard. Jay had shown him more affection than any other woman had, and there was no comparison in bed. When Jay DID let him cum, his orgasms were fiercer than any he had had from before Jay grabbing him. How did Jay feel? He didn't know.
Brice was standing in front of his office building, as Jay walked up the street to meet him. Brice tried not to smile, but he couldn't help it. There were at least three people who turned their heads as Jay walked by. HIS GUY was turning heads. Jay ignored them, smiling as he saw Brice. "Well, you look even better this afternoon than this morning." He leaned in and kissed Brice, in public. Brice had changed. He didn't blanch, he didn't pull away, he just surrendered into Jay's lips. "Do I always look good when you're pulling your cock out of me Sir?" Brice whispered, and Jay retorted "Not always." He laughed, and grabbed Brice's hand. "C'mon, let's go. I still don't know what I'm cooking tonight." When Brice had moved in, they had taken turns cooking and cleaning up, but it turned out Brice was much better at cleaning than cooking, and vice versa, so now, Jay made dinners. "So, we have to talk about Mel's invitation tonight, don't we, Sir?" asked Brice. "Yes, we do. A few other things too, Briceman. All in good time." He squeezed Brice's hand, then he pulled it up and kissed it quickly.
When they got to the apartment, after some serious necking in the elevator, Brice put his hands behind his back. "Does Sir want his pre dinner blow job tonight?" Jay smiled. "Yes, he does. I'm very very hard from walking home with you." Brice got into position, as Jay dropped his pants. He wasn't lying: he WAS hard. Brice had improved greatly since he gave his first blow job, but this was going to present a challenge. Still, he went at it. He hadn't sucked Jay at all while Al was over - Jay was "training" Al and used his mouth, and he was hungry for this cock. As he went at it, Brice began to think again: "wait. Didn't the thought of doing this disgusted him 8 months ago. Now, he was dying for it. Jay grabbed Brice's head and pushed him forward. He was almost there. He released Brice's head, and shot into his open hand. "Don't wanna spoil your appetite, big man." Brice kept still , kneeling, hands behind his back, as Jay finished. He bent down and kissed Brice. "My number 1. "
They ate dinner and Brice washed the dishes and cleaned up. When he came out of the kitchen, Jay was sitting on the middle of the sofa, patting the seat next to him. "Get on over here, Briceman." Brice had changed into a tight t shirt and some baggy jeans when they got home, which Jay vetoed. Now, dressed in a tight pink buttondown, sleeves rolled, two buttons opened, and the tight khakis Jay loved, he sat down as told. Jay had his arm around his shoulders immediately, his fingers dropping down to Brice's left nipple. When Jay rubbed his nail top against that nipple, it drove Brice wild. Jay was doing that now, and Brice was trying hard to hold his composure. He knew that if Jay did that enough, he'd be helpless to resist anything Jay wanted.
"So, studman, dinner with the Millers. Shall I say any weekend over the next month?"
"I don't think I'll be working weekends, Sir, so if it works for you, it works for me...." Brice stopped to suck in his breath, because Jay was pinching that ultra sensitive nipple now.
"Mel's son is really amazing. " Brice paused. "Mel told me you and he had dated." Jay smiled. "We did. He was a fun guy. Did Mel tell you why we broke up?" He began stroking Brice's pec. "He did. But tell me again." Jay reached over and kissed him. "I broke it up because I was after an older guy. One I eventually hooked." Brice nearly purred. "You gave up a rich kid, your boss' kid, to go after some older guy? That's pretty cocky. " Jay pulled Brice closer. "Well, that older guy was REALLY handsome, and he had a sexy ass. And he was so full of himself. Probably never thought he'd be taking cock down his throat and up his ass." He laughed. "or that his dick would be under another man's control..." He moved his mouth over Brice's ear. "Or that he'd LOVE it."
"I. don't. Love it. Sir" Jay began rubbing scruff over Brice's ear. "You don't? That's not you moaning and begging when I'm fucking you? You sure? "
"It's a biological reaction Sir. It's not mental."
"No? Hmmmm. So you weren't upset when I was fucking Al right in front of you?" SHIT thought Brice. I didn't know he was going to bring that up. "HMMMMMM? I better warn you Brice.... I have WAYS of making you talk, as you know. And I miss tickling Al."
Brice began to squirm. "Please Sir. Can you stop pawing me, so we can talk seriously?" Jay sighed. "OK, but when we're done, I'm gonna paw you more."
"Well, you may not want to. It DID piss me off. Big time. I mean, I've been putting out for you for, what 8 months? And you bring someone else in and fuck him,feed him your cock, sleep with him, all in front of me?"
Jay leaned forward "Well, if it wasn't mental, why are you so pissed off?" Brice sighed "I don't know Sir. I don't know." Now Jay sighed. He put his hand on Brice's thigh. "Listen up, studmuffin. I'm not giving up Al. I enjoy playing with him too much. But you, studmuffin. You are my number 1, like I told you coming home. We'll have to figure something out, you and I, so that I can play with Al without pissing you off too much. " But to be honest..." He looked right into Brice's eyes. "Sex with you when you're pissed off, is really, really HOT" Brice shook his head.
"You know, I don't know what you do to me, Sir. I've been taking your cock for all this time, and I still want it. I want you right now. In fact, I want you all day. You call, and I throw a boner. I think of you kissing me in the morning, and I throw a boner. DAMN. I took one of your handkerchiefs because it has your smell on it, and I sniff it every now and then, to remind me of my man. I don't want to share you. " Brice began to cry.
Jay pulled out his hanky, and dabbed at Brice's eyes. "You're so sweet Briceman. I didn't know you felt that way. "
"Look, Sir, I can't tell you how good it makes me feel when you play with my hot spots instead of just fucking me. I know you rest your cock against the spot that drives me wild, and you keep your beard scruff on the part of my neck that is really sensitive. I just want, well, more.."
Jay pulled Brice next to him. "I understand. I have to do better. I'll work on it. Right now, though, I'm gonna go back to pawing you.." Jay put his hand back on Brice's nip, and Brice melted into him. "Oh, please Sir. Please. " Jay's tongue was in Brice's ear. "You are SO fucking hot, and in a little while, you are going to be SO fucking sore..." Jay stood up and grabbed Brice's arm. "get up. We're going to the bedroom.
"YES SIR" answered Brice. When they got there, Jay manhandled Brice down on the bed, pinning him down with his arms. "Caveman sex it is. GRRRRRR. " He dug into Brice's neck and he found the "spot" Brice was talking about, rubbing his 5 o'clock shadow slowly, and deliberately, over that spot until Brice was wimpering. Then he moved his mouth down and got Brice's nip between his teeth, chewing just enough to make Brice even hornier. "Please SIR. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE."
"Please what Briceman? What can I do for you?"
"FUCK ME SIR. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARD. FUCK ME TILL I SCREAM."
Jay chuckled. "Your wish, is my command." he got off Brice's pants , and then his jock. "I think it's gonna be just fine not tying you to the bed tonight. " He pushed up Brice's legs, and dug his tongue in - something he hadn't done while Al was in the apartment. Again, he found a hot spot and worked it, until Brice was trembling. "Ok, stud. Now it's time. " Jay stripped down. His cock still amazed Brice. What he did with it was even more amazing. Jay SLAMMED into Brice with no mercy, eliciting another set of whimpers. Then he pulled back, so that his cockhead was just at the spot that undid Brice every time. Rather than thrusting, he just held it there, sliding vertically, rather than horizontally. "WHAT THE FUCK?" went through Brice's head. "He never did THIS before. I think I'm gonna, well, die..."
"AH, sweetcakes. See? Trying something new. You know who didn't get that? Your rival. The only one who gets it." And now Jay began to slide. "Is my number one. ...MANCUNT.' He exploded inside Brice. GEEZ. There was so much, Brice thought he was gonna cry Jay's jizz. He just kept pumping. 'SEE WHAT YOU DO TO ME STUD? I fucked you this morning. I shouldn't have this much jizz." It was easily a dozen pumps before Jay collapsed on top of Brice. He put a finger on Brice's lips. "Don't even think about it. The answer is NO. " Brice sighed. Somehow, he knew that's the way it was gonna be. He was horribly horny, but he felt ... right. He felt, again, like Jay was his man, and Jay wanted him.
"We'll call Mel tomorrow and accept the invite, Brice. " He laughed. "Better tell me if there's anything you don't eat besides pussy." Jay laughed. "NO, I won't say that to Mel. Although I KNOW his son has."
Jay called Mel the next day, and they set up a dinner date for three weeks later. Then, he turned his mind to what to do about the situation with Brice, and Al. He had never had A relationship that lasted this long, let alone one with two subs. With no experience, he asked around. The help came from Jerry, the owner of the leather shop where he had bought Brice his leather outfit. ."Jay, didn't you tell me once that you had a degree in creative writing?" Jay laughed. "Well, yeah, that's why I work as a paralegal, since no one was paying me to write the great gay novel." The owner laughed. "No, seriously, turn that skill into something. How about designing games, or stories?" When Jay still looked puzzled,Jerry leaned over. 'EVER HEAR OF ROLE PLAY GRASSHOPPER. EVER HEAR OF NIFTY? GET SOME IDEAS."
Jay beamed ear from ear "ROLE PLAY. That's it. These guys are both lawyers, they're both competitive. Set up games. Situations. I CAN DO THIS." He grabbed Jerry . "You're a fucking genius," and hugged him hard, while he kissed him. Jerry laughed. "Yeah, I am. "
That's how, a week later, Brice and Al found themselves tied up and gagged, in chairs facing each other. They were playing the role of captured spies. Brice had been captured first, and when Al came to rescue him, he fell into Jay's clutches too. Now, they each had to reveal the information they held that Jay was looking for. A 3 digit code. The stakes were high: whoever held out the longest, when he was tortured, got a weekend without the cock cage. Loser, got fucked by the winner. If he had to say so himself, Jay thought it was brilliant. He got to torment both of them, and they each got to use their pent up aggression and anger on each other.
"Ok, gents. " Jay began. "Now, it's very simple. You can tell me what I want to know, and avoid torture. If you don't, well... I think you each know what I can do." He had taken out a stack of "toys" and left them on a table in front of them. "For example, Brice. A bit of nip torture for you..." He ran his thumb along Brice's more sensitive nipple, until he got a moan. "Any info, stud?" MMMMPH Brice shook his head no. "Perhaps your friend will talk. Al...." He moved over, and after massaging Al's shoulders, moved his mouth down to his ear, and nibbled the lobe. "Talk" "MMMPHFK YOU" came out of Al's gag.
Ah. I see we're going to be here a while. FINE with me boys. FINE with me..." He picked up two pair of nipple clamps, and whirled them around his fingers. "Now, now. How long do you boys think you can last with these. ? Any guesses?
Both Brice and Al hated the nipple clamps, and Jay knew it. He began unbuttoning their shirts. "What will it be? HMMM?" They both shook their heads NO. " An evil look passed across Jay's face. "I just thought of a way to make this more interesting..." He took off the gags. Al, as was his wont , began cursing immediately. That got him the first set of clamps, leading to yells of pain, and then moans. "And now you handsome..." he put the second set on Brice, and got the same kind of reaction. "Now, these can hang on you for a while, and I can play with them, but..... " He pushed the chairs forward, and pulled the chains joining the clamps up. OPEN YOUR MOUTH AL." A smack to Al's crotch got the result he wanted. Jay slipped the chain from Brice's clamps into Al's mouth. PULL. Then he took the second set, and put that one in Brice's mouth. "Ok boys. Now I don't have to do anything, but stand here, and watch you guys go to work. Like a wrestling match, without a ring.." He laughed. 'I BETTER SEE SOME SERIOUS PULLING." Al was clearly the aggressor. He pulled hard. Brice tried to counter, but the initial pull , put him in a bad place. MMMMPH MMMMPH HLLLLP he began to scream. Jay leered "Do you give up, Brice? Are you going to talk?" Brice shook his head yes, frantically. "Let go of the clamps boys." He didn't tell them how much the drop would hurt. "Speak up. Or we'll start again, and this time with ball torture.
"7..... 4.... 6....." Please take them off. PLEASE. Jay gloated. "Of course.." Then he turned to Al. He laughed. "oh no no no. You're not out of this stud. " He took off the clamps, and while Al struggled, brought him to the bedroom. Soon , Al was securely bound face up. "I don't have your numbers yet Al. " "FUCK YOU" was the reply. Jay just laughed. "Really? Well, we'll see how long you hold out. " He pulled in Brice's chair, leaving Brice tied to it. He moved it close to the bed. Then he yanked off Al's shoes and socks. Let's start with a hairbrush." Jay began to run the hairbrush up and down Al's bare soles. "OH SHIT" thought Al. "I should have surrendered." He was howling, hysterically, in less than a minute. STOP . STOP. PLEASE. NO MORE NO MORE NO MORE . I'LL TALK.
Jay smiled. "Good. That means I don't have to go for your pits. THE NUMBERS FUCKTOI." Al squeeked out: 3...3... 5.
Good boys. There's a reward for you Al, but also.... and he turned to Brice. GET YOUR MOUTH ON HIS BIG TOE. NOW.
The look on Brice's face was enough to make Jay grin inwardly. He had won. Again. The thought of doing it clearly disgusted Brice, but the thought of what would happen if he didn't, was stronger. He bent down and, even though Al was squirming wildly, he covered Al's big toe with his lips. "SUCK IT BITCHBOI. YOU BETTER PRETEND ITS MY COCK" As he slid his mouth, up and down the toe, Al went from squirming and screaming, to moaning. It felt good. It felt SO MUCH BETTER than the torture with the hairbrush.
"Move along, studmuffin. Each one. On each foot." Brice was getting redder by the minute. Jay hadn't taken photos for a while, but he was now. "Heh heh. Isn't this a pretty sight for both of you? You give me trouble, well...." As Brice finished he looked up. "You're not done. Now the soles. Back and forth. BUT FIRST. Rub your chin. You've got a little beard there, Briceman. Let's let Al know that winning isn't everything."
Laying there, tied down and suffering, Al was getting that lesson, loud and clear. He was going to get uncaged, and the right to masturbate for the full weekend. Was it worth it? He was having his doubts, especially when Jay moved up and began slowly running his finger around the perimeter of each of Al's ears. "I should've unlocked you first stud. Then we could film you cumming. Hmmm. Didn't think about that. "
Jay moved down to the bottom of the bed, and undid Al's pants. He produced the key, and unlocked the cage. "There's the good news stud. You're free. " And indeed, Al's cock responded by shooting up in the air like a tree. "Now, here's the bad news. EDGING TIME!!!"
"MMMMPH MMMMMPH MMMPH." Al was trying to beg Jay not to do it. Bill didn't edge, but Jay did it a lot. Al hated it. Another place where he had no control. "Brice, get your tongue on his balls. " Jay ran his finger around Al's cockhead. Brice saw him doing it. He knew, better than anyone, how 'lethal' that action was. Al began to gyrate, pushing his hips forward. Jay stopped, and yanked Brice's head back.
"How's that superstar? " Al was exhausted, and excited. He moaned through the gag again. "MMMMPH. MMMMPH. " "If you want to jizz now, you're gonna have to beg for it." Jay moved up and took off Al's gag.
Huffing and puffing, Al gasped out "Please. Please Sir. Milk me. Milk me hard." Jay smiled. "Nah. I think Brice wants to edge you some more. Do you wanna do that Briceman?"
Now Brice had the evil look on his face. "Yes sir. I wanna edge him until my nips stop hurting."
Jay laughed. "Take as long as you like. " He looked at Al. "If you moan too much, I'm putting the gag back in." He left the room, letting the boys play. "I have to get Jerry something for his great idea," Jay thought. He considered waiting until they were done, so that he could fuck Brice, but then decided on some good, old fashioned dick in the hand masturbation.