"SAL!!!!!!! SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALIE!!!!! . LET ME OUT OF THESE FUCKING THINGS NOW!" chris was locked in the contraption that Sal had built. He had seen one of them at the leather fair: just a set of mounts, set on vertical support beams, sturdy enough to attach a manacle chain to. He had built that very easily. The more challenging task was ankle restraints He had figured that out by attaching finished strips of wood to the beams at their base, and then fixing a restraint to each. It wasn't perfect, but to buy one would have set them back about 2000.00. Sal was grinning widely when he chained chris up in it that first time. chris was wearing nothing but a navy blue NYPD t shirt that was way too small. Sal had asked for one "for his little brother," and he had then washed it ten times to shrink it really well. It was WAY too tight on chris, but it was now chris' regular "around the house" outfit, with a tight pair of white shorts that Sal had made. Tonight, though, he wasn't wearing the shorts: just the t shirt, and sneakers. He didn't even have a jock on, and Sal had taken off his case. He had no idea what Sal had in mind, but he had been chained down here for at least half an hour, struggling. His legs were spread apart so his ball dangled, and his ass was cold.
"SAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL. I'M WARING YOU. WHEN I GET LOOSE I'LL. MMMMMMMMMMMPH" chris hadn't heard Sal come up behind him, and then cover chris' mouth with his hand. Sal had been getting into hand gags lately, and while he thought he wouldn't like it, being handgagged got chris hot. He liked being gagged, but the fact was, if a gag were applied well, like the way Sal did, there was no sense in struggling. You'd never get it off. With a hand gag, there was always the sense that you could fight out of it, and both of our boys like struggles. "You'll what, studmuffin?" Sal pulled chris' head and ran evening scruff over his ear. "You'll what?" "mmmmmmmmmmmmph," was all chris could get out. "I'll tell you what you'll do if you get loose. " He pulled chris' head tighter, and whispered. "You'll get on your knees, open that sweet mouth of yours, and take my cock and suck it till I fill you. RIGHT" "mph umph" chris knew that "uh huh" wasn't getting out, so he tried to shake his head yes." "I'm not quite ready to get there because.... LOOK AT THIS HARD COCK. Sal came around and formed a fist around chris' cock and pumped it twice, while chris whimpered. "You know, sometimes I feel bad for all the bottoms I deprived of this beautiful cock." He looked chris in the eye and smiled. "But not too much. Because after all, I deprived them of your cock, but I got your ass, all for me. " He squeezed chris' balls. "DIDN'T I?" chris moaned and then answered "yes sir. It belongs to you." "So I could take it right now, couldn't I? " chris felt his cock get even harder, something he didn't think was possible. "yes sir. Please take it. Please take your property." "Don't mind if I do." He stepped behind chris, and this time, he squeezed chris' biceps. "MY MY MY. Being chained up like Hercules DOES make them pop, doesn't it?" His hands traveled down to chris' nips, and began to play with them through the shirt. "You're gonna bring me back a half dozen more because this one... is about to have seen its last day." Sal ripped the shirt down the middle, exposing chris' chest. "DAMN. Your fucking hair grows so fast. I gotta shave you again?" chris tried to shift. He didn't like being shaved. And guys DID notice in the locker room. His thoughts about shaving, though, were pushed aside, as he felt Sal's cock begin to enter him. "Don't remember ever having taken you standing up stud. " "AAAAGGGGG. No Sir. I don't think you have. mmmmmmmmmmmmmph." Sal's hand was back over chris' mouth as he pushed in further. "Know what's getting me HOT, stud? The wedding shirts. I finished them when I left you down here. You are going to be SO. FUCKING. HOT." He pushed and began pushing harder. "We're gonna be quite the pair." The combination of Sal's scruff on his neck, his fingers on his nips, and his cock exploding in his ass, had chris desperate for relief. He'd get it... but it would take a little while.
Sal came around and pulled up a stool near chris. He took chris' cock in his hand and examined it. Then he began licking the side of it. He didn't use long strokes, but little ones, like a cat drinking water. "OH FUCK. YOU FUCKING BASTARD." While he was licking one side of chris' cock, Sal was running his finger down the other side. Then his tongue moved to chris' cockhead, and he licked that. "DAMN SAL DAMN. PLEASE JUST LET ME CUM." That last request came out in a high pitched, desperate voice. "Ha ha. Yeah. I think I'm gonna let my husband to be empty his balls. Great way to end Saturday night " "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH' Sal's touch on chris' supersensitive, superloaded cock, was enough. He shot across the basement with jizz landing all over. It took him a while to lick it up, before they got to bed. It was Saturday, and tomorrow: dinner with the families, showing off the wedding outfits, and finding out, whether they wanted to or not, what was going on with Carmela Migliorelli's baby. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
It was the Rossos' turn to host the Sunday dinner, and Pindy had decided to do something different - she even kept it secret from Evie. Instead of lasagna she made: ravioli. "HUH? " Was her husband's response. "You lose your mind? RAVIOLI? That's for Saturday, not Sunday." "Then you can go hungry till next week, cause there ain't no lasagna. Eat the ravioli. There's spinach in them. Good for you bowels." chris turned to Maria "can we get a ruling on the tip jar on bowels" "NO. YOU CAN'T. IT'S MY TIP JAR AND I DECIDE WHAT GOES IN IT. " Pindy huffed. "YOU KNOW THAT TIP JAR IS HELPING TO PAY FOR YOUR WEDDING. OVER DA YEARS, I collected about 900 smackeroos from people coising in this kitchen." "God, we're a family of foul mouths ain't we?" Frankie tried to make a joke. He was sitting opposite Maria and when he smiled at her, she blushed. Again, chris whispered to her "Did you kids..." "NO. GOD. You think EVERYBODY FUCKS before marriage." She stood up. "I know. I know. It's a big one." She put a dollar into the jar. "So, Sallie, chrissy, we gonna get to see the wedding outfits?" Evie smiled. "I'm lookin forward to it. I LOVE a man in a tux." "Uh, ma, these aren't tuxedos," chris said to her. She hid her frown. "Oh well, no big deal. Nuthing wrong with a good blue suit and tie." chris looked at Sal. "Zia, why don't we just go and change. I think you'll like it. We're going away from traditional but... " He and chris went off to a bedroom. While they were gone, Evie whispered to Pindy "whaddya think they mean by non traditional? One of them ain't gonna, I dunno, wear a wedding gown or something?" "OH MADDON', you think they would?" Pindy asked. "ZIA FAY. Trust me. I know a little bit about this. They're gonna look good." Maria had continued to work part time for Sal, after her classes were over. "Well, whatcha guys, think? " Sal and chris came out, holding hands. Sal had made each of them a shirt with a pattern of very small flowers on a charcoal background. He had a cream colored suit, and chris had one that was best described as a dusty rose. The rose and cream of the suits was copied in the suits. It might have been a historic moment: a Sunday, Italian American lunch where no one had a fork going to his or her mouth." Pindy nudged Evie with her elbow. "I dunno. They look like, well, those boys you see escorting dames like us in Italy." "I KNOW I KNOW. " "Well?" Frankie whispered to Maurizio "I think we know who the girl in bed is now." Maria heard that. She didn't know herself, but she had asked the boys: if someone asked her, what should she say? Sal had given her a good response: "just shrug your shoulders and say 'isn't it obvious?' So, when she heard her boyfriend say what he did, she just glared. "Really, Frankie? Then what do you know we don't?" She said it loud enough so that everyone knew she was "calling him out." Frankie reddened. "Well, uh, uh...." "You couldn't figure it out before now? Isn't it obvious?" chris and Sal knew what was going on now, and so, Sal spoke. "Ok, there's a question on the floor. Someone wanted to know 'who's the girl in bed' with us? Well, I'm going to tell you" Frankie and Maurizio leaned forward eagerly. "Neither of us. We're both men. We don't take women to bed It's just us. " He smiled. And that's all you get." The outfits had confused the young boys. chris was the policeman, and Sal designed dresses, so obviously, chris was the man, but... he was wearing a pink suit. Men don't wear pink suits. Their prurient curiosity began to fade, when Pindy brought out the meat from the gravy. "Ragazz' it's gonna be an interesting wedding, for sure. And those outfits.... you surprised us for sure. You look good in them. And they're great for late spring. NOW GO CHANGE. I'll be damned if you get my gravy on those beautiful suits. While they were changing, chris came up from behind Sal and embraced him. He rubbed HIS scruff on Sal's ear. "You know, that's the first time I saw you in the outfit. And all I could think was: this is the man who fucks me every night, and all I want right now... is for him to fuck me some more." Sal smiled, and turned around and kissed chris. "And so I will. Just not now." "GUYS! ALL THE SAUSAGE IS GONNA BE GONE." "The sausage is never gone, " Sal put chris' hand on his crotch. "From your mouth to God's ear."
"So, you know ma, zia, we spoke to the lawyer. He said our application to adopt would be considered more favorably if we got married before we filed to adopt because, well, two single guys can't adopt one kid. It'd have to be one of us. "All well and good," Evie said "But we gotta get that kid outta Rosalie's hands as fast as we can. She got the money now, and ..." "Well , our house isn't ready for a baby yet. " The mothers looked at each other and smiled, and Sal rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me. DON'T TELL ME" "Tell ya what? That we both resurrected the noisery rooms we had? Geez, whaddya expect Nonnas to do." "OH MY GOD. PINDY. What you just said. I didn't think of that. We've been Mommas, and zias, and now.... " they threw their arms around each other. "WE'RE GONNA BE NONNAS" Maria muttered to chris "I'll get the black stockings with the lines down the back tomorrow." And for maybe the first time in his adult life, chris let a sausage fall out of his mouth.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Sal and chris went for a walk with Maria afterward. She was walking in between them, holding each man's hand. "Gotta keep you two away from each other. You look at each other like you're always fucking horny." Sal laughed. "Well, we are." "Must run in the family. Frankie? GEEZ. I'm gonna rename him pulpo. The octopus." "He touches you, he dies," chris said, then laughed. "Just be careful sis, ok? You got college coming up." "Yeah, well, that's part of why I'm out here with you. I don't think I'm going. " chris stopped walking. "WHAT? WHAT THE FUCK? WHADDYA YA MEAN YOU'RE NOT GOING TO COLLEGE?" "YOU didn't big brother." "That was.. that was... different." "HOW?" "Well... I wasn't good at school. You are." "I don't think I need school for what I want." "And what's that babe?" Sal thought he knew the answer and he was right. "Sal, I think I do a good job at your company, don't I?" "Oh, you're the best" "And I think I'll learn more about business working than going to school." "Tell you what, cookie" Sal smiled. "How's about you try school for two years? If you don't like it, then come back to work for me. " "Promotion? Raise?" Sal laughed and chris added. "Yeah, she's got the juice." They kept on walking. Maria spoke "So... I think I know who tops and who bottoms when you guys are in bed." She smiled as they both reddened. "Do you?" chris asked. "What do you think?" She smiled. "Well, isn't it obvious?"
The wedding was only 3 weeks away. Pindy and Evie both had promised only to invite "immediate family, " but Maria had told them that the lists for both were over 40 already. "OH GEEZ. Just immediate family." "It'll be ok stud.." Sal said to chris. They were in the house now, and had just exchange kisses. Sal looked at chris. "I need a blow job. NOW" "Yes sir. Can I make a request?" "Sure, bottom. What is it?" chris gulped, and blushed. "Could you maybe wear your wedding shirt while I do you?"
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM." "Oh yeah. Smack my face with that cock. SHOW ME WHO'S BOSS." chris was on his knees, his hands tied behind his back, and Sal had put on the shirt. He dropped his jeans for chris to get to, and chris was getting to his cock. He slurped, rimmed Sal's head, then deep throated him. He begged Sal to use the cock to smack his cheeks. Sal was getting pre cum all over his lover, his fiancee, before he felt himself getting so close that he yelled. "OPEN UP YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKER" and when chris did, he began to blow. chris swallowed every drop. He smiled when he was done. "My man. My DOM. My husband. Take me to bed. If your cock gets lonely, my ass is available."