Yes, Monday is inevitable, and so it was. Harris and davey slept close together under their quilt, until the alarm brought them out of it. Normally, Harris was reluctant to let his handsome man go, but today, davey didn't want to leave. He kissed his sleepy husband and said "Sir, can I talk for just a minute?" Well, anytime davey said Sir, Harris listened. "Go ahead, davey boy. I'm listening." Davey smiled.
"Sir, not that anything before was bad, but.... Yesterday's sex was just about the most awesome sex we have ever had. THANK YOU for letting me live my fantasy. " Harris sat up. "Well, it takes two, and I have to thank YOU for waking the sleepy wolf. I wasn't sure how it was going to go, but, WOW. I felt twenty years younger, davey. And I have an idea."
"What's that Sir?"
"Well, unfortunately, the only time we really have alone in the house, is Sundays. Sooooooo, how about we turn Sundays into fantasy Sunday? We'll take turns picking a fantasy, and acting it out. "
"OOOH, Sir. That sounds like fun." Davey smiled. "I have a LOT of pent up fantasies. I bet you do too." Harris smiled. "Well, let me tell you the truth, davey. Before you came along, I didn't have any more. I had done most of them, and had moved on. I learned the fantasy was better than the reality. But since you came into my life." He stopped and kissed davey. "I'm FILLED with things I wanna do to you." Davey lowered his voice "Do them Sir. Please. You've done everything I asked. Just DO THEM. Don't even ask me. Tell me what to do." He ran his fingers around his collar. "Remember Sir. I don't take this off, ever... And I know what it means." Harris growled. He pounced on davey. "It means THIS MORNING, this wolf has a charged cock and it's got to be entered. SUCK." Davey was in the mood for a blow job, and now there was no excuse for him to not wash his face.
And so, that is how, this Sunday, putting aside everything else, Harris was at the side of the road, davey's car hidden by trees, waiting for "that cute runner who trains along this road to come along." Harris' fantasy was to snatch a runner, tie him up, and work him over until he begged for fucking. It would give him a chance to get to a part of davey's body that drove him crazy: the back of davey's legs . Davey didn't know that's where he was heading.
So, gentle readers, Richard has the car. Remember when we said that he didn't drive? Both true and false. Richard has a license, but he's the guy you get behind on the road, who needs ten minutes to decide if he can make a left hand turn or not. Driving makes him as nervous as a cat in a room of rocking chairs. So he CAN drive, but not really. for the short straighaway back to the house, he could handle it.
And here comes davey : yellow tank top, think green shorts, his running shoes, sweaty socks, tired from his run. Just finishing up. He's run this circuit three times already, and hasn't seen the car, it's so well hidden. As he passes it this time, Harris steps out, and grabs him from behind. "GOT YA JOCK BOI." Davey began to squirm. "HEY! What gives? Let go of me? LET GO?" He screamed louder, as Harris began dragging him into the woods, near the car. "Squirm all you want, handsome. You'll make it much easier for me to immobilize you." He lifted davey off the floor and then put him down on the ground, face down. He grabbed his ankles, and began binding them. "HEY. What are you doing? LET ME GO. COME ON MISTER. WHAT'S THIS ABOUT." Harris grinned. "You'll find out.." He smacked davey's butt once, and then squeezed it. "OH SHIT. You're gonna fuck me." "WOW. You're smart. Hot AND smart. I like that in a bottom." He grabbed davey's wrists and tied them too. He thought about hog tying him, but nah, he had a different idea. He dragged davey to his feet, and stared at his squirming prize.
"Oh, you're gonna be fun. " He got him in a fireman's carry, and dumped him into the backseat of the car. Davey squirmed back there, begging to be let go . "Not happening stud. We're gonna go to my place, and then.... we're gonna have some fun..." After a while, davey stopped struggling. He knew it wasn't doing any good.
At the house, Harris opened the door and smiled. "You're even prettier than I thought you were..." He reached down and flicked davey's left nip. "OW. That hurt," and he laughed. "You'd better get used to pain. " He dumped davey over his shoulder again, and carried him into the house, right on the bed. Face down.
"Look at those beautiful, beautiful, sinewy legs, stud... They ticklish?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS" davey yelled. "Oh, I disagree. Let's find out." Harris wet his finger, and traced a line right behind davey's knee. "STOP. STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" . Hmmm. Very good to know. And LOOK at these beautiful calves. MMMM." He began to run his beard scruff alone each one. "OH FUCK. OH FUCK. What the hell are you doing to me. ?" "I'm finding your pleasure centers. One at a time. And then going for the easy ones. ' He began pulling off davey's shoes. "NO.NO. You're not gonna do anything to my feet are ya?" Harris laughed and said nothing. He collected both feet under his arm, and began tickling each one thoroughly. "NO. PLEASE You're gonna make me pee. PLEASE HA HAHAHAHAHAH. " "Oh, you have to pee? Well, perfect timing. He let go of davey, and untied him. "You should go empty your bladder, and then get back out here, without your clothes.
Davey looked around the room. Was there a way to get out? He didn't think so, but he was going to give it a try. He went into the bathroom and peed. Then he did drop his clothes. He came out of the bathroom, and didn't see Harris around. He ran to the door - and found it locked from inside. He heard Harris' slow, methodical tread coming toward him. ":LET ME GO YOU BEAST. LET ME GO!!!!" Harris put his arm around davey's waist, and then whispered into his ear. "Stop struggling."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. LET ME GO." Harris dropped his hand to davey's balls and squeezed them just a little bit. "Want more?"
"NO. Please OW. No. Ok, ok. I'll do what you say.. "
"You'll be happy with that decision. Now just get on the bed, spread out like a starfish, pretty boy." Davey did what he was told. Harris tied down his wrists, and his ankles - he almost never did that. "Now, let's just have some fun, huh handsome?" " "I'm not having fun.." He pulled at the ropes. I want out. Let me go.." Richard said nothing and just ran his tongue down davey's left pec. "Salty. You were sweating from the run. I wonder how sweet you'll taste after a shower."
"FUCK. Are you planning to keep me here?" Harris laughed. "I've been planning this a long time davey . You're gonna stay here as my boy toy. For as long as I want.
"HELP. HELP. davey began to yell, until Harris took the socks he had been running in, and knotted them in a gag. " OH well, I guess no one's coming to rescue you now, are they?" He laughed and went back to playing with davey's pecs, until those screams went to silence, and then moans.
"Tell the truth handsome. You liked how that felt?" Davey froze, he began to shake his head no, but then: he nodded. " GOOD. You should be honest about what you feel. Like...." He began running his fingers up and down davey's ribs, up to his pits. Davey was trying desperately to laugh and the gag muffled anything but the somewhat violent sounds. "MMMPH HA HAHA. MMMPH MMMMPH. " "OH, someone likes that, but hates that he does... Hey, wait. What have we got here. A tattoo? On your neck? A lamb.... What a great idea for someone with your looks. And look at all this black curly hair all over you. " He reached down and took davey's pubes in his hand. "You know, it would REALLY be hot to shave these. Make you look like a young boy. Dont ya think, handsome?
"MMMPH . MMMPH MMMMPH. Davey was shaking his head violently. "No, not for a first date? Ok... Then we'll plan a full body shave for our second one."
More moaning and struggling, but Harris was relentless, as he pushed davey's thighs slightly apart, and wet his finger. Then he began to play with davey's hole. "Here's the prize. Like winning an Olympic medal. Your ass, sweet boy."
Harris' finger felt so good on davey's hole that he didn't scream. He just moaned. He moaned more as Harris began licking the insides of his thighs, top to bottom.... Then when his tongue touched davey's balls... he nearly went through the ceiling, taking the bed with him. Harris looked at davey's face. "Looks like you got something to say. If I take out the gag, you'll behave?" Davey shook his head yes, and Harris ungagged him.
"OH GOD. Do you have any idea how you're turning me on. Do whatever you want. FUCK ME. FUCK ME HARD. I surrender. I'll be your boy. I'll be your slave, your bitch, anything you want. JUST FUCK ME PLEASE. " Harris chuckled. "My boi. I've wanted a boi for a long time. Someone who'll do anything I want, be ready for my cock whenever I need him. "
"THAT'S ME SIR. THAT'S ME. I know I'm not a kid, but you don't want a kid. You want a boi who's mature. Who knows what you want. Please. Take me. TAKE ME SIR PLEASE...." Harris noticed how hard davey's cock was. He had never seen it that hard. He undid the ankle restraints, and lifted up davey's ankles. "Let's have some fun, studboi." Harris was sweating, and the sweat was beading up on davey's chest. Harris saw the look on davey's face, so he took his finger and collected some of the sweat. He put it to davey's lips. "DRINK IT BOI BITCH." "Thank you Sir. " Davey sucked on Harris finger, and smiled as he made him fight to get it back. Harris leered. "You're gonna wish I pulled out this monster finger, boi." He began sliding into davey's man hole. "OH GOD. Yes sir. Take me. Take my runner butt." Harris did, pushing and sliding back. Davey was still wet enough from running, to give good traction, and Harris took advantage of it. At one point, he stopped, just cold, and looked at davey. "How'd you like it if you just had my cock in you, all damn day, like right now?"
" I don't know Sir, but I think I'd like it. " "Like it?" Harris pushed a little "NO SIR I'D LOVE IT" Harris cracked a smile, because he had an idea he hadn't shared with davey yet. Then he acted on his other idea, and rammed forward HARD. "OH SHIT SIR. THAT ALMOST HURT." "Almost doesn't count. How about THIS?" He pushed harder. "OH MY GOD I FEEL LIKE A POLE IS GOING UP MY ASS. I CAN'T TAKE IT. I CAN'T... I CAN'T... AHHHHH." Davey began shooting, just about the same time that Harris did. Harris fell on top of him and took his mouth, kissing him hard. "Davey... that's one I wanted since I saw you run for the first time after we met as adults."
"Sir, why didn't you say so? I always fantasized about being kidnapped while I was training. Being held captive in a cabin, away from everyone, serving a man like his slave." Richard smiled as he began to undo the restraints on Davey's wrists. He was going to speak, but Davey didn't give him a chance. He grabbed his man, and shoved HIS tongue down Harris' mouth. "I'm so glad you're looking at things Sir. I'm so glad you're trying to make this exciting all the time." Harris just ruffled davey's hair. "Why don't you go get your shower, lad? We've got more routine business to discuss before the week begins."
Davey went to the shower, and the scene played out in his head. Was there any part of it he didn't like? No. Was there any part of it he liked more? OH YEAH. Being surprised and tied up. It was making him hard again. He'd have to remember that for the future.
When he came out of the shower, Harris was standing there with the cage. "NO Sir. Please, NO..." "Davey... you have to get experience, and you're empty now... "But, but..." Harris pointed to davey's collar. "Yes Sir. I understand." Harris handed him the cage "Lock it on, and give me the key. "Yes Sir." "It'll come off on Wednesday night. You can handle three days. "I think so sir. " Now, for the rest of tonight. Bend over, Lean on the bed. "Why Sir. What are you doing?" Harris pointed to the collar again. "Yes sir." Davey assumed the position, and then, he felt Harris begin sliding a dildo into his ass. More of a butt plug really. "This will keep you 'stimulated' tonight as the family starts coming back. We're going to have a bit of a conference tonight, because I think we really do need to plan a family trip to Europe - mostly Paris. And then I think you and the boys should spend some time travelling around France, and Carla and I are gonna go back to the "scenes of our crimes" in Italy.
"Can I meet up with you in Italy too Sir? This is all brand new to this local boy." Harris smiled. "Believe me. I want you with me every single step of this trip. I just don't know if we can trust the boys to be on their own."
"Sir, if I may: you're with them almost not at all during the day, and even though I'm at school, I barely see them. Yes, we'll miss family dinners, and figuring out what they've gotten themselves into during the day, but really Sir. We call Mike a boy. He's a man He's legally an adult, and Paul is getting there. Mike lived in Europe. " He took a deep breath. "Sir, you don't trust people very much. I understand. But you can trust these boys. "
Harris sighed. "I guess you're right. But we have to talk to Carla to see if she's ok with her son being on his own. And also, the boys. Are THEY ok with it?' Davey kissed Harris on the cheek. "You're such a good dad. If you knew how much I learn from you. " Harris smiled. "You ready to endure some of my cooking?" Davey smiled. "NOPE. I'm taking you out tonight. I found a new restaurant. Not Gradisca's . Mike told me about it. We're gonna go eat some of that Polish food you've been talking about. I won't even tell Carla you ate dessert."