When Harris and davey woke the next morning, Harris reached down to davey's locked cage.. "You want it off today, davey? " "Yes sir. I'm so full, I think I could hit a target." Harris chuckled. "OK. You gonna let me edge you before work?"
"If I don't..." "Then it stays on another day. Just kidding. "
"Sir, I LOVE it when you edge me. " Harris pulled the key out of the side drawer of his bed table, and unlocked it. "Thank you Sir," davey aspirated, and then they saw his cock rise, like some monster out of the ocean. Harris had moved into the positon they used, when he held davey down and played with his nips until davey begged for cock. He began to run his fingers over davey's cock.
"OH GOD. OH GOD SIR. It almost hurts."
"Should I stop? Do you want to do it yourself?"
"No Sir. It's a good hurt. Like the first time you fucked me. Please. Keep doing it. "Then let's see.. Let's see if we can make davey boy late for work today..." Harris began the slow stroking. He whispered "who's your man, studboi?" Davey gasped out "You are SIR. Always. "
Another question followed "you gonna give yourself to me, handsome," with the answer "Yes sir. Whenever you want. Where ever you want. I'm yours. Completely."
That thought - the thought that he really DID belong to Richard, set davey off. He tried to swallow his cry , because it was early, but some of it got out, as the healthy man, who was used to at least one orgasm a day, began to shoot. And shoot. And shoot. When he was done, he grabbed Harris and hugged him.
"OH GOD SIR. OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD. " He began to cry just a little and Harris gathered him up in his arms. "Oh, my sweet, sweet boy. " He kissed the top of davey's head. "You did it. Like everything else, you did it." He hugged him. "I'll tell you what. Unless you want to use it, we won't, until it's time to go and give your, ahem "deposit." Then davey, I really think we need to have you use it."
"Do I have to put it back on, Sir?" "No, not for today. You need to think about it. Let's get through the day, and then tomorrow, that dance I allowed you all to talk me into."
"OH SIR. LIGHTEN UP. You're gonna have a great time. You, me, Carla, and the kids? HOW much trouble could we get into."
"Good point. I'll call my bail bondsman."
As was the case with most days, everyone dispersed to their tasks. In the back of Richard's mind was "what am I going to wear to this thing? What DOES one wear to this thing?" He called davey when he knew he was on lunch break, and asked.
"Oh, yeah, you weren't there, so I guess no one told you. I did ask the boys, and they told me that they had outfits for us. We'd see them when we got home. "
"Davey, are you sure this doesn't mean trouble?" "Not at all Sir. But if we can't be silly for our kids, then we're too old." Harris laughed at that. He had been told that he acted like he was 75, since he was 15. Maybe he did. He smiled. Calling his husband "davey BOY " was really a good nickname. His childlike joy in things balanced Richard's seriousness, and Richard sighed: yes, he was tired, he was always tired. But had he aged since davey came into his life? Hardly. He actually felt much younger. Just on the sexual level, he blushed in his office. If he masturbated once every two weeks, it was a lot. Now, MY GOODNESS. Davey had him eager almost constantly. The exercising, when he did it? Well, he was doing SOME of it. The fantasy games with that sweet man. No, he WAS getting older. He was NOT getting old. Davey and the boys were keeping him young. He smiled : a husband, a son, a step son, and maybe another son soon. Had this all happened in less than a year? Yes, it had.
When they got home that night, and sat down to dinner, Richard asked "So.. Davey Dad tells me that you boys have picked clothes for us to wear tomorrow. When is the unveiling?" "After dessert Dad" Mike smiled and winked at Carla. "Oh then I can see them sooner, since the guardian of the blood sugar surely isn't going to permit me anything." "Actually Richard, you're in luck. I found some beautiful strawberries at the market, and I made shortcake. You may have ONE serving. "
He looked at davey who smiled. "There isn't going to be any whipped cream on my lips, so don't ask."
Carla pretty much allowed Richard dessert one meal a week. The shortcake was, in fact, marvelous. He tried very hard to savor it, but it went down fast.
The boys cleared the table (they took care of dishes now, since they had both put in time at Sasha's) , and then everyone gathered in the living room.
"SO... Mike started." "Paul and I thought about this a while. Then we picked things that we thought reflected your personality. We ran it by Carla too, and...' They handed a box to davey. "you first , davey dad." Davey opened it up and started pulling things out. There was an oxford shirt, pale green. Then there were darker green suspenders, and a pair of jeans, that had been dyed a dark green. Then a hat, with cuts for his ears.
"OH. I GOT IT. I'm a leprauchan. I'm a LUCKY CHARM." Mike and Paul cheered. "Yup, you got it. " Harris smiled. "And it's a good choice. Because you ARE my lucky charm davey."
"AW shucks, Sir. I'll try them on, after we see what's in YOUR box. "
Richard pulled it over, and opened it up. Hmm. Out came a leather cap. Then chaps. And a black leather shirt. And an arm band. He looked up. He wasn't happy.
"WHAT IS THIS? REALLY? YOU EXPECT ME TO WEAR THIS? " He got up and turned around. "Enjoy your dance tomorrow." He stormed off to the bedroom and slammed the door.
Paul spoke first. "Oh shit. Looks like we made a mistake." "I'll say," said Mike. He turned to davey "do you think maybe we should go find someplace else to sleep tonight? Or forever?" Davey was shocked too. "I'm not quite sure what that was about. Tell you what. Everyone just go to their rooms, for a bit, ok?" He gathered up the boxes. "If anyone knows how to tame that wolf, it's me. Let me see what I can do."
He knocked on the door, before he went in. Richard was sitting on their bed, as far away from the door as possible. He didn't turn around.
"Hey Sir stud..." Davey came over, and dropped his arm around Richard's shoulders. Richard didn't move, or show reaction of any type. But davey could tell: he had been crying.
"Is THAT how you think of me? As a leather slave master?" Davey hugged him, and kissed him right on the neck. "Well, Sir, to some extent yes. You're the one who keeps us all in line. We tease you about it , for sure, but if it weren't for you... we'd all kind of be ricocheting everywhere, with no plan, no structure. Richard was silent. Davey sighed, and took the liberty of draping his leg over Richard's.
"And if I can say something sir. Please look at me. I want you to know I'm not making this up, or lying. You know, there have been nights when you've been stuck at the restaurant, and there was that short time I was in the apartment. And I nap. Know what I dream about when I'm sleeping without you?
"No davey, I don't." Davey gave him a playful wack on the back of his head. "YOU. I dream about YOU, and I dream about what I want you to do to me, what I WISH you'd do to me. And you know what I dream about most?"
"NO CLUE DAVEY." Davey sighed. "I dream of being your prisoner. In a dungeon. I dream of you walking in , head to food in leather. And I'm chained to a wall, gagged, and naked. and you come over. You have a small whip, and you go to work. And nothing I try to say will stop you. And then finally, you press that leather up against me, and take me down from the wall, and bring me to bed. And then you FUCK me. You FUCK me for hours. Then days. We stop for food every now and then, but you tie me back up to the wall, and you put on your suit. And you torture me again."
Davey stood up. "I'm gonna show you something. Now, you know what happened this morning. LOOK. " He dropped his pants, and his erection shot out in front of him. "Yeah Sir. This came from thinking about those fantasies. And if you don't believe me, kiss me. You once told me you could tell if someone was lying by the taste in their mouth when they kissed. "
"No davey, I know you're telling the truth. '
"GODDAMN IT YOU BIG STUPID HEAD WILL YOU KISS ME? THEN WILL YOU PUT ON THE GODDAMN SUIT AND MAKE ONE OF MY FANTASIES COME TRUE?"
Harris smiled. He did shove his tongue into davey's mouth. Nope, he wasn't lying."
"I'll try it on. If you're still hard when I'm dressed... I'll wear it to the dance.
"Will you dominate me tonight Sir? treat me like a leather slave? " Harris smiled. "Yes. Now you test me. Come over here and kiss me. "
"I'm gonna go and gather everyone so they see our looks. You get changed while I get them. They're scared. Mike and Paul were going to go look for a new place to sleep.
"OH GOOD HEAVENS DO I SCARE PEOPLE THAT MUCH."
"Yes Sir, you do. And it's HOT a lot of the time."
Davey went out and knocked on doors. "I think it's gonna be okay. Look , if you don't like it, don't lie. He'll know. But he's gonna try it."
Gingerly, everyone came back to the living room, as a full fledged leather master came out. Harris actually began to get into the role as he changed. "They forgot sunglasses," he thought, and then he found them in his pocket. He laughed. He pulled out the arm band. GOD, how long had it been? OH GOODNESS. He remembered. The Halloween with Carla. What was her persona, "Bella bitch," I think. Who was he ? "Mister SIR" He smiled at those memories.
"davey, I need you in here to help me with something." His voice was level and calm, and davey smiled. "This is gonna be okay folks. He went into the bedroom, and saw his husband, head to foot. "davey, can you help me put this on my left bicep?" Yes sir. Can I have the privilege of licking it too? Flex for me Sir. Please. Let slave davey finish your outfit." Davey did in fact come over, and lick the bicep, top to bottom. "Sir, tonight, may I have the honor of licking your pits?" Geez , davey was showing a side of himself he didn't know the man had. Harris grabbed his hair and pulled his head back. "WE'LL SEE BOY. IF YOU'RE WORTHY YES. IF NOT, NO."
"Yes sir. Thank you Sir. If I may, people are waiting to see you." Davey knelt put his head down and handed Harris the cat o nine tails."
He walked into the living room, arms folded , glasses on. "WOOO . WOOF WOOF WOOF. Mike teased. " Harris slowly turned his head in his direction "DID I GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK CUR?"
Mike gulped. "No Sir. I misbehaved. "
"Yes, you did. Now get over here, and get ready for your punishment." Harris sat down and pointed to his lap.
"You're gonna spank him? REALLY? Can I help?" He turned to Paul and sneered. "DID YOU FORGET HOW POND SCUM LIKE YOU FINISH QUESTIONS?"
"I'm sorry Sir. Can I help Sir?" Richard sneered again. "Yes. The two of you can decide who's getting the whipping.
"How about whipping a leprechaun Sir?" Davey came out in his outfit. "OH, does that boy look tasty!" Harris looked up and felt his own cock growing. The suspenders put him over the top. He had to make sure davey wore more of them.
"YES. The leprechaun will take your collective punishment. And I expect you to reward him. LEPRECHAUN : to the room."
"Yes sir." davey wandered back to the room. Harris followed him and, before he closed the door, he turned, smiled, and gave the high sign."
After the door was closed , Paul turned to Carla and Mike "I don't know about you, but he scared the shit outta me." Carla shook her head. "I've SEEN him play that character and I was scared."
"Hey, folks. Let me remind you, I was the one on his lap, and the whip was, oh, a foot from my ass. "
"I wish he had pulled down your pants," Paul muttered. Carla looked at him. "YOUNG MAN." Then she couldn't continue, she just broke out laughing. "Let's all say a prayer that he doesn't split davey in half."
Yes, now davey was scared too. "I unleashed the beast " he thought, as Harris shoved him to the bed. "GET IN POSITION, LEPRECHAUN BITCH." He secured davey at the wrists, AND the ankles. "OH OH," davey thought. "That meant foot torture."
He pulled off his glasses. "LOOK at this pretty sweet boy in front of me. I can do anything I want to you. ANYTHING. Your powers are useless when you're tied up. And..." Harris began to unbutton davey's shirt. Looks like that's the situation."
"Please Sir. Please be merciful." Harris cackled. I AM being merciful. But that's about to change... BITCH." He rubbed his leather gloved hands over davey's chest. "OH LORD. OH MERCY," davey moaned, thinking at the same time. "YES. How many fantasies? " He closed his eyes, until he felt Harris pinching his nips, HARD.
"OW. That hurts Sir. " "SHUT UP . No green tape around here, too bad." Harris showed him a pair of nipple clamps. "Let's see how much PAIN a leprechaun can handle." He attached the clamps. Davey bit his lips to keep from giving Harris any satisfaction, but a little pulling and , "OW. OH GOD THAT HURTS SIR. PLEASE. DO WHATEVER YOU WANT, JUST PLEASE..."
"Oh, I WILL do whatever I want. You're my prisoner.' He pulled off davey's shoes. "Here it comes, " davey thought, but what he got was the cat o nine tails, just lightly brushed across his soles. No pain, but it tickled so much. He was howling .
"YES. See what I can do? I can turn you from a leprechaun to a banshee, with no trouble."
"And look what we've got here. An extra foot on a 6 foot man. " Harris pressed his hand down onto davey's crotch. "Know what this is good for, BITCH?"
"Nothing Sir.?" Harris smacked it. "LESS than nothing. What matters, is your ass. Your sweet, pretty ass. " He began undoing the ankle restraints. "And I like FUCKING. I like fucking my bitch a lot. " Davey was stripped, and his legs were up. Harris sneered. Rather than put them over his shoulder, he ran a loop of rope so that they were attached to davey's wrists. "Oh thank God for yoga," davey thought, as he adjusted to the position, and Harris' thumb probing him.
"OH SIR. OH SIR. That feels so good. MORE SIR. PLEASE. TAKE YOUR BITCH. TAKE HIM MASTER. YOU CAPTURED ME. DO WHAT YOU WANT. PLEASE."
Harris smiled, and took off his hat. He slid down the chaps, then his jeans. Davey saw the glistening bead of precum on his cock, before he wrapped it. Then he felt the no nonsense plunge - like he were being raped on the battlefield, as Harris took him.
"YES SIR. YES SIR. MAKE ME FEEL IT. MAKE ME FEEL THAT COCK SPLIT ME. OH YES SIR. YES YES YES. I need to be FUCKED. Every day."
Harris sneered. "Twice a day, at least. That's what you leppies get." He slid faster, and faster. "OH SHIT. OH SHIT. TAKE ME. CUM IN ME SIR. CUM IN ME PLEASE.."
The last thrust was perhaps the hardest one davey had ever felt, as the jizz began pouring out. Harris felt like this could be too much for the condom and he pulled out. He was right. His cock had a mind of its own, and kept on pumping. When he was done, he lay down next to davey. He was near tears.
"Thank you davey. I never knew about your fantasy." He kissed him. "Sir, it's my fault. I didn't think you'd do it. I forgot that you'd do anything for me. And you just did." As soon as his wrist restraints were off, davey grabbed Harris and held him. He whispered "can we do that again sometime Sir?"
Harris smiled. "If my heart can take it , yes. No more tonight, though, sweetie. Let's get our rest. You have rehearsal tomorrow, I need to start looking for new space, and then... as they say in Italy: Ballamos."
They both slept well that night.