Hi readers. It's been a while, I know. Let me not waste your time with explanations, let me just say that I'm back, and so are Kevin and frank. I hope to keep up with my stories -- the active ones -- and maybe get another one going. Time will tell. Thank you for your patience and now, enjoy the story.
"Oh, frankie, you look SO handsome. You KNOW I love it when you dress up." His mother brought Frank out of his daze. He had put on a dress shirt: a pale blue one that fit him like a glove with his jeans. He hadn't thought about it, but... was he dressing for Kevin? The night before had left him so confused. Kevin had told him that, that night, they were going to start going over his "rules" for when Frank moved in. That made Frank nervous. He was just a mental mess, and he knew it. "So, what's your day look like, son?" His mom put a plate of breakfast in front of Frank. "Be careful you don't drip and spoil your shirt, Frankie. You look SO good, it's a good thing you're so strong. "She giggled. "Some of my girlfriends might just get together and kidnap you -- not that I'd blame them." Then she blushed. So did Frank. "I'm going over to help the coach at high school, ma. He's asked me to watch some of the offensive line. Then the gym and then..." he gulped. "I'm going over to Kevin's." His mom smiled. "You know, Frankie, I like Kevin a lot. So polite, so charming." She sighed. "He's going to make someone a wonderful partner someday." She stepped behind Frank and stroked his hair. "And so are you, son." Frank's mom was very opaque a lot of the time. She didn't feel brave enough to ask Frank about his relationship with Kevin, but she had her thoughts. And she thought that he and Kevin would make a wonderful couple. In the back of her mind, though, she saw Kevin as, well, the "girl part" of the relationship. She saw her big handsome son as being in charge, making the rules, and Kevin just following along. Yes, she knew Kevin made WAY more money than her son would as a police officer but, well, she knew a lot of marriages where the wife made more than the money. As Frank put his dishes in the sink, his mom reminded him: "I hope you're going to be around on Saturday, Frankie." She sighed. "The ladies insist that we celebrate my birthday." Frank smiled and embraced his mother. "Mom, there is NO WAY I would miss your birthday. NO WAY." He had to hide what he was feeling: Kevin expected him that weekend and, well, today he'd have to break the news. He figured he'd pay for it but, well, mom was important.
Meanwhile, Kevin was doing his own planning. He had revised his time line: originally, he had thought to "put the screws" on frankie after he had moved in, but now, he was thinking he wanted to move things forward. He had picked up a bunch of new toys to use on frankie, and he thought it was time he put the stud to work in the attic, constructing the "play room" he had planned for him. Kevin remembered that the night before, he had seen the stubble that was growing on frankie's chest. "I'll take care of that tonight," he thought, and then he thought of what else he had planned for his stud. "I best focus on work," he thought to himself. "Otherwise, I'm going to need a change of pants. He had a surprise for frankie too, and he smiled fiendishly when he thought about it. "Frankie needs to know I'm in charge. This is how we start." During the day, Kevin had texted Frank: "I expect you at 6:30. Don't be late." Frank had responded. "Yes, I know. I'll finish up at the gym and then head over." He was working out at the gym when he saw Kevin's reflection in the mirror in front of him. He put down the weights and turned around, to see Kevin standing up against the wall, arms folded, smiling. "HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN HERE? YOU'RE NOT A MEMBER." Kevin laughed. "Good to see you, too frankie. The guy at the front desk? He's the son of one of my computer engineers. I just asked Jason if he could do me a favor and let me get in today and, well, here I am, looking at my hot, gorgeous bottom in that sexy tank top. Look at how your nips perk out." Frank had on an old mustard colored tank that was cut very, very scantily. Kevin was right: each of Frank's nips protruded from the side. "I just wonder what it would be like for you to lift with nipple clamps on, frankie. Sounds hot to me." Frank blushed, but Kevin went on. "Let me tell you too, stud, I was here when you were squatting. I bet you can guess what I was thinking." "Yeah, I think I do. You probably have that in mind tonight." "You looking forward to it, frankie?" Kevin's question flummoxed Frank. He was, and he wasn't. He didn't answer "I just think you shouldn't be in here, Kevin. People are going to talk." Kevin laughed. "Oh, frankie, sooner or later they're going to start talking. It won't be long before we're public and then, well, everyone's going to know it's `hands off' on that hot police officer." He paused. "By the way, your uniforms arrive yet?" They had, but Frank had put off telling Kevin. "Uh, no. Not yet. I'll let you know when they do." Kevin gave him a smile. "I have a very hot fantasy where I'm torturing a hot cop to submit before I fuck him. Can't wait." He smiled. "Now, why don't you get yourself cleaned up, frankie? My car is outside. I'll drive you back when we're finished so you can go visit mom." Frank snorted. Kevin had already charmed his mom and if he could get into the gym that easily, well, couldn't escape. He went off to the shower, trying to ignore the hard on he had. Meanwhile, sitting in the locker room, Kevin went through Frank's gym bag. He found his athletic socks: sweaty, smelly. "Good gags. DAMN what I could do with these." He pulled them out of Frank's bag and shoved them into his pockets. He'd put them in the "frankie drawer" he had at home. His "present" for Frank was there, and some other toys. The straight edge razor, the shaving soap, and the cleaning cloth were on the bed table. When Frank came back and started getting dressed, Kevin cooed. "You look REALLY handsome frankie. GOD it's gonna be fun being seen around town with the hottest new cop on the force." Frank lowered his voice. "You don't REALLY intend for us to be seen in public, do you?" Kevin laughed. "Oh, of COURSE I do, frankie. In fact, this weekend we're going to be making our first appearance as a couple. At a place where I promise you've never been to."
"WE ARE NOT A COUPLE DAMN IT. YOU FUCK ME, THAT'S IT." Frank was sputtering as he got into the car. "And you wouldn't even be doing that if you hadn't fucking drugged me." Kevin sighed. "Ah, I KNEW this moment was going to come, frankie. You really think it's just the drugs?" "FUCK I KNOW IT'S THE DRUGS. I WAS HELPLESS. THAT'S HOW YOU FOUND OUT ABOUT MY NIPS. IF IT WEREN'T FOR THAT, I'D CRUSH YOU AND NONE OF THISE WOULDA HAPPENED." Kevin was silent for a minute. "You really don't think I can take you, do you." Frank laughed. "You saw me lifting. I KNOW you can't take me." Kevin smiled. "Tell you what, frankie. We'll have a test of strength when we get to my place. If you win, it's all over, I'll give you the pictures, everything else, and you can just tell your mom we had a disagreement. BUT... if I win, you're going to do what I want. The whole weekend." "What's the test of strength?" Frank asked. "Bear hug. I put you into one, you try to break out. Take as long as you like. You have to give up for me to win." Now Frank laughed. "Oh, this is gonna be fun. "Kevin silently agreed. They got to Kevin's house, and when they got in, Kevin asked: "when do you wanna admit defeat?" Frank chortled. "The sooner I beat you, the better." "OK, frankie. Then let's go. Turn around." Kevin put his arms around Frank's middle and he said "We start now." The first thing Frank did was to just expand his arms and push Kevin off him. When Kevin didn't yield an inch, he thought "I must be tired from working out." He took a deep breath and pushed harder. He thought he felt Kevin give way for a minute, but then he tightened his grip again. "FUCK. You're stronger than I thought you were." Kevin laughed. "Look at how I'm gripping my wrist, frankie. Almost impossible to break that grip." "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" Frank growled and tried to push forward, shaking Kevin, but Kevin just moved with him. "Asian martial arts, frankie. You learn to be flexible, and to move with your opponent." He raised his voice a pitch. "I DO detect you weakening? Ready to give up?" "SHIT NO. I'M NOT YOUR FUCK BITCH" Frank growled and began struggling some more. His shirt was showing sweat stains. Kevin was right, too: he WAS running out of strength and his attempts were less calculated and more frantic. "He's gonna win," he thought. "Know what, frankie? I'm gonna do something new." Kevin yanked Frank's arms behind his back and pinned them there. To Frank, the bar of Kevin's arm was like an iron rod. He began to squirm like a fish, as Kevin began a very slow push to bring Frank's arms closer, and then up his back. Frank's growls began to turn to whimpers. "You give up, stud? You recognize you're beaten?" "HELL NO FAGGOT," Frank yelled, and was greeted by Kevin grabbing his wrists and pushing them well up his back. The pain was immediate. "FUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCK. STOP THAT. STOP. AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH." "You give, frankie?" Frank squirmed some more, his shirt was nearly saturated with his sweat and the pain was growing. "You win. You win. I give. I give. You're stronger. FUCK." Kevin used a free hand and rustled Frank's hair. "See, frankie? One way or the other, I was gonna have you. You gotta realize that." Frank felt a zip tie going on his wrists. "You probably thought I was gonna fuck you tonight, frankie, but no. This is special. What I want is a blow job, without the ring in your mouth. Now that you know who's boss, you're not gonna try anything are you?" Meekly, frank answered "No. I understand." "Well, then, let's get to it," Kevin ordered. "Get on your knees and open your mouth." Defeated, frank did what he was told, and he soon had Kevin's sizeable cock in his mouth. "Make me some slurping noises, frankie. Like a kid eating a popsicle." Frank felt Kevin's hand at the back of his head, controlling his mouth's motion: back and forth, first all of him, then part of him, then just the tip. "OH, you have potential to be one of the great cocksuckers frankie. Let me tell you that. SUCH good, raw technique." Frank didn't know whether to feel ashamed or flattered, but he didn't have time to think as Kevin rammed his whole cock down his throat. "You're gonna swallow frankie. You're gonna take a big. Big. Mouth of jizz." The last thrust nearly knocked frank over and he felt the thick salty stuff pouring into his mouth and down his throat. He saw the look on Kevin's face. The big smile. "Get used to it, stud. It'll be a regular routine once we're settled. Now, we have a few other things to do, handsome. By the way: you have to start dressing like this for me ALL the time. I have a hard time keeping my hands off you in your regular clothes. Dressed up? GRRRRRRRRRRRR. " Frank wasn't sure how to respond to Kevin's comment. He STILL didn't know why he had dressed like he did. He felt Kevin's hand on the back of his neck. "Did you hear me, stud? I want you dressing better for me from now on." "I heard." "Keep in mind, that if you don't, it's now reason for punishment. And frankie, there's reason to punish you tonight." Frank looked up as Kevin began to pull him to his feet. "WHAT? What'd I do?" Kevin just laughed. "In time, big guy, in time. Now, let's go." He had a hand on Frank's bicep. Frank's wrists were still tied behind his back while Kevin led him to the stairs, leading up to the attic. "We haven't been up here before, but we're gonna be spending time here this weekend. Lots of renovation to do before you move in. This is gonna be the SERIOUS playroom." When they got to the top, Frank saw that the space was dusty, and dirty, but he also saw a set of what looked to be shackles coming down from the eaves of the house, and a pole in the middle of the room, with eyelet type hooks spaced out at its sides. He also saw some restraints coming out of the wall. "Holy shit," he thought. "Whomever had this house before me must've had an interesting life, frankie. A little reno this weekend, and we'll be all set." "Uh, I wanted to talk to you about that, Kevin. I can't come over this weekend." Frank expected Kevin to get angry. He didn't. "Because of your mother's birthday party?" Kevin grinned as the color drained from Frank's face. "How did you know?" "She invited me. I think her text said something like: "I know frankie will be with you on Friday, so I hope you'll come back with him to the party. All of my church lady friends are eager to meet frankie's new best friend." Kevin pulled up the text and showed it to Frank. He felt a pit in his stomach. "Yeah, it's gonna be great. I can't WAIT. It'll be our second time together in public because Friday, I have something planned." "What's that?" Frank asked and Kevin grinned. "It's a surprise. You're not the only one who gets to try to surprise people." "I...I didn't try to surprise you." "Heh heh. We'll see about that. Now, let's go downstairs. You're going on the bed. In my favorite position." "HUH? You just shot your load in my mouth. Even YOU need more time to recover." "Oh, frankie, there are SO MANY things I can do without fucking you." Frank sighed. He couldn't imagine what Kevin had in mind. He knew resisting was hopeless, so he just tried to relax while Kevin restrained his wrists. He closed his eyes when Kevin started unbuttoning his shirt. It felt good. So did Kevin's hand sliding over his chest, which made him give out what sounded like a purr. The purr turned into a moan when Kevin began teasing his nipples. "So, frankie. There is NOTHING I would love more than just tweaking these until you shot into your pants, but I have other fish to fry." Frank turned his head and saw Kevin bring over the straight edge and the crème. "No more shaving yourself, frankie, and no more of that hair remover. This is MY job from now on. And I'm gonna love doing it." Frank began to breathe hard. The razor looked dangerous. "Be very still, frankie. Be glad I'm not doing your pubes tonight. That'll come in the future." When he heard that, Frank pulled against the restraints, but the cold feel of the crème and then the touch of the sharp metal blade calmed him down. While Kevin worked, he kept his knee resting on Frank's crotch, and Frank was getting more and more aroused. "You know, a man's skin is MUCH more sensitive right after a shave than it is before frankie. See?" Kevin had cleaned up the crème and hair and now, his tongue began licking at one of Frank's tits, before he chewed it. He switched to the other one. The pressure of Kevin's knee on Frank's crotch wasn't enough to keep him from arching. When it got stronger, Kevin rolled to the side. "I'm not ready for you to shoot yet, frankie. I have some other shaving to do and then... your punishment." "What? You said you're not gonna shave my pubes." He felt the crème on his left armpit. "OH SHIT NO. NOT THAT. Guys don't shave their pits." "Subs do. Or, rather, their DOMS shave them." "I AM NOT YOUR SUB." "Yet. Now calm down. This is trickier." Frank was ticklish and the touch of the crème, and Kevin's fingers, was making it hard to keep calm. He saw his pit hair going, and there was nothing he could do about it. He kept on thinking about how, when he lifted at the gym, everyone was going to see the shaved pits. He didn't like what they were going to think." "You know, frankie, as I shaved you, you kept on flexing. Did you do that to turn me on?" Frank didn't realize that he had. "No, I guess...I guess it was just a nervous reaction." "Flex for me again, frankie. Pump those guns. Let me see you try to rip out of your shirt." Kevin pressed his knee back on Frank's crotch. Frank grunted. "Ok, ok. You win." He grimaced and flexed his arms as best as he could from that position. Kevin gripped his own crotch. "Oh, stud, you're a fucking animal. JUST A FUCKING ANIMAL. Now, frankie, I told you I texted with your mom this week." "Yeah, you did. DAMN." "Know what she told me? She told me all about how your police uniforms got delivered this week." Kevin stared at Frank, who muttered "fuck" under his breath, and turned his head the other way. "Oh, frankie, offering me your neck is tempting, but I had something else in mind, especially now that your pits are really, REALLY sensitive." Kevin began tracing circles in Frank's pit, and Frank began to jerk involuntarily. He tried to bite his lips to keep from laughing, but that didn't help for very long and soon, he was shaking, quivering, and laughing hard. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA. STOP PLEASE! I'M SORRY. I JUST FORGOT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA." Kevin stopped to give Frank a chance to catch his breath. "You'll bring one over with you on Friday, right frankie? Actually, you'll bring them all. Just leave one at home. I know your mom is planning to coerce you into showing off for her `church ladies.' And I'll be there, too." Frank was going to protest, but he remembered the strength test earlier. Something had shifted in him. Kevin had just flat out overpowered him. Frank respected strength and he began to feel like Kevin was "the Boss." "Yes. I'll bring them." "It's going to be SUCH a great weekend, frankie. Friday night out with my buds, Saturday with your mom, and Sunday... OH, maybe we'll get some toys built and try them out. You hard, frankie? You wanna cum?" "Yeah, I do. Please, Kevin, can I shoot before you drive me back?" "Of course, but we're gonna do it using a gift I got for you." He unbuckled Frank's jeans and slid them down. He smiled when he saw that Frank was wearing a posing thong. Kevin hooked a finger through it and pulled it down, revealing Frank's crotch. Frank saw him pick up a small box. He saw something with a ring, and what looked like a finger at the end. "This is a cock ring and vibrator combination, studmuffin. Now, I put the ring around here." Frank was trying to watch as Kevin slipped the circle over his junk. "And now, this...goes right into your butt. Frank winced as the dildo -- smaller than Kevin, and with the odd feel of plastic, went inside of him. "And now, the coup de grace, frankie." He saw Kevin push a button, and the dildo began to move inside of him. "Tonight, we'll figure out just how much juice we've gotta give you to bring you off. And you'll know that so that, when I'm not around, and I give you permission, you can turn it on. Otherwise, you keep it in your ass all the time. Keeps you loose enough for me to get in before I do my damage, ha ha." Frank had begun to moan. He felt his balls churning, but not more than that. Kevin kicked the power up. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH" moaned Frank. "OOOOOOOOOOOH.' "Short of your prostate big boy, I know. That prostate is mine. I'm the only one who gets to stimulate it, but.... If I do this to you." He squeezed Frank's nipples. That did the trick and Frank shot a load, screaming as he did. His screams turned into whimpers as he began pumping out his last spasms of cum. He lay there, tied up, spent, and breathing hard. "We are going to be having SO MUCH FUN, frankie. So much to explore." Kevin had begun untying Frank. He was about to tell Frank to shower but reconsidered. "You want to shower here, or you want it until you get home." "Until I get home." Frank's answer surprised him more than it surprised Kevin. "GOOD. It'll be nice and dry. You can take the plug out when you need the bathroom, but I want a photo of it in you, every single day, frankie. You understand?" Frank was standing up now and buttoning his shirt. "Yeah. I understand." Kevin came closer. He whispered. "You're enjoying this aren't you?" Frank blushed, and when Kevin massaged his earlobe, Frank answered "Some." "Open your mouth, studboi." Frank did, and Kevin's tongue slid down his throat. Kevin's hands went to Frank's ass, massaging it, and Frank pushed forward. When Kevin finished, he looked at Frank. He said three words "I got you." Frank didn't answer. He knew Kevin was right. On the car ride back to the gym parking lot, Kevin spoke. "So, frankie, you remember that blond egg head in high school? Guy named Brent?" Frank thought for a minute. "YEAH. Nice guy. Became a lawyer, I think. Works a town over?" "The very same. Yeah, but he's something besides a lawyer. Know what he is? He's a sub. You and he are gonna meet on Friday. And Brent's dom, Ray, a real good friend. About time you met some of your peers to be." Frank felt a little nauseous.