As Joey's second semester began to wind down, Bill realized that he hadn't discussed the summer with Joey. The gymnastics team had never met during the summer, with the members left to their own devices to keep in shape. For Joey, that had always meant going back home, and using either the gym he had improvised in the family's basement, or the YMCA, or just tumbling wherever he could find space. Now that he wasn't on the team, that wasn't necessary , but what was he going to do?
Bill brought it up one night, as they were sitting together after dinner, watching television. Joey should have been studying, as finals were getting closer, but he wanted to cuddle that night. Bill was not going to argue, and Joey was sprawled out on the sofa, doing leg spreads to tease Bill, with his head laying right on Bill's crotch.
"The boy has learned," Bill thought to himself. "But I've still got a few tricks in my jock," He began to stroke Joey's hair, something that always made the young man purr.
"Angel boy, I should've asked this. What are you going to do for the summer?" Joey sighed. "I don't know Sir. I should've thought it out more, but I haven't. I guess I should tell my folks that I don't have to train anymore. My dad will want me to get a job, maybe working for him, I don't know."
Bill's mind began turning. "Hmmm. Does your dad pay you?" Joey laughed "you don't know Italian parents much, Sir. This is part of my filial duty." "That sounds Chinese, angel boy." Joey laughed again "My mom once said the only country more Italian than Italy is China."
"Ha ha ha. Your mom is pretty sharp. Now I know where you got it. " He pulled Joey closer to him.
"What do you think they'd say, if you told them that you had gotten a job near the campus, and it could lead to something when you graduate."
Joey sighed. "It would have to pay me something. I can't do something like volunteer Sir." He looked up at Bill and smiled. "Because otherwise, I'd volunteer to make sure your underwear was clean , Sir." Bill laughed, and snuck a couple of fingers into Joey's arm pit. "I have an idea. I know Kevin's law firm does some international stuff. Let me see if they have any Italian cases. If they do, I'd bet they could use a translator."
Joey slid out of Bill's arms and looked at him. "Really? You think I could get a job and stay, Sir?" "Well, let's see. You know you can always stay here, joey boi. Whether we can justify it to your folks, is another matter. Let's see what we can do." Joey moved onto Bill's lap, and kissed him. "You're such a sweetheart. If I could spend the summer with you..." "Let's see Angel boy." Joey said nothing, but he slid off Bill's lap, onto the floor. He slid down Bill's zipper, and looked up at the man. "I'm still hungry Sir. I think a wiener will do it." It took Bill by surprise, but once he had Joey's mouth on his cock, he pushed him down into it. He had made up his mind that he was going to start using a firmer hand on Joey, and there was no time like the present. Joey gagged a little, because Bill held him on his cock longer than usual. And when Bill came, he didn't release Joey right away. Instead, his voice dropped.
"You have every drop down your throat, boy?" Joey nodded. 'I DIDN'T HEAR YOU HANDSOME" MMHMMMM. MMHMMM." "When I let you off this cock, boy, there better not be ONE drop of semen on it."
Firmly, Bill pulled Joey's hair back. His cock glistened with the boy's saliva, but not a drop of semen. "Good job. Every time. Every time from now on. Understand me, sweetcakes?" "YES SIR. Absolutely." Joey didn't know what had just happened, but Bill's roughness had turned him on. He was getting harder and harder. "Sir... I'm hard. I'm really hard. " 'GET ON THE BED. SLIP YOUR WRISTS INTO THE RESTRAINTS." Joey smiled. He didn't expect that, but.. hell.
'YES SIR. ABSOLUTELY."
Bill followed him in, and pulled the short shorts off. Joey hadn't put on a jock that night, and his cock sprang out. "My goodness. Look at how hard my bottom boy is." Bill began stroking joey, very, VERY slowly, and joey began to moan. "OH GOD SIR. YES. PLEASE. BUT I NEED IT. JERK ME PLEASE JERK ME. Bill grabbed his balls. "Who makes the rules here, boy?" "You do Sir." "Then I'll jerk you when I'm good and ready." "Yes sir."
In fact, Bill wasn't ready for about half an hour, as he nibbled at Joey's nipples, scruffed his neck, licked the inside of his thighs, and finger fucked him.
"GOD SIR. NOW I KNOW HOW OUR SIAMESE FELT WHEN SHE WAS IN HEAT. " Joey screamed once, as his jizz began to spill all over his chest, his thighs, everywhere. Bill gave him an evil grin. "Maybe I'll make you sleep tied down." At first, Joey smiled, but then.. "Sir, I can't imagine not sleeping in your arms anymore."
He said those words with a look that was half puppy dog, half lover, with a little bit of neediness."
Bill bent down and kissed him. "Of course you're sleeping in my arms. I was teasing. I'll tie you down this weekend."
Next morning, Bill gave Kevin a call. He got transferred from one person to a second one, until he was speaking with the head paralegal, a woman named Janice.
"OH, yes, Good morning Mr. Scott. Kevin speaks of you often. He's on trial today, how can I help you?" Bill explained why he was calling. Janice answered. "There is a God. We just got served with about 2000 documents , in Italian. No one here can read it. When can Joey start?" "Well, don't you have to interview him?" "Mr. Scott, Kevin has instructed all of us, that if Mr. Scott calls and asks for something, he gets it. Pay is 30.00 an hour." "I'll talk to Joey. I want him to do well on finals, so if it can wait until then." Janice laughed. "Mr Scott, we didn't know when we were going to get to this. It'll wait." Bill gave the news to Joey that night, and that led to a call home. At the end of it, Joey gave a "thumbs up." "My dad is jealous. He said he got 2.00 an hour for his first job." "That's 50 cents more an hour that I got for my first one." Joey's wicked mind was at work. "Essay question: how much did you pay for your first blow job? How much did you get paid for giving your first blow job? Discuss." Bill looked at him. "I think you'd ace that exam. But if you don't get to your books, your gonna fall a little short of acing the exams you HAVE to take. "
"Yes sir." By now, Joey knew that Bill expected a lot of studying from him. As his grades went up, Joey actually wanted to study more. He would never have the grade profile his friend Adam did, but he was probably going to end junior year with an A- average. His grades had gotten so much better, that Mr. Williamson had cancelled their meetings.
Finals week came up, and while Bill continued to sleep with Joey, he put a moratorium on sex. "Nope. You put ALL your energy into cramming." "BUT SIR. Then all I think about is sex." "Show some discipline." "Show me some discipline Sir." "Start cramming." "I'd rather have you cramming into me." These sessions usually ended with Bill laughing so hard he cried. But he made sure that Joey studied. Before Joey biked off to his first final, his English class, Bill held his hands, and looked into his eyes. "Angel boys please their daddies. You got this Joey. YOU GOT THIS. " "I'm gonna stick it Sir." "that's the spirit." "You gonna stick me when I get home." 'GET ON THAT BIKE. I WANNA SEE YOUR BEAUTIFUL ASS PUMPING."
Joey's grade on that exam was an A. He also aced Italian, and history. Physics was his weakest subject, and he got a B on that exam. "You were three points away from a B+ Joey. I'm sorry," the professor explained to him.
Joey knew his father would give him grief about the lower grade in Physics. Bill was ecstatic. 'THREE ACES AND A B? ANGEL BOY, I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT." "It was your discipline Sir. I wouldn't have done it if you weren't there." "But I was, angel boy. " He kissed Joey. "And I have a little reward for you." He handed Joey a box. "This is not the season for it, but it'll get cool soon. Joey opened it up. It was a black leather jacket. Very supple, and very handsome. "Try it on. Let's see how it looks." Joey tried it on, and did some modeling. Bill found himself getting harder. "Now go look in the mirror. See if you like it." Joey came back. He was smiling. "I wish you had the same one Sir." Bill smiled. "I do. And I also have something else that's leather for you. This is something that NEVER goes out of season." He handed Joey a second box.
Gentle reader, if you guessed it held a leather harness, you'd be right. Joey looked at it, and found that HE was getting aroused. He had seen guys wearing them in some of the magazines Bill had in the house, and he had seen them in movies he had watched, but he was too shy to ask for one.
"I'll help you get it on. Just strip down, boy." "YES SIR." Bill fastened all the requisite stays, and then he looked at his leather angel boy. "OH GOD. You were born to wear that Joey. He brought Joey over to the mirror, and he gently pulled his wrists behind him. "Now, can you imagine being tied up in that, with me sliding my fingers around, and getting that nipple like this?" He began teasing Joey's nipple, as he licked his ear. Joey's wrists were held tight behind him. "Sir. You promised you'd cram if I did. Oh... please. Cram me. Cram me deep."
"Leather angel boy, it's exactly what I had in mind. " Joey's wrists went back into the restraints, and Bill pulled down his jeans. "Next up is a pair of chaps for you?" "Chaps Sir? Like cowboys?" "SHHH. I'm cramming.." Joey felt his lover's cock at his butt. As Bill began to push his thighs apart, Joey resisted, knowing all the while he wasn't going to resist for long. He didn't go to 180 that night, but about 135, as Bill fucked the lover he hadn't fucked for about a week and a half. The smile on Joey's face, was one of the biggest ones Bill had ever seen.
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The alarm went off at 7 the next morning. Bill smacked Joey's ass. "UP YOUNG MAN. Working life awaits you." Joey moaned. "Oh, come on. I thought lawyers started late." "You're not a lawyer angel boy. You're sort of the low man on the totem pole right now. UP. " "MMMMM. If I tell you that tonight..." 'GET UP YOU SEXY BUT LAZY ANGEL. " "Yes sir.." Joey was never good at mornings, and he didn't know how he was gonna get used to this.
Bill had his breakfast ready, and he had already picked out clothes for him. "No, you're not gonna need a tie. Again, not at this level. But a white shirt is always a good place to start, until you get the lay of the land." "Speaking of laying, Sir?" Joey cocked his head and smiled. Bill looked at him. "you better go and shave." "I DID." It was true. Joey had perpetual 5 o'clock shadow. "Hmmm. Ok, do it again, but be gentle. We don't want you bleeding on documents." When Joey came back, Bill smiled. "Much better angel. Much better." Joey looked Bill in the eye. "Sir... the harness, the orders... Can we..." "No, we can't stop it." NO SIR. I dreamed about it all night. Is this domination?" "We'll talk about it tonight Joey, you're not gonna be late to your first day." "I want more Sir. " "I SAID WE'LL TALK. Now go get dressed."
When he came back, Bill had to admit: his boy looked damn good dressed for corporate work: a crisp white shirt, a pair of pressed chinos, his dress shoes. "Joey, if I saw you coming out of the office like that, I'd think hard about kidnapping you." "Sir, if you didn't, I'd be very disappointed." "I'll give you a drive in today. Tomorrow, you can use your bike once you find where they go." "Notice anything Sir?" Joey was smiling. It took Bill a minute and then he saw: Joey had the harness on under his shirt. 'GET THAT THING OFF RIGHT NOW. I SWEAR JOEY. IF YOU DON'T GET BACK OUT HERE WITHOUT THAT THING ON, I'M SENDING YOU BACK TO YOUR FATHER." "OOPS. That's a threat that scares me.." He ran off. Bill shook his head, but he smiled. Again, he had to wonder how he had been so fortunate.
Joey came back, dressed appropriately. When they got to the office building, Bill could tell Joey was nervous. He squeezed his hand. "Remember how you felt when you came to my house the first time?" "OH GOD SIR. I almost shat my pants." Bill laughed. "Well, I'm really glad you didn't. And don't do it today, ok? This is FAR less stressful. For everyone. Just do your best. They're waiting for you." "Kiss goodbye, Sir?" "I'll pick you up at about 5:15. He kissed Joey and realized, he really didn't want to let him go, and that he had to, too. Joey let himself out of the car, and walked to the office building. He waved to Bill and threw another kiss. Bill cried all the way home, before he headed to his office.
From his office, he called his bank and called the university, and paid Joey's senior year tuition.