DISCLAIMER: Any resemblance to any public figure in this story, is completely coincidental. The characters are composites of many different people, and no conclusions should be drawn about anyone whom might come to mind.
Drew rushed into the apartment where he lived with Xander. He had stayed at the gym a little bit longer than he had scheduled, and... thank GOD Xander wasn't home yet. He kept on trying to catch his breath: was anything out of place? He looked around. Nothing caught his eye. He made a sad little smile: Xander had certainly made sure drew learned what he expected. Now, instead of referring to drew as "my diamond in the rough" he always called the 26 year old "my beautiful boy." Just thinking about that changed drew's smile from a sad one to a happy one. When Xander was happy, everything was good, and whatever he did to drew just felt.... right. No, everything looked right . He heard a key in the door. WHEW! He had made it by less than ten minutes. Xander expected drew to be home when he got home. One of the worst torture sessions drew had ever had was when, early after their marriage and after drew had moved in, he went shopping for shoes after the gym. He walked into the house to find Xander wearing nothing but one of his autographed cooking aprons, holding the largest spatula the huge kitchen held. He was smacking it against his hand. drew remembered that he apologized. All Xander did was take off his glasses, point to the sofa, and then said "get your trousers off, andrew and bend over the back of the furniture. NOW!" When Xander finished spanking his ass, he rolled drew onto his back. drew knew what was coming and he instinctively moved to cover his pubes with his hands . "GET THEM UP OVER YOUR HEAD SKANK" was Xander's reaction. drew obeyed, and then the second "spanking" followed. This was the one that made him cry. And the more he cried, the harder the whacks became. "PLEASE XANDER SIR PLEASE. I'M SORRY. I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I'LL BE ON TIME." "Damn right you will, boytoy. Cause if you aren't... it'll be worse. You learn your lesson, you spoiled sugar baby?" drew HATED being called a sugar baby for a lot of reasons. He WASN'T a sugar baby but... if he argued, there'd be more. "Yes sir. I did. I'm so sorry." Xander stopped. He put down the paddle and took off his apron. "Get into the bedroom. Leave your clothes on. I'll undress you myself." The fucking drew got that evening was brutal. Xander knew how to control him without ropes, and he didn't use them... not that time. It didn't matter. Xander could put a finger on certain parts of drew's body, and the young man was transported. It was bliss. Until Xander got to work with his dick. Then drew knew BLISS for sure.
That had happened more than two years ago (they had been married for a little more than 2.5 years), and it stuck out in drew's mind for a lot of reasons. Sometimes, it actually aroused him because, well... the sex had been that good. Still, he had had trouble squatting for about two days, and he almost had to go to a doctor about the pain in his crotch. THAT part he didn't want again. Now as he heard the door opened he realized: he had forgotten to tuck in his shirt. THAT was a no-no: Xander expected him to dress a certain way and an untucked shirt was not an option. drew was struggling to tuck it in when Xander saw him and smiled.
"Look at my handsome boy. My my my do you look cute. Get over here. You look like you need a hug." "Yes sir." drew moved over and Xander embraced him. Then he expertly turned drew, so that drew's back was pressed up against Xander's front. Xander whispered "I like this bad boy look. You're so goddamn CUTE andrew. I should be punishing you but.... three buttons opened. DAMN that's sexy." As he nibbled on drew's ear, and drew moaned in pleasure, he also realized that the third button of his shirt was opened. That was also not allowed: two buttons at maximum. Now, though, as Xander used one arm to pin one of drew's behind his back, and pushed his free hand down drew's shirt, he didn't seem to be bothered by that either. He whispered "That shirt sets off your eyes. You know that, andrew?" "Yes sir. I wore it because you like it." "I do. I like everything you wear but this is my favorite." He kissed the frame of drew's ear and then said "know where you're going?" "The bedroom Sir? On my back." Xander pulled drew closer and laughed. "So smart too. Cute and smart. You have a ten second head start." "Yes sir." drew knew that Xander would be taking off his jacket and putting it over one of the dining room chairs. drew would tend to it later. His silk tie too. That would be draped over the jacket. And his shoes: before bed, drew would polish them. Now, though, he positioned himself on the bed, arms akimbo in case Xander wanted the ropes tonight. "Spread those legs cornflower boy." "Yes sir," drew responded. Xander had said that drew's eyes reminded him of the blue of cornflowers. They were one of the reasons he had "courted" drew as he called it. And it was why most of drew's wardrobe was based around blue. Now, Xander came in,naked, his 7 inch cock rock hard. He smiled.
"I spent most of the afternoon thinking about my beautiful husband." "Thank you Sir," drew was shivering from Xander's touch as he unbuttoned the remaining ones on drew's shirt. He kissed drew's torso after each one opened. Whatever else he didn't like about the relationship, Xander was by far, the best love maker drew had ever slept with. "You cold, baby boy?" "No Sir. I'm just... excited. " "I can tell... heh heh." drew was hard in his jeans. They were so tight he was glad they were button front: no worries about the zipper. It would be a while before his pants got opened though. "Well, let me see if I can warm you enough so the shivers stop. " Xander moved his 45 year old body on top of drew and drew sighed, then moaned with pleasure. "The left side, sweetpea. " "Yes sir." drew moved his head so that Xander could get to his neck. The soft facial hair ignited drew's nerve endings, and Xander knew that it did. "Like that, pretty boy?" "OH YES SIR. You know I do." "MMMMM. I like this. " He moved his lips to drew's and slid his tongue into drew's mouth. He had gargled at the gym and he hoped it didn't bother Xander's tongue. Professionally, they said he had one of the best tongues in the business. drew could attest to how good his tongue was in OTHER areas too. Now, though, he waited. Did Xander want to tie him down? Apparently not tonight. He expertly opened drew's pants and slid down the jock he was wearing. "Look at your beautiful lotus dick, andrew. You wanted me home " "Yes sir. It gets lonely here." "AWWWWW. Well, SOMEONE'S got to earn the money." "Yes sir. I know." You'd recognize Xander. He was the host of one of the more popular cooking shoes on television. He didn't cook much on the show, but he interviewed the big names in the field, and since he had the background, he asked the questions, laced with humor, that made the show so popular. drew never watched the show and, as you'll find out, he had no idea who Xander was when they met. He knew now: all the parties, all the events where he was "Xander Green's younger husband." No one knew about their private life - at least he didn't THINK so. They didn't know that right now, Xander was gently but firmly bending drew's legs back to get at his ass. "So much muscle growth, andrew baby. You're gonna need more yoga classes so this isn't so hard." "Yes sir. Sorry Sir. MMMMMMMMMM" Xander always "lubricated" drew before he took his ass, and andrew felt the man's tongue going in. Like we said above, Xander's tongue was expert in areas other than food. The "MMMMM" became a moan and then the whispered plea. "Fuck me Sir. Please fuck your boy. Fuck me Hard." He saw the smile on Xander's face. He loved hearing drew moan like that: called him his 'bitch in heat'. He pressed his thumb to drew's asshole. "You think you can take me, handsome?" Now he was hitting a nerve for drew: even though most people would say that drew was "drop dead gorgeous," his boyfriends before Xander almost never called him handsome. A drop of pre-cum spilled out as his dick got even harder. "I don't know Sir. I'll try." "Let's see." Xander began to slide in. He stopped every time drew moaned and just held his cock there, until the moans stopped. Then he pushed in a little harder. A little deeper. "Who changed you from being a fucking slut to an honest husband?" Xander had gritted his teeth and pushed in all the way. "OH. You did Sir. You made me your husband." "That's right. Maybe subband is a better word." "Yes sir. Maybe." Then Xander stopped speaking. He was at the point where all he wanted was release. drew tightened his glutes, and Xander got it. He filled drew the way he sometimes filled eclairs when they were having a party at home and he made the desserts. Xander smiled. "You want to take care of yourself, gorgeous?" "Yes Sir. May I?" "Of course. Don't take too long." He rolled off of drew. drew got up to head to the bathroom. Xander detested seeing drew climax. He knew it was necessary, but he didn't like it. So, another one of his rules was that his "boy," his "subband" his "sunshine" would take care of himself in private. Now, drew did. Xander had felt so good in him, that he didn't miss the bondage. Or the tickling. But he hoped they'd be back. Even the different vibrators. "Sir, do you want me to keep my shirt untucked?" drew called to Xander who was in the living room when drew came out of the Master bathroom. "No. Change for dinner. Something that's gonna make me wanna wrestle you to the ground and tickle you till you pee." "Yes sir. drew smiled. He knew: he looked for the newest version of the shirt he had been wearing the night he met Xander, three years ago. And we'll look at that first meeting, and how we got here, next time.