It was difficult to determine who was most dazed after the proposal meeting. Damian knew that he had Uri "hooked," but he thought there would be more play before he landed him. The stubbornness and the fight he gave to his parents gave Damian hope that this relationship was going to be more interesting once he had Uri under his control. Beth and Eric were both shocked at Uri's intransigence: he had always been a very obedient son, and he had always listened to their advice. He didn't always take it, but he was polite about it. When they talked about it, they concluded that they had never seen Uri want something as much as he wanted this. Yes, they had misgivings about their new son-in-law being a contemporary of them, but if that's what Uri wanted...
And Uri himself. He didn't know he wanted this as badly as he did. The thought of waiting for 2 or 3 months before he was married was something that he thought would drive him absolutely nuts. He loved sex with Damian, and until they were married, he knew it would be "rationed" for when they could see each other. Also, Damian was opening up a part of Uri he didn't know about. Yes, he had always been the passive one with Jad, and yes, when he fantasized about other men, he was always on the bottom, but he had never thought about bondage, or some of the things that Damian had introduced him to. Just thinking about how Damian had tied his wrists behind him after that eventful night was making him hard the whole week. He wanted it again. Did he love Damian? Probably not. Did Damian love Uri? Definitely not. He had talked about not being in love with Damian with his mother and she sighed.
"Maybe it's better NOT to be in love when you get married, Uri. Marriage is tough. Love just makes it harder." She looked at him. "Trust me. I'm glad you're not in love with him. Maybe you will be." "Momma, he makes me happy." "And that's more than most people get, Uri. It can be more than enough." Then she smiled. "I hope you realize that the thing that makes your father and I happiest is seeing you happy." Uri blushed. "Mom, I need to tell you something. I'm sorry but... we did have sex already." Beth laughed "Oh, your father and I figured you would. That's a stupid law, Uri. There are a LOT of stupid laws." She shrugged her shoulders. "Frankly, I think it should be REQUIRED that people thinking of getting married have sex first. If it's not good, it's a long, miserable life ahead of you." "YOU KNEW?" Uri was astonished. "HOW?" "Mom's intuition, that's all I'll say." "And Dad?" "Dad's intuition. You can talk to him and ask if he can be any cleared than I can be. All I can say is, we just knew. Maybe it was something in your eye, or the way you looked at Damian after it happened, who knows?" She paused for a minute and asked. "He's not hurting you, is he?" Uri paused for a minute. He blushed. "I don't feel comfortable talking about intimate things with you mom, so after I answer this, no more. Sometimes he does. Not a lot, just a little. And it's fine. It's right at the edge." "Why am I telling this to my MOTHER?" Uri thought, "And why is the thought of Damian hurting me getting me hard?" Beth smiled. "Fair enough. Please just promise us that at some point, you'll discuss adopting with Damian? We'd love to be grandparents."
"Uh, ok Mom. I'm just not sure I'm ready to be a father."
"Eric said the same thing. I think he did a good job." She kissed her son on his forehead and then told him she needed to go to her study. She didn't. She needed to go and have a good cry because her son was about to become a husband. Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Hey, Uri, you have a few minutes to talk?" Magda was standing in front of Uri's cubicle. "Oh, Magda, HI! I'm so sorry, I saw your message but when it came in, we were, well, having the marriage discussion and then things got busy and, and." She looked at Uri. "Did you set a date?" He smiled. "Next Monday." Magda's mouth dropped. "NEXT MONDAY? HOLY... Uri, we need to talk. Desperately." Uri didn't get angry often, but he was beginning to feel like he would be angry when Magda was finished. "Magda, DO NOT try to talk me out of this." "Uri, I won't. I just want to show you some things that you may not know about." She gave the print outs to Uri. His poker face showed nothing as he read them. Of course, he knew that Damian liked some of this stuff, but Uri didn't know how involved Damian was. His reaction was a mix of disgust and desire. He looked at Magda. "Of course, I knew about this? You think he wouldn't tell me? And you think I'd have accepted his proposal if it bothered me?" Magda knew Uri wasn't telling her the truth, but now she had told him. "Ok, Uri. I didn't mean to upset you. You had asked me to look for information on him, and..." "YEAH. LIKE HIS BIRTHDAY, HIS FAVORITE FOOD, THINGS THAT A SPOUSE KNOWS ABOUT HIS SPOUSE. THINGS ANYONE COULD KNOW. I DIDN'T WANT YOU INVESTIGATING HIS SEX LIFE. GEEZ MAGDA, HE'S NOT YOUNG. OF COURSE, HE HAD OTHER BOYFRIENDS." "Again, Uri, I'm sorry. I wish you all the happiness in the world. I'll miss having you here to talk to." "What makes you think I won't be here to talk to?" Magda held her peace. "I misspoke. I meant that, now your thoughts will be turned to your husband and, well, things won't be the same. They never are." She left and Uri didn't feel quite right about their conversation. His stomach was getting a bit twisted, but then he thought about how good it felt with Damian was on top of him, or in him, and he felt better.
For the civil ceremony of marriage, Beth and Eric were there, and Sonya came to town to witness for Damian. She had also brought them a wedding gift: she had painted a portrait of the two of them together, based on the time she had spent with them. As the officiant droned on with the official vows, Uri squeezed Damian's hand tighter, and he pushed his thigh up against Damian's, thinking no one saw him (his parents did). When the words were finished, and Uri and Damian had both said, "I do," Damian smiled: "Give your husband a kiss Uri." "Yes s..." Uri had slipped again, but Damian pressed his lips up against Uri and cut the phrase short. He wanted to shove his tongue down Uri's throat so badly, but not in front of his parents (Sonya wouldn't have minded. In fact, later she teased Damian about how well he had behaved). Instead, he hugged Uri tightly and whispered, "you may not be able to sit down tomorrow, young man."
The five of them went out for a late lunch after that, and then they said goodbye to Sonya and to Uri's parents: the custom was that a newly married couple would spend their first night together, and no one else would be present. Then, a honeymoon. Then normal life. Damian had made a reservation at the fanciest hotel in the area. He had taken the honeymoon suite and he had left his suitcase and his "toys" there before the ceremony. "It happened, Uri. You made it happen." Damian spoke as he drove them to the hotel. He steered with one hand, because his arm was around Uri's shoulders. Uri had taken off his tie and opened a button on his shirt. Damian opened a second one, and his hand was buried inside the shirt, roaming over Uri's nipple. "You're making it happen, Sir. You're making me hard. VERY hard." Damian laughed. "Doesn't take much for you does it, sexy man?" Now Uri laughed "Actually, Sir, it does. It took more than this with Jad and, well, I never felt this hard so often when I fantasized." "Now, you're asking for it stud muffin. "He laughed as he opened a third button on Uri's shirt. "You're so smooth and adorable Uri bird. GOD I can't wait till we get to the hotel." "OK, Uri bird, one second," Damian said as they got to the hotel room. Let me open this door and now..." "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH. You're such a BRUTE" Uri giggled as Damian picked him up and carried him into the room. "Uri bird is a good nickname for you sweetie. You weigh nothing." He slipped his jacket off and then Uri's. He began nibbling Uri's neck. He whispered. "You think you made the wrong decision?" The man's scruff rubbing against Uri's neck made it hard for him to think straight, and he whispered "No, Sir. Not at all." "Bed." Damian replied. "On your back." "Yes sir," Uri spread out the way he knew Damian liked and Damian lay on top of him. Now, he kissed Uri the way he had wanted to at the ceremony, making Uri moan with pleasure. When Damian stopped to breath, Uri laughed.
"I hope you didn't find any tonsils, Sir. They took them out when I was adopted."
"I don't give a rat's ass about finding your tonsils Uri. I want to find your hot spot. The one that my cock teases until you're begging for mercy."
"Betcha you can't," Uri teased.
"Well, if I DON'T find it, I'll make you tell me." Uri's shirt was completely opened, and Damian jammed his thumbs into Uri's ribs.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. THIS IS SPOUSAL ABUSE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
Damian stopped tickling his boy, and got his dress slacks off. "Let's see if I can find it. First, with this." He stuck out his tongue and Uri whispered "OH FUCK" before his legs went up in the air and Damian's practiced tongue got to work. His facial hair rubbed the pucker around Uri's ass. His tongue didn't find the spot, but he was getting Uri very, VERY aroused. He reached down to start stroking his cock. Damian grabbed his hand. He looked at him.
"Did you ask if you could do that?" Uri looked puzzled. "Uh, no Sir."
"You're my husband now, Uri. You ask me before you pleasure yourself. You understand."
"Well, yes Sir but. OOOOOOOOOOOOOH" He felt Damian's cock head beginning to enter him.
"GOOD. I think this is going to work fine." He had lubed Uri so well that his entire dick just slid into his new husband.
"He's MINE" ran through Damian's head as he pummeled Uri's ass. Uri couldn't remember Damian fucking him this hard. Inadvertently, he started reaching down for his dick and stopped. He put his arms at the side, his hands up near his shoulders.
"That's how I like you Uri bird. Only thing better is if you were tied up. But we have time for that." He heard Uri moan as he was sliding back and forth. He stopped. "I think I found it." Uri was wriggling like a fish.
"OH GOD YES SIR YOU DID. HOLY CRAP. HOLY... OH GEEZ, I CAN'T TAKE IT."
"You can't take it?
"No Sir. I want more but..."
"Squeeze your muscles. Squeeze them as hard as you can. YES. GOOD BOY. BRING YOUR HUBBY OFF. BRING HIM ...OFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF. OH GOD FUCKING YOU AS A MARRIED MAN IS SO MUCH BETTER THAN FUCKING YOU WHEN WE WERE SINGLE." Uri threw his arms around Damian and he began to cry.
"Did I hurt you, babe?"
"No, Sir. Not really. I'm just. I thought I'd NEVER get married. EVER. And now, now." He blushed. "I feel like the princess in all those stories we read as kids."
"A princess, huh? Well, I wanna think of you as my blond prince. The blonde prince I abducted to make my love slave and to serve me for the rest of his life."
"GOD SIR. That sounds so HOT."
"Good. Now, let's get you drained. Here's a tiny wedding present." Damian took Uri's dick in his mouth and began giving him the first blow job he had ever had.
"OH GOD SIR. NOW I KNOW WHY YOU LIKE THEM SO MUCH. OOOOOOOOOOH." When he was much younger, Damian had given many blowjobs and while Uri was eager, and very good, he was better. He sucked Uri for at least fifteen minutes, but he pulled away and didn't swallow.
"Look at that, Uri bird. LOOK AT THAT LOAD. When was the last time you jerked?"
Uri blushed. "This morning Sir." Damian laughed. "Well, if you come THAT hard in a day, imagine what things will be like when you have to wait for five."
"Huh? I don't understand, Sir." Damian realized he had spoken too soon.
"I'll explain after the honeymoon is over, moonbeam. For now, come to Sir Damian's arms. My precious, sweet, Uri bird. My husband."
When Uri woke up the next morning, he saw Damian lying on his side next to him. He had propped an arm up and his head was resting on his hand. He was smiling at Uri.
"Morning, pretty boy." Damian smiled and gently brushed the bangs of Uri's hair. "You sleep well?" Uri let out a big yawn.
"I did." He rolled toward Damian. "After you finished screwing me for the third time." Damian smiled, and then surprised Uri by rolling on top of him.
"You enjoyed every single one of them you little sex piglet. And... maybe I'll screw you again before breakfast. Looks like Uri's pecker is eager." He began licking one of Uri's nipples, and Uri sucked in a big breath.
"Oh GOD Sir. Someone told me old men aren't horny." Damian smiled and reached down, grabbing Uri's cock.
"I wouldn't know. I'm not old." Uri began to laugh, and Damian moved slightly, letting go of his prick and pinning him down.
"You wanna laugh, blondie? Cause I'll make you laugh." He pinned Uri's wrists and dug his free hand into Uri's right armpit.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA. NO. NO PLEASE, DON'T DO THAT SIR. YOU'RE NOT OLD. YOU'RE JUST OLDER THAN ME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"Older, sneakier, and craftier young man. Now, about that pre-breakfast fuck. Roll over. Uri sighed. The three screwings the night before were face to face but now..." Damian pushed Uri's hips up and pointed his cock at Uri's ass. Uri didn't feel anything enter him. He felt Damian's mouth at his ear.
"You're sore, aren't you sweetpea?"
"Yes Sir. But I can take it."
"Oh, I know you can, but I can be happy -- THIS TIME -- with a blowjob. That's something I may want everyday since your lips are so soft."
"Yes sir."
"WELL, GET TO IT OR YOU'LL GET A SPANKING." Uri grinned. "If I do a good job can I get a spanking, Sir?"
Damian began to laugh. "Just get to work, boy. Time you started learning your chores."
Uri slid down to the lower part of the bed and kissed the tip of Damian's cock. Then he deep throated it just the way he knew Damian liked it. While he sucked, Damian ran his finger around Uri's hole, occasionally poking a finger just about half an inch in. Uri tried to tighten his glute muscles to hold Damian's finger, but they were exhausted from their honeymoon night. "Once we get you in a gym, studmuffin, you'll get better at glute work. Lots of squats. Make your ass even prettier than it is. Even more fuckable." Uri stopped sucking. "You better be careful about that, Sir. I mean, old men can have heart attacks if they exert themselves too hard."
"And YOUNG men can find themselves awfully sore after a 13-inch dildo goes up their ass. NOW GET BACK TO WORK. NO BREAKFAST TILL I SHOOT."
"SLLLLLLLLLLRP" Uri started sucking again. Damian closed his eyes and thought about how much fun it was going to be to train this one. He was eager, and Damian hadn't found his points of resistance yet. When he did, the fun would really begin.
"DAMN YOU LITTLE FUCKER. YOU'RE USING A HOOKER'S TRICK." Uri was pressing his finger down on Damian's prostate to get him to climax faster. Damian reached for Uri's neck but then decided "what the hell? It feels good." He started moaning, calling Uri his little blond bitch and arching higher and higher until he shot. He held Uri's head to make sure he swallowed.
"DAMN THAT WAS GOOD," he smiled at Uri. "You could very well be the best cocksucker I've ever had." Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Everyone noticed them in the hotel restaurant. How could they not? Uri looked radiant: nearly white dress pants, a blue and white striped button-down that fit him tightly, his sleeves rolled back. He looked very continental to Damian, especially with his hair, still slick and wet from their shower.
"Sir, I want to ask you about something you said this morning," Uri said, after he swallowed a mouthful of pancakes.
"Of course. What would you like to know?" Damian was eating a grapefruit, some whole grain cereal, and black coffee. His usual breakfast.
"You said I might be the best cocksucker you've ever had. How many guys have sucked your cock, Sir?"
Damian laughed. "Oh sweetie, I can't answer that question."
"More than a hundred?" Uri asked.
"Hmmm. Probably."
"More than 200, Sir?"
"URI, what is this about? You're the only one sucking my cock now."
"Well, Sir, someone at work found me some stuff about you on the internet: some interview you gave for a BDSM magazine, and she found a picture of you with a guy on a leash and naked.
"Oh, Uri! If you were curious, I would've told you about that. That blond boy -- he was my lover at the time, and that was a while ago -- twelve years, fifteen years, I don't remember. Anyhow, I was head over heels for him and all that stuff, then I came home one day and found him in bed with his personal trainer."
"WOW. Sorry, Sir."
"It was okay. After I got the trainer out, I thought about giving that boy one good fuck before I kicked him out, but I decided to just send him on his way. Leech he was too. I didn't mind him spending my money, but he was never in the mood for sex. Now I know why."
"The interview, Sir? What was that about?"
"Well, you know enough Uri to know I'm dominant. VERY dominant." Uri laughed. "I figured that out, Sir."
"You'd be surprised how many people get it wrong. The want to be in a D/s relationship, but they don't know how to be Dominant, or submissive, they just don't get it."
"I think I don't get it, Sir."
"You will, babe. You're just a beginner. Much easier to train without any bad habits. "He smiled. "I assume that you're ok with that, because if you weren't, you would've turned down the marriage contract."
Uri began to squirm. He hadn't thought actively about it, and the dowry had been a factor even if he didn't want to admit it -- he wanted to make sure he could give something to his parents for taking such good care of him. He liked, no he LOVED, the way Damian took charge in the bedroom. But he didn't know what else was involved.
When Uri was silent, Damian spoke: "Uri bird, if you're having second thoughts, the law lets one or the other annul the marriage within 60 days. If you want out, well, I won't be happy but, we can do it." Uri looked down.
"No sweetums. I'm not going to ask for the dowry back, so stop worrying about that."
"I... I wasn't, Sir. If I told my folks why I wanted out, they'd insist on giving it back."
"Well, do you want out, Uri?" The answer came in a very low voice.
"No Sir." Damian took his hand.
"Tell you what? Tomorrow we're going to begin our honeymoon. It's at a gay resort. I ski there in the winter, and in warmer weather, it's a big resort with tennis and golf and a pool and all that stuff. But it's all gay. I met the last guy I slept with before you there: another tourist named Trevor. Not nearly as cute as you, or as much fun, but..." He shrugged his shoulders. "I mean, we'll try out some simple stuff and if you don't like it, there's still time to back out."
Uri grinned. "Like you back out of me, Sir?" Damian growled. "You know, there are times when I don't want to back out of your butt at all. And even though you drained me dry this morning you sexy little stud, I am feeling things rising because you are just so damn cute in your preppy clothes. You like how they look on you?"
"I do, Sir. I like that you pick them out for me, too. You always pick a combination that I would never pick. And it always looks good. I guess, wearing that uniform all those years, I just never developed fashion sense."
"Well, if I told you that you weren't going to be wearing that uniform anymore, Uri, what would you think?
"I don't understand, Sir. It's required at the job."
"Well, you know, we maybe should have talked about it, but I don't like the idea of my husband working. I try not to show it, Uri bird, but I get very jealous and, well, the thought of hot little cutie Uri Shore in a big company with men checking him out. And of course, Jad."
Uri couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't really like the job he had but, what was he going to do?"
"I make more than enough money for the two of us, babe. And I was thinking that you'd be much happier going to dance class, going to art class and, well, being a boy of leisure."
"A kept boy, Sir?"
"Not quite. You'd have jobs to do around the house, and I entertain a lot, so I'd expect you to help me host. I think you'd like it. Again, think about it this week."
Uri was silent for a minute again. "Sir, I need to ask you another question."
I think I know what this one is, but go ahead and ask, sexy." Uri blushed when Damian called him "sexy." No one else ever had. Not even Jad.
"Last night, Sir, you... you..."
"I gave you a blowjob Uri."
"Well, yes. And I liked it." Uri looked up at Damian. "You know I've never been the active partner in anything sexual. Not with Jad, not with you."
"And you won't be with me, Uri. Let me make that clear. Whatever else happens, when it gets to sexual stuff, I'm in charge. I thought I told you that on our first date."
"You did, Sir. I guess I just didn't understand what it meant." Damian sighed.
"Uri, do you WANT to try topping?" There was another pause.
"I don't know, Sir, but I don't think so."
"Well, if the urge to be the active partner overtakes you, you let me know. We'll find someone and maybe we'll have a Uri sandwich: you on top of one boy, me on top of you. "He saw the shock on Uri's face and laughed hard.
OH MY, you're not THAT adventurous yet. And that's ok."
"It's just that... Sir, I don't want to share you with anyone. "Damian's heart melted a little at that.
"Let's finish up and get packed. I can't WAIT to see you in speedos at the pool at this place. Everyone is gonna be SO jealous of me. "