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Hal and Selma were in the waiting area, chatting as Lyn and brad made their way through the horror that is the return from overseas travel.
Yes, gentle readers: they had been persuaded that a vacation was something they needed. They had to understand that this was not a
vacation to convince one or the other to change how they lived, but a
chance for two people who loved each other to get back in connection with each other.
It had been a two week trip, since they had different places on the top of their list . There was a week in Paris, followed by a week in
London. Hal had been to both places when he was younger, and had some suggestions, as did some of Lyn's friends. Hal and brad had skyped a few times , but Hal put an end to it.
"bradford, this is your time with Lyn. Why did you go to Europe and
spend a fortune in hotels, if you're on the computer all night?" When brad persisted, Hal stopped answering the skype requests.
Lyn sent him a thank you note.
He and Selma had taken the two weeks to get to know each other better.
That had been planned. They hit it off immediately. At their first lunch , they both talked about how their new partner seemed "almost
starved" or "desperate for affection." Selma was no rookie at this. She was just a bit older than Lyn and, according to Lyn, she "paid
attention." She never said it, but she always felt (rightly), that brad's mind was elsewhere in their relationship.
The surprise for Hal, during the past two weeks, was meeting brad and
Lyn's son, Brad junior. It wasn't planned. He was at work one day, and a colleague came to him
"Excuse me Hal, but there's a young man here, says you know his father, wanted to know if he could speak to you?"
Hal was puzzled. The truth was, he never remembered that brad had
children. It just wasn't something that was "on his radar" as he put
it. When he looked up though, the resemblance was strong. Yes, this was brad's son.
"Sure. Let me speak with him. It's not all that busy right now, and I'll put the rest off until lunch."
Shyly, the young man approached. Hal smiled.
"Hi. You're brad's son aren't you? I'm Hal." He held out his hand. The son shook it weakly.
"Yes. Mom told me about you. I wanted to come and meet you and....
maybe talk."
"Well, it's hard to talk here. Do you have time to have lunch? Or maybe go and have a pizza or something at the end of the day? It's up to you. "
"Maybe lunch? Then we can decide if we should meet again?"
"I'd like that Brad. Anything in particular you feel like eating?"
"I like burgers. I have one request though. So far, you haven't done it, but... since I'm Brad Junior, everyone calls me BJ. And then.."
Hal shook his head. "I get it. Your folks weren't thinking. Tell you what: it'd be hard for an old guy like me to keep two brads separate in my head. Do you have a middle name you like?"
"I do. My middle name is Matthew." "Do you like Matthew, or Matt?"
He smiled. "You know, you're the first adult who asked me that. I like Matt."
"Ok Matt. How's about I call you that? Work for you?
He smiled. "Yes sir." After he left to wait for Hal's break, Hal had to take a breath. The voice, and the way he said "yes sir," was spot on his father. He hoped the lunch would be ok.
It was. Hal feared that it was going to be something like "So why are
you stealing my father?" or something like that. It wasn't. They went
to a place Hal knew had good burgers. "Is it ok if I get fries too?"
Hal looked at him. "why wouldn't you have fries? It's a burger. You want a malt too?"
Matt smiled. "I can? Mom and Dad never let me eat anything that unhealthy."
"You look pretty healthy. One bad meal won't hurt you. Get what you want."
Most of what Matt wanted to know, was whether his father was going to move out and move in with him. As he talked, Hal thought "never
underestimate children." The boy had figured out his father was probably gay, about four years before. Word gets around, and if someone you know, knows someone you know, and that person has been to a bar, and ..." and that's how it happened. Matt had been skeptical, but he hung out in a
coffee shop opposite Pockets one night, until he saw his dad go in. He had to convince himself, so he went again. So he knew. He just didn't tell his mother, or his sister Stephanie. He didn't think they could
handle it. Now, of course, he knew his mom was aware for a while.
"I don't really know how to answer your question, Matt. Your folks are on vacation and they'll always be your folks. I'm not trying to break them up. I DON'T WANT to break them up. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't like having sex with your father." He was surprised that Matt
didn't even blink. "I'm going to keep having sex with your father, if he wants to keep having sex. But know something Matt, and I mean this." He looked at Matt, hard.
"The house is big. There are extra bedrooms. You can stay, Stephanie can stay, you can come whenever you want. If you let me know when you have events where you want your father to be there, I'll do my best to
make sure he is. He loves you . He talks about his kids a lot. He feels like he let you down, and he's ashamed. I think he could use some good
energy from the two of you."
Matt looked at him. "Really? He always seems so, well, independent." "He's not Matt. He's just as needy as me, you, your sister, your mom, Selma, everyone. "
Matt looked at his watch. "I probably should get back to school. But I'm glad I met with you, Hal. Thanks."
Hal held out his hand "Friends?"
Matt smiled and shook it "You bought me a malt. Friends for sure."
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"SELLLLLLLLLLLMA!!!!!!" Lyn's shrill voice carried across the waiting area. Hal looked up and there was brad, walking beside her. At that
time of year, there wasn't much sun in either Paris or London, so he wasn't tanned, but as this man in a blue oxford shirt, a tweed jacket, and tailored jeans walked toward them, Hal smiled.
"Damn he's handsome."
brad fell into his arms. "I missed you Sir."
Hal whispered back. "I missed you too. And you're gonna know it.
Starting this afternoon and this evening. Now open that second shirt button. You know better."
"Yes sir. " brad smiled. "Did I say I missed you, Sir?"
They had agreed that, since the flight had been long, and tiring, they
would go to their respective houses that night, and get back together for a big dinner after Lyn and brad were rested, and re-settled. As brad got in the car, he saw the handcuffs sitting on the passenger seat.
"Put em on brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Vacation's over. And get ready to get the cage back on when we get home."
"I didn't use it in Europe Sir. I just... well, I was afraid I'd lose the key."
"Well, you'll have to make up for it here. I think you're a big boy now. You can move up to 5 days at a time."
He gulped. "Yes sir. Sir. I have to tell you something. Actually, I have to tell you a few things, but this one... it's important."
"Ok, go ahead."
brad paused. "One night, I went out, and I picked someone up. I tried topping."
Hal started laughing so hard, he almost had to pull over.
"Now THAT... OH GOD. I wish that were filmed. But tell me: how did it go?"
"Not well Sir. It was in Paris."
"Ah, Paris, yes. Everyone's a top in Paris. Just ask them after they finish a drag on their cigarette."
brad giggled. "Yeah, lots of cigarettes. Anyway, this guy: he said he was into daddies, and he asked me to come back with him.
Hal kept laughing. "I'm sorry, but this is just... you need to write a story about this. There isn't enough comic erotica."
"It wasn't funny at the time Sir. I couldn't get it up. He offered to suck me and, well... "
"No luck huh? "
"Well, sort of. I closed my eyes and thought of sucking you and I got hard. But then, when it came time to.. you know, fuck him. "
"Didn't happen huh? Mon dieu as they say in Paris."
"He said some other things. " brad sighed. "I guess I'm 100% bottom." Hal squeezed his thigh. "I have no problem with that. In fact...." he began to maneuver the car into his driveway. "I think that right now,
that may be the best thing I've heard in a long, long time. Don't take that jacket off when you get in the house. Just pull out the chair, and get in position."
"Can I give you your present first, Sir?"
"Well, ok. " Hal yanked brad's suitcase out of the car, and left it in the middle of the living room.
"Now, first. A proper greeting. The kind you can't give in the
airport. Welcome home.." brad was still cuffed, so Hal couldn't move his hands behind his back; but he COULD shove his tongue down brad's
throat, and then nibble on his ears. He could step behind him, pull his butt into his crotch and whisper "See how much I missed you?"
"OH GOD yes sir. If you see the stain at the front of my pants, you'll see how much I missed you."
"So, what's this gift that's keeping me from ravishing you?"
brad reached into his backpack. "There's another bigger box on the way, but this one, I wanted you to have. I got it from a fancy men's store in London."
Hal opened it. There were three beautiful, silk, ascots.
"brad, thank you . They're beautiful, but... when do I wear an ascot?" He saw brad smile.
"Didn't you tell me once that you wished that it were possible to get a cross between a necktie and a handkerchief, for a good silk gag?" He
rolled up one of the ascots, and showed Hal how perfectly it gagged his mouth.
"And you can also shove one IN my mouth and hold it there with the second one. "
Hal began to feel the need to dominate growing. "Let's start with just one. Now in the chair." "Yes sir."
He unlocked brad's cuffs, so he could cuff him behind his back and he tightened the silk ascot around brad's mouth.
"A red one. To set off your blue shirt. Spread your legs, bitch brad." "MMMMPH. " brad was suffering from a bit of jet lag, so he didn't give any fight as Hal inched his knee in, rubbing up and down brad's already overstimulated balls.
"You better have the biggest orgasm of your life this afternoon bradford. Because you're gonna be locked up for a week."
He saw brad's eyes go wide. He thought Hal was teasing, or had forgotten it. Hal just smiled as he rubbed that knee, back and forth. brad was
pumping in the chair, trying to get his ass off the seat and onto Hal's knee. Then he moved behind brad and slid his hand down brad's shirt to get his nipple. He played it, until the moans got louder and
desperate. That's when he took brad's ear in his mouth and whispered:
"two weeks away? No shaving? Well, guess what's on the menu for tomorrow?"
"MMPH MMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH" brad hated being shaved. He hated it.
He didn't understand why it still got him so hard when Hal did it, but he hated it. And Hal was going to do it again. He was going to be caged and shaved... and fucked. Hell, should he have stayed in Europe?
"No fucking way," he thought. He tried to keep his thoughts in order.
For example, he had to talk to Hal about the lunchtime chat with his
son: brad and Lyn HAD kept in touch with the kids while they were away, and brad knew about the chat. He had to talk about what he and Lyn had decided about the house, and divorce (they weren't divorcing, and they
were keeping the house. They needed to talk to Hal about space for the kids). Yeah, he had a lot to talk about to Hal, but for now, his mind was flooded with one thought: COCK. He wanted COCK. More than he
wanted ice in his drink in London, more than he wanted to see his kids, he wanted COCK.
"I'm gonna fuck your daddy ass" Hal whispered, and brad shook his head up and down vigorously.
"I'm still not gonna get you out of that jacket brad. You look SO
FUCKING HOT." He did move brad to the bed and then, smiling, pulled out another ascot.
"I bet I can get both of your wrists with this. Right to the
headboard." Hal was correct. He had brad immobilized in a new position.
He got his shoes off, and then his pants. He saw the HUGE bulge in brad's briefs.
"Hmmm. Someone did himself some shopping in Paris didn't he? You can't get those here. They serve you well. You buy more than one?"
brad shook his head. "More than six?"
Another shake yes "MORE THAN 10?"
blushing, brad squeaked '24' out of his mouth.
"GEEZ. You pig. " Hal laughed as he undid brad's shirt.
"Yup. Someone's garden needs pruning... " He began nibbling at brad's nips, before he moved down and rubbed his stubble very gently across
brad's torso. He ran a finger along the point where brad's pubes
started. brad moaned under the touch he hadn't felt for two weeks. "Bent your knees, stud. It'll be easier."
brad grunted out 'yes sir," as Hal found his hole. He fingered it just a bit, getting it moist.
"Oh, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. If you knew how much I missed this sweet spot.." He began inching into brad's ass, on the assumption that
it hadn't been used in the two weeks. He was sliding in more easily than he thought he would. He looked at brad and laughed.
"You ARE a pig. You used dildos for satisfaction." brad gave him a look like, 'OH WELL'.
"If THAT's the case. " Hal smiled and shoved in so hard and so fast,
that brad's eyes went to the back of his head. The shock of it was more than his prostate could handle, and he shot all over himself, the bed,
and Hal. Hal smiled.
"Oh, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Cumming before your Master. Know what I
think? I think punishment on top of punishment. Heh heh. I think you're gonna shave your own pubes"
"MMMPH MMMMPH MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!!!!! " brad was shaking his head no, just as Hal blew a load into him. It DID seem that Hal had held off
for two weeks. When he finished, he undid the gag. He kissed brad over and over then lay beside him.
"First things first. This isn't over brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. You better plan to get fucked at least twice more this afternoon and tonight, cause I am HUNGRY for your ass. BUT.... " He ran his finger down brad's
midline.
"You've had a long two weeks. Shower? Food? Sleep? Coffee? "
"All of the above Sir. And I want to hear about your chat with brad junior."
"You will . Don't call him BJ anymore"'
brad blushed. "I guess that was an unfortunate thing to do. "
"So what order, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? Keep in mind that, at any time, I may want your ass."
"How about we start with a shower, then lunch, then a nap?" "Sounds good to me."
"One thing Sir. Something I learned on this trip." "What's that bradboi?"
He paused. "I'm ticklish in two spots, Sir?" Hal perked up. "OH. Where are they?"
brad smiled. "You'll have to find them. Sir."
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After he dropped the information that he had found he WAS ticklish in two spots, brad regretted it immediately. Hal didn't say much, but brad knew
- he had been dominated by this man for long enough - that he was
obsessing about finding those spots. So far, he hadn't done anything.
Their life together proceeded generally along the same path: nearly every night, Hal devised some kind of bondage scenario - sometimes a
roleplay out of porno, or something out of brad's stash of porn, or just something out of his head - to torment brad, bring him close to the edge and deny him release, followed by a good thorough fucking. Brad had come across a line a kept woman had told her man once "you've spent enough in me to float a battleship." Indeed, there were times he felt that Hal had done that, and that he had swallowed enough jizz to fill a bathtub. Hal showed no signs of relenting. And brad was enjoying it. Even when his
cock was caged, he felt like he was living his sexual life for the first time.
Hal seemed to have a talent for finding ways to humiliate him, that felt, afterwards, like they were "right." For example, one night, after Hal
had tied brad to the "torment chair," and hadn't gagged him, but was using his lap (and crotch) as a foot rest, he announced.
"Know what I think you need brad? I think you need a new supply of porn?"
"Oh, I agree sir. I just haven't had a chance to order any." That's when the smile came out over Hal's face
"Order? NAH. We're gonna go to the shops and buy the stuff." He smiled when he saw brad's face whiten, and gently dug his heel into the caged
cock until brad winced.
"You have a problem with that, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad? Afraid someone's gonna see you?"
"Uh, yeah Sir. Clients, or co-workers, or parents of my kids' friends." "brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad, you are SUCH A WIMP. You can take cock
for half an hour and you're afraid of being seen buying porn. Lemme tell you stud: if anyone sees you in the store, they're there for the same
reason. "
"Can't you go for me , Sir? You know what I like." Hal pushed his heel down just a bit harder.
"I could, but I'm not. This weekend. Porn town. HEY. Maybe we should invite Lyn. After all, the family that stays together.."
"NO. NO. I don't want her to know what I buy."
Hal laughed. "She already does handsome. She found your box. You afraid she'll find your tastes changed?"
"Uh, no."
"OH MY GOD. I just figured it out. You don't wanna know what SHE likes. HA HA HA HA HA HA. ." He got up, and ran his hand through brad's hair. "It's ok stud. We'll go just you and I. Get some lunch afterward. Act out our favorite scene that night. It'll be great."
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after he had come home from work. It wasn't a planned session, but Hal
did this a lot. He had gotten as far as loosening his tie before Hal
grabbed him and locked down the restraints. He was wearing a pale orange buttondown shirt that fit him snugly - one of Hal's favorites, and a pair of dark green pants. He had pushed the sleeves back, and now...
It was a day where Hal let him be unlocked, and the minute the chains
went on his wrists, brad got brutally hard. When Hal walked in, wearing jeans and a black t shirt, he got even harder. And when he straddled
brad, with a big grin on his face, well..
"So, brad. Two ticklish spots. And you won't tell me." "No. You have enough ways to torment me "
"Like this?" Hal began moving his fingers over brad's nips , moving
very, VERY slowly. Somewhere, brad had read that the more your nipples
got worked, the more sensitive they got. Seemed accurate to him. He began to squirm almost right away.
"C'MON SIR. That's unfair!"
"Heh heh. No brad. THIS is unfair..." Hal loosened brad's tie, and put it to the side. His shirt buttons popped open, and Hal took one of
brad's nips with his thumb and forefinger.
"Good old fashioned nip torture." Then he lowered his mouth to the other nips, and began working brad good.
"OH SHIT. OOOOOH. FUCK. This isn't fair Sir. If you can do that, why do you need to tickle me?"
"Because I want to brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. As long as you have secrets that I can exploit, I don't have you 100%. So I'm just gonna keep on doing this until you tell me one of them."
The moans that came out of brad were getting louder, and louder. "PLEASE. Let me have some secrets Sir."
Hal put his head down to brad's ear. He rubbed his chin over the ear, and then whispered
"No."
When he got up, his chin scraped against the exposed underside of brad's forearm, and brad jumped. Hal smiled.
"Well, well, well.. Did I just discover one of them?"
"C'mon, just fuck me like you want Sir. You know that's what you want." "What I want, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrradforrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrd, is for you to realize that I control EVERY bit of you." He opened brad's shirt and ran his hand over his torso.
"Hmmm. You been cheating and shaving so I don't get to you?"
brad was breathing harder. He HAD, because when Hal shaved him, he kept him locked up and the agony of having to shoot, was just too much.
"You're not answering me brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Maybe I'll give you a choice... how about you wear the cage for two solid weeks.. OR... He
pinched brad's right nip. "Maybe you should be the family member on the cutting edge and get pierced."
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. People will see it at the gym." brad had increased
going to the gym to every day, because as he was getting older, he was finding it hard to keep off the weight, even though Hal seemed to love his belly.
"Well, then, let's try... this." Hal pushed back one of brad's shirt
sleeves so that his forearm was exposed. brad tried desperately to twist that arm so that the underside wasn't exposed. Hal just grabbed his
wrist and turned it over.
He laughed as he began singing "The itsy bitsy spider......" and slowly moved one finger tip over brad's arm. brad broke out into hysterical
laughter.
"STOP. PLEASE PLEASE STOP. HAHAHAHAHAHA. OK OK. YOU FOUND ONE YOU GOT ME. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
brad hadn't seen the look on Hal's face there now, since the first time he had tied him up.
"Well, well, well... If we can get THAT kind of reaction from ONE forearm, what's gonna happen with two?"
"NO. NO. PLEASE PLEASE DON'T DO THAT. PLEASE"
"Well, I'm gonna do it. UNLESS... you tell me the other place." "OH SHIT. Why are you doing this to me Sir?"
"Because it's so much fun. You remember what an arrogant prick you were?"
"I WAS NEVER AN ARROGANT PRICK!" Hal's finger went back to his arm. 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ok, ok. yes, I remember. I remember." "And I took you down. You were a challenge, but I broke you."
Catching his breath, brad remembered. He felt precum forming. "You did Sir. You broke me. I remember. "
"And I'm gonna break you again. Only this time... I'm giving you a
chance. " He paused. "You know, if I tie you the other way, the head post is not in the way, I can keep those arms up with my knees on your hands, and I'll just tickle you until you give it up."
brad pulled at the restraints. He didn't know why: if he got loose, Hal would just put him back down again. He thought about the possibility of being in that position. How long could he hold out? Not long.
"The backs of my knees sir. Where they bend. Worse than my arms. Please don't do that. Please." Brad was breathing harder and harder.
"DANG. Why didn't I think of that. The arms? Yeah, I could miss that. But your knees."
He whispered into brad's ear. "you're gonna be hogtied a LOT more than you have been, big boy. But right now, you're just gonna have your legs in the air with my cock in you." He moved his mouth over and flooded
brad's mouth with his tongue. His fingers kept on working on brad's
nips, and he felt brad bucking under him, getting crazier and crazier. "SIR. I'm gonna cum before you do. I am. I am. I can't help it.
GGGGGAAAAAAGGGGG" Hal saw the dark spot spreading over brad's pants. "Oh, you broke a fundamental rule, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Top man comes first. Gonna have to be punishment for that. AFTER I get my
prize.
He got the stained pants off of brad, and then lifted his leg. brad's well used hole was right there. Hal again remembered the first time he had taken brad. He never knew what kind of flood of submission he was
going to tap into. He'd think about that later. For now... He needed to cum. Badly. He slid into brad.
"This is my sub. This is the sub I chose," he said to himself, as he began going in further and further. "My dream of dominating, OWNING a str8 guy. All mine." He came out of his reverie and said out loud,
without thinking.
"ALL.. FUCKING... MINE..." before he flooded brad's ass.
"Yes sir. All fucking yours. All the time. That's me. Your cum whore. Your sub. Your bottom. "
Hal was now excited. He went and got a bit cleaned up, and then untied brad.
"Get undressed. We're not done yet." "But Sir. We both came."
"I SAID GET UNDRESSED"
"Yes sir. " brad gulped when he saw the three pair of cuffs: one for his ankles, one for his wrists, and one to hold them together.
"Sir, you're not gonna hogtie me, are you?" "GET ON YOUR BELLY BRADBITCH"
"Gulp. Yes sir." Out came one of the ascots. Hal liked to use them
because brad could get sound out. They were safer than the big gags when he wanted sound. And he wanted sound now. He wet a finger, and ran it
across the back of brad's right knee. He heard the garbled sound of helplessness.
"OH WOW. This is gonna be fun brad."
"Why the fuck did I tell him," brad thought, before he realized
"because I'm his sub." That was the last coherent thought he had for about twenty minutes, as Hal tickled him mercilessly.
"You better get cleaned up. Time for you to go back into the cage, and
then some dinner, brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrad. Softball game this weekend?"
"Yes sir."
"GOOD. I got a tighter pair of shorts for you to wear. I heard a woman in the stands talking about what a great ass you had last week. We
should let her know that you appreciate your fans. " Brad could only sigh.
"Yes sir."