17. New Beginnings
Upstairs in the flat, I hugged Butch.
“Congratulations, my love. Have we celebrated your new position properly?”
“What do you think?” His mouth covered mine, still coated with Eli’s cum, in a long drawn out kiss, our still strapped balls in contact as we held each other close.
“I think, my love, a drink, a bite to eat, and our bed?” Licking the tip of his nose, I added, “and maybe someone would like to take this thing off my balls …”
“Sounds perfect.” Butch sighed. “Damn, Penn, I think I’m the fucking luckiest guy in this entire town … I’ve got you, I’ve got a job, and we’ve got Eli and his people keeping us in line …”
“That goes both ways, Love.” Kissing his cheek, I whispered, “I’ve got you as my husband, my partner … and we have this flat, Eli, our fetish, and our careers now starting … What more do we need?”
“Food! And something to drink!” He growled, his hands cupping my butt as he pulled my crotch hard against his own. His voice softened as he kissed me and whispered, "My darling wife."
“Yes, Master Husband.” I laughed, kneeling down. Kissing his limp cock, I gently moved it aside to admire the way the ball strap separated his balls, the thin straps keeping them — like mine — one on each side of his penis. Gently I undid the small buckles, and removed it, then stood grinning. “Feel better?”
“You bet!” Kissing me he knelt and did the same for me. Giggling like schoolgirls we made ourselves a cheese toastie each and a hot chocolate, then headed for our bed.
For a while we lay together, simply enjoying petting each other, kissing, and savouring being in love. Finally I moved onto my back and spread my legs as I drew him on top of me, Kissing his chin, with his solid erection pressed to mine, I smiled into his eyes.
"I'm ready for you, love. Fill me with your gorgeous member ..." Kissing him again, I whispered, "Take your 'wife' and fuck him -- fill him with your seed ..."
"Penn ... I love you ..." Butch began as I raised my legs.
"No talking, husband ... just fuck your wife and fill him ... again." I giggled. "Show me ..."
Raising himself, he let me raise my legs, positioned himself and pushed his gorgeous 'head' against my still slick opening. I arched myself to receive him, a shiver running through me as he sank his full length into my eager pussy. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I shuddered and tightened them over his back as his rigid cock teased my internal gland.
"Yesssss ..." I whimpered. "Yes, my love ..." I bit my lip as he began to thrust, sending me into absolute heaven, the motion stimulating me in ways I experienced only with my beloved Butch. He lasted a long time thanks to our earlier session, and I got a good dose of my husband, the fucking causing me to shoot my own load over myself between us.
We slept eventually, with me wrapped in his embrace as we spooned together, my butt stretched and full of his cum, and his hand massaging my cum covered stomach, as he nibbled my neck and whispered sweet nothings to my back.
The session with Eli was a turning point. Nothing was said, but somehow we knew we’d been ‘adopted’ as his ‘family’. It became very apparent when my father finally moved to Fenchester and a new job as head of the University security team. The Bogtown Rats organised his move, the renovation and redecoration of the flat he’d bought just off the campus and made sure it was in first class order.
The building was an old one, not old enough to attract a Heritage listing, but a classic of late Edwardian style, originally built as ‘rooms’ for gentlemen of private means — the kind who employed a cook and a valet-butler. It had originally held four such apartments, but this was now two large flats, and four smaller units, one of which, was my father’s. Phoenix Renovators had done an excellent job, and Butch had had plenty of challenges to meet on the structural side.
“This is nice, Dad,” I said, looking round the living room as he joined me. The view of the ‘dreaming spires’ across a park and lazy river was fabulous, and the room itself was comfortable, large enough to entertain several guests, but not so large as to feel overwhelming.
“I was lucky, I think.” He put an arm round my shoulders. “It was pretty damned run down when I bid for it, but I suspect I’ve been the victim of a team of renovators that got very enthusiastic and went a bit beyond contract.”
“What, us?” Butch joined us and slid his arm round my waist. “Phoenix did the job as specified, Stan. I hope you like it.”
“They did a bit more than I remember discussing with their boss, I think, but I’m not complaining.” Releasing me, he asked, “Want something to drink? I’m having a coffee. And you guys can tell me how your jobs are going.”
Leaving us to enjoy the view and make ourselves at home, he went to the kitchen. As soon as we were alone Butch kissed my cheek.
“Actually, we did do some extra in here, but Eli and Dave said Stan wasn’t to know.” He whispered in my ear. “I’ll tell you later.”
“Aha. Up to his old tricks again.” I kissed Butch’s cheek. “Thanks.”
My Dad returned with a tray and three coffee mugs, and we found seats and talked. I told him about my job and the book I was writing, Butch talked about the renovation at the Hall and shared a few of the horror stories they’d uncovered in their work, and Dad, of course, talked about the Security department he was taking over.
“Funny thing,” he told us, “A couple of the guards decided to change jobs soon after I started and began looking into a few things.” He shrugged. “Just as well, actually. Anyway, I’ve found replacements, and things are settling down.” Changing the subject, he talked about the flat and how he was enjoying it.
We returned home to our own flat after a light meal my old man had, in his words, thrown together. You could have fooled me about it being ‘thrown together’. It was great, and the wine, courtesy Eli and Mark, made it fantastic.
Butch was really enjoying his job with Phoenix. It gave him the opportunity to tackle a wider range of engineering questions than he would have been tasked with in a larger practice. Since a lot of Phoenix work involved older buildings and these presented special challenges, the experience was invaluable — and so was the practical knowledge he got working with Dave and his partner, both of them very knowledgable when it came to structural matters.
My own job was ticking along nicely now, and I had a trickle of royalties from Vulcan for my short stories, and my first full novel was well advanced, with Pegasus having offered me a contract to publish it. With both of us still doing the occasional ‘modelling’ for Eli, life couldn’t get any better. We’d considered getting our own house, but put that on hold for now as we both needed to really settle into our careers.
“Dave’s always taking the Mick about me being all theory … well, today I got my own back,” Butch chuckled as he stretched out next to me in bed. “I spotted something he’d missed … someone had taken out a building tie. The iron rods the old builders used to stop walls from moving outwards, and he wanted to remove a wall that’s been inserted and is blocking the reopening of a door the owner wants restored.”
His grin as he rolled toward me, his hand sliding over my skin, told me his discovery had saved them a major problem.
“Let me guess! Taking out the wall would have been dangerous?”
“To right. That wall is holding up the whole facade. Take it away and … we’d have half the house down.” Butch laughed, his fingers playing with my navel. “Lucky I spotted the wall plate under the external render and partly hidden by the new wall. I’d seen a tie and wall plate at the corresponding distance on the other end of the building …”
“So my beloved is the hero — the engineer who prevented catastrophe …” I teased pinching his nipple, a little trick I knew he found arousing. “Should I reward him?”
His mouth met mine and we kissed, taking our time.
“Have I earned one?” He joked, his hand massaging my stomach.
“Yes, my love.” Kissing him again, I moved his hand to my stiffening cock. “The day you persuaded me to pose for Eli … and I’m here for anything you want …”
“Anything?” He teased, then in one quick move was astride me. “Then my dearest, I’m going to have this gorgeous member of yours inside me …”
My mobile rang as I opened the street entrance door to the flat. I recognised the number as I accepted the call.
“Eli! I’ve just got in. What’s up?”
“You’re home? That’s great. Are you free?”
“Soon’s I’ve dumped my bag, I will be. Is the Studio door open? I’ll come down.”
“No bother. I’ll come up, put the kettle on and make some coffee.” Eli rang off.
I raced up the stairs, dumped my bag and had the studio entrance open as he arrived. He smiled as I stood back to admit him, hugged me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
“Job going well?” He asked as I shut the door.
“Couldn’t be better,” I replied. “Butch’s really enjoying working for Dave and the guys.” Laughing as I switched on the electric jug for coffee, I added, “The only snag is we don’t get to wear our uniforms as often to clean our favourite shop.”
“I thought there was something missing.” Eli lounged in the kitchen doorway. “Mark was wondering if you boys would like to come over for a barbecue at the weekend. It’s been a while since you were last over.”
“We’d love to do that. Is it some occasion? Can we bring something?”
“Just yourselves.” He laughed. “In rubber if you like. Mark will be delighted. It’s his birthday.” Accepting the mug of coffee I handed him, he continued, “There’s another modelling job if you want it as well — for both of you.”
“We’ll do it!” Butch said sticking his head round the door. “Hi, Eli, thought I heard your voice as I came in. What do you want us to model.”
“It’s a new item for us. A vertical vacbed.” Eli grinned as Butch pecked his cheek.
“Count us in!” Butch laughed as he hugged me. “I think I’ve seen the system Mike was putting together. It’ll be a blast for anyone in it.”
“When do you want to do it?” I asked.
“We need to get it all set up and safety tested first,” Eli said. “How about Saturday? We can do the shoot and then head out for the house and the barbecue.”
“Sounds good to me.” Grinning, I added, “You said we could wear rubber for that as it’s Mark’s birthday. How erotic should we make it? What would Mark like to have us turn up as?”
Eli hesitated, then grinned. “You know, you’ve given me a great idea.” Putting down his coffee mug, he considered, “How do you boys feel about wearing a catsuit for it? It’ll give him a real buzz.”
Butch looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
“I’d do it,” I nodded. “Yup. We can wear a tracksuit to get there, and shed it at the door.” Butch nodded, and I laughed. “Yes, we’ll do it, Eli. Some fun for Mark … and you if you like.”
