A New Day
The sun woke me and it took a few minutes to remember where I was, and why I was in bed, naked with a cuff attached to my ankle. I felt fabulous. Relaxed, happy and my body seemed to ‘glow’ with a feeling of wellbeing I’d not experienced in a very long time. I could hear Dave downstairs in the kitchen as I slipped out of bed and used the bathroom.
On impulse, I used another of the micro-enemas, washed carefully and injected a good dose of lube, then slipped back into the bed and waited. The chain attached to my ankle meant I couldn’t do much else anyway. So I made myself comfortable and waited for Dave’s return, knowing he would have heard me stirring I guessed it wouldn’t be long, and I was right. He appeared in the doorway carrying a tray-table, like me, naked and with a radiant smile on his face.
“Good morning, gorgeous. I’ve got breakfast for you.” He set the legs and lowered the table, then walked over to me and planted a kiss on my mouth. “Did you sleep well? I know I did.”
“Like a baby, my darling.” I grinned. “Does my Master want to eat first, or give his ‘wife’ another dose of his master’s dominance?”
“What would you like, my love?” His erection told me what he wanted.
“A thorough dose of my master in my manhole … Please?” Turning on my side I made room for him. “I’ve prepared …”
“Then you have it, my love.” He lay down behind me, his erection brushing my butt cheek as he positioned himself.
His ‘head’ touched my opening, and I pressed myself toward him, biting my lip as he pressed himself against my tight muscle. Shutting my eyes, I tried to relax the muscle, and felt him start to penetrate. As before it hurt a little, and then the muscle stretched and he slid inside me.
“Ah. Oooh … yes, love. Yes … oooh, that feels … fill me, my love. Oh gods, you feel so wonderful inside me …”
The warmth of his body, the connection created by his penis inside me, the strength of his embrace as he held me firmly against him, made us a single body, lost in the mutual sensation our coupling created. I felt his deep thrust and the shudder as his seed filled me. His lips found my neck and his kisses increased my feeling of love, of fulfilment, of wellbeing and contentment.
“Don’t let go, my darling,” I whispered. “Hold me … you feel so beautiful … so good …”
“Jim, I’ll never let you go …” He sighed. “My treasure, my love … God, there is no one makes me feel as you do, no one … you make me feel complete …”
We stayed in this embrace for a long time even though his now flaccid penis had slipped free of my opening. We didn’t need words — touch, kisses, body contact was speaking for us. Then he had me turn over so he could enjoy my willing erection and feast on my cum …
The coffee was cold by the time we separated, but the OJ, the muesli and the yogurt went down perfectly. Then Dave made me lie back and handcuffed me to the headboard.
“Making sure I can’t escape, love?” I grinned as he locked the cuffs to my wrists. “The chain not enough to be sure?”
"I told you before. I'm never going to let you go!" Kissing my navel, he grinned, “I’m going to make us some more coffee, you gorgeous hunk.” Kissing me, he grasped my already hardening member, his thumb teasing the sensitive spot just below the slit. “And I want to come back sure that you’re ready to give me another dose of your beautiful cream.” He laughed. “In a special way.”
He was longer making coffee than I expected, and returned with a silly grin on his face, two mugs and a thermos flask.
“I figured we may need to keep the coffee hot for a bit longer …” Putting it all down, he climbed onto the bed, his grin now a smile. “I’ve fucked you … now I want to feel this beautiful piece of you inside me …”
“Like this, love?” I smiled. “I think I’ll be a bit, um, awkward … especially as Ithis is only the second time …”
Straddling me, he smiled, saying softly, “I know, so we’re going to do it carefully.” His hand enclosed my rigid nine inches and he touched his lubed opening with my glans. “You’re the perfect length for this, and I want to see your face as I take you …”
“As you …” Involuntarily my hips pushed upward as he sank down, his sphincter stretching as my ‘head’ entered. This was the first time I’d had my cock inside anyone, male or female, and the sensation as it slipped inside him, was wonderful — even with my arms anchored to the two corners of the bed. I sucked a huge, shuddering breath, fighting to resist an instant ejaculation. “Oh my … Oh Dave, that feels … beautiful, but I think I’m going to …”
“Just stay still, my darling.” He was now seated on my pubic bone, my cock fully inside him, and his balls and magnificent erection resting on my stomach. Blowing me a kiss, he gripped my shoulders and smiled. “You really don’t know how beautiful you are as you lie there, my love. And as for how it feels to have you in my manhole …” He grinned, flexing his butt around my penis, the small movement send the most incredible sensations through me. “I better warn you, we’re going to be doing this a lot …”
Slowly he lifted himself, his opening tightening as my penis moved out, then he sank down again. I tried to form words as he repeated the movement, and couldn’t.
“Like it?” His voice was a soft caress.
“It’s … beautiful …”
“Yes, you are, my love …” Increasing his tempo slowly, his hands pressed my shoulders against the bed as he steadied himself.
Automatically I thrust my hips into him with his movement, his erection now dribbling precum onto my stomach as he rose and descended. He erupted first, a thick stream of his cum arcing up my body and hitting my face. It triggered many own ejaculation … His sphincter tightened as I pushed myself deep, a moan of pure pleasure escaping my cum spatter lips.
“Oh Dave,” I moaned. “That was … beautiful …”
Slowly lowering himself to lie on my stomach and chest, his mouth found mine and he began the most intense kiss we’d yet enjoyed even as my now deflating cock slipped out of him. It was just as well, the coffee was in the thermos. It was some time before we drank it, now holding one another as we sat, side by side on the bed. Neither of us spoke, we both knew there was no need. The contact of our bodies, the frequent kisses, and the caresses of our hands said more than mere words could convey.
It was past midday when we finally shared a shower together.
“I’ll make lunch,” Dave announced with a grin as we emerged from the bathroom. “Now, do I leave you here, or take you down with me so I can enjoy looking at my gorgeous partner while I work?”
“Take me with you, love, I can help you prepare whatever …”
“No you won’t.” He lifted the discarded strait jacket. “Because my dear, you’ll be wearing this!” He held it open. “Arms in, no argument now.”
“Yes, Master.” Obediently I inserted my arms into the sleeves and he fastened the rear zip, did up the securing straps, and fastened my arms across my front.
“And now my favourite part of you, gets to go through its own restraint.” Thanks to my cock being only semi-hardened, he had everything through the ring almost before I realised it, and he had the plug inside me and secured in a single movement. Removing the ankle cuff he stood and grasped my elbow. “Comfortable?”
“Of course, Master, but you feel much better than this plug …”
He laughed, kissed me and steered me downstairs. The rest of Saturday passed in a quiet enjoyment of each other. There wasn’t any presenting need to talk, so we spent it enjoying the physical contact, some exploration — on Dave’s part — of those parts of me not confined or restrained by the strait jacket, and eventually, once I’d been released, my exploring his anatomy.
Sunday saw us both up early.
“Fancy taking a sail today?” I asked. “The tides perfect for it, and so’s the wind.”
“Wearing wetsuits?” Dave’s grin was wicked. “Lead me to it.”
“Wetsuits, yes.” I retorted, my hand finding his penis. “Got to keep this bit of you nice a warm … the cold water can cause shrinkage …”
“Don’t remind me!” Fondling my cock, he kissed my cheek. “It’s a while since I sailed, love, so you’ll have to remind me of all the finer points — and tell me what’s where on your boat, since I’ve not seen it.”
“Don’t worry, it’s no great big ocean racer.” Returning the kiss, I said, “Just a twenty-four footer. You’ll get the hang of her very quickly.”
My boat, named ‘Shanty’, is a small ‘day boat’. Single mast, Bermuda rigged with a small cabin under the foredeck and a cabin sole. She has twin bilge keels and is fun to sail, not a racing craft by any means, and I like her because I can manage her on my own. Dave packed some food for lunch and we set off in my car an hour — and breakfast — later.
Taking our time, we cleaned the gull mess off the deck where the cover over the boom and cockpit, cabin sole didn’t cover it, rigged the sails, and slipped gently out of the sheltered bight. The wind remained light, just enough to give us a leisurely sail out into the bay. The wetsuits were a bit warmer than we needed, but that was soon sorted by anchoring in a sheltered spot behind a headland and taking a swim.
We arrived home late in the afternoon, relaxed, tired, a little sunburned on our faces, showered and applied after sun cream liberally to each other.
“Thanks for a super day and a wonderful sail, Jim.” Dave’s arms wrapped round my waist as I made us a light supper. “Perfect way to celebrate our relationship getting more formal.”
We were both wearing just loose jogging shorts, so his hardening member was pressing into my butt. That set mine off …
“Feels like someone wants a ‘starter’ to supper …” I turned my head as he nibbled my neck, his hand slipping under the waist band of my shorts to grasp my now stiff penis.
“You catch on fast …” he murmured, his teeth biting gently on my ear lobe.
“Lucky I put some lube in then …” I grinned, my hands on his and pushing my butt against his erection.
Our shorts hit the floor almost simultaneously and we made love right there.
