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The strait jacket felt wonderful. Comforting even, as I lay on my back and watched my lover kneel between my raised legs, his erection glistening with lube as he carefully positioned himself. His gorgeous ‘head’ touched my opening, sending a shiver through me and I smiled …
“Thank you, my love …” I bit my lip as he pressed against my tight muscle. “Mmmm …” I moaned as the muscle slowly parted and he began to slide into me. “Oh! Oooh, yes … Oh lord … you feel sooo … good.” My legs hooked over his neck and shoulders as he went fully ‘home’ and stopped, smiling down at me with his hands on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed. Tears pricked my eyes as I met his gaze, and I sobbed, “I love you more then anything …”
“And I love you, Jim … I told you the first time … I’m never going to let you go.” Kissing my legs, he smiled. “No tears now, my love, you’re safe, and you’re mine just as I’m yours. Tonight we’re going to make love, and tomorrow we’re going to go sailing if you want to, or stay right here and do this again — if that’s what you want to do …”
I cried a flood as he filled me with his cum, and when he’d withdrawn, rolled me on my side, spooned me in my strait jacket and gradually soothed me to sleep. It had been an exhausting week, ending with a very difficult afternoon, but now I was safe, secure in my lover’s arms. Surprisingly I slept very well and awoke alone on the bed, still in the strait jacket, but now with the ankle cuff and its chain once more confining me to the bedroom.
Grinning I made it to the bathroom and then back to the bed as Dave returned, a tray loaded with croissants, coffee, some fruit and ‘fixings’ in his hands, a bright smile on his face, and gorgeous erection on display.
“What do you fancy first, my love? A dose of cum, or coffee?”
“You need to ask, doctor? Do I get an injection again, or can I have it by mouth?”
“By mouth, I think, because I need a dose of you as well.” Putting down the tray, he positioned me, straddled my head and guided his erection into my mouth, then lowered himself and took mine into his. He was in total control and though I was on a hair trigger, managed to make me hold out until his cum filled my mouth and throat.
When we’d both recovered, he propped me up on pillows and seated himself beside me. I laughed when he held up a drinking mug with a spout to my lips.
“Does this mean I don’t get out of this jacket for breakfast?”
“You catch on fast, as always.” He held the spout to my mouth and I sucked the coffee. “In fact, doctor’s orders, you’re staying like that for the day. You need an increased dose of my special medication to make sure you are cured of any doubt that you are my gorgeous Gay lover. My beloved partner …” His kiss was gentle, prolonged and cheeky as his tongue explored my lips. “I told you the first time you spent a night in this bed. We’re partners, lovers, we share everything from now on.” He grinned wickedly. “And I’m never going to let you go!”
Breakfast was fed to me interspersed with kisses, teasing and a lot of love. He was serious about the jacket. In fact he emphasised the point by fitting padlocks to every buckle while I laughed. After all, I certainly couldn’t object or resist. Nor would he release me when ‘nature demanded’ a little later.
“Nope. I meant it when I said you’re staying like this.” Helping me up, he kissed me and grinned. “Trust me? You don’t really have a choice …”
I didn’t have a choice. It was embarrassing, and it could have been humiliating, but Dave turned it into a loving and caring action, took me back to bed, and gave me the most beautiful and relaxing morning. Wrapped in my strait jacket, and wrapped in his arms I could feel all my frustration, all my fears, and all the heartbreak of my teens and my life ‘Before Dave’ draining away.
Lunch followed the same pattern as breakfast, and the afternoon, relaxed in Dave’s arm, dozing and talking. It was late afternoon, when he woke me from a doze, and began unlocking the buckles.
“Time you came out of that jacket, love,” he said. “You’ve been in it now for almost a full day. Your arms must be pretty numb. The immobility will have affected your circulation.”
“You’re right.” Returning a kiss, I nodded. “They are pretty numb. My hands feel a bit swollen actually.” Letting him unbuckle the thing, I moved my arms and shook my hands. I’ve almost no feeling in my arms and hands now.”
Opening the rear zip he eased the jacket off me.
“Hmm, looks like you need a massage on them. I should have thought of this — it’s not a good idea to go too long in a jacket like this one. A bit too restrictive.” Pulling up a stool from the bathroom, he ordered, “Sit here. And do some gentle movements. I’ll fetch some massaging oil.”
Seating myself I followed his instruction, and he returned a few minutes later with a bottle of massaging oil, rubbed some on my right arm, and began to give me a fantastic massage. Half an hour and both arms later, we showered — with me still attached to the chain firmly anchored to the bedroom.
“How do you feel now love?” Dave’s question was accompanied by a kiss on my neck, as he embraced me from behind.
“Don’t laugh, but I feel … loved, pampered, spoiled …” Turning my face to his, I managed to kiss his cheek. “Thank you for a wonderful day, my love. It’s been wonderful.” Slipping my hand between us, I found his hardening cock. “If you’d like, my darling …”
“Then what are we waiting for?” He murmured, nibbling my ear. “Sixty-nine so we can both get a dose of the medicine?”
On auto we positioned ourselves, and I took my lover’s gorgeous cock into my mouth for a long, loving, and truly beautiful lovemaking. Neither of us was in a hurry, and neither of us felt a need to rush anything. I worked my tongue, my lips and, yes, my teeth, to give his manhood the most erotic loving I could, and he did the same to me. Without even trying to do so, we came within seconds of each other, spurting our cum into each other’s willing mouths. Then, sated and our cocks now softening, we repositioned ourselves, embraced and settled into a deep and loving kiss …
The sunset got Dave up.
“I’m peckish,” he announced. “How about you?”
“Same.” I grinned. “I’d go and make us something to eat if I wasn’t still chained to this room and bed …”
Dave laughed, playfully fondling my relaxed cock.
“Release you and let this gorgeous body escape?” Kissing my nipple, he smiled. “It’s taken me years to get you to share my life, a home with me, and a bed … If I release you, what guarantee do I have you won’t do a runner while free?”
“None, I guess … you could trust me.” Kissing his hand, I laughed, “Or I could voluntarily let you lock a hobble chain on my ankles as a token I won’t try to run away from the man who’s taught me more, and shown me more love, in the last three months than I’d have believed possible …”
“You …” His hug was firm, and felt good. The kiss was better. “You’ve convinced me … I’ll find a good bottle of wine and we can celebrate over supper …”
He unlocked and removed the ankle cuff and helped me up. Pulling on a pair of sweat pants and a teeshirt, I hesitated. Then dug into the ‘toy’ closet, and handed him the ankle hobble.
“Put this on me, love.” I grinned. “Just let me get these sweat pants on …”
He let me get the pants on, secured the cuffs, stood and kissed me.
“Feel better? More secure?”
“More ‘possessed’ I think.” Kissing him I shuffled my way to the stairs. “Give me about half an hour, and I’ll have supper on the table for you.”
In the kitchen after an interesting descent of the stairs, I set to work and made a thick vegetable soup, a sort of borsht, baked some frozen baguettes to have fresh bread and laid the table with all the necessary butter, cheeses, some cold salami and some cream to add to the soup. Dave joined me as I prepared to bring to tureen to the table. He’d pulled on a pair of sweat pants and a top, and evidently showered. Grinning, he took the tureen from me.
“I’ll take that. Don’t want to risk you tripping with that hobble. Get yourself to a seat and I’ll bring this. Pour the wine if you like, the bottle is open and ready to drink …”
Savouring the borscht soup he grinned. “You’re a hell of a lot more than just a pretty face and bod. Much, much more! This is fantastic. Did I tell you I was never, ever, going to let you go?”
“You’ve mentioned it once or twice …” I laughed. “I’m glad you like it. It’s not the real deal, but the best I could do with what we’ve got in the freezer and the pantry.”
“It’s better than I could have achieved.” He raised his glass. “Infinitely better.” Clinking his glass to mine, he added, “Here’s to you, and to us, my love. Here’s to our future together.”
“To us, Dave. And thank you for persuading me to wear that fantastic suit that first night we spent together. It kicked off a load of shit, but it broke down all the barriers, made me accept who I am, exposed a shitload of awful stuff that’s been lurking … and given me, my uncles, and my mother closure on my dad’s suicide.”
“Good. Oh, and no thanks necessary, my love.” Raising his glass again, he said, “Here’s to your Dad. He’d be proud of you, and you should be of him. We’ve got the freedom to be who we are thanks to him and others like him.” He smiled gently, and touch my hand. “And I’ve got you …”
Not trusting my voice, I simply raised my glass in salute and sipped the wine. It steadied me and it really was a good one. The meal went down well and our conversation remained lighthearted. Before we knew it the soup, the baguettes and everything I’d put out was eaten and the wine empty.
“Stay where you are, love.” Dave shoved his chair back. “Or better still — go and get comfortable on the sofa. I’ll load the dishwasher and fetch another bottle of wine.”
“I can help clear up,” I replied, standing. “Only my legs are restricted … my arms are still free.”
“That can be corrected,” he retorted with a mock frown. “To the sofa with you.”
“Yes, sir.” Laughing I shuffled myself to the living room and settled in my favourite position. I could hear him clearing the table and loading the dishwasher. Finding my favourite music channel, I selected a playlist and set it to play, the volume turned low enough for conversation and waited. I didn’t have long to wait.
“Here you go.” Sliding into the seat beside me, Dave handed me a glass of the same wine we’d had at supper and joined me on the sofa. “Here’s to us.”
“Fancy a sail tomorrow?” I asked. “The weather forecast looks and sounds good, and the tide will be just right for a morning sailing.”
“Great idea,” he replied. “We need some activity, and you need a little more exercise than your chain allows …” Grinning wickedly, he added, “And I get to enjoy watching you in that gorgeous wetsuit …”
It set the tone for the evening, a playful, gently teasing and very restful time spent simply enjoying each other’s company. Our playful enjoyment of each other relaxed us both and gradually became a gentle lovemaking on the sofa. My teeshirt joined his, and the hobble set, on the floor as we kissed and caressed our way to that ultimate prize, and enjoyed each other’s erections. It continued even when we went up to bed, eventually falling asleep spooned together.
The tide was perfect as we launched the boat. The breeze enough to make for interesting sailing, cool, but not cold and the sun not yet ‘beating down’. Dave in a wetsuit is a gorgeous sight, and he lost no opportunity to comment on mine. I don’t wear anything under it and it is a ‘snug’ fit. As we cleared the bight where the yacht is kept, the water got a little more lively as is always the case on a ‘making’ tide in the main channel. With a long ‘beat’ to make to windward we could settle on the cockpit benches and let the ‘Shanty’ strut her stuff.
“You know,” Dave grinned. “Has anyone told you how sexy you look in that wetsuit?”
“Not lately.” I retorted. “Like the view?”
“Love it.” Laughing, he touched the tip of my penis through the neoprene. “It shows off my favourite person to perfection.”
“Oh sir!” I replied with mock coyness. “If you touch me so intimately I might need restraint.”
“Ah, shall I clap you in irons? That could make sailing us tricky — perhaps I should wait until we’re ashore …” His laugh was infectious.
The rest of the day passed in lighthearted banter, jokes, and not a little gentle affection whenever the boat permitted a moment’s inattention. Lunch afloat went well, sandwiches and cold meat, cheese and boiled eggs with some salad veg, washed down with some beers made the day perfect.
The tide had started to turn when we started back. It made the sailing lively, but now with the wind on our quarter it was an easy reach.
“I could get used to this,” Dave joked, relaxing as he lounged laying on the weather deck, the wetsuit showing off his physique to perfection. “I know it can be damned hard work — but today’s been just perfect, I can’t remember when I’ve had so much fun doing very little.”
“We’ve had the perfect conditions for it,” I agreed. “Apart from when the crew forgot which way to steer …”
Earlier Dave had ‘pointed’ too high and put Shanty briefly ‘in irons’. We’d recovered quickly and had a good laugh — especially when he’d blamed his mistake on his being ‘distracted’ by the sexy display of his companion …
We returned to the club, manoeuvred Shanty onto her cradle — tricky with the twin keels — hauled her out and had a swim. The sun was low in the sky when we finally headed home after washing down the boat, stowing all her sails, and securing the covers.
We were both very relaxed, pleasantly tired and ate a light supper, poured more wine and settled on the sofa. There wasn’t a need to talk so we simply enjoyed the close contact, some music and a little reprise of work, the sail and some petting and kissing. When the wine had been consumed, we made our way upstairs to bed, undressed each other and curled up in bed. Like the days activity, our lovemaking was gentle, slow and very, very satisfying. There can be few experiences more beautiful than having your lover empty your balls with his mouth, and then his filling your manhole with a really good dose of his cum …
With our very different occupations there were plenty of challenges, but our domestic life very quickly settled into a comfortable pattern. Dave was very definitely the Top, and I loved it. Our love of rubber remains one of our anchors, and his way of suggesting a weekend of play is ahead, is to set our the chain and my ankle cuff in our bedroom. As he’s almost always home before I am on a Friday …
The practice has grown as well — and we have taken on a forensic role. This involves examining bank statements, credit card statements and sometimes the books of a firm for the police. Dave has moved up in the Forensic Section as well, now leading a team that manages crime scenes, and our sexual games are very much a relief to the stresses our work brings.
“Did you have a call from your mother?” Dave asked as I lay on my back in bed. Propped on his elbow beside me, he caressed my bare stomach beneath the duvet.
“Yes.” The call had gone longer than I’d expected. “She’s happily retired, making new friends and rebuilding her life.” I grinned. “I still get angry about … but she’s broken with that damned ‘Pastor’. Wish I’d been there. Told him to go fuck himself, in front of the Church Board and that she knew about some of his little side excursions. Damn near caused a riot, especially when she presented them with the evidence.”
“Glad you’re feeling a bit more comfortable about her, Jim.” His kiss steadied me and I put my arms round him.
“Owe you so much, my love,” I told him. “It was bloody awful having the row with her … and then all the crap that came out of it … and you kept me sane I think.” Moving my leg out of the bed I showed off the cuff and laughed. “Chained me to your bed and fucked some sense into me …”
“Any regrets, love?”
“None, my gorgeous Master. None at all!” Sliding my hand down his stomach I found his still semi-tumescent member and fondled it gently. “And anytime you want me to wear that fantastic suit again for our friends …” Kissing his nose, I finished, “Just say so.”
“Good,” teased, holding up a heavy set of handcuffs. “Because I’m never, ever, going to let you go …”
