Sitting up in bed against the large cushions and pillows, Max studied the painting of himself and Leo making love on the sofa in Leo’s old flat-cum-studio, and smiled. He loved these rainy Saturday’s with no need to rush to get up to Chambers, and Leo always spoiled him, by letting him laze in bed, bringing him his morning coffee in their kingsized bed. This morning he planned to make even more special, and had prepared himself.
Their bond had strengthened since Bavaria, and been reinforced by a weekend in Normandy. The time needed to get the house renovated, modernised, and then refurnished in parts to their liking, had given them many opportunities to explore their taste in all manner of things, and, of course, to explore all things sexual. Max discovered his submissive side, and liked to submit completely to Leo’s control, though sometimes they switched even in this. Intuitively they knew what they each wanted in making love, and today he needed Leo to take total control.
They were now well settled into the house in Epsom — the renovation and the conversion of the small ‘barn’ into a studio for Leo, complete. It had taken longer than anticipated, but been worth the wait. He peeled back the duvet as Leo returned with their coffee and accepted the offered mug, placing it on the nightstand.
“Mmm, someone looks as if he’s ready for round two …” he teased as his naked lover made to join him in bed, his beautiful penis semi-hard. Max hoped Leo wanted to make love again as much as he did, and had prepared himself carefully for what he hoped Leo would like. Embracing him as he took his position beside him, Max, drew Leo into a tender kiss, “Husband, you wife needs to have his husband inside him …” The kiss lingered. “His pussy hasn’t been filled with your gorgeous member since …”
“Last week, you sexy thing,” whispered Leo, returning the embrace. Since their move to the new house, Max had become more relaxed, more adventurous, and he loved it. Their mouths met and their tongues entwined as Leo’s hand found Max’s erection and gently fondled it.
Taking their time, they enjoyed the contact, the petting and the foreplay, then Max carefully positioned himself on his back, pushing a fat pillow under his hips. Pulling Leo on top of him, he smiled, “I’m ready for you, husband … your wife needs a good fucking … make him happy and fill him with yourself …”
Leo positioned himself carefully between the raised legs and pressed his hard member to his lover’s entrance. Max had prepared himself carefully, lubricating his opening well. He smiled as his muscle parted, arched his back against the thrust and locked his legs over his lover’s back.
“Oh god …” Max gasped. “You feel sooooo … Oh, my love, you feel … wonderful.” He gave a watery smile as Leo sank himself fully into his warm butt. “You’re absolutely beautiful my love, and you look soooo gorgeous above me like this …”
“You’re wrong, my love.” Leo leaned down very carefully so he could kiss Max’s forehead. “I have the most beautiful man in the world in my eyes — and as for how it feels to be doing this with him …” Slowly he began to thrust his hips, watching the expression on Max’s face as it slowly changed from happiness to ecstasy. Between them, Max’s member jerked and a long stream of his cum shot across his chest and splashed his face. A second ejaculation followed as Leo thrust himself hard into Max’s welcoming body and shuddered as his own cum erupted deep inside his lover.
The coffee was forgotten as they lay wrapped in their embrace, murmuring sweet nothings and kissing. Leo licked his lover’s cum from his abdomen and face, then wrapped him in a tight embrace. The coffee was cold by the time they separated and showered together. Once more in the bedroom, Leo asked, “What would you like to do today, love?”
“I’m feeling adventurous …” Max glanced at the window with the rain streaming down it. “Would you like to put me into our bondage suit …” Moving close to Leo, he put his hands on his lover’s chest. “Enjoy using me as your sub …?” Pecking his lover’s cheek he grinned. “I need to feel powerless and controlled … it’s been one of those weeks …”
“I understand, love.” Kissing Max gently, his hands on his lover’s hips, Leo squeezed gently. “Get the suit out and I’ll dress you.” Pinching his lover’s prominent nipple, he smiled. “Are you surrendering full control for the day?”
“Yes, my love …”Max returned the kiss. “Full control.”
Max flexed his arms, revelling in the feeling of helplessness at the constraint imposed by the tight leather. With his hands encased in the restricting leather mitts, he couldn’t use them even though his arms were, for now, unrestrained. The plug in his anus, secured by the under strap securing the heavy codpiece that contained his genitals, meant control of his sex was now in the hands of Leo, and the gag in his mouth, now firmly attached to the hood encasing his head, denied him the ability to speak or protest.
Following Leo down the stairs, Max felt the tensions of the week, the frustrations that attended trying to extract the truth from witnesses trying to evade perjuring themselves, ebbed slowly from his system.
“Go to the library, love.” Leo turned to face him at the foot of the stairs. “And face the window. You are to look directly ahead, no looking at anything except the window. I’ll tell you when you can turn around.”
Max moved obediently to the small ‘library’, experiencing a moment of amusement as he imagined what the late Sir Jonathon would say if he could see him like this. The old man’s study was now his, though it was now furnished with a small desk on which he could use his laptop, a pair of comfortable leather armchairs facing each other on either side of the fireplace. The window was bracketed by shelves of books, most of them case law, but now supplemented by books on art and great artists from Leo’s collection and some he’d inherited from his aunt. Rain beat against the window as he stopped in front of it and waited now for Leo.
He heard Leo enter, and tried to hear what he was doing behind him, his hearing slightly reduced by the leather hood. The noises were unfamiliar and he couldn’t make it out. Then Leo was behind him, his hands on his leather encased lover’s hips.
“Ready for your first torment, love?”
Max nodded and grunted through his tube gag and the dildo filling it.
“Then turn around slowly and look above the fireplace.”
Leo turned with him, his hands firm on Max’s hips as he moved. Above the fireplace a framed canvas hung. It depicted a single figure seated on a rocky outcrop, one foot dangled in the water of a stream, the other on the rock, one arm held the raised knee, the other rested on the stone beside him, his naked torso and erection on full display. The backdrop of ferns and trees, with a glimpse of a small waterfall made the figure stand out. Max sucked hard on the gag. There was no doubting who the subject was — himself.
“Like it, beloved?” Leo’s voice was soft in his ear.
Unable to speak, Max turned to face his lover-master and with a sigh, knelt, touched his gag to Leo’s codpiece, and raised his leather masked face to Leo’s as he put his arms round Leo’s knees and hugged. The tensions of the week drained from him as Leo lifted him to his feet and wrapped him in a loving embrace.
“Good.” Holding him close, Leo grinned, because now, my beloved, you’re going to come down to the cellar with me and I am going to enjoy putting my gorgeous leather bound slave in the total restraint I have prepared for him.”
The cellar had been transformed. It had been painted white, thoroughly cleaned and turned into a small gym, but there was one curious piece of furniture now in the space. Resembling a gynaecological examination couch, it was solid, and boasted heavy straps at key positions. It was mounted between two large loops of shiny steel, these attached to the floor by heavy bolts. The sitter’s position could be adjusted from semi-reclining to full recline, and, Max quickly realised, could be inverted so the occupier would be suspended face down.
“Ready to test drive our new toy, love?” Leo led him to the device. “Turn around and I’ll help you sit.” He chuckled. “This seems like a good time to see if it performs as intended.”
Max turned and prepared to take the ‘seat’, the plug in his butt making it’s presence felt.
“Total submission?” Leo asked.
Max nodded.
“Then here we go …” Leo guided his partner into the seat, raised his legs into the raised and spread cradles, and fastened the heavy straps over them, then fastened a wide strap over his abdomen, then a pair over his shoulders that secured his upper torso firmly, and finally secured his arms in the cradles to his sides. “That’s better.” Laughing, Leo began to remove Max’s codpiece. “Earlier, slave, you allowed yourself to cum without permission while your Master fucked you. Now I will enjoy feasting on your unruly organ, and then milk you while I pleasure myself in your mouth and your pussy … again.”
Helpless now, Max grunted agreement. Leo was a true artist when it came to their sexual games. His cock sprang out fully erect but still hardening as Leo freed the codpiece. Without a word, Leo bent and began to enjoy his helpless partner’s member and Max surrendered to the exquisite pleasure Leo always induced in his organ.
Leo had introduced Max to a world of pleasure and intimacy he had never known, where their desires intertwined and found expression in ways both tender and thrilling. In Leo’s arms, Max discovered a freedom he always yearned for, a space where he could explore every facet of his identity without fear or judgment. In surrendering control of his sex and his desires to Leo like this he was shedding the pain, the hurt and the lack of parental attention that had dogged his childhood and developing years, and embracing a new, and different, self. As Leo worked, gently, lovingly, playfully and with such tenderness, he let himself drift, no longer the King’s Counsel, the serious legal expert, the defence counsel, but Max, the Gay lover and partner of Leo, the supremely talented artist and lover …
It was a dance of contrasts, the structured and the wild, the known and the unknown. His life, once a rigid symphony, transformed, in Leo’s hands, into a jazz improvisation, filled with unexpected notes and rhythms. With Leo, he had learned to embrace his desires, to see them not as fetishes to be hidden but as beautiful parts of himself to be celebrated.
In Leo, he’d found not just a lover, but a partner who challenged and inspired him to break free from his self-imposed constraints. Together, they created a harmony that was uniquely their own, a testament to the power of love and the beauty of embracing one’s true self.
“Fancy a trip to Bavaria, love?” Max asked as he sat in Leo’s studio. Outside the rain dripped from the trees and trickled down the tall windows as Max posed naked while Leo worked on painting him.
“Is the Pope a Catholic?” Leo shot back. “What’s Spring like at the chalet? Won’t Gretchen have guests in the chalet?” Standing back he studied his subject, then turned a critical eye on the canvas he was painting. “I think that’s it for today, my beautiful man.”
“Thanks.” Max unfolded himself from the pose and stood. “Am I allowed to see what mythological scene I’m now part of?” It said a lot that he now felt completely comfortable being naked in Leo’s company. “Spring at Walchensee is beautiful, but can be a real mix, sunshine, rain, snow, frosty mornings …” He laughed. “Not great for posing naked at the stream.” Pulling on his tracksuit bottoms, he continued, “I’ll arrange some dates and you can pick the most convenient for your appointments.”
“No problem, love. Sort out some dates and I’ll be packed and ready.” Leo laughed and stood aside to allow Max to see the painting. “Like it? I’m calling it ‘Woodland Guardian’ for now,” Tilting his head to one side, he paused, “Though maybe ‘Woodland Sentinel’ would be more appropriate.”
The canvas was a large one and twice as wide as it was high. It was a long way from being finished, but the background was well advanced and once his ‘character’ was finished, the detailed work would follow. Max took in the details of the figure he had modelled for. The face was now bearded, with small antlers on his head, his masculinity on display against a woodland scene in which deer grazed, a badger peaked from beneath a bush and a fox foraged on the far side of the scene. Subtle changes to the face of the figure meant it was no longer his face in the painting, but other details were recognisable.
“Like it?” Leo asked. “It’s a long way to go yet …”
“Love it, my darling,” Max replied wrapping his arms round Leo’s waist from behind. “I see you’ve given him a foreskin. Mine was removed at birth I think. My mother insisted, apparently …”
“I’m glad.” Leo’s hands gripped his lover’s arms, holding him firmly. “Makes us even. Did you get stick at school for it? I certainly did.”
“I did.” Max tightened his hold, his hands easing downward until they covered Leo’s crotch. “Made me very sensitive about who saw me naked … but, do you know, I’m glad we’re the same …” His hands felt the hardening member. “Mmm, feels like someone needs a little fun …”
Turning in his lover’s arms, Leo kissed him. “You’re irresistible …”
Their clothing discarded, Leo submitted to Max’s hunger, the couch he kept in the studio providing a comfortable place for their love making …
Note for Readers: This is as far as this story has been written. I have outlines for further 'chapters' for this story, unfortunately I have other demands on both writing and time at present, so hope to continue it later. My thanks to all those who have read and enjoyed it to this point, and for the fabulous ratings.
