Max woke early, immediately conscious of two things, his erection, and being held by Leo spooned into his back. His lover’s erection pressed against his butt.
“Awake, my darling?” Leo whispered, in his ear, his lips kissing his lover’s ear.
“Mmm, and wondering what to do with this beautifully rigid part of you pressed into my butt …” Max sighed. “I want to wake up like this every morning in future, my love …”
Leo’s hand grasped Max’s erection, and he nibbled his lover’s earlobe.
“So do I, my darling.” Leo murmured. “But, before I get too distracted again … I have something to give you …”
“In addition to your …” Max began as Leo slipped out of bed, and he rolled onto his back to admire Leo’s naked body, his erection stiff and proud as he bent to lift the wrapped frame he’d placed in the bedroom. “What more …” He stopped, his breath catching in his throat as Leo held up the painting. “Leo … that’s beautiful … it’s stunning … Oh God, I’m going to cry … Come here, my beautiful man …” Throwing aside the duvet, Max stood, took the painting of himself and Leo entwined on the sofa, and laid it carefully against the wall, then wrapped his arms and himself around Leo, their erections pressed to each other as they embraced, their mouths locked in a kiss that said far more than words could ever express.
Their initial passion easing, Max dropped to his knees and had Leo’s erection in his mouth before Leo could respond, and when he’d brought his lover to a climax, Leo lifted him, laid him on the bed, and reciprocated. For a long time they lay in each other’s arms, relishing the physical contact, saying nothing as they explored each other with their mouths.
Eventually Max stood and went to make coffee and breakfast, returning with this on a tray, to find that Leo had removed the modernist work he’d had on his wall, replacing it with the new painting of themselves. Putting the tray on the tallboy, he studied it, then turned to admire his naked lover lounging on the bed.
“It’s beautiful.” He grinned, his erection rising. “But there’s nothing to beat the vision of the gorgeous man displaying himself so invitingly on our bed.” Moving quickly, he straddled his lovers thighs and gripped Leo’s erection, holding his own in the same hand so the two rigid members were in tight contact. “Leo, my darling, thank you for everything you’ve done for me since …”
Laughing, Leo reached for something on the nightstand, and held it out for Max.
“Do something totally crazy with me, Max. Put this on our cocks. It’s a double cock harness …” He grinned. “Joined at the cock …”
Fitting the five strap harness to Leo’s erect shaft was easy, and so was fastening the tight strap round the neck of his scrotum. Fitting the other half to himself was a little trickier and meant having them both stand. With their erections now strapped firmly to each other, they stood face to face their arms round each other’s waists. Their mouths met in a long and tender kiss.
“And now, my darling, Max.” Leo grinned. “I pronounce us husband and husband.” The kiss this time was loving. With a sigh, they separated their mouths, and Leo continued, “Want to enjoy that breakfast now you beautiful man?”
“Yes, but I don’t want to be released from you either.” Max responded. “If we move carefully, do you think we can take the tray to the living room and kneel like this to eat it?”
“Let’s give it a try!”
It wasn’t easy, but they managed to move, as Leo said, like a dyslexic crab, the tray held to one side between them until they reached the living room, then, the tray now on the coffee table, they could kneel facing each other and enjoy the discomfort, the contact, and the food. Then they released each other gently, and made love on the Axminster carpet.
Wednesday morning saw Max up early. A quick phone call to Leo as he drank his coffee strengthened his determination to push through with his expected confrontation with the Head of Chambers and he returned to the bedroom to shower and dress, blowing a kiss to Leo in the painting opposite the bed as he shed his silk shorts, and headed to the bathroom.
Under the shower he’d rehearsed his presentation to Mr Popham, and polished it as he completed his toilette. Studying himself in the full length mirror as he tied his tie, he said to his reflection, “Yes! That’s the start.” Grinning, he dressed, then brushed his hair into its customary neatly swept style. “Time I took a holiday. I think Leo will love the cottage in Bavaria … and I’ll break it to Chambers just before we go.”
The interview with Mr Popham did not go quite as Max expected.
“I’ve been expecting something like this, Mr Fennister.” The Head of Chambers steepled his fingers, a habit Max found intimidating as it was gesture his father had used. “I cannot say I approve of such liaisons, but society takes a different view to that of my youth.” He remained silent, watching Max. An old ‘court trick’ with a witness. An attempt to lure him into an unguarded response. On this occasion it failed, Max employed this same trick on witnesses and remained silent, though it was a struggle. Slowly the older man smiled. “I believe we can rely on your being discrete, Max.” He nodded. “Your father would, I think, have taken a different view.”
“He would,” Max agreed. “But it wouldn’t change my decision. I simply cannot change the fact I am not attracted to members of the opposite sex, and nor can I pretend I don’t love the man I wish to take as my life’s partner.”
“As Head of Chambers, I accept that, however, I must caution you that some clients may not. It behoves me to tell you that there must be no possibility of scandal that might reflect on these Chambers.” Mr Popham paused again, his steepled fingers still before him. “I believe your proposed — partner — is the artist and photographer, Leonides Turner.”
“He is.” Max wondered how, and what, the older man knew. He’d not mentioned Leo’s name to anyone except the Clerk of Chambers on when he’d taken Leo to lunch after the exhibition.
“A fine artist, and a very popular photographer among some society figures.” Pausing, Mr Popham watched him. “You should be aware that he began his career in that field providing pictures for several publications that cater for fashion interests.” Hesitating, he frowned, “And a supplier of, shall we say, erotic equipment.”
“I was aware of that. We have no secrets between us.” Despite himself, Max smiled. So, as always when preparing for a case, Mr Popham had done, or commissioned, a very thorough background check. How much did the older man know? Clearly the older man wasn’t going to reveal that information.
“Always a wise decision in a relationship.” Nodding, Mr Popham lowered his hands, folding them on his desk. “Your parents took the same view, but chose a different path in their relationships. I ask only that you take care to avoid any scandal that might reflect on your career and, of course, impact on Chambers.” Watching Max’s reaction, the older man rose. “I congratulate you, Max. I trust you will be very happy with Mr Turner in the future.”
Stunned, Max recovered swiftly as he rose and accepted the extended hand. “Thank you, Mr Popham.” He hesitated. “One more thing. I want to take some time off. I had in mind going to that chalet I own in the Bavarian alps with Mr Turner …”
“Of course.” Mr Popham smiled. “Give the Clerk the dates, and enjoy yourselves.”
Back in his office, Max sent a very brief What’sApp to Leo, then set about trying to find a date he could conveniently take leave. He was about to book these when he stopped. “Damn. Leo might not find those convenient!”
Quickly he typed another What’sApp to his lover, asking if Leo could join him for a short holiday in Germany over these dates … He’d barely sent it when Leo’s reply to his first arrived.
“The champagne’s chilling, your special suit awaits you … My place at six?” A row of ‘kiss’ emojis followed.
Max couldn’t stop his laugh. Grinning from ear to ear, he replied, “Six it is.” With a double row of kiss emojis to follow.
Seconds later, Leo’s response to his holiday suggestion appeared. “No problem with your holiday dates. Talk tonight!” Followed by a row of heart emojis.
Max replied with a row of hearts and then of kiss emojis.
Feeling like a teenager, he walked to the Clerk’s office and handed her his note with the dates he wished to take as a holiday.
“Certainly, Mr Fennister,” The Clerk smiled. “Are congratulations in order?”
For a moment Max froze, then he smiled. “Thank you. Yes, is it so obvious?”
“We’ve all noticed a change, Mr Fennister.” She smiled. “Is it Mr Turner?”
“How’d …?” His surprise showed, then he laughed. “Oh dear. Does everyone know?”
“No, Mr Fennister,” the clerk’s response was accompanied by a smile. “However, I recall your booking a meeting with him, from which you returned looking very relaxed and happy, and we’ve all noticed that you’ve been far more relaxed recently.” Her smile widened. “Do you plan to make a formal announcement to the staff? I would advise a brief note to circulate. I could draft it for you if you wish.”
Max let himself into Leo’s staircase at exactly two minutes to six, a suit bag and an overnight bag in his hand. He’d been home and changed into a leather thong, light slacks and a casual shirt with just a Barbour jacket over it. Leo met him at the top of the stairs wearing the same thigh length Doc Martins, leather Bermuda style shorts sporting a large codpiece, a chest harness and a hood that left the lower half of his face open he’d worn on the first occasion they’d ‘played’.
Without a word he relieved Max of the bags and draped the suit bag over the back of a chair, then as Max dropped his Barbour, wrapped him in his arms and gave him the most demanding and dominating kiss Max had ever experienced. Words were unnecessary as Max let Leo strip him to his thong, and remained unnecessary as Max submitted to being ‘dressed’ in the tight bondage suit. As Leo began to fit the codpiece, Max stopped him.
“Leo, my love, you said there was a plug that could be attached to this strap? And a gag that goes with this hood?”
“There is …” Leo hesitated. “You want to try them?”
“Yes.” Max raised his mitt encased hands. “Tonight, my love, I’m yours, completely — more so than I gave the first time you had me in this suit.” Leaning close to his lover, he kissed his cheek. “Tonight I want to to have complete and total control of my body. Plug my butt and gag me, my love, and make me yours …”
“Have you ever …?” Leo began, then remembered his lover’s sharing his school experience. “Okay. This is a bit different to having … but it stimulates you in ways that are … fantastic.” Indicating a number of gags, Leo laughed. “Choose a gag from those while I attach the plug to this strap. They’re all designed for use with that hood.”
Max studied the array, and chose the open mouth pipe gag he’d worn once before. “This one, my love.” He smiled. “Then you can ‘feed’ me …”
“I like the option, love.” Leo moved him into position to insert the plug. “Ready? Here it comes …”
Max bit his lip, the memory of his first experience of anal sex springing to mind as the tapered tip of the plug touched his opening. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth as Leo very gently and slowly pushed the thing into him, glad he’d flushed himself thoroughly before coming to Leo’s flat. Then it was in, and Leo fastened the strap firmly.
“Comfortable, love?” Leo kissed him as he carefully stood. “Let it settle before you make any sudden movements.”
“It feels …” Max gave a silly grin. “Very … interesting. Better than I expected …”
“I gave it a good load of lubricant.” Leo took the gag. “You want to continue?”
“Gag me, Leo …” Max laughed. “Then take us both to Nirvana …”
Still in the suit, with just the gag and the mitts removed, Max raised his champagne to his lover across the table. “Here’s to us. And to many more nights like this together, love.” Taking a drink, he put the glass down. “Now I’ve only one question — whose flat is to be our home from now on? Do you want to keep this one, or would you like to move into mine?”
“Let’s make yours our home.” Leo reached across the table and took Max’s hand. “This one can be my studio and ‘office’ …” Laughing, he added, “And perhaps a ‘playroom’ for us?”
“Love it! Done. When do you want to move your things …” Max stopped as his sudden movement caused the plug to stimulate his prostate. He bit his lip as across the table Leo, still in his own weatherman outfit, saw his expression and grinned.
“Lucky I drained you just now?”
“Yes …” Max replied in a tight voice, his cock jerked again in it’s leather prison. “Wow.” He took a deep breath. “So, when do you …?”
“Tomorrow, Love?” Standing, Leo moved round the table. “I can pack the stuff I need to move immediately and shift it to your flat tomorrow evening. He helped Max stand, triggering another ‘dry’ orgasm, and wrapped him in his arms. “Most of this can stay.” His hug was both loving and possessive. “It’s really only my personal stuff … I’ll have everything else I need waiting for me as soon as I arrive …”
With his leather encased arms round his lover, Max smiled happily. “I’ve taken tomorrow and Friday off, so I can help …”
“Then there’s nothing more to say, my love …” Leo’s kiss cut off further speech and Max surrendered to his lover’s ministrations.
In the bedroom eventually, Leo removed the plug and began the process of releasing his lover from the suit. Max stopped him once the hood was removed, and turned to embrace him.
“Leo, my love, would you …” Hesitating, he swallowed carefully. “I want to have you …” Pausing, he asked, “Would you like to fuck me? As I am? I this marvellous leather suit … and as you are? Dominate me and impregnate me …”
“Yes, my love,” Leo murmured, hugging his leather clad lover, he kissed him. “How would you like me to…?”
“Face to face, please, my love. Fuck me like a woman …” He laughed. “Make me your kinky wife, husband, and let me see your pleasure as you do it …”
Leo needed no further encouragement, positioned Max to receive him, his leather encased legs raised over his shoulders as he knelt between his lover’s thighs, his lubricated penis stiff and eager. Pressing his glans against the puckered opening, he increased the pressure, watching Max’s expression as the muscle resisted, then slowly gave way as he slid into the warm, moist, channel.
Max arched his back upwards to receive his lover, the initial pain, soon giving way to the sensations of pleasure as his lover’s member filled his passage. It awoke in him the memory of his rape — a bittersweet memory of how pleasant it had felt to be fucked like this, and of the humiliation of having it forced upon him. And now this was different. This was what he wanted. This was his beautiful husband taking his conjugal right for the very first time … tightening his legs over Leo’s back, he rode the thrusting in his butt and smiled.
“Thank you, my love. Thank you, husband … You … feel … wonderful …”
It did, especially the feeling of contentment that spread slowly through him once Leo has shot his load deep inside him, and then as Max lowered his legs, took his erection in his mouth and brought him to his own climax. Dimly he recalled having this same feeling — a desire to relax, to submit to the sensation of contentment as he’d lain, alone, and consumed by hurt, by rejection and the violation of being raped by the three … The realisation that he liked submitting himself to Leo; that he liked this glowing sensation of contentment filled him with happiness as Leo stripped him out of the leather.
Finally free of the suit, and both completely naked, Max wrapped his arms round his lover, his mouth seeking Leo’s as their bodies made contact, and let his happiness take control. Leo’s loving attention to his own eager erection perfected his happiness and he sank into sleep enjoying the memory of Leo’s thrusting cock in his manhole, wrapped in his lover’s arms. “Thank you, my love … my husband …”
