Starting Afresh
I looked around my room at the hostel and smiled. It was good to know that I now had an option to get out of this place. In the weeks since our last weekend session, I’d learned a lot about my lover-master’s past, and he’d explored my own. I’d come to realise that whenever I was in his company my mood was always lighter and the day seemed brighter — no matter what was going on in class or at the hostel. Even just knowing we were meeting for lunch, made everything much more enjoyable, and after spending time with him made me feel I was walking on air.
Bruce had proposed two weeks together at a chalet in the mountains. No bondage, no rubber, just us exploring our likes, dislikes and testing whether we could live together without our fetish. The work he’d sent my way had been fun and quite easy to execute for them, and our twice weekly lunches had made us regulars at Greg’s. Most weekends had involved a lot of bondage and sex, but not always. We’d visited art exhibitions, gone grocery shopping together, and gone for long walks and even swimming.
Closing and locking my door, I lifted my backpack, slung it on my shoulder and walked down to the front door as my phone pinged. The What’s App told me Bruce was outside. I sent a string of hearts as a reply and ran down the stairs and out of the door.
Sliding into the seat beside him, I leaned across and kissed him. “Take me away, my love, and ravish me.”
“Slow down, love. This is a trial run, remember.”
“Yes, Master.” I deliberately adjusted the seat belt. “I think this counts as a restraint? It’s Saturday after all, and on Saturdays I’m the Condemned Gay Sub, condemned to be restrained, tormented and — I hope — fucked.”
“You’re incorrigible.” He laughed. “Okay, you’re restrained. And now we’re heading for two weeks in a small chalet — with no toys.” Glancing at the folder on my lap as he drove, he asked, “What have you got there?”
“A small gift. Nothing special. It’s for you, and I’ll give it to you when we’re at the chalet.” Laughing, I added, “I think you’ll like it.”
It was a small painting based on a still from my first experience of ‘Old Sparky’. It featured me, obviously, in a bright orange rubber suit, gagged, my cock in the milking tube, my face exposed. My face was shown with my head secured to the chair, and a smile on my mouth as Bruce, standing next to me held the gag ready to secure. A ‘police’ sign at my chest read, ‘Born to Subhood and loving it.’’ I’d worked hard to make my expression one of love as I looked up into his face and he smiled down at mine.
We shifted to chatting about the journey, work, the passing scenery and the two hours it took to reach our destination slipped by almost unnoticed.
The chalet was one of several all built out of heavy pine logs and sufficiently spaced to give privacy to those that wanted it. The husband and wife team that owned and ran the small resort greeted us warmly as we got out of the car.
“Welcome to Pine Lodge, Mr Franken.” Shaking hands with Bruce, the man smiled. “We hope you’ll enjoy yourselves. It’s a bit quiet during the week at this time, but the weekends are busy.” Laughing, he explained. “Always the same at the end of the season.”
Shaking hands with me, his wife — I’d noticed the wedding band — handed me the key to the chalet and a folded map. “The map will show you where everything is. We’ve plenty of walking trails around here, and the swimming pool is available, but we have a rule — no baggies. Swimming briefs only. We follow the French insistence on it, they claim swimming shorts are unhygienic.” She grinned and winked. “Besides, why should only us women be required to wear the skimpy outfits?”
“Ouch!” I laughed. “You’re right! Are thongs allowed?”
“Or nothing at all if there are no children around.” It was her turn to laugh. “Be aware that we have a few families at the moment, and you may need to have a little more ‘cover’.”
Bruce and her husband joined us. “We’re naturists when we have no guests,” he explained. “As I told Bruce, you guys can make yourselves comfortable. We’ll be filling up next Friday afternoon, but from Monday morning it’ll just be you and us this week. So you can just be yourselves.”
“Thanks,” Bruce responded, smiling. “That’s quite an invitation.” Slipping an arm round my waist, he pecked my cheek. “And we appreciate the welcome and the invitation.”
“Enjoy yourselves. I open the bar at six and Trish can whip up a a light meal if you don’t feel like cooking.”
The chalet was small, well laid out and self-contained. The view through the glass wall from the living room and porch was stunning. It looked across a wooded valley and a distant range of mountains and hills. Behind the living room was a small kitchen, separated from a bathroom by a short passage from the ‘front’ door. Stairs from the bathroom side gave access to a mezzanine with a kingsize bed, from which we could look out through the glass wall opposite. Placing our bags on the bed, I surveyed the view and felt a surge of love for Bruce as he stowed away our groceries below me. Extracting my gift from the folder, I seconded the stairs as Bruce walked to the window and the porch.
“Bruce, my beloved Master, I’ve a little gift for you. Want some coffee? I’ll make it while you unwrap it.”
“I’d love a coffee, Mark.” He turned, smiling, and kissed me. “What’s this gift? I’ve already got you. What more could I want?”
“You say the nicest things, my love.” Presenting him with my carefully wrapped painting, I smiled. “Call this a token of my appreciation of everything you’ve done for me since …” Kissing him as he took the package, I added, “I’ll get the coffee!”
Busy in the kitchen I heard him unwrapping the picture and tried not to look, my heart racing in the hope that his reaction would be, as I hoped, delight. The silence following the sound of the wrapping being removed was a little unnerving. I’m not sure what I’d expected, but it wasn’t silence. The coffee made, I walked into the living room and stopped. He had the painting propped up on the mantlepiece and was seated in front of it. Putting the coffee mugs on the table next to him, I knelt at his side.
“Like it, my darling?”
Silently he moved his arm across my shoulders, his face turned toward me. For a moment he said nothing, then whispered, “I love it.” Our mouths met, and his kiss said more than words could convey. The coffee was cooling by the time we drank it, but neither of us noticed as we enjoyed the post coital glow of mutually enjoyed oral sex. Still naked, we walked out onto the porch holding hands, then he moved quietly behind me, and held me close against his naked body. “Mark, I hoped from the moment you first contacted me … but I’ve had some bad experiences and one really bad partnership …”
“Shhh, my love. This will work. We’ll make it work. We both want to make it work …” I turned carefully in his arms. “When I was painting that gift, I guessed that you were hurting and afraid of being hurt again …” Kissing him gently, our flaccid members in contact, I said, “I was terrified of my sexual tastes, especially of surrendering myself so completely to someone else’s control … and then I met you. You were so careful, so gentle … and so loving …”
“And terrified of driving you away. I tested you …” His kiss was demanding. “But you endured it, and came back for more.”
I laughed, my hand easing between us and I fondled his now stiffening member. “I’m a glutton for my Master.” Kissing him, I whispered, “Turn me round, beloved, and fuck me now, as we look at this gorgeous view.” Giggling, as he began to turn me, I added, “Like the sign says, I’m a born Sub, and I love it.”
Resting my hands on the porch table, I bent myself forward spreading my feet and he didn’t hesitate. His fresh erection slid into me and I sighed as his cock slid over my gland. “Thank you, Master …”
The perfect start to our trial future …
We had fun with the owners in their ‘pub’ and ate the light meal Sybil, the wife of the owner, prepared for us. Claude, the owner was a good ‘host’ and the atmosphere was relaxed. There were a handful of others there, mainly for the beer and the wine and a few children with their parents, so we behaved with caution. Even so we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. We walked back to the chalet well fed, relaxed after several glasses of good wine hand in hand.
“Want to swim tomorrow, my love?” I asked.
“Sounds good to me.” Bruce squeezed my hand. “Before or after breakfast?”
“Before! But after coffee.” I laughed. “I need coffee … and maybe a shot of something else first.”
Opening the door, Bruce stood back to let me enter, grinning. “Now I wonder what that ‘something else’ might be?”
“I’m sure my Master can think of something suitable,” I teased as his hand squeezed my buttock. I turned into his embrace. “Thank you, my love, for teaching me to accept myself, and for taking me as your sub …”
“You’re more than just my ‘Sub’, my dear.” Our mouths met in a hungry kiss. “Much more, and we’ve two weeks to make sure we’re able to live with each other.” His hand undid my shirt, and my jeans descended round my ankles, as we kissed, our tongues entwined. My hands were busy as well, undressing him, until only our thongs remained, our erections deforming their pouches. Holding me close, he murmured, “Here, or in bed?”
“Let’s go to bed, love,” I whispered. “Then we can be comfortable and take our time.”
With no pressure to do anything we woke early, made love to the birdsong as the sun rose to be greeted by the chorus of birdsong. Our morning passion spent, we lay in each other’s arms, savouring the moment, and the taste of our cum, until Bruce stirred.
“I fancy a coffee,” he announced. Turning to me, he kissed me, adding, “Stay right here. I’ll bring it so I can enjoy your nice warm body while we drink it.”
“You’re spoiling me,” I retorted as he slipped out of bed. “But I’m loving it!”
Laughing, he descended the stairs while I snuggled down under the duvet and listened to the sounds of him moving around the kitchen beneath me, and the birdsong outside the window. On impulse, I tidied his side of the bed, preparing the pillows so that we could be comfortable sitting up to watch the scenery with our coffee. It struck me that I knew very little of Bruce’s background, or of his previous life and partnerships. As I heard him starting up the stairs it struck me, not for the first time, that his ‘dungeon’ was not something assembled in a matter of days.
I hoped he would tell me about the history behind it and himself over the coming weeks. With his hair tousled as he stepped onto the bedroom mezzanine and two steaming mugs of coffee in his hands, he smiled as I admired his naked body. The lack of hair round his genitals seemed to accentuate them as he covered the short distance between the steps and my side of the bed.
“Mmm, now there’s a beautiful sight.” Accepting the coffee, I put it aside on the night stand. “You know, my love, you’re beautiful and I think I’m a very lucky man to have you …”
“No, you’re not.” Sliding into the bed from his side, he put his arms round me and pulled me into an embrace. “I am.” His kiss was demanding. “But, I like you saying you’re lucky.” The coffee remained on the nightstands as we held each other and enjoyed a prolonged kiss. It was enjoyable to simply caress, kiss and hold each other.
Gently I coaxed out of Bruce the reason for his caution in our relationship. In the relaxed pleasure of holding one another, and without, for the moment, wanting to engage sexually, he told me about his violent and unsuccessful previous partners.
“In a way, my dear, what you’re holding is a man with a lot of bruising and a lot of bad experience. You’re a refreshing change …”
“Says the man that has shown me how to love what I am!” Kissing him, I grinned, “And better, shown me how to really enjoy being totally in someone’s control.”
“Like you, I was a bit confused by my sexual tastes — and by my liking to be restrained.” Kissing my forehead he paused, his hand gently caressing my back as I lay with my head on his shoulder. “It took me a long time to work it out. A distant cousin convinced me I should embrace being Gay, and then that if bondage was my thing, then find someone who also liked it and enjoy it.”
“Is that why you have the dungeon and all that equipment?” My fingers played gently with his nipple. “I’m not complaining — I love what you do with me in it.”
“In part. I built the dungeon for myself, but soon found you can’t really enjoy it ‘solo’,” he confided in a distant tone. “Like you I tried to find someone I could trust to give me the experience I craved.” Pausing as I moved to hold him, he sighed. “I tried a couple of times. The first was a sadist, but he taught me a lot about what I really didn’t want in a relationship.” He laughed. “And how he did. The next guy seemed, at first, better, but we were just on different wavelengths on just about everything from our tastes in music, clothing, behaviour in public and out the other end … then I caught him ‘entertaining’ friends in our dungeon … The worst of it was that it was a regular thing, and he made no pretence of it that I was just another fuck on his list — and the sucker who provided him with a house, a playroom and …”
“Oh Bruce …” Hugging him, I managed. “I’m so sorry … Now I understand why you’re being so cautious with me.” Kissing his cheek, I added, “I don’t know how anyone could betray you — or anyone — like that.”
“Easier, and more frequent, than you think, my love.” He wrapped me in a fierce bear hug. “Shall we take a swim? Or shall we have breakfast? If we swim now we may miss the kids …”
“Swim!” I gasped. “I want to wash that frown and the hurt from your eyes.” Kissing him, I said, “And when we get back, I’ll make the breakfast …”
We just beat the arrival of the first of the families who evidently intended a long play in the pool. Greeting them as we left I was glad I’d opted for my full Speedo and not the rather more skimpy thong I’d brought. Back at the chalet Bruce headed for the shower and I started putting together the breakfast things. It struck me as I finished laying out the muesli, yogurt, OJ and the bread and spreads we both enjoyed, that his previous partners had not shared his eating preferences, whereas I’d never given a thought to the fact we both tended to like the same things. I’d just put out fresh coffees for us on the porch when he joined me, planting a kiss on my should.
“Perfect, love.” His hand stroked my butt. “I never asked if you’d like a bigger breakfast, I just assumed …”
“You didn’t need to love. The only thing I’d add to this is some fruit — it’s what I always eat in my room.” I laughed. “Cooking strictly forbidden, I even have to hide my hot water jug and my coffee mug!” Seating myself, I grinned. “This is perfect — but if you want something more — a fried egg and all the rest, I’ll happily cook it and join you. But I think we’d both get fat!”
“You’re right! About getting fat anyway.” Helping himself to the muesli he added the yogurt and laughed as he noticed that I was following exactly the same process. “Do you always serve yourself that way?”
“Yes — it means that I can mix the muesli into the yogurt more easily. It’s how I’ve always done it — drove my sister mad, she did it the other way. Said my way was disgusting.”
Laughing, we ate.
Looking at his watch, Bruce asked, “You know, I’m feeling lazy, and relaxed, would you mind if I get a book I’m reading and just sit here and read?”
“Why would I mind, love? That sounds perfect. I’ll get my sketch book and try some sketches from here. It’s just too beautiful to not do some.” Standing I gathered the breakfast dishes and made to head indoors. “Where’s your book? I’ll fetch it and my drawing things at the same time?”
“In my bag. Should be right on top.” He laughed. “Thanks.”
Depositing the dishes in the sink, I stowed away the butter, unused bread and the remaining OJ, then fetched his book — it was right at the top of his bag — and my art folder with all my sketching materials, carried them out to the porch.
“There you, love. I’ll do the dishes and join you in a minute. Want anything more to drink?”
He declined, accepting the book and I got on with the dishes. Lunch was Bruce’s effort — a salad with some delicious cutlets he did in the pan and a glass of wine. A walk along one of the trails gave us the opportunity to talk about a range of things we liked, our tastes in music and in reading matter. Some of these we already knew or had guessed, after all, we’d been lunching together for a while now, and sex wasn’t the only thing on our minds.
As we walked and talked I certainly grew to the idea that he was the perfect man in my life. It reinforced the feeling of comfort and happiness I had begun to feel in his company and I said so.
“Really?” He walked on in silence for a few more steps. “I’m glad, because, Mark, I feel that way too … but are you sure you want to tie yourself to a man ten years your senior?” His smile flashed. “A man who puts you in bondage, attaches a Tens unit to that lovely pole of yours and leaves you in electro torment for an hour at a time?”
“A man who gives me the most amazing fuck when he’s finished tormenting me?” Slipping my arm through his, I squeezed gently. “Yes! Any time he wants to, I’m game. Oh, and for being put in a strait jacket and given his gorgeous cock to suck.” We stopped walking and I turned to face him, my arms going round his waist. “Yes, I do want to tie myself to you, Bruce. I need a man who knows how to teach me, to stop me being a total jerk … You’ve no idea how much I learned in that first session you gave me in your dungeon. It’s taken me a while to understand it myself — and that’s before you got me a job with your employer, before you invited me to lunch with you twice a week, before you taught me how to really love being Gay, and your lover … You think the painting I did for you is just a picture?”
“No, I don’t. But I don’t want you to feel obliged to tie yourself to me either …”
I stopped him with a kiss and a tight hug.
“Okay, enough talking round this. I love you, Bruce. I’d love you even if you were living in a tiny apartment and didn’t have the dungeon or the car. I’d love you even if you hadn’t fixed up a job for, and if we weren’t meeting at Greg’s and eating at a greasy spoon instead.” Kissing him again, I told him, “And tonight I’m buying us supper …”
As most of the other guests had already headed back to their homes by the time we made our way to the small bar and restaurant, we had the place almost to ourselves. The choice from the menu was fairly limited, but it was good. And made on the spot, not precooked from the freezer. It was worth waiting for, and the wine was good. So was the conversation with Claude, and later Sybil. It set the mood for the rest of the week.
By the third day we’d become so comfortable in our routine Bruce was able to joke about it as we walked back from a swim in just our swimming thongs. Our routine wasn’t fixed, but generally included a swim, breakfast, a walk along one of the trails, often another swim and time spent on the porch reading or, for me, drawing.
“Look at us — just like an old married couple.”
“Does it bother you, love?” Squeezing his hand, I asked. “I love the feeling.”
“Bother me?” He stopped. “No, it doesn’t. Funny. I don’t think I’ve ever been this comfortable with someone before now.” Grinning, he pulled me into a hug. “And you’re right — I love it as well.”
His kiss was dominating, demanding, and I could feel his stiffening member straining to escape the thing, and mine responded. It wasn’t far to the chalet, and we both shed our thongs as soon as we were inside. We surrendered to our passion as soon as the door closed, and our love making soon had us on the floor beneath my painting. Breakfast was delayed until we separated, sated, happy and deeply in love.
After breakfast the warmth and the beauty drew us onto the porch, where Bruce settled with his book and a cool drink, and I got involved in some drawing. Bruce was, here, the perfect subject as he relaxed and read, and I managed several sketches that I could later turn into paintings. But one I worked on now to create a portrait of him with the valley and the natural beauty of the countryside as a backdrop. I’d just finished it when we heard a knock at the door.
“Sybil and I were wondering if you guys would like to join us for a barbecue this evening?” Claude said when Bruce answered the door. He grinned at the shorts we both wore, and gestured at his naked body, his rather generous cock on display. “Dress optional — as we told you, we’re naturists.”
“Thanks,” Bruce laughed, glancing at me. “We’d love to come. I think, in my case anyway, ‘dress’ will depend on the temperature!”
“As you like.” Claude smiled. “See you at six then. Oh, I’m heading into town for a few items — is there anything you need?”
“I don’t think …” Bruce began. “Wait, yes, we need a loaf of toasting bread, about three litres of low fat milk and some fruit. Bananas, apples … whatever. Hang on, I’ll get my wallet …”
“Don’t bother, we can settle up tonight.” Sketching a salute, he turned, saying as he walked away. “See you later.”
“Was he testing us, do you think?” I asked as Bruce rejoined me on the porch. I grinned. “He’s certainly well equipped …”
“So I noticed! No, I don’t think so. As he said, they’re naturists, but I think I’m going to put the present you gave me in the bedroom.” Laughing, he hugged me and planted a kiss on my forehead. “It might give people ideas, and that is something I want to reserve to us.”
Claude delivered our shopping mid afternoon and confirmed the time, telling us we could look forward to some good steaks.
In the event, clothing was necessary. The weather was clearly changing as we walked to their cottage attached to the reception building. The barbecue was ready and soon we were enjoying the social interaction that goes with any such event. We walked back to the chalet, well fed, and having enjoyed some really good wine. The wind was getting up now, and it was overcast with the smell of rain in the air. It arrived as we prepared for bed.
“That was good timing,” Bruce joked as he slid under the covers.
“Good excuse to snuggle up to each other.” I retorted, sliding closer and reaching an arm across his chest. “The perfect weather to stay right here and just enjoy being close.”
“You’re right.” His hand caressed my stomach. “And right now, I’m too well fed to do anything energetic. How about you?”
“Same. But,” my hand wandered down and found his member, “if somebody insisted …”
His hand gripped my semi-hard organ. “Tomorrow, my love. And then you can have a double ration.” Kissing me he played with my penis. “I’m tipsy I think, and I need some sleep. That wine was something else.”
“I’m with you there, my love. Sleep is definitely needed … Double ration tomorrow? I’ll look forward to it.” Settling myself for sleep, I asked, “Would you spoon me, love, or would you like me to spoon you?”
“I’ll spoon you, my darling Mark.” Kissing me he waited until I was on my side, then positioned himself perfectly behind me, and settled the duvet so we were both well wrapped beneath it. “Ah, yes. I think this is my favourite sleeping position now.” He kissed my shoulder gently. “Yes, I’m getting well used to this now.”
“Mmm, so’m I,” I murmured, curling myself into his body. “Thanks, my love. For everything …”
Outside the wind moaned over the roof and under the eaves, but we drifted off to sleep, our naked bodies in close contact and wrapped in our duvet as the rain beat against the window above us.
I half woke during the night as the wind and rain disturbed me, and sensed that Bruce was also awake. Feeling his erection against my butt, I turned in his arm and gently kissed his face.
“Would you like to make love, my darling,” I whispered as the rain rattled against the window.
“Always, my love,” he relied, kissing my neck. “What would you like?”
“To have my lover make love to me in the way he would most enjoy …” My own erection was now rigid in his hand as I caressed his. Our mouths met and our tongues entwined as we wrapped each other in a mutual embrace. The sound of the wind and the rain faded into the background as we focused on each other, savouring each gentle caress and our kisses.
“Mark, I want you to fuck me,” he whispered, his lips nibbling my ear. “I’ve never allowed anyone to take me that way — only as I mounted you …” Kissing me gently, he added, “Take me face to face, the way I took you the first time …”
“If you’re sure … I’d love to, Bruce …” Kissing him again, we changed places slowly until he was on his back, his hips on a pillow and his legs raised and wide splayed. I lubed him and myself, then carefully entered him.
He arched his back as I sank slowly into his tight opening, moaning softly as I pressed past his sweet spot. “Oh god, oh …” he shuddered as I sank my full length into him, his legs clamping over my neck and shoulders. “Oh my … Oh gods but that feels …” His arms went round my back and tightened. “You feel … amazing …” He humped his hips slowly, and I took the hint and began, slowly, to fuck him, bringing fresh moans of pleasure from his mouth …
His response, and the feeling of his passage enfolding my cock meant I had to work hard to control my desire to shoot my load. I managed to hold back, despite having a full load, for several minutes, but the desire became too much and I thrust myself deep and let my cock erupt. For several minutes we lay joined, smothering each other in kisses, his still rigid member between us. When my now limp dick slipped free from his opening, I freed myself, leaned down and whispered, “And now, my love, you’re going to do the same for me …”
“Do you think I can?” He whispered.
“I know it, my love.” Positioning myself, I reached over and drew him on top of me. “I’ve felt you do it, remember, and now I want it again … please …”
He mounted me as I had just done him. He didn’t last long, but it was still beautiful. Satisfied, I settled into his embrace, his still leaking cock pressed to my butt. We soon slept, and woke to steady rain in the morning. When Bruce slipped out of bed to use the toilet, I went downstairs and made coffee, took it up the bedroom and then swopped places to toilet myself.
“Good morning, beloved,” I greeted him as I slid back under the duvet and planted a kiss on his mouth. “Looks bad outside. The perfect excuse to spend the day right here …”
“My thoughts exactly.” His grin was wicked as he pushed me down, and swinging his leg over me. “Second dose?”
“Yes, Master!” I laughed, spreading my legs. “Same as during the night please, and make it a big one …”