We stood there, by the limousine, hot, one of us wondering what to do now. Mariano had driven the Burlings and their son Corey to the airport and, as Corey’s best friend I’d been asked to go along. Now, rid of the family as they flew off to the Argentine, Mariano, their chauffeur and security guard, and I sat on a leafy street where we’d gone as an escape from a choking, clogged expressway that moved only because the earth did. Plus Mariano had learned a few things, as had I, about the quiet man who was a frequent guest at the estate and some real background information that had knocked him sideways. I was not, as he thought, some smiling innocent person, one who was only part of the social circle but a fully accredited gay man who, after some considerable time on a ranch in Nebraska, had come back to town ready to do whatever or whoever came along.Â
He stood there, his shirt open exposing a well built chest nicely covered with hair, currently matted as he sweat. “What would you like to do next?”
“Don’t you know? You started this so I assume you’ve got some ideas. Let me start with some  basics and see if they dove tail with anything you have in mind. I’d like to tie you up, spread eagle on a bed or a back yard or on the runway at the airport and fuck you so deep it looks like you have two cocks. Of course, I’ll have already got you primed by sucking you  off, edging you then doing it again. Makes it easier to tie you down when you’re limp from a double lack of cum and an over dose of pleasure. Before all that, ’cause we’re a mess, I’d like to take a swim, then get in a sauna or a shower or a steam bath but whatever, followed by another shower and that had be pretty near some place where we can go fuck each other, suck each other then get down to what we really want to do.Â
He looked at me in shock and, almost, horror. “You….you’ve done all that before?”
“Yeah, and some other stuff as well. I don’t know how you play yet so I’m just suggesting a quiet evening at home. I know you’re a sub and I am a dom, or didn’t you figure that out.” I looked at him having established some ground rules. Not all of them but those will do for a start. “You said something about a buddy who had a restaurant or a diner that served Italian…..”
“Yeah…..he serves Italian.” I slapped him.
“Don’t fucking repeat what I already know. Jesus, didn’t anyone ever train you right and, lets get another thing straight, no pun intended, when it’s you and me, I’m a Sir. Got that? I…Am ….Your….Sir”.
There was a long pause while this percolated. Confusion first, choking with amazement second, fright third and, after a long pause, acceptance. I know my subs, good ones snap to the commands on the first syllable and Mariano was a great one. I would have loved to know who trained him or, possibly, he was a natural. Either way, I had him and this was going to be interesting.Â
“Get on the driver’s side. Now strip then come around and open the door for me, I’ll sit up front to keep an eye on you.”
He looked wildly around. Exposure, him naked in the full sunshine was something he did, probably, only at the pool of a friend who also plunged in naked. But I’d already read the place; His side was against an embankment on top of which was the expressway. We were at the T where a suburban street ended so you had to turn one way or the other. This was a perfectly normal lower middle class neighborhood where people only noticed things that were out of place, unusual, didn’t belong there. Which was exactly what the Cadillac limousine was. What we had to do was load up and ship out. Didn’t matter where, just on down the road to more populated street where we would have attracted no attention unless he parked by a bus and there were people looking out and down.Â
In the car, not only was his cock hard enough to use as a neckers nob, but he was shaking for fear of being discovered. He hadn’t dealt with the fact that he had cards and papers that said this car was the property of the former Secretary of State whom he’d just left at the airport. He’d worried about getting an escort from cops who saw the cards in the window but they were too busy with scut level traffic.
I scanned the streets as we passed them as well as looking ahead to spot….something, didn’t know what but it would have a large parking lot where the employees parked on the perimeter of the lot. Parking there wasn’t perfect cover but among the Hondas, ten year old chevvy’s and Fords, we wouldn’t be bothered. According to my watch, the afternoon to evening shift was already in so, unless someone forgot something, it would be a while before anyone went near those cars. Even lot security didn’t bother and our being a “foreigner” only meant that someone had a rich relative’s car or it was hot. Either way, so long as it went away in a reasonable length of time, they’d ignore it.Â
“Up there, that Kroger, pull in there and drive around the perimeter, park where it look like the employees do. ” We got phenomenally lucky; There was a good sized spot between a large SUV and a large trash collection bin, the sort trucks pulled up to, stuck their forks in and emptied it. Couldn’t have been better if I’d planned it. We both leaned back. Feeling naked was cooler, even with the air conditioning going, I stripped down to my briefs, lowered the sun screen and relaxed by having the seat back recline. Cadillacs are solid comfort. Once I got reclined, I reached into my skimpy brief and pulled out both my cock and my nuts. “Just wanted to give you a look/see at what’s coming for you. Fact is, speaking of coming, a good jerk wouldn’t hurt either of us. Thought I saw a box of tissue in the back, get it.”
“Yes, Sir”. It sounded a little forced but he was brand new and hadn’t been broken in yet.
“You know what to do.”
He did. I didn’t even have to move for him to almost create a vacuum in his mouth and suck in my cock. I liked that he worked my balls and put a hand up to check out the nipple situation. What he might have found was that each nipple had an opening on either side. Just because I didn’t wear my large bars with a mace on either end when visiting didn’t mean they didn’t exist. He was doing an exploration with his tongue and found that there, too, was a good sized opening, just the size a Prince Albert could and did go. Mine was a perfect circle which, when first put on me, had been soldered so that it was there for good. That got changed but the PA stuck around and got bigger. One he wouldn’t find was a hole my ear, nose and throat doctor had put through my septum. When I wanted, a bull ring went in but this was one made almost like a steel moustache; The ends turned up and were sharpened, more like tusks.Â
I put my hands on his back and rubbed him and I knew how to do it. While he was working at draining me, he was being relaxed and trying to get an opinion of me. He’d already submitted but…what next?
“Stop! Don’t want to spit yet, just get me ready for the next several times and whether you have a soft mouth or a hard mouth. Horse terms. I’ll show you how they’ll work for you later.”
Probably never had anyone stop him, most guys wanted to go all the way but stop>
“What’s your street name, God knows it’s not Mariano”.
“Ano, they call me Ano.”
“That it, nothing else? I think there’s another one……”
He looked so embarrassed but…I wasn’t going to help him out. “Buddy. Or some from the old neighborhood, Cheeks.”
“They don’t refer to your face I’ll bet. Probably because you got your cheeks spread fairly often….must have liked it. Yes?”
“He squirmed under that one. I knew the answer but wanted him to say it.’
‘Oh, God, please Sir, I’m so hot for you, yes they fucked me all the time, I was a slut….”
“Get out and give me the keys to the car. Now.”
“Sir, I’m naked….”
“Yeah, get out of the car, it’s private here, you can work around it. I’ll be back eventually.”
And left him cowering in front of the car where, really, you could see nothing. Over the fence there was a fairly substantial tree, maybe he could collect leaves and play Adam. Whatever.
I got lucky in that this was one of the huge Krogers that sold everything from what you’d expect to furniture to clothes, a pharmacy, Deli, Starbucks….Liquor store. It took me a while but finally pushing a full cart, I got back to ‘Ano’ as I’d decided to call him.
“See, no problems. You probably could have sunbathed on the hood. Get that cock nice and brown. Like mine. A well grilled cock and balls means a guy has been outdoors a lot. Used to ride naked all day. Okay, get in the car and I’ll start getting all this shit arranged. Also, we can’t ride around in this flat top, too noticeable and I’m betting you know people who don’t want publicity.” I didn’t wait for a response.Â
Ano was surprised at some of the things I’d bought for him. He couldn’t wear his uniform so, hitting the sporting goods department, I snagged some shorts, a couple of jocks, some T shirts and, else where a jacket. Had to guess on the shoes but, if they were wrong it was sixty seconds to change them. Some long pull up pants that tied and two long sleeved T shirts in pastel colors. Found a sleeveless hoodie and that completed his outfit. Got about the same for myself-no pastel, it was comfortable, easily cleaned and if there was too much, uhm, staining, they could be thrown out. I picked out what he could wear which were the shorts, the jock a T shirt socks and shoes. Also gave him back the keys to the car.
“Start it up and listen to the directions.” I hated that kind of gadget but just now and having no idea where we were it was useful. What I didn’t want was to have it go haywire and drive us off a bridge or into a train. I think he was taken aback by the amount of clothing but I had a purpose and there were a few more things to get; Kroger didn’t have everything.
It was the magical mystery tour for about ten minutes until we pulled into a rental car place where they were all prepared to swap cars, temporarily for a very sporty Corvette. I carefully explained that the car I was leaving in their care belonged to the former Secretary of State-and proved it-so their very special attention would be appreciated.Â
There was momentary silence. “I said,  did you  like it.?”
Quietly, “Yes. “
“So when I decide you’re ready to be fucked, there’s no point in opening you more with a butt plug or a dildo. You’re all ready. And you like to be fucked…..I’ll bet you’re horny right now. Yes?”
“Yes, Sir, I’m horny right now, sir, I could use a good fuck.”|
“Hmmm, I’ll bet. Matter of fact, I’m a bit horned up myself. Look at our shorts, needed to put a Velcro strap in the jock to keep things in place. Need to get you a cock cage, maybe one with a drilled sound. Lock you in and watch you suffer as you can’t even get your hands on it. /would you like that, Ano? Your long, fat cock all curled up with a sound stuck down it. Probably electrify it..”
He almost swerved onto the sidewalk as he contemplated that. “Bet you know where to get all sorts of play things for gentlemen.”
He nodded. I wondered if he had an account there.
“Lets get something to eat. Are we anywhere near your buddy’s place?”
“Twenty minutes, let me give him a ring…..he’s picky about strangers.”
So he gave him a ring and whatever he said must have greased the path for 20 minutes later we pulled up at the back of a row of businesses. This one had to be a restaurant based on the smell and the garbage.
He came around and opened the door for me. “Come on In, meet Mico, my buddy.”
There was nothing of the chef about Mico, about my height and build, maybe a touch more in the bicep but I could give him all he wanted, not that it mattered. He sat down, asked some pointed questions if you knew they were pointed. I could tell my answers were the ones he wanted and you couldn’t make them up, you had to be either inside or close to inside to know. I left it to him to figure out where I was. He snapped a finger and a bottle of wine and three glasses were produced. He filled them, picked one up, looked at me and said, “Nice to meet you, Shadow. I’ve wondered when we would.”
We did a handshake that wasn’t complicated but, again, you had to know it. Ano  was almost wetting his shorts.
“You know this guy?” Hard to know which of us he asked the question. Mico lounged back, smiled and said, “Well, Shadow isn’t someone you meet, he’s someone you hear about. Then one day, you meet him.”
We both looked at Ano who froze in his chair.
“How about some good food, not like mama used to make and maybe later…..you and me, we can play with Cheeks. We gotta place for playing. Quiet, not open to the public, sorta by invitation only…..I’ll get some menus….”
“No reason for that, Â Mico, just order it yourself, what you’d like us to have, you know what’s good here and that’s what I want.”
There was a long pause while he thought something over…..
‘Maybe you’d like to come back sit at the chef’s table. “
“Sounds good….” And I started to rise as did Ano, Apparently the invitation did not apply to him  although two sturdily build men helped him up and off to some other place.
“I’ll make sure he’s ready for us when we get around to him.”
“Thanks, I’m hoping before we rejoin Ano, you and I could have a moment to ourselves. Kinda think we might both enjoy that.”
“Mico had a dirty sort of smile. “Yeah, I think you’re right we would enjoy that. Probably enjoy that a lot.”
We both had the same idea and simultaneously put a hand on the other’s butt then laughed. “Wanta go one front, one back?”
The kitchen was spotless and the moment we walked in I thought the staff would snap to attention. “Well trained fuckers, aren’t they.”
I happened to look down and noticed that every man in the place was attached to his station by a chain.
I nodded my head at that saying, “Good idea, keeps every body in their place. I’m guessing they’ve been showed their place.”
“Yep but…if you see something, they’re all on the menu.”
“Kind offer but I think I’m looking at what I’d like to dine on….assuming that ‘s reciprocal.”
“Got time to spend the night? We may be hot after our work out, got a massage guy on premises….”
“Again, thank you for the offer, I expect I’ll accept. One thing, I…uh had to leave the Burling’s place not quite equipped. If we go out…I’d need to borrow some duds and get something to carry. I’m assuming you could help me there.”
“Whaddya have in mind?”
“Glock, something from a cop that traces back to him or the department.”
“Fuck, that’s a snap, let me show you mine.”
I’d almost bought one but didn’t. ‘A Smith and Wesson fifty caliber, just about as powerful as they come, not called a “hand cannon” for nothing.”
“Tomorrow? You got some time, there’s a place out on the island you might enjoy. I got some time, be a good time to run you out.:”
“Fuck, I’ve got that Vette I rented, why not have more fun with it?”
Mico laughed, slapped me on the back then got up, came back with a chef’s apron for me, he already had one on.”Kinda gets messy and Italian food isn;’t known for being tidy.:”
Dinner was a fun, sloppy affair. Didn’t take us long to pull off the aprons, strip and put them back on. Food was really good and Mico was the sort of dinner companion you always  hope to have. We sat silently after the Zabaglione was finished, fooled with our wine glasses and had a quiet moment.
“It’s more comfortable up at my place,” I picked up a bottle on the table that was half full and stood up. “Bet it is, I’m following you.”
And it was. I was pleased to note he didn’t start the comfort level off in his bedroom but in a nicely furnished man’s living room.
“I call this my trophy room.” and laughed. I assumed we’d get to what his trophies were eventually. For now I really admired a glass wall behind which was a magnificent collection of sea shells. I walked over to admire it forgetting I’d let my apron fall to the floor. He joined me and, turning me around for examination. I stood for it because I knew he meant it as a compliment. We were equals, didn’t need to prove anything.
“You’ve spent a lot of time at Sanibel Island, doesn’t the Lions Paw come only from there?” Between a chambered Nautilus that had been cut in half so both sides were displayed, the intense chrome yellow against the nacre in the Nautilus was perfectly displayed. He casually put an arm over my shoulder. “I must have spent God knows how much time and money collecting those and some, I had to buy.”
They were amazingly beautiful, perfectly lit and gave the room a quality not much else could have.Â
“Want to see my other collection, I think you’ll be amused. Maybe even jealous.” Under the cases with the shells were drawers all of which were locked. Mico pushed a button and I could hear an hydraulic ziiip as the locks were released. He opened the one in front of us. I smiled while my lips disappeared. It was a collection I admired.
“Conquests or…failures?”
He held up a plastic cube that contained a set of testicles clearly from a man. “This was a failure, you can tell because I let him keep his cock. Others,” he  held up various ways that he’d preserved the genitalia, ” are just ones I saw and wanted. You know the feeling, the urge….I,uh  learned how to do taxidermy, made things easier.”
I looked at him and smiled, a real smile, a conspiratorial smile, the smile of another connoisseur. “I trust you have no use for anything of mine.”
“If yours were in there, they would be beside mine and someone who took them would live here.”  Seemed a correct reading. “I didn’t start this”..he looked through the drawer then removed another cube, this one had a slight wooden pedestal…”He started it, I just took it from him. Good looking set isn’t it, quality. So was he. That’s how it will go to the next man….” He held up another cube, this one with a slight silver trim around the base. “Mine, some time”. He looked at me and pulled out an empty one like his…”Guess maybe this might be for yours”. I looked at him. “Could be.”Â
We stood there, the empty cubes next to us, both of us breathing easily, no fright, that’s what would happen. “I, uh, would want to have some, uh, reciprocity first.” Looked right at him. “‘As much as you want…if you think it’s a fit.”
He offered me an after dinner drink and I accepted a Brandy. We sat back down, looked at each other with anticipation and the sort of restrained lust only men such as we were can have.
“Want to see what Ano’s up to?”
He took a remote control, turned a set on, fed in a channel number and there was a room with a large, padded  board in the middle. Ano, who had his head placed in a leather mask, was tied down in such a way that his ass was in the air, almost like a thing to be used by the public as they passed by.
“Ever had him?”
“Nope but that was the direction he had in mind until he made a discovery and found himself with my boot on his neck. So to speak.”
“Subtle dominance, Jesus I admire that. You sit there, calm, casually looking around, enjoying my collections and yet….if I were a lesser man, you’d have your straight razor out deciding what would make the best addition.”
That didn’t seem to need an answer; Instead I picked up my snifter, looked at him, and wandered toward a door that probably contained a bed.Â
“Are you that horny?”
“No, that curious. We’re something we both want and why deny ourselves? Oh, why don’t you take cheeks and put him on ice? We don’t need him and I can use him for other things. Of course when we come back from the country tomorrow, I think it would be good to teach him how to service two men equally.” Mico smiled, picked up the phone, punched in a number and, when it was answered, gave a few instructions then hung up.. I had a thought. “Give your kitchen staff a treat with my compliments for a truly fine meal.” His eyes glittered with humor and the idea of perhaps watching a man take it up his ass many, many times by men who were well schooled in fucking men.
He picked up the phone again, made two calls hung up then asked me if I would like to watch. Easy answer, No. I’m quite fond of porn, of a specialized sort, and watching a guy get his ass ruined was of no interest. I could see Mico had the same opinion.
“I have a few private rooms for over night guests who require confinement. He;’ll do well in a leather sleep sack….chained to a bed. “
I decided to kiss him which I did. Nothing quick or forced just gently took his head, bent it slightly and applied my lips and when it opened, allowed my tongue to run out into him. He reciprocated and, after a few minutes, we could both feel our man meat growing anxious for attention. To honor a guest he began to kneel on the floor but I stopped him, pushed him gently on to his bed where I offered him my whole package while I took his to me.Â
Few men know how to start a really fine 69 but we did. Nothing hurried, we had time and knew that some earnest foreplay would only raise our threshold of lust and desire. We both shaved our balls, the pubic hair was clippered to show it was there but not to get in one’s mouth. His balls were, like mine, a good size, meaty and I could tell the teste inside filled almost the whole half of the scrotum. The best arrangement for really having a cock and balls is one in which the ball sack is big enough that the flaccid cock drapes over it, the tip just slightly lower than the bag itself. Some like low hangers, I like to keep the family close and protected. Mouths, balls, pricks, hands all get involved until it’s the moment to deep throat your partner and receive their pouring of cum into your mouth. The gentlemanly thing to do is not swallow all of it, but share it with them as they share yours with you. It’s the moment to relax, lay back, make out, enjoy the sweat that has worked its way onto the body, lick it, lick the face opposite you.Â
“I want you to take me. As your guest, it’s my present to you, I hope you’ll accept.” It was almost facetiously said but I meant precisely that. My body for his amusement and delectation.
“How do you want it….?”
“Dealer’s choice. You know what you like and I’m  here to find out what you like. For future reference.”‘
“Tie you up? Full bondage? Be whipped? Nipple clips? Cock cage with electricity?”
“Like your restaurant, a good menu but, as I said earlier, I’ll leave it up to the chef to select how to present the main course.” Â I rolled on my back, loosely spread my arms and legs and smiled at him.
“Before we get to the nasty, think you could fluff me?”
“Sure….I’ve already had the pleasure of taking the measure of what needs to be fluffed…..”
He laughed and pulled me back to lay beside him on the bed. “How about a pause so we can both let our nuts refill our tanks…?”
We instinctively grabbed a pillow and got comfortable. He pulled a light cover over us just to take the edge off the cooling down that stillness brings. We weren’t the sort of men who cuddled, simply got comfortable with each other. He reached out to find something which controlled the lights not all the way to black but to that point where color disappeared leaving only shades of grey and black. I’m not entirely sure who started the kiss before sleeping but whoever, it was good.Â
Unlike Vegas, there was a clock in his room, I just had no need to pay attention to it. He was still asleep but the sort of sleep men such as ourselves need. He was on the ragged edge of wakefulness and the fact that I was here assured him he was as safe as he was likely to get. I’d noticed where the put his gun but there was no reason to believe I’d need it. Still, you always look both ways and then behind you. Especially behind you.Â
His was the sort of body I liked, sturdy, clearly strong, his muscles flowed into one another as opposed to something you get with a trainer and a gym. I was sure he could pop a bicep or a lat spread but there was no need. It was obvious that if he didn’t keep up with the clippers, he’d very quickly be a lot hairier than he was and there we parted. I had a good shag on my breasts with the area around my nipples shaved away; Sometimes I wore a steel bar in each one but not as often as when they were first holed. He had a fine looking cock which I anticipated feeling in me. Very carefully and slowly I just grazed the head to see if it would start hardening and it did. You could guess he didn’t get much of the sex he preferred, too busy meting out punishment fucking to whomever needed it. But that was not for tonight.Â
I lay back down, waiting for him to rouse and then I’d be there, pumped and plumped and ready for whatever he had in his perverted mind. At least I wouldn’t end up in a display case, my cock and balls neatly stuffed.Â
As I expected, and like myself, he came to almost immediately. No wondering where he was, what time, that sort of shit, he knew all that and was ready to deal with what might be next. And that was me.
“Sleep well? Dream? Something you can tell me?”
“I saw you in my dream, quietly sitting on the edge of the bed softly playing with yourself with one hand, my gun in the other. I knew I was safe that we would defend each other until….” He leered. “We end up in the trophy case.” I smiled at him. Yep, that was how it would be. For all the pleasant talk there was a purpose in it, a goal, a necessity. He got up, went to a bureau and took out a large, well made wooden box.Â
“For you.” He opened it and there were the cuffs, the manacles, the hooks, the collar and, under that layer, the chains.
“Beautiful collection. Custom?”
“Um, Italian wood and German steel. Would you like to try them on?”
I held up my wrists on which he snapped the beautifully chased steel cuffs. The manacles were next, the collar which was screwed down and finally, lifting the first layer, the chains, neatly coiled and held in place by leather clips. He took one out, allowed me to handle it. Not large but strong.
“What’s the rated breaking point?”
“Eight hundred pounds per chain”, as he slipped on into the loop on the side of the cuff. “Each one, all together, they could comfortably lift a light truck.”
“I’m going to gag you now.” He took what looked to be a horse bridle and slipped it into my mouth, making sure my teeth fit in the places for them. Then quick work of my ankles and the other wrist. As I’d expected, there were hooks under the edge of the bed and, something you didn’t find too often, a handle on each one for individual tightening.
He took another wooden box and opened it. Held it up. The cock confinement cage with the smallest of sharp points on the inside. Before that, a sound, with a cap on top which, I assumed, could be turned to allow infinitesimally small knives to dive into your cock and hold it so staying erect was to your benefit. My balls were between two thick sheets of steel that could be tightened together with a simple screw that went through both panels.Â
The chains were in place, my cock had been held prisoner both inside and out, the cage over that went around the corona holding the cock head out, ready for whatever. My balls? I was surprised. He rigged a saline drip and sank the needles one in each side of the scrotum then sat back to watch the liquid fill them until they were some size that he wanted then would be squeezed down, the inflated nut sack seizing with pain from, first, the interior pressure of the saline then additional grief when it was forced to try and put two ovoid balls in smaller square holes.
It was time.Â
He presented his crotch to me, held my head up and put his already stiff member in my mouth over the bit in the bridle. All I could do was suck, no tongue, no lips, just suck. It was enough for him as he looked at the prize he’d caught in his net and was now to receive whatever he wanted.Â
The entry was very slow, almost painfully slow as I felt his cock head, like a curious snake, see if this was a hole it could use. With no clock to watch, and why would I?, it took an excruciatingly long period for him to get established and then another period of time as he used his hands to excite me and increase my pain threshold. I knew there would be blood drooling from my cock but I expected that, also expected him to find that a delicacy he could not resist licking up.Â
The feeling of having a man whom I respected and who respected me fucking me, complete with heightened pain and pleasure was an intense psychological experience which I knew he wanted it to be. This was the final key to him, to what he did, with whom he wanted to do it. He would not threaten me with anything, just demonstrate what was there to happen and also to suggest to me that this was something of what he wanted. We were so fucking well matched, we could almost meld our bodies into one another and be one person., a very frightening person beyond the social skills. The question, “May I show you my collections” was a precursor to joining the collection at the loss of their masculinity. Now that I was being bred to him, only one final act remained and that was the reverse, when he was bred to me.
He knew how to make his meat an organ to be played, pumped up and down, I could feel the veins on the side of his cock. His head was not yet completely in but it was creeping on down dragging the pain of the deep fuck and breeding with it.Â
He said nothing, his body was an oratory of sensuality, pain and promised exaltation of pleasure. He wanted a man who didn’t just let him  fuck him, but a man who insisted that he fuck him, give him pain make him realize that this was the canvas of both our lives just now only visited on me. He knew and expected something from me. Similar? Well, that wasn’t known as we were dealing in this moment with another to come.
I could feel the softness of his cockhead reach bottom then curl up to make sure it was centered under my prostate. Now came the heavy fucking, the pressure each time that drove me down, made my chains almost stretch. It was brutal, agonizing and the work of a master. He would alternate between deep stroke and short, hard strokes. Neither of us had even evidenced that we were ready to cum, just preparing for the next set of demonstrations between two men this being his time.Â
There was  a long pause and a whisper in my ear, “Now we shoot together.” He was at my ass like a pole vaulter sticking his pole in the notch to perfect his rise and fall. They were heavy, deep strokes that didn’t stop just roared on until I knew we were both there.Â
We both screamed in pain and exultation. The sharp points in my cock plunged in as my sperm passed over them and rocketed out. Each of us had two back to back loads and then…..it was over. He lay on me, whispering his pleasure, his gratitude, his desire to not just mate with me but blend our two selves. One last thing. I’d seen it but forgot it. A silver handled short whip with small steel balls tied into the end of the chords. Ten lashings and I knew I was bleeding, I could feel the warmth as it slithered over my sides, the blood outlining the side of my six pack. When he finished, he quickly removed the cage and the sound from my prick. Took off the collar which had really served no purpose save to give him the feeling of collaring me; We both knew that was not to last.
He knelt beside me and wept with pleasure and acceptance of me as one of our men. Through the bit I mumbled if he would allow it, let me lay there as I was, in the dark with him on top of me licking the blood on my back.Â
After a time in which I’d made a survey of what and when and how things would play out I was sure of Mico just as he was sure of me.
“Can I sleep chained?” I could see the question almost killed him with enthusiasm.
“Yes.”
“Will you tighten them down?”
“Yes.”
“Will you sleep near me?”
“Yes”
“Will you remove the bit and bridle?”
“Yes”
“Will you whip my cock in the morning?”
He was stunned. It was the last thing I could offer beyond which there were no proofs necessary. I was in the circle of men who lived for pain and pleasure but with an elegance and civility that belied their individual pleasures.
“Will you answer a question for me? I’ve always heard about Shadow, the best Torpedo there was and then…he, you, went away. To that ranch.”
I wished just then I could look him in the eye, hold his face in my hands…”A torpedo…the ranch was where I was sent by someone to be toughened up, take the emotion from me, learn to do what I already did but better, remorselessly. Am I or was I a torpedo? Reframe the question, ask me if I’m your torpedo and I can answer you.”
He was staggered. Almost no one person had a torpedo that was their partner, associate, available only to them. “Shadow, are you…my torpedo?”
“If you want me to be.”
“I want you to be.”
“Settled, now get very comfortable and then turn out almost all the lights, leave just enough on so we can see each other, protect each other….love each other.”
And I was immediately asleep.
The night or perhaps it was part of day and part of night, to men such as Mico and myself, it made no difference. Sleeping chained was what I wanted. It eliminated any tossing about, rearranging pillows, you were racked as you were and the best, the only thing to do was sleep. No fears, locked in and protected by not only  real things but reputations that argued against disturbing us wherever we were and whatever we were doing. I slept deeply and without dreams.Â
When I wakened, Mico was sitting in a comfortable chair watching me. I opened my eyes and he was immediately on me with his whip but one without the pieces tied on the ends. He waited a few minutes after he had finished and my breathing had returned to normal. Without asking, he produced the wooden box for the tie down things and remove all of them from me. If you’ve ever been in one position for a long time you know your body isn’t ready to jump and run. Blood needs to flow, muscles need to recontact their nerves. In general your body has to wake up also, it just takes longer than your mind.
He gently rolled me over, held me, carefully and kissed me. “What if I took you in my arms to the shower and we spent some time there just enjoying the warmth, letting you come back to me…..”
“Do you want to carry me?”
“Yes, very badly, I want you to feel my protection in an intimate way. Someday you’ll probably do the same for me. After all, I have a reciprocal agreement with you….”
I gave him a soft, promising smile. “Yes, yes you do and I look forward to it as much with as much pleasure and anticipation as I’ll look back on your accepting me just now.”
We were in the shower a very long time. Muscles of mine appreciated the warmth and the humidity, I could feel their agility coming back.
“I could make arrangements for us to have a really good massage, like that?”
“Not here…surely.”
He laughed that laughed that said I’d read it correctly, not here. Apart from a very few men, no one came here.
“Mico, I believe I’d rather stay in for a while. We need to talk, get to know one another, exchange information that we both need, better done now at the beginning so as things go along, there’s a foundation that we do not need to revisit to put in another brick that was left out before. But before anything, how about a cup or two of coffee?”
“Shit, I wanted some myself.” He picked up a phone, punched in a number spoke quickly and demandingly then turned to me. “Give it a few minutes, for you, only the best.”
“And I will say the same to you. Only the best.” We smiled at each other for to us, the best was not always what a contemporary meaning might be.Â
Naked and sitting in a very comfortable Eames chair, I had to return to admiring the shell collection. He could see I admired it and was pleased that I found in it what he found. The shells, prisoners of the sea, now removed, polished and allowed to show themselves to those who found them beautiful.
Mico heard a tone, went to the door, opened it and came back with a tray. As he’d asked for, coffee, juice, croissants and something else, something unexpected. A testicle. I’d eaten them before, both from men and beasts but this was an odd addition to breakfast.
“Fuck, I don’t want that, not now. They think they can please me by second guessing me and they’re almost always wrong. “
“Almost?”
“They know what the penalty for failure is” he stuck his thumb over his shoulder and pointed at the collection cabinet.
“Always that? I would have thought they’d have to, uh, earn there way into your collection. A fault here, a mistake there…..”
“Fuck ’em, doesn’t matter.:” And then he was a gentleman again. Pouring coffee, offering cream and sugar, a plate with some paddled butter and warm, flakey croissant. In this really handsome room, a handsome man offering another handsome man very good things. Day and night but…that’s how it is with us. I wondered idly how Ano had fared. Didn’t much care but he was my way of getting the car back to the estate so he couldn’t be too messed up. I mentioned that.
“Why does it have to be cheeks? Couldn’t you return it? They know you….might be an amusing jaunt, we’ll get cleaned up, rest a bit, outfit you and find you something you need then take a run out to their home. Can you get me in?”
“As long as I call ahead and let security know, all’s well. The Burlings both insisted I use their pool and made a note that I could so….bringing a friend. There’s no problem. What about Cheeks?”
“I doubt if he’s up to swimming.” We looked at each other and laughed.
I was still tired, said so and immediately Mico insisted that I crawl back in bed and rest. No point in resisting. He asked to give him a couple of minutes and why not?
He extended his hand and while he didn’t help me up as I needed to be helped, it was meant as the hand from whom help would come if I needed it. The reverse was equally true and he knew it. First surprize of the day was to find the bed stripped and changed, his handiworik and it was the sort of intimate gesture that spoke volumes by its simplicity. One arm around my shoulder, he guided me to the edge of the bed, let me lay down, squirm around to get comfortabe then he leaned over, put one hand under my neck, slightly raised my head, kissed me then drew the covers llghtly over me. He let me choose the darkness setting and quietly went out. I think I lasted long enough to hear the door be quietly closed.
The best sleep is after you’ve had a really good fuck and whatever made it great for you. Asked to pick the one or two elements of my time with Mico and I wouldn’t be able to do it but I did know that it was a rare experience, not one you could create but one that just takes the elements involved and heightens them. It helps if you genuinely like the person as I liked him. And on that thought, I went to sleep.
Four in the afternoon or so said the clock when I wakened to find myself alone in the bedroom. No Mico. Not in the collection room or the bathroom. Whatever he was doing, he must being enjoying himself or he’d run into business that needed his attention. We’d never bothered to exchange any information so calling him was out. Wouldn’t have done it anyway. I assumed I was locked in but more for security than to restrain me from leaving so I had some time, maybe, to do what amused me. First, a nice, long productive jerk in the shower then, using what I found of his toiletries, a shave, clean toothbrush, got my hair brushed-I did that once a day, whatever happened thereafter was up to God. I wasn’t happy about going through his things but….I also didn’t want to sit around in a bath robe so…into this closet I went. He had good taste, my taste actually, so finding something wasn’t difficult plus we were close in size, so close we could have swapped with no alterations. I found a soft, well worn pair of 501’s, some athletic socks, a zip front light weight hoodie and that was all I needed. Oh, and a jock, you never knew and if you were wearing one, that was one area not to worry about.
There were some left overs from breakfast-I decided against the testicles-plus a bit of drawer and door opening revealed a wet bar fully stocked with all the basics. Snagged a bear, hit the Eames chair, turned on the TV and was ready to relax and see what happened next.Â
Pat and Vanna were just walking out on Wheel of Greed when Mico came through the door carrying a lot of packages and a large bag and wearing a look of concern. “Shadow?”
“Here”
“You already, buddy, I am so sorry, never thought it would take me this long and I got…..”
I smiled, put a hand up, “Skip it, I get the idea, I’m fine, good sleep, good shower…good duds. Hope you like the way I look ’cause it all came from your closet. Sorry about snooping but I voted against the robe look.” I stood up to help him unload as well as give him an “I’m glad your back” hug.
“I bet you can do better than that….” He put his arms around me, kissed me then held me for a moment. It was a gesture that said lots and answered a question that had been wandering around my mind. This wasn’t going to be love but, better, a romance that could go on. Nice.
“Well, we blew today pretty effectively.”
“Couldn’t be helped, don’t think we’d change anything, certainly I wouldn’t, just to have some time this afternoon. Besides, I like it here, like the lighting, the shells the thought of other collections, this is a very comfortable room and I made myself comfortable. Get you a drink? I found the bar.”
Mico laughed. “What are you having, something I might like?”
“Bourbon neat, I’m a sipper when it comes to liquor.”
“Sounds good to me. Hey, want to see what I bought?”
I made the drink, which was dead simple, one glass, add Bourbon, drink fixed. I sauntered over to him.
“Uh, could I ask a favor? I’d like to put these on you before you see them just as flat pieces of cloth……so would you….?
“Strip? Peel? Shuck it off?” and I laughed..”Sure, I like surprizes and you’ve worked hard to please…..us.”And looked at him. “True?”
He allowed a stupid grin…”Yeah, for us. I’m proud of my man and want to show him off…..”
“Just not with you….”
He was quiet. “No, not always with me, guess almost never. There are a few places….”
Considering I wasn’t wearing much that didn’t almost fall off, I was naked before he could finish his sentence.
“Close ’em and…..first look.:
I felt a jock being pulled on as well as a fabric holster inside my thigh. Some pants, nice, good material, a belt was threaded through, a cotton shirt buttoned and pulled down to be anchored by the jock. Pants were buttoned up, the belt closed then he had me sit down. I was handed a pair of socks and some boots with fairly high tops. “Okay, stand up, let me turn you toward the mirror…..”
It was a fascinating combination of fashion and conservatism. The pants were printed with a very faint camouflage print in muted greens and browns. Really stylish and very chic. The button front and the jock gave me a nice but not overdone bulge. The shirt was a very light brown with epaulets, and, if they were rolled down, double buttoned cuffs. But, the way it looked best was if the cuffs were given what I call a policed roll which took them up to just under my elbows. Two more things. Around my neck a heavy gold chain and in a velvet box, a gun such as the one I wanted.
“Well?”
“Jesus, this is great Mico, I’m not dressed to thrill but it’s noticeable. The pants are…I’ve never seen anything like them. The boots…”
“..have a place to store…things also got a boot knife, neither show.”
“One more thing. Close ’em”. I could feel and smell what it was. “Okay, look.” It was a magnificent leather coat, double breasted and below my knees. Not shiny but had the look of luxury. I turned, took his face in my hands and kissed him. “Mico, we have to go someplace tonight, I’m guessing I’m not the only one who has a new outfit”
He didn’t exactly smirk but….I could tell I was right.
“There are places….I’d have to call, see what’s shaking, who’s likely to be there…you know. The two of us together will be noticed and commented on.”
“Out of town? We’ve got the ‘Vette….and the limo…..could you produce a driver?”
He began to light up. “‘A driver. Easy. The guy who drives me.” I could watch him think this through. “Yeah, a road trip, stay over night someplace….Shadow, that is one fucking good idea.”
“Where?”
“Whatever way the traffic isn’t going, that’s where.”
I laughed, kissed him again, this time with more ardor which, I could tell, was going to light him up.
“Maybe I should slip out of these….just for now.”
“He looked like a school boy caught with his hand almost in the cookie jar. He hadn’t planned on this diversion but….”
A couple of hours later fucked, showered and shaved again, we were both back in our new clothes. He got hold of his driver and I got the rental car place to release the limo to the driver, in uniform, who would call for it. And, yes, he would have papers to authenticate himself. Didn’t take long to produce those, in this age of printers that can almost do cash, documents, particularly ones for presentation to an unfamiliar and not well educated person, didn’t need to be good enough to pass at a bank.Â
“What about cheeks?”
Mico almost fell over with sudden laughter. “Lets go to the tape.” He was so amused that he had difficulty getting it on then finding what he wanted. Again, Ano/Cheeks was spread out on a padded surface, Â only his arms held him. I remembered that Mico had given him, as a present. to the guys on chains in the kitchen. Now unchained and with a treat in front of them, there was a rush to be first in line although that fell apart quickly. It was the sort of sexual encounter that was only interesting if you were there. We watched for a few minutes the clicked it off. He would walk and chew and shit again, just not for a while.
A tone rang indicating the car was waiting. Only thing I hadn’t gotten was a pair of gloves but I found those in  my coat pocket. My friend was attached to my leg and Mico, mostly in navy, looked smart but together we looked….tough in a sensitive way, men you deferred to. Those who knew, knew better than to do more than be gracious as we would be gracious. In short, you wanted to be like us just not with us.Â
His driver-another Italian-why was I not surprised-looked the part to perfection. Well polished black boots that stopped below his knees, tight fitting pants, a tunic, with a turned up collar and a white round collar beneath that. He was introduced as ‘Cello who clicked his heels and kissed both our hands. In the back seat, it was interesting to face forward. Mico admired the security features of the car, particularly the windows which seemed every day but were bullet proof. He put up the glass between us and Cello to tell me that, at our pleasure, Cello was a service tool with many talents. A former Formula One race driver, he’d shot, but not killed, another driver and that was it as far as his racing career. His hot temper continued to get him in scrapes of differing levels of trouble until a relative, who owed Mico a favour, presented him as a token of respect carefully castrating him to make sure his hormones would stop some of the raging. He was sometimes used as muscle and a good, taut, nasty street fighter.Â
We had decided to head North for no particular reason other than it was the drive with the least traffic and somewhat attractive scenery.
 in that there were, littered among the suburbs, patches of fields and trees.Â
“Cheeks used to talk about you, just never figured you were Shadow. He told me there was a man who loves you but is too dumb to do anything. Right?”
“Maybe. Nice guy, so in awe of his parents, well educated, attractive and I’d have him as a partner IF…..” and paused.
“Jesus, IF what? You’re killing me here.”
“If he knew more about life in general and sex in particular. “
“So turn him out or get someone to turn him out, I can give you some names….”
“He has to want it, he gets taken down and used, even carefully, and there goes any chance. I think he wants me but….he doesn’t know how to get there. He’s a sweet guy, you’d like him, you’ll meet him when he and his family get back from Buenos Aires….”
Mico was silent, thinking. As was I about Corey and that I really did want him but not in the mansion, not with a chip in his neck, not with his innocence almost palpable.
He rolled down the window then told Cello to turn back to the city. Subsequently he occupied himself with is phone and, as a courtesy, I moved to one of the jump seats to give him some privacy. In these times, people on phones is the norm but I still feel a bit odd about hearing conversations that aren’t meant for me although the great bulk of them would gag a goat they were so boring. And, when you find out one phoner is speaking to the phone held by the person next to him……
“Get back here”, he smiled as well as said. “Okay, all set up, you leave tomorrow late afternoon for Argentina.”
I looked at him in dumb confusion.
“You’ve got a passport, don’t you?”
“Yeah, a diplomatic one arranged by Mr. Burling when he was Secretary of State Burling.”
“That should get you through security quickly enough.”
I thought about this. “Mico, you’re nothing but a hopeless romantic, you know?”
“Yeah, well, Shadow, I want this for you just like you gave yourself to me. That’s bond that doesn’t get broken but…you know we cannot be together…..very often. /doesn’t matter, we’re a bound pair, you and me. We go down together….if we go down. You know those two plastic boxes? The ones that may be waiting for us?
I smiled. “Do they take ’em when you’re living or when you’re dead? My guess is living.”
“Yep, you and me, naked, scalpel or scissors or a knife…I’ll show you sometime, where they were cut, gives you a good idea as to what was used. You got a preference?”
“Guillotine”
He roared with laughter. “Two of em, side by each, facing each other, hands and ankles chained. We’d wink at each other knowing, however it was ending, we had a great ride.”
I was silent as I knew that but…Argentina? I was wandering through an unfriendly garden of things and ideas, some of which needed to be pruned and some of which needed to be destroyed.
“I need to go home and pack.”
“Nope, I won’t let you and you know why? Cuz you’d show up the little grey wren when you need to be something of a peacock. I’ll fix that, get you a new haircut, luggage clothes….my treat. Fuck, you even got the limo to take you to the airport.”
“I, uh, I don’t suppose you’d like to see me off?”
He took my face in his hands then kissed me. “I’d like that but it’s better if we’re apart. That diplomatic passport and me….some might begin to wonder about you. You do remember you’re my torpedo and I’ll hold you to that.”
“I signed up, it’s what I do and really do well. Proud to be yours, proud to have you as my man, you’ll always come first regardless of what I pick up in Buenos Aires.”
We both sat back as the car rolled into the city.
I didn’t know that shops would open at midnight, barbers would cut your hair around the same time, a manicurist would show up…massage while things got altered. A luggage store was almost broken into when Mico saw the cases he wanted me to have.
Far more clothes than I even owned. From the skin out, up and down, even a hat-I’d never worn one save for a ball cap that proclaimed my allegiance to a team I’d never heard of. There was a pause while things were worked on, sizes were checked, shirts that had been in cases for display were taken out, laundered and folded then put in blue paper bags to prevent wrinkling. Ties, three pair of shoes plus what I was wearing which I suggested I could wear on the plane. Mico’s  answer was that it didn’t look “first class”. It took me a while but I realized he was living this for him through me. Once I knew that, I gave myself over to letting him decided and undecided, think one color then reject it. There was a moment when I wondered if he could pull it all together in time to get me on the plane. When the storm finally died down there was an edge of light on the horizon and we were both exhausted.Â
Stripped and in bed he rolled toward me and asked…..I looked at him, took his head in my hand then took his other head in my hand and rolled over. He was sensitive, slow, anxious to please us both. His running commentary was about how he realized he loved me and what I meant to him. He took some little while and, when he was finished, I quickly rolled him back so I could lick the good cream he still had in him. “Later…I want you to take me….” After that…. we rapidly drifted away for how ever long we would sleep.
It was noon, four hours before I had to be at the terminal and, when he opened the door to have the tray with coffee, rolls and the rest of what the kitchen staff thought we’d like, there were boxes and a set of luggage. Each handle had a steel plate on a chain that had my name and the Burlings address. Also on the reverse of the tags was the seal of the United States. We struggled with food, coffee, a tray and moving every thing inside; Neither of us wanted the access doors open for very long.Â
I moved the edibles to the comfortable place where you faced the sea shells while he opened things to make sure everything he had purchased was there. Must of been for he came over and slumped into a chair seemingly satisfied. “Only thing left is to bag it up and off you got.” He lowered his eyes and repeated….”off you go.”
“Mico, this can all stop right now, I don’t have to go anyplace except back in your bed with you. You fixed all this so it’s your call, what you need to say is, ‘Shadow, stay with me’ and that’s what will happen. Do you think I want to leave you? Okay, so I’ll get Corey but he’ll never be my man, he’ll just think he is and that’s fine, it’s more than enough for him. I can make him happy and, I don’t know how I’ll do it but I’ll get his parents to accept this, think it’s really a good idea after all. And through all that, every fiber of my body belongs to you just as yours does to me. So, pick. Stay or go.”
He looked at me, smiled, and said , “With a proposal like that, you gotta go so you can come back and we can go on.”Â
Watching his naked body move about the room was like watching an animal who knows where he’s going and isn’t hurried to get there.
He handed me a sack that had a long, velvet box in it.
“Sort of a going away gift. There’s twenty thousand dollars, all clean money, all you have to do is tell customs, and show them you’re taking it with you. The box, just somethings I want you to have to remember me. ” There was a watch, magnificent, easy 75 k and a gold chain bracelet.”
“You wear them on the same wrist. The watch is mine….didn’t have time to get engraved to you., The cash is so you don’t have to sign many things, the bracelet is our reminder of each other.” From another sack he took another box which had a bracelet just like mine.Â
“We got an hour….do you want to take me…..?”
I gave him a small shake of my head…”No, no not now. When I come back. Deal?”
He smiled. “Something to look forward to when you get home.”
“We have a couple of things need to be cleared up. The cars? The ‘vette goes back to the rental place and I can tell you where the limo is parked, not, fortunately, on the estate. Uh, cheeks. “
“I think he’s going to have to hand in his resignation, seems for the best doesn’t it.” He got up, opened a drawer and pulled out an empty plastic cube. “What’s your vote?”
“Well, he did us one favor, got us together but….he can be jangle jawed. Want to wait until I get back? We might like to do this as sort of a welcome home present.” Mico smiled and put the cube back but took out two more, larger.
” Ours?”
“Ready and waiting. I’ll carve our names on them so whoever will know what goes where.:” We both laughed.
“I know you want to pack me…” There was a boyish smile. “I’ll take the part of the bed you’re not using and just rest, get up, shower, shave and then you can surprise me with what I’m going to wear. Check the weather down South?” And laid down.
He came around the bed, hugged and kissed me and I was off to sleep.Â
An hour later we were in the shower, he was making sure I was clean-I hadn’t done anything to get dirty but being it felt good. As promised, when we were drying off, my new haircut fell into place, wash and wear hair. Got a good shave-he cringed at the sight of the straight razor- and then it was time to get dressed.
From the skin out, a grey jock with my initials in black on the pouch, knee high socks, great shirt with a pin collar and simple bow knot cufflinks, smart looking tie, Hermes I thought, the suit, English double breasted in grey, good black Blucher toed dress loafers, the watch the chain wound around it….I turned to him for his approval. He smiled and just to exhibit his authority over my clothes, pulled a sleeve just a bit further down. The luggage was packed, my top coat and hat were on top and…I was ready.Â
We stood there, looking at each other, no conversation, none needed. There was a tone which meant the car was ready and someone would be to take my things and put them in the trunk. They did and we were alone in the room. We just looked at each other, finally reaching out for the deep hug and kiss. I saw a tear in his eye and then another.Â
Walking to the car, the last time anyone went to Argentina, there were a few tears in a mans eye. Not the person I’d just left, but the one I was going to. There was no looking up to see if he’d be at a window if not waving then watching but I knew he’d have it all on video.
Cello opened the door for me, kissed my hand, allowed me to get in, closed and locked the door then got behind the driver’s seat. There was hardly a noise as we rolled away from fate and into the future.
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