Who Wears the Pants in the Family?

By Keegan Kennedy

Published by Kennedy-Empire Media

Copyright March 2014

Cover Design by Krista Cochran

Edited by J. Sami Harvey

Email Sami at jsamiharvey@gmail.com

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This book is a work of fiction.  Places, events, and situations in this story are purely fictional.  Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is coincidental.

The opinions and comments made by the characters are not necessarily indicative of those of the author, Keegan Kennedy, the publisher, Kennedy-Empire Media or the e-Book platform from which this work was published.

Table of Contents:

Who Wears the Pants in the Family?

About the Author

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Who Wears the Pants in the Family?

Had my mother been right all along? Should I have married a nice Italian girl?

I walked into the 20th Avenue Bensonhurst Fire Station with the weight of the world on my shoulders.

It had all gone down just before a twenty-four hour shift at the firehouse. My boy and I had gotten into it like nobody’s business. In the three years that we’d been getting it on, we’d never blown up at each other like this. Actually, up until a few weeks ago, my boywife minded me better than he’d ever minded his dad. Things had gotten so fucked up in such a short period of time that I had no clue what to do to fix it.

With my ex-wife, Denise, I’d always gotten out of the dog house by buying the bitch flowers or some kind of shit like that, but how in the hell was I to get back into the good graces of the hot bottom boy who’d been sucking my cock and giving up his ass to me for three years?

Finn and I were married, after all. I was the husband and he was the wife—err—boywife as I called him. Did the same rules apply? Was I supposed to apologize? Should I wait for him to swallow his pride? I was totally lost.

Saying that the firehouse was the absolute last place that I wanted to be would’ve been an understatement.

“Yo, Mancini, why the long face?” Chief Rossi asked, heading back to his office with a cup of coffee. “Your boy not give ya any pussy today?”

“That ain’t it, Chief.” I shrugged. “I wish it was that simple.”

Chief Bruno Rossi was in his fifties with graying black hair. Italian like me, he was swarthy and thick, with brown eyes and olive skin. Although he was almost my old man’s age, the chief had a killer bod for an older dude.

Clearly seeing the shitty mood I was in, he asked, “Wanna talk about it, kid?”

“Yeah,” I replied reluctantly. “Guess it can’t hurt to get some good advice.”

“Come into my office,” my boss motioned with a nod of his head.

With slumped shoulders, I followed him into his private office and he shut the door behind us.

A year ago, when Finn and I had gotten married, it shocked the entire firehouse––and most of Bensonhurst. The boy and me being outed in a public way caused a few surprises at my job…

After the initial shock, most of the guys never blinked an eye about me having a boy. Lucia Sanchez had come out as a lesbian, revealing that she had a female partner of ten years. And most importantly, Chief Rossi revealed that he’d been in a long-term relationship with a guy named Bruce, who was in his thirties. Behind closed doors, Bruno confided in me that he and Bruce’s relationship had the same dominant and submissive side to it as my own relationship.

As we sat down, I realized that it made sense to talk to Chief Rossi because we sort of had the same thing going on in our private lives.

“Mancini, what the fuck’s wrong?” He asked, taking a sip of coffee through his teeth. “Start at the beginning.”

I looked up at him and sighed. “I’ve known Finn O’Malley his entire life,” I began.

The chief interrupted me. “You’re starting all the way back then?” He asked irritably.

“Yeah,” I countered. “Ya said start from the beginning.”

He groaned. “Yeah, I did…” He looked like he wanted to backtrack on his offer to be a sounding board for me, but the chief spat, “Go for it.”

“Well,” I began again. “My family and The O’Malley’s have lived next door to each other in adjoining brownstones off of New Utrecht Avenue since before I was born. Ya see, The O’Malley’s are Irish…”

“I’d have never guessed that one,” Chief Rossi deadpanned, taking another sip of his coffee.

Noting his sarcasm, I glared across the desk at him. “Anyway,” I continued. “Since they’re Irish and my family’s Italian, but we’re all Catholics and went to mass at St. Mary’s. So, two families had never been closer.” I paused. “Well, I’m the oldest of ten kids and Finn’s the youngest of eight.” I paused again, thinking back. “I played football with two of Finn’s older brothers, and Finn grew up being best friends with my youngest brother, Dominic. Since there was a twenty-year age difference between me and Dominic, I’d moved out on my own already just after he and Finn from next door were born.”

Chief Rossi shook his head. “That’s a whole lotta kids running about.”

“Yeah, it’s a crowded street… Over the years, when I stopped by my folks’ house for dinners and holidays, I’d never thought too much of Finn. All I knew about him was that he was a pretty kid with the blond hair. Hell, I just saw him as another brat running around the neighborhood… In the meantime, I became a firefighter and married Denise Marchesi from over on 65th.”

“You were married to Denise?” My boss asked, scowling.

“Yeah.”

“She’s a bitch!”

“I know that—now.” I exhaled. “After six years of hell, Denise and me split up, but I did get two beautiful daughters out of the deal. Believe me; I couldn’t have been happier when we got divorced. Sure, I missed my girls, but I was totally pumped about my future without that griping ball and chain. I was thirty-five, in the best shape of my life and was a free agent again.” I smiled faintly. “I was so glad to be away from Denise that I let her and the girls have the apartment, so I moved back in with my ma and my old man, crashing in the basement until I got a place near here.”

I looked over at Chief Rossi and his brown eyes were narrowed and fixed on me.  

“Living at my folks’ house again wasn’t that bad. With only my sixteen-year-old brother, Dominic, still living with the parents, it wasn’t the madhouse it was when I growing up. I’m talking, delicious home-cooked meals and––unlike my ex-wife––my sweet ma washed my clothes, made my bed and cleaned up after me without complaining. So, the deal was pretty sweet!” I kept going… “I was a hundred percent faithful to my now ex-wife—pretty much.”

“Did ya bang some other broad or get serviced by some boy?” He asked.

“Nah, the stripper with the big tits that entertained at my bachelor party sucked me off the night before the wedding.”

“You were a good boy, Rocco,” the chief stated. “When I was married to Lorraine, I fucked anything with a pulse… Continue.”

“Well, I was excited to get back out there and gird my loins all over Brooklyn. Back in my twenties, being a fireman always got me laid. Seeing that I was even more pumped with muscle than the old days, I was chomping at the bit to get back out onto the bar scene so I could nail a long line of hot chicks without having to remember birthdays, anniversaries––or even their names.”

Chief Rossi laughed.

“But life had other plans for me… The first couple of weeks of living with the folks again was pretty uneventful. I enjoyed being spoiled by Ma, focusing on my job and doing a helluva lot of drinking with my buddies. Even though it was only me and Dominic living with the parentals, Finn O’Malley was a semi-permanent fixture in the house.”  

“Since Finn and Dominic had been best friends since they were able to walk, the boy spent most nights with Dominic, ate meals with us and was like a member of the Mancini family.”

“So, is this where you start bangin’ the boy?” my boss asked eagerly.

“Yeah, in a minute,” I shot back. “Do ya wanna hear all of this or not, Chief?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he sighed raggedly. “Let’s put a little speed on the story before I reach retirement, okay?”

“Well, over the years, Finn grew up into a beautiful kid. Both Finn and my little bro played baseball in junior high and high school and were tough little dudes. So, when all this started up, Finn was the same height as my youngest brother—five-foot-ten or so. He was smooth with a lean, athletic body, short blond hair and those killer baby blues of his. The O’Malley’s were mostly gingers with red hair and green eyes and my family was all dark-haired with brown eyes. Finn turning out blond was sort of unusual for our street.”

“I still say that Swedish mailman knocked up Patricia O’Malley,” the chief theorized. “Ya remember, Sven—the one that disappeared after trying to get out of his debt to Vinnie Degarmo, the bookie?”

I glared over at the older man. Clearly, I was boring him. At least he was listening, though.

“I couldn’t help but see that the boy was looking pretty damn sweet. At the time, I’d never gone that way, but I remember thinking more than once that Finn would’ve looked hot with his lips wrapped around my cock… Anyways, it wasn’t a week gone by that the kid started following me around like a puppy. I shrugged it off, thinking that it was ‘cause all his older brothers had moved on and he saw me as some substitute big brother.” I paused, smiling. “But man, oh man, did I find out otherwise...”

“I got a feeling that this epic saga is about ta get good.”

“Damn straight,” I started again. “One night—I think it was a Friday—I was out with Tony, Tony, Anthony and Salvador down at Frank’s Pub and Scratch-Off Lotto, and I came home as drunk as an Irish priest.”

Chief Russo laughed.

“With my head all spinning, I made my way down to the basement apartment where I was crashing… After peeling off my shirt over my chest and shoulders, kicking off my size 16 Adidas and shimmying out of my jeans, I fell asleep within seconds, on top of the covers.”

“Mancini!” He chimed in. “Those big smelly feet ‘a yours are 16s?”

“Yeah,” I replied, not sure what he was driving at. “I’m six-foot-four, after all. Anyways, at some point during the night, through my thick fog of sleeping off my drunk, I felt a wet pair of lips expertly sucking on my ten-inch, uncut dong.”

“Hell yeah, Mancini!” He prodded. “Finally, it’s gettin’ good!”

I couldn’t help but grin. “After moaning and groaning from the skilled mouth on my cock, my hands reached down to find soft, short hair instead of the long hair of the college chick that I’d been working over at Frank’s Pub. When I opened my eyes, I saw Finn bobbing up and down on my swollen pecker. At first, I strained to focus my eyes because I thought I was in the middle of some crazy, gay dream, but I wasn’t.

With those killer blue eyes locked on mine, the boy was nestled in between my beefy thighs working a little more of my cock into his wet mouth each time. When Finn managed to deepthroat every inch of my rod, I was finally hit with the reality of what was happening—my kid brother’s best friend was slobbin’ my knob!”

“Damn, the kid took all ten inches on the first swallow?” he marveled. “It took my Bruce a month to be able to deepthroat my nine inches.”

“Finn’s a natural, Chief,” I said, getting a mild stiff one in my uniform pants. Before I could get too carried away, though, Chief Rossi’s ugly mug 86’d my solidifying wood. “Even though I was three sheets to the fuckin’ wind, what the kid was doing to me felt damn good. I never even did as much as jerk off with another dude growing up, but those lips around my hog didn’t faze me a bit. In fact, I was like bewitched or somethin’ by those damn blue eyes of his.” I paused, remembering the hot visual. “I kept thinking… Shit! No chick has ever managed to swallow all ten inches… So, I didn’t stop Finn O’Malley from giving me the best head of my life.” I grinned. “Seeing that pretty boy enjoying my big cock so much got me even hotter! It wasn’t long ‘til I blew my load down his throat, and the kid swallowed every drop, man, and he didn’t let a single bit escape from those lips ‘a his.”

The older guy had a slightly dazed look on his face. “Damn, Mancini, your boy is a natural. Ya got you one hot little cocksucker in your bed!” He took a sip of coffee. “So, when ya got home all drunk… Had Finn been waiting on ya or somethin’?”

“Finn was sleeping over with Dominic, and he heard me stumbling around downstairs.”

“Man, oh man! So, what did ya do after ya shot?”

“I grabbed him under his arms and pulled him into the crease of my chest. Holding onto him like a ragdoll, I passed out, but that wasn’t the end of it. During the night, he blew me three more times without even touching his own dick. Finn was so into pleasing me that he didn’t even cum.”

“The sign of a true submissive…”

“No shit,” I shot back. “That’s why I didn’t let go of him, man. Anyway, the next morning, I didn’t have one of those oh shit moments or any pangs of regret. Instead of freaking out that a boy had sucked me off, repeatedly, and I’d enjoyed the fuck out of it, I straight-up became obsessed with the kid.” I shook my head, recalling the way I felt and the way that I still felt about Finn. “I mean—he showed me this whole other side of myself that I never knew existed.”

“The demanding Alpha Male animal in ya?” Chief Rossi asked wisely.

I smirked at him. “Hell yeah! It don’t get any sweeter than that!” I paused. “From that morning on, me and the boy snuck off together at every opportunity, and he’d suck on my big cock. Within a week, I was fucking his ass, and the boy had the tightest pussy I ever had the pleasure of stretching, and it turns out that hot little pink slit of his was cherry…”

“Major score, Mancini!”

“Anyway, Finn opened this whole new world to me, and I shoved every inch of what I had up into that new world!” I paused. “It was like magic, Chief. This pretty blond boy was like a vision coming down from the sky with a halo. I learned more about heaven with Finn’s lips wrapped around my bone than I ever learned at mass.”

“I hear ya.”

“And that studly little jock with a secret submissive streak as big as the Hudson River could please a man in ways that my ex-wife never even dreamed!”

“You said your kid brother and your boy are the same age.”

“Yeah.”

“How long you been humping Finn?”

“Three years…”

“So, Dominic just turned 19, right?”

“Uh…” I stammered. “Yeah, let’s not do any math… I don’t wanna incriminate myself so I really don’t wanna give any more specifics, but I was tapping jailbait and we had to fly way under the fuckin’ radar.”

“Ya better not ever let Vince hear about that funny business,” Rossi warned. “His brother’s a cop.”

“Well, it’s ancient history now—like the Egyptians or MTV’s Laguna Beach… Before I moved out of my folks’ basement, I fucked Finn everywhere—from my truck, to the tool shed in the back yard, to an upstairs closet during a family dinner.”

“You and the kid like almost being caught, eh?”

“Yeah, a little.” I smiled. “After a few weeks of fucking in uncomfortable spots or waking up in the middle of the night to meet up with him, I got a place down the block to be closer to Finn. By this time, I’d fallen head over heels for him.”

“This story is longer than the Godfather Trilogy,” he griped. “Let’s wrap this up, Mancini…”

“Alright, it all came to a head on a stormy summer night. Shortly after Finn and Dominic’s high school graduation, we were still deep on the down-low. Two years into our relationship, Finn had pretty much ditched my kid brother, Dominic, to hang out with me all the time. The two of them never fucked around, but my brother was pretty hurt that his best bud ditched him for me, so he got jealous—and suspicious. On that summer night, Finn snuck down to my house, as usual, but this time, Dominic tailed him. Through the window, my brother watched as Finn had deepthroated my cock and I’d fucked him hard and rough over the arm of my sofa.”

“I bet that rocked Dominic’s world.”

“Yeah, it did. Of course, we didn’t know that we had an audience. We didn’t figure that out until the next week. Once a month my family and the O’Malley’s did a Sunday lunch together after mass, and that’s when Dominic decided to bust us out in front of both of our families!”
“Holy shit!” Rossi exclaimed.

“Holy shit was right, man… Not only did my kid brother tell everyone that we were fucking, he told them specifics. He’d referred to me as the dude and Finn as the chick.

My ma flipped, and my grandma passed out. Finn’s dad was so pissed that he turned over the whole dining table, knocking Ma’s meal all over the hardwood floor. Then, the old guy tried to fight me, but my two other brothers held him back, knowing that I’d kick his ass.” I shook my head. “A part of me knew that everyone was gonna find about what Finn and me had cookin’, but Dominic could’ve picked a better time to spill the shit on me and his best friend.”

“What happened then?”

“Surprisingly, my old man and Finn’s ma were real supportive. His ma thought something was up, anyway. All of my brothers and sisters were stunned, with the exception of Dominic, who called us fags. After my old man slapped him, everyone pulled themselves together, and for six hours, the boy and me faced both the Irish and Italian inquisitions in the living room at my folks’ house. I wasn’t sure if I was gay or what, but I was in love with the boy and he professed his undying love for me. Instead of insisting that we call it all off, my folks and his ended up treating the two of us like I knocked him up outta wedlock.”

Chief Rossi chuckled. “Really?”

“Yeah, so in a strained but firm declaration, my pa and Finn’s father demanded that I do right by him and marry him. I was shocked as fuck and so was Finn.” I paused. “That was right when the whole gay marriage thing became legal in New York. Anyway, I never envisioned me being married to another dude, but that’s what happened the following week. With the majority of both of our families witnessing the union, I married the boy, and he took my last name.”

The older guy smiled. “That’s kind of sweet.”

“But this ain’t been the happily ever after that I thought it’d be… We haven’t been married a year and things have become real tense over the last month or so. It’s not on me, though, I ain’t had no second thoughts. Shit, I love being married to Finn out in the open and I enjoy nailing my little boywife—two to three times a day—every day.”

“That sounds fuckin’ great, Mancini. What’s the problem?”

 “The problem is Finn.”

“What’s the boy doing?”

“At first, he was the perfect housewife, so to speak. While I worked and provided for the two of us, Finn kept our condo clean, washed our clothes, cooked my food, gave me nightly massages and gave up his ass and mouth to me whenever I wanted. I know it may sound a bit old-fashioned, but that’s what I wanted and he’d been happy and content to do as I told him and obey me like a submissive boy should. But, over the last few weeks, something’s changed. Finn’s become moody, irritable and distracted. My ex-wife used to get this way once a month, but I don’t think he has that PMS stuff—unless submissive bottom boys get it too, and I didn’t know about it.”

“Any weird or new behavior?”

“Finn’s been lax on running chores, doing our grocery shopping and he’s getting behind on his housework and I’m getting sick and tired of having to wear the same socks and underwear for three or four days in a row. Also, over the last couple of weeks, I can’t help but notice that our sex life has shriveled up like a dick in cold water. When we first started gettin’ it on, I’d fuck him all the time. Now, I’m lucky to get it once a week.”

“Maybe his ass is sore,” the chief remarked wryly.

“Shit… I hope not. But when a man gets used to spewing several loads a day, he can get blue balls if he suddenly has to go without.” I paused. “Also, Chief, Finn’s gotten to where he sits up playing online computer games to all hours of the night. Time and again, I ask him what’s wrong and if I did anything to upset him, but every time I ask him, Finn seems to be putting up more walls ta keep me out. But the last straw came last night…”

“What happened?”

“When I came home last night to surprise my boywife with a dozen roses and a reservation for dinner at his favorite restaurant, I caught him jerking off to fucking internet porn! I was furious! And we got into a huge yelling match—like me and Denise used ta get into. I asked him if he was fucking around on me and he swears to me that he’s not. But him whacking off to two other men fucking online is like cheating to me! Man, I was actually jealous and I can’t help but wonder what those two dudes got that I don’t. I’m totally bamboozled, chief. I know that I’m 38 and he’s just now 19, but what if I’m boring him or losing the energy to keep up with his sex drive.” I sighed deeply. “So, my balls aren’t the only thing that’s blue—so is my heart. Because honest to God, I love the boy more than anything, and I can’t imagine my life without him at my side…”

Chief Rossi gave me an appraising look. “That’s quite a story, Mancini.” He paused. “It had it all…” He killed the remainder of his coffee. “Drama… Family… Lust… Sex… Love…”

“Yeah, it’s been a journey, man. So, what do ya think? Ya got any advice for me?”

He nodded. “Let me ask ya a question or two first.”

“Okay.”

“How long ago did this shit start? I mean… How long ago did he start actin’ distracted and stopped minding ya?”

For a moment, I considered this. “Gotta say about four to six weeks ago. I don’t remember the exact date.”

“Don’t need it,” the chief continued. “Ya sure the boy ain’t been fuckin’ around on ya?”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Finn wouldn’t do that to me.”

He nodded again. “I think I know why your boywife started actin’ out.”

“Care to enlighten me?”

“Six weeks ago,” he began, playing with his mustache with his fingers. “Ya started the twenty-four hour shifts down here at the station, remember?”

“What would that have to do with anything?” I asked thickly.

He glared at me. “Ya don’t see the correlation, here? Since you two tied the knot, you were keeping the whole eight-hour shift thing. Now, you’re gone for like a whole day at a time… I think your boy is lonely, and he probably don’t even realize it.” He paused. “Pussyboys, like your Finn and my Bruce, are like puppies.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “Ya mean, like pissing on the floors and gnawing on shit?”

He laughed. “I say this to ya ‘cause you’re my friend, but stop being stupid! What I mean is that they need strict discipline, a schedule and a firm hand to keep ‘em in check. Ya disrupt their patterns and it throws ‘em off.”

“Makes sense.”

“Course it does!” He defended. “I’ve been dealing with pussyboys for twenty years and I know what I’m talking about. Since they take it up the ass and do all the wifey-type stuff, ya gotta think of them like chicks in a way. But unlike these women of today, ya gotta treat the boy like he’s a 1950’s housewife—keep the relationship real traditional.”

“Ya got a point.”

“I know I do!” He paused again. “You don’t plan on taking it up the ass from the boy, do ya?”

“Hell no!”

“So, who wears the pants in your little family there?” Chief Rossi asked.

“I do!” I said, getting fired up.

“Then, you need to go and show Finn who’s in charge!”

“How would I do that?” I asked.

He rolled his brown eyes and grumbled something to himself. “Mancini, I know you’re the man, but do ya ever tie your boy up, spank him?”

“No, I’ve never done it. I’ve slapped his ass when I’ve fucked him before.”

“Slapping an ass while fuckin’ it don’t count.” He shot me a wicked grin… “Well, sit back, listen and learn… I’m gonna teach ya how to lay down the law and show Finn, once and for all, that you’re the man in charge and that it’s his place to love, honor and obey!”

My one-on-one with Chief Rossi turned out to be very eye-opening.

Because he understood the urgency and was a cool-ass boss, he let me split after our talk. As he instructed, I made two stops before heading home—Larry’s Sporting Goods and Me-Love-You-Long-Time Adult Novelties and Video Store—and picked up the items on the list that I’d made during our talk.

So, after pulling my truck up in the garage, I unloaded the bags from the two stores and carried them toward the door from the garage to the kitchen.

Remember… I told myself. Be firm, be strict and be the boss…

From the garage door, I walked into the kitchen and put the bags down on the counter. The lights in the kitchen were off and there were no signs of life.  

“Finn!” I called out. I gave him a second and there was no answer. “Finn!”

Where the fuck is that boy?

Before I proceeded into the rest of the condo, I thought about Chief Rossi’s words. 

Show him once and for all who wears the pants in the family.

And that’s what I intended to do—right then and there.

I opened the bag from the sporting goods store, and I took out the coil of braided black nylon rope. The small coil contained twenty feet in length, so I un-spooled a piece of about three feet, took a knife from the block and sliced it off. I took a second piece about the same length and cut it off of the coil and then a third.

I hadn’t fucked around with rope since the Boy Scouts, and I hoped that I could pull this off successfully. In fact, I hoped I could pull off this entire thing. Rossi had reminded me that since I’m the man in the relationship, that I’d make a natural dominant top, as well. I just hoped that he was right. 

I tucked the three pieces of rope into the back pocket of my blue polyester uniform pants. Then, I remembered the device that the chief had told me to get… I opened the bag and took the package out.

“CB6000,” I read aloud. “Male chastity... This’ll stop Finn from stroking off to Internet porn and keep his focus on pleasing me––where it belongs!”

I opened the box and took out the pieces. I read over the directions… It came with a cock cage, a ring, locking pins, spacer cuffs and a small padlock and key.

This is some wild shit, but Chief Rossi said it works like a charm. I just hope that I’m able to put this on swiftly before Finn knows what the hell is going on.

After giving the directions a second glance, I put the paper in my other back pocket, deciding it was time.

I walked into the den; the TV was on, but still no Finn.

Knowing his haunt as of late, I walked down the small hallway of the condo to the open door of the spare bedroom, which we used as a computer room and a weight room. Of course, the boy was there.

“There you are. Why didn’t ya answer me?”

Sitting in the dark, Finn was on that damn computer playing that fucking game. Sitting there in only his briefs and blue and black Nike socks up to his calves, Finn didn’t even bother to look up or answer me because his eyes were glued to that bullshit game.

“Finn,” I said again.

Still, he didn’t answer.

“Finn!” I yelled.

“What?” the boy asked irritably in his deep voice, not bothering to look up from the monitor.

Anger built inside of me. “You will look up at me when I address your ass!” I thundered.

Finally, he did-- for a split second. “I thought you were at work!” He exclaimed acidly.

I exhaled through my flared nostrils. “Get off that fuckin’ computer; we need to talk!”

“Can’t...” He dismissed with me with a wave of his hand. “I’m in the middle of a raid... Trying to get my dragon mount.”

I felt my face burn...

Bending down, I yanked the plug-in to the computer out of the wall, killing the machine.

“Hey!” Finn screamed at me. “I was playing World of Warcraft!”

I grabbed him by his left bicep, pulling him out of the chair. “I don’t give a goddamn if you’re playing World of Warcraft, Red Rover or Monopoly! You will listen to me and do what I tell ya!”

“Rocco, you’re hurting me!” He winced.

I pulled him into my chest and wrapped my arms around him. “I don’t give a fuck!” I growled. “Today is the last of this rebellious bullshit! You’re gonna fuckin’ learn your place!”

For a moment, I felt like a father scolding his son.

In my arms, Finn bucked wildly against my hold. “What are you talking about? Let me go!”

“Oh, you’ll see what I’m talkin’ about soon enough!”

Since he’d only had on a pair of white briefs and the socks, his warm skin felt good in my strong grasp, but I wasn’t about to let the boy know that.

“I know you’re stronger than me, Rocco! What are ya trying to prove?”

“Shut the fuck up!” My hand went over his mouth.

“Mmmmpphhhh!” he mumbled with my right hand holding his mouth closed.

Although he was a strong kid, he was nowhere close to having my bulk or muscle mass, so I easily took control of his shorter, squirming body.

With his ass wiggling against me, I sprouted wood, and with my uncut ten-inch cock rubbing against him, I knew that I was on the right path that Chief Rossi had described, because I was already as turned on as fuck by taking control of him and I hadn’t even roped him up yet.

Pushing him forward, I shoved Finn out of the spare bedroom toward the master bedroom that we shared. As I forced him to move, I knew that he was panicked, but I was in the zone and didn’t feel like offering any damn words of comfort. His socked feet tried to gain traction on the carpeted floor of the hall and he attempted to use his shoulders and upper body to break my hold, but it wasn’t happening. I had him! This shit was going to happen…

When I managed to get him into our bedroom, I shoved him onto our king-sized bed on his stomach. In a flash, I had his wrists behind his back and I was tying them together with a piece of the rope that I’d stashed in my back pocket.

Finn turned his head to the right side. “Rocco, what are ya doing to me? Why are ya tying me up?” He asked with a fearful, trembling voice.

After triple-knotting his wrists together, I replied. “I’m about sick of hearing you talk, bitch!”

Leaving him with his wrists tied behind his back, I stepped over to a pile of my dirty clothes that he’d neglected to wash and grabbed a dirty pair of my ripe white no-show socks. My fingers also closed around the roll of white athletic tape that was sitting on top of our dresser that I sometimes used to wrap my bad ankle.

In a swift movement, I was on top of him and pressed my full weight down onto him. I shoved my balled up smelly socks to his lips.

Quickly, he comprehended what I was about to do to him and he closed his mouth tight and started shaking his head.

Of course, I was now so hard that my bone was throbbing in my work pants against his back.

“What’s wrong, boy?” I asked, menacingly. “Ya stop washing clothes for too long and ya end up getting gagged with your husband’s funky socks!”

I pushed them against his lips, but his jaw didn’t budge. Not letting up the pressure, I growled in his ear, “Fight me as much as ya want, ‘cause I can keep this up all day!”

With his mouth remaining closed, Finn was mumbling unintelligibly and wiggling his 155 pounds in vain underneath my 220 pounds. 

He was breathing hard through his nose and that gave me an idea. Using two fingers from my left hand, I pinched his nostrils closed, cutting off his air.

“You stubborn little cocksucker! Open that mouth, so I can gag you!”

Although he shook his head again, I knew it was only a matter of time before he was forced to open up those full, pink lips of his to let in some air.

Like I did sometimes when I was fucking him on his stomach, I opened my mouth and bit into the skin on the back of his neck.

He whimpered under me and gave up the battle, opening his mouth just enough that I could shove both of the dirty socks in between his lips.

“That’s it,” I growled, pushing in all of the soiled, smelly cotton into his wet mouth. “Take it, boy! I’m gagging you with my dirty socks, bitch!”

Before he could spit them out, I jerked the end of the athletic tape off of the roll. Swiftly, I started with a long strip across his stuffed mouth. I continued to wrap the tape around the back of his neck and around his head again. After a third layer, I ripped the tape and patted it down on his right cheek, making sure to hold those raunchy socks of mine in place.

“How do ya like that?” I asked rhetorically. 

“Errrrmmmmmppphhhhh!” Finn tried screaming into the gag. 

I rose up off of the bed, looking down at, not only at my swift rope work, but also my struggling boywife. 

Turning his head to the right, Finn glared up at me with a mixture of confusion, fear and anger in his eyes. 

And I was hard as fuck! This dominance stuff was really cranking my engines...

In one fluid move, I grabbed those white briefs of his, yanked them over Finn’s gorgeous bubble butt and flipped him on his back.

Those incredible blue eyes of his were filled with alarm. I knew him well enough to know that he was shocked and that he didn’t know what the fuck was happening.

I felt this overwhelming urge to comfort or reassure Finn, but I kept my face locked in a scowl, remembering that this was necessary. I had to assert my dominance and bring my boy back into line.

Despite the fact that he was jarred, his boy dick was stirring slightly—part of him was naturally responding to this treatment and my taking charge of him. Of course, I still had a rager in my pants.

Shooting him a mocking grin, I grabbed the back of his head and pulled at the nape of his neck. 

“Don’t go nowhere, boy!”

“Mmmmmppphhh!” He protested, shaking his head. 

“I won’t leave ya alone—all helpless and vulnerable—for too long...this time!” I growled. 

With my ten inches making it hard for me to walk, I rushed back down the hallway into the kitchen and grabbed the bag with the chastity device inside of it. 

Deliberately, I took my time and strolled back into our bedroom. I found Finn wiggling his arms behind his back, testing the strength of my knots. 

I stood above the bed that we shared every night and looked down on my hot boy. “Don’t be stupid, pussyboy!” I spat. “You’re my fucking prisoner and I won’t be untying ya until I decide that I want to!”

I tossed the plastic bag onto the bed beside him, and his eyes followed it. 

Having already opened the package and familiarizing myself with directions, I held the box my hand, letting him observe it.

“Ya see this?”

With his mouth full of my ripe, crusty gym socks, Finn looked up at me, narrowing his eyes.

“Of course, ya do,” I added sardonically. “Well, this little plastic contraption with the rings, pins and lock is gonna be part of your permanent uniform.” I paused. “For the foreseeable future...”

I took his smooth-shaven boycock into my fingers and pulled his smooth balls through the ring, separating his testes from his scrotum and hardening prick.

To discourage his little six-incher from getting hard, I squeezed his tiny sacked grapes, causing Finn to wince in pain and yelp into the gag.

“Not so fast, pussyboy! From now on, you gettin’ wood is gonna be a privilege that only I’m gonna allow ya to have!”

His already bewildered blue eyes looked even more confused.

With my fingers, I shoved the tip and shaft of his dick up into the clear, plastic cage portion of the CB6000. Since Finn wasn’t very large in the cock department, I’d been able to buy an extra small device to make sure that the boy could only get the slightest erection before his dick filled out the maximum occupancy limit of the unit. 

As I attached the rings and locking pins, I believed that the boy finally began to catch on to what I was doing to him—his own erection and ejaculations would be restricted to his own efforts.

“Mmmmppphhhh!” He mumbled into the gag, shaking his head... With pleading eyes, he jerked his head to the left and to the right. “Mmmmmmpphhhh!!!!”

I laughed. “What was that?” I mocked. “I couldn’t hear ya with your mouth full.”

Finally, after more assemblage, I snapped the small padlock on the device and locked it tight. Taking the key, I approached the dresser and spotted a small keepsake box. Quickly rifling through it, I found what I was looking for—a dog tag chain. I slipped the key to the padlock onto the steel chain. After hooking it the ends of the chain together, I put it over my head, letting it fall around my neck. Turning back to him, I pointed to the key on the chain dangling on the chest portion of my blue uniform shirt.

Towering above his bound body, I tugged at the chastity unit and then squeezed his balls. Satisfied with my work, I tapped on the plastic tube concealing his dick with my finger.

“You’re a smart kid, Finn,” I said, staring down at him with devilish smirk. “Too damn smart for your own good, if ya ask me... And I’m sick and tired of this fucking moody bullshit!”

“Mmmmppphhh!” He griped with strained eyes watching me.

“Shut up, boy!” I growled. “Your life, as you know it, is gonna change forever, kiddo… Remember, you took my last name and not vice versa.”  I leaned over him, letting my fingers run over his hairless abdominals and his sternum between his pecs. Suddenly, my fingers pinched the eraser-ends of his nipples, twisting them roughly and making Finn moan into the gag.

“You are the boy and I’m the husband!” I yelled, leaning over his gagged face. “From now on, you’ll do anything I say! You will obey me!” With my brown eyes locked onto his terrified blue ones, I continued as he breathed rapidly through his nose. “Ya see, I figured the problem and that’s this new fuckin’ work schedule of mine, and as the man in this marriage, I’m gonna step up and do my part.” I paused, gazing down at him wolfishly “But your life is going to change on a permanent basis... There’ll be no more computer bullshit, ‘cause I’m having the Internet shut off to the house. You’ll no longer have access to a cell phone. You’ll resume your cooking, cleaning and doing everything and anything that I command!” With this newfound dominance pulsing though my body, I was on a roll. “From the first night you put your pretty little lips around my big prick, your fate was sealed! That night, even if you didn’t realize it, punk, you gave your freewill over to me and I’m gonna make sure you never forget that shit!”

Plopping down on top of him, my full weight crashed down on Finn and my hands wrapped around the muscular cheeks of his ass.

“I’ve taken away your access to your own erection and orgasm by locking you into the permanent chastity! I have the only key and will wear it around my neck from here on out!”

Leaning up, I yanked the black and blue sports socks off of his size nines, and I finally saw true realization and comprehension in his eyes. I threw his socks on the floor and retrieved one of his tight white jockstraps from the dresser.

My hands cupped the chastity unit and pulled at it, teasing the boy’s trapped cock.

I opened the straps of the BIKE brand jock and pulled the athletic supporter over his feet and then over his muscular calves and thighs. I adjusted the jockstrap over his ass and pulled the pouch over his caged dick.

I’d always loved Finn in a jockstrap, but the massive bulge from the CB6000 made him look even hotter…

Through the mesh pouch, I thumped the unit again, laughing.

“Ya ain’t gonna have no access to your little boydick ‘till I say ya can!”

Another whimper from his gagged mouth…

Taking the other piece of rope from my back pocket, I crossed his ankles and roped them tightly together. “To remind you of your lot in life as my boy, I’m taking complete control of almost everything ya do. From now on, you’re gonna give up your mouth and ass to me whenever I want it—whether ya want to or not, and you won’t be allowed to cum without my direct permission!”

His eyes grew even wider, and my hot little boywife whimpered.

I flipped him over on his stomach. Grabbing his bound ankles, I folded his legs toward his succulent bubble butt. I took the last piece of rope and began to attach his ankles to his wrists with the third cord. “So, if ya ever wanna unload those little balls of yours, you’ll be a good boy, keep me pleased in every way and do everything that I tell ya! If not, you’ll never cum again. Is that what you want, boy?”

By this point, Finn was trembling. Still, he managed to shake his head no.

Tying off the slack, I pulled his ankles even closer to his bound wrists and secured him in what looked like a very uncomfortable hogtie.

“Also, you being tied up by me will be a regular thing from this point forward, boy!”

He mumbled miserably into the ripe sock gag.

“Today will be the start of our new and improved lives, and once and for all, I’m gonna make sure that this little teen rebellion stage never, ever shows its ugly head again!”

Satisfied with my work, I slapped my hand against his ass and his yelped into the gag. “Now, I’m gonna go and round me up a snack in the kitchen… Don’t go anywhere.” I teased harshly. “I’ll be back later…”

With his chest on the bed, his head was upright. Shaking his head, Finn was attempting to call out to me through the gag. I assumed it was him pleading for me to release him or reconsider the new law that the sheriff had just imposed on him.

I looked back at those pleading blue eyes one last time and closed the door to our bedroom behind me.

Again, I almost felt sorry for Finn—almost.

Despite showering and making a sandwich, I was still as hard as steel, thinking about my boy hogtied and gagged on our bed, where he was helpless and had no choice but to wait for me.

After scarfing down a giant roast beef sandwich, I strolled, in only my white briefs, back into the spare bedroom, where Finn had spent so much time and plugged the computer back in. Booting up the machine, I checked out a website that Chief Rossi had recommended for some bondage ideas… boundboys.com.

I was still as hard as fuck, but when I saw these hot little fuckers bound and gagged, the fat head of my prick stood straight up and managed to emerge from top of the waistband of my briefs.

I saw hogties… chair ties… bondage in wild places like car trunks, garages, closets, boxes… I saw leather restraints, rope, chains… I saw a huge variety of gags from tape to bandana to handkerchiefs to ballgags to plug gags.

Holy fuckin’ shit! I marveled. This is hot as hell. Why haven’t I been doing this to the kid all along?

In another photo set, there was a bound and gagged blond boy similar to Finn, but not nearly as cute, and he was over a man’s knees getting spanked. As the set proceeded, the smooth cheeks of the boy’s ass got redder and redder.

I’d slapped Finn’s ass many times while fucking his hole, but I’d never thought of spanking him to discipline him or just for the hell of it. And as much as my boywife had been acting out, I decided that it’d be best to start with a nice, long spanking.

Almost an hour had passed when I finally opened the door to the master bedroom.

In his obvious struggles to get free, Finn had managed, somehow, to move around on the bed to where his face was now pointed more toward the window than the door. His face was still clearly visible. From his eager and relieved face that greeted me, I could tell that he was happy to see me.

The boy’s eyes moved from my smirking face to the massive tube in my briefs. “Mmmpphhhh!” he mumbled, shaking his head. “Mmmmmpphh!”

“Ya got something to say, boy?” I asked with a wry grin, moving closer to the bed.

With frustration in those expressive eyes of his, Finn flexed his arms and his legs, muscles straining to break free. “Mmmmmmpphhhh!” He attempted screaming again.

It was no use; I had him right where I wanted him.

Grabbing him by his shoulders, I pulled his head to the edge of our bed. Making sure to aim my bulging briefs directly on his gagged face, I pressed my hard prick against his soft skin as my hands began to play with the smooth cheeks of his ass.

“You wantin’ my big cock in your mouth? Or up in that hot pussy of yours, boy?” My fingers squeezed into the tender, muscled flesh of his ass.

Whether he meant to or not, Finn’s body wiggled and responded to my hands on his body, but when my right hand slapped him hard against both cheeks. He froze.

“Ya know,” I began. “You’ve been a real bad boy, Finn!” I slapped his ass hard again, avoiding the rope between the cheeks of his ass, which was the hogtie portion of his bondage.

This time, he whimpered into the gag.

“I’ve never been too strict with ya, but times they are a changin’!” I slammed my open hand onto his reddening cheeks again. “You actin’ up these last few weeks only proved to me that if I spare the rod, I’ll spoil the boy.” I spanked his cheeks again.

Reflexively, his cheeks tightened, showing off those amazing glutes of his.

“So, you can expect regular whippings from now on, boy!”

I withdrew my crotch from Finn’s face and looked down at him, seeing that his blue eyes were large. I wrapped my fingers around his chin and held his face in place. “And to think… If you had have behaved yourself and did as you were told, we wouldn’t be about to have all of this hot fun, babe.”

The boy moaned into the sock gag and wiggled his body.

“First, if I’m gonna give ya your first real spanking, I need to get better access to that perfect ass of yours!”

Releasing his chin, I pressed the swollen pouch of my briefs back into his face and I released the rope connecting his ankles and wrists.

Once I’d untied the single rope, Finn flexed his fingers and adjusted his tied wrists.

I laid his feet down on the bed, stretching his body back out from the hogtie.

Without giving him any advance warning, I flipped him roughly over on his back. This action caused another groan into the gag.

In one fluid motion, I swept him up in my arms and tossed him over my right shoulder. Since I was a good six inches taller and outweighed him by over sixty pounds of brawn, I was able to do this with little effort.

Apparently, the swift change of venue startled the boy, because he wiggled wildly over my shoulder and attempted to move his bound limbs.

With the plastic of the cock cage under the pouch pressing into my shoulder and his bare ass in the jock situated squarely next to my face, I gave his ass a firm slap of my hand. “Be still, boy!” I growled. “Or I’ll spank ya double what I intend to!”

With Finn over my shoulder, I carried his still-squirming body out of the bedroom, down the hallway of our condo and into the dining room. Arriving at the small dining table, I grabbed one of the wooden chairs and pulled it away from the table. Moving him off of my shoulder and onto his feet, I sat down in the chair and forced the boy over my lap.

Bent over my thighs like an incredibly hot upside-down U, Finn’s face was down by my left foot and his bound ankles were down by right foot.

I positioned his jock-strapped ass directly over my lap.

Knowing what was coming, he was trembling and whimpering.

“You deserve what’s coming, boy!” I spat. “You going all rebel on me while you live in my house, sleep in my bed and have my last name won’t work!”

Bewildered and frightened, he craned his neck, looking up at me.

I returned a stern sneer, and he looked away like he didn’t want to make eye contact with me. 

With my left hand holding his bound wrists above the waistband strap of his jock, my right hand began to feel of the amazing cheeks of Finn’s ass.

“Damn, ya got the sweetest ass in the world, boy,” I mused. “It’s gonna look even hotter with my red handprints marking up this soft skin of yours.” I paused, my fingers squeezing his muscled butt. “And ya look perfect over my lap… We’re gonna have to do this on a regular basis.”

Finn moaned something unintelligible into the gag.

I ignored whatever he was trying to say and sat there mesmerized by his stunning cheeks. My uncut dong was still as hard as a crowbar and I was so ready to fuck him that I was about to get blue balls, but I knew that I had to keep my mind on business. Finn had been a little prick, and this was a lesson that he had to be taught.

Hardly able to contain myself any longer, I slammed my open palm against his exposed ass and a loud slap filled the air around us.

Finn whimpered into the sock and tape gag; his body tensed, and his buttocks instinctively tightened, making me all the more aroused

Without giving him any time to get used to his spanking, I slapped his cheeks a second time—a bit harder.

He grunted and his body jumped. Also, I could feel his breath on my feet coming swiftly from his nostrils.

A sneaky smile came across my face. Clearly, he was getting my point.

I gripped his wrists harder and watched the sinewy muscles of his arms flex. I raised my hand and slapped his ass a third time.  

Schwaacck!

The third slap made Finn let out another muffled scream again.

I paused for a few seconds and struck again. My open palm met his cheeks a fourth and fifth time.

The boy yelped and wiggled his body.

I licked my lips with enjoyment.

Then, two more strikes in rapid succession....

I stopped rubbing his reddening cheeks. His breathing was ragged, and he was now whimpering continuously.

After briefly examining my work, noticing the impression of my fingers on his skin in more than one place, I slapped his butt an eighth time with more of my strength. This rougher swat made Finn’s bound body jump.

Now, I noted how his ass seemed to be wiggling in anticipation.

“Ya know that sayin’… about when a brat gets spanked and how this is gonna hurt me more than it does you?” I asked.

He craned his neck and looked up at me with a few stray tears coming from those blue eyes of his.

“Well, that’s bullshit! This is gonna hurt you!”

“Mmmmmmppphhh!!”

At this point, Finn was wiggling continuously, so I slammed my hand down on his bubble butt which was blossoming a bright pink.

With one to go, I wanted to make sure this would be something that he’d remember.

Raising my right arm above my head as far as it would go, I slammed down on Finn’s exposed and vulnerable cheeks one last time!

His body bucked wildly. Through the tape and sock gag, I heard the boy try to release a yelp of intense pain.

“Ten,” I stated with finality in my voice as his ass flexed and his chest heaved from his rapid intake of breath.

From beneath, I heard the boy sniffling, so I pulled him up by his wrists. Switching him around, I pulled him onto my lap with his face close to mine.  With my right arm wrapping around his waist, I caught him by the chin and held his gaze.

“Do you understand why I spanked your ass, boy?” I asked sharply.

Reluctantly, Finn nodded.

“Good,” I said.

Water was leaking from his baby blue eyes. I wasn’t sure if he were tearing up from pain or humiliation. I smiled softly at the kid, and I moved my hand to catch a few of his stray tears with my finger.

I wanted to comfort him. I wanted to embrace him and assure him that I still loved him, but I fought those urges. If this effort was going to stick in Finn’s mind, I knew that this punishment had to be far from over.

So, I pushed out my tender feelings and stepped back into disciplinarian mode. For a moment, though, I wasn’t sure how to proceed… My meat was still hard but if I were to fuck the boy right then, my hot little boywife might think I couldn’t resist his charms. This fact wasn’t untrue, but I wasn’t about to give in to my own lust and let Finn in on the hold he had over me.

Instead, a sadistic idea came into my head.

As I stood up, I lifted him off of my lap and stood him up on his bound ankles, making sure to steady him.

“Mmmmmppphhhh!” he moaned with a hopeful look in his eyes.

I laughed. “No, boy, I’m not freeing your ass!”

Anger flashed in his eyes.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” I began. “Since Chief Rossi gave me a couple of days off to get you straightened out, I’m gonna go run some errands and stop by my folks for dinner, while you remain tied up here—in the exact position that I leave ya.”

Finn appeared confused, but I left him standing in the center of the living room. Moments later, I came out with the coil of black rope that I’d bought earlier and the butcher knife.

Suddenly, the boy’s eyes grew as large as saucers.

“I ain’t gonna cut ya!” I stated dismissively, putting the knife and rope on the table.

I grabbed the chair that I’d just spanked him in and pushed it behind him.

As he continued to mumble, he flexed his jaw, chewing on my ripe socks in his tape-gagged mouth. His dazed blue eyes told me of both his frustration and fear.

I circled him and the chair for a moment like a predator. I couldn’t get over how so fucking sweet my boy looked tied up and gagged like this.

“Mmmeeerrrrrrggggppphhhh!” Finn screamed, jerking his arms and flexing those muscled biceps and shoulders in another futile effort to get free.

Grabbing his tied wrists, I laughed. “Have a seat, tough guy!”

I pulled him backwards and lifted his bound arms over the back of the chair. Then, I forced him down to sit on his sore ass with his arms pulled around the back of the chair. It looked uncomfortable, but that was the last of my worries—that was his problem, not mine. 

After I moved in front of him and sank down, I adjusted his tied ankles to the center of the chair’s base, and Finn groaned angrily.

“Are ya frustrated, kid?” I mocked, moving to the dining table and un-spooling a long piece of rope and slicing it with the knife. “Now, ya know how I’ve felt over the last few weeks!” I cut off another piece of rope.

Taking one of the freshly-cut pieces, I quickly crisscrossed the rope across Finn’s smooth chest, securing him even tighter to the back of the chair.  

“In case you rotted out your brain by playing that stupid Warcraft game, I think ya figured out that I ain’t planning on you escaping my control!” I grabbed the other piece of rope from the dining table.

While his eyes stayed fixed to me, I wrapped the additional rope around his tied ankles.

I laced the additional rope around his ankles to the legs of the wooden chair. “You won’t be able to get away even if ya tried, so I wouldn’t waste my energy if I were you.” I paused. “No one will find you... No one will hear you...”

After checking all of my knots, I gave him a cruel smile. “Don’t go anywhere, boy…”

“Mmmmeeerrrgggghhhhh!” Finn screamed angrily, bucking in the chair as I picked up the knife and carried it back into the adjoining kitchen.

Despite the pleading look in his eyes as I walked past him to put some clothes, I was able to ignore him and got dressed in our bedroom.

Standing secluded from his line of sight in the hallway, I listened as Finn breathed rapidly through his nose, and from the creaking of the wooden dining chair, I could tell that he was testing the ropes. As soon as I appeared in the doorway to the living room, the boy froze.

I walked up to him, shooting him a malevolent grin. “I’ll be back… when I feel like it, boy. I’m gonna leave ya alone and helpless here—to think about your behavior that led to this punishment… And maybe your thick-ass head will bring you back to your senses so I can have my little wifey back.” With a playful rub on his head, I strolled past him toward the kitchen. As I closed the garage door behind me, I listened as Finn screamed into the gag…

I was as good as my word, and I left Finn tied up to a chair and gagged—all alone in our condo.

Although I’d said that I was going to stop by my folks for dinner, the raging wood in my pants didn’t seem conducive to a meal with the family.

How in the hell was I going to hide my blatant erection and keep my mind on what my ma and old man were talking about when I was excited as fuck about what was waiting for me at home? So, instead, I grabbed a couple of burgers at a drive-thru.

I did stop by the sporting goods store again, raging boner and all, opting to pull my shirt out to conceal my ten-inch bulge.

Walking down the aisle where the rope was kept, I couldn’t get past how fucking aroused that this newfound sadistic side made me. It was baffling…

Since I was planning on tying up Finn on a regular basis, I grabbed a gigantic spool of rope, measuring five hundred feet. I also grabbed some gray duct tape as well as a six-pack roll of the thinner white athletic tape that I’d used to secure my ripe socks in Finn’s mouth.

After I’d made my purchases, I realized that I had only killed forty-five minutes and that didn’t seem long enough to let Finn stew in his own juices—but the urge to return home called to me like some siren song in one of the old ship stories that my pa used to tell us kids—back in the day.

Originally, I’d planned on leaving the boy by himself for a couple of hours, but I couldn’t stop myself. Unlike those old sailing stories, I aimed my truck toward home and let my stiff prick guide me instead of the North Star…

I pulled my truck into the garage, closing the door with the remote.

My heartbeat was accelerated—partly from sexual anticipation and partly from apprehension. Realistically, I knew he’d be fine, but the protector inside of me was worried that something could’ve happened to him.

Opening up the garage door, I walked into the kitchen and into the adjoining dining room, and I saw him there––just where I left him.

As soon as Finn had spotted me, he began bucking wildly in the dimming light coming from the windows. “Mmmmmppphhh! Mmmmmmmmmmppppphhhhh!” He screamed into the gag.

“Yeah, yeah, kid, I hear ya,” I replied to his urgent mumblings. “I’m home.”

After I placed the latest bag from the sporting goods store down on the kitchen counter, I strolled leisurely into the room and flicked on the light.

The room illuminated brightly, and he squinted those big blue eyes of his from the sudden brightness.

I approached him, and I noted that he hadn’t moved an inch.

The boy looked up at me with desperate eyes. He moaned again into the juicy sock gag that I’d made just for him.

I smirked wickedly. “I told ya I’d be back for ya.”

Finn tried to speak through the gag again, moaning and shifting his body against the ropes that secured him to the chair.

When I touched the smooth skin of his face with my fingers, this seemed to calm him. He stopped mumbling and attempting to communicate.

Naturally, I was still rock hard. “Boy, you look fuckin’ hotter than I’ve ever seen ya—all tied up and helpless in that jockstrap.” I bent down and my hand moved to the stuffed pouch of his jock. I smiled, thumping the chastity unit through the mesh fabric. “You’ve been a real good boy,” I continued. “If I take a little of this shit off of ya, you promise not to gripe?”

He nodded his head emphatically.

My hands moved to the base of the wood chair and I untied the knots that held his bound ankles to the frame of his seat. Tossing the rope to the side, I started on his tied ankles.

As the last of the rope fell to his feet, Finn moved his legs cautiously and gave them a slight stretch.

With a broad grin, I ran my fingers over the marks that the rope had left on the skin above his right ankle.

“Ropeburn is sexy,” I commented, looking up at him.

The boy was breathing hard through his nose and his bare chest was heaving.

I stood upright and untied the rope from across his muscular chest.

“I’m gonna untie your wrists,” I said grunted into his ear. “This don’t mean shit, though. You’re still completely under my control! Capeesh?”

Finn nodded his head.

From behind him, I unlaced the tight knots surrounding his wrists. As I removed layer after layer, I spotted more ropeburn from where the boy had been trying to get his hands free. It was yet another hot sight for me. 

“Now,” I declared, moving back in front of him and managing to pat his short, blond hair. “I’m gonna take off this gag, Finn.” I paused, giving him a menacing look. “Don’t think about screaming for help or backtalking me! Don’t talk unless I give you permission, or I ask you questions—or I’ll just overpower ya and tie ya up even tighter! Do you understand me?”

Finn nodded his head. His demonstrative eyes were filled with relief and sweet submission that I hadn’t seen in a long time. Believe me, the boy’s passive gaze was a welcome sight.

Slowly, I unraveled the white tape that covered his mouth and the lower portion of his angelic face.

Pulling off the bottom layer, I noticed that he winced slightly as the last of the tape came off. As his lips were freed, I put my hand beneath his mouth. “Spit ‘em, boy!”

Obediently, he expelled my spit-soaked gym socks from his mouth.

Finn rubbed his wrists and flexed his jaw.

I took this opportunity to grab the back of his hair and pulled his face up toward mine. “Remember, you won’t speak out of turn! And no backtalkin’!” I growled. “You agree?”

“Yes, Rocco,” he muttered.

“No!” I pulled his hair again. “Call me Sir when we’re in discipline!”

For a moment, he glared at me, but he managed. “Yes… Sir.”

“Good, boy.” I reached down to him. “Take my hand. I’m gonna help ya up.”

Trembling slightly, he took my hand.

Finn was nervous, which was a good thing. After all, this whole effort was to remind him who was boss, and it seemed to be working.

I pulled him to his feet; his eyes held mine.

Holding his smaller hand in mine, I led him into the kitchen, took a Gatorade out of the fridge and handed it to him.

“Drink!”

Taking the bottle, the boy nodded his head and replied, “Yes, Sir.”

“That’s more like it.” I smiled wolfishly, watching him down some of the cherry-flavored sports drink.

After finishing about half of the contents, he handed the bottle back to me.

Still looking up at me, he slowly stood on his tiptoes and put his arms around my neck.

Although initially surprised by Finn’s embrace, I assumed that he needed some reassurance from me, so I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me.

“You want to ask me a question, boy?” I asked into his ear.

“Yes—Rocco—uh—Sir.”

“Go ahead.”

He pulled back from our hug but my hands were locked around his waist. “Do you still love me?”

I rolled my eyes and jerked him back into me. “What are ya, nuts? Course, I do!” I gazed down at him. “You’re mine, Finn, and this is forever!”

I saw a relief on his adorable face.

I could barely believe that the kid thought I didn’t love him.

“But things are gonna change. You’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. I’m the husband—you do as I say, remember?”

“Yes, Sir,” Finn replied softly.

“That’s my boy.” I smiled, pressing my hard prick in my jeans against him. “You’ll get used to your new place in this house.” My hands moved to hard bubble butt and I squeezed his cheeks. “Now, it’s time for more fun and games…”

Shoving him forward, I’d moved him back in the living room.

As promised, Finn remained quiet.

I grabbed a piece of rope off of the floor. “Put your wrists behind your back!”

His mouth fell open, and he looked up at me with distress in those baby blues.

“Now!” I growled.

Doing what he was told, Finn put his wrists behind his back willingly, and I roped them tightly together.

Still standing behind him, I pressed into his body.

The tubular bulge in my jeans was rubbing against his open palms. “Rub your man’s cock!” I whispered gruffly.

The boy started massaging my crotch and I wrapped my arms around him. My fingers found his nipples and I pinched and pulled them.

Finn loved for me to torture his nipples, so he moaned loudly.

“I swore to protect you always, Finn,” I whispered. “So, when I tie you up in the future, know that you’re safe, under my complete control and protected…”

As he registered my words, his tense frame relaxed slightly.

With the fingers of my right hand twisting his eraser-end nip, I moved my left hand to the chastity unit under the pouch of his jockstrap.

“But like I told ya,” I continued. “I’m taking control of you in more ways than ever before. Your dick is gonna remain locked up—until I decide I want ya to cum. Your life from now on is about takin’ care of me with no questions or complaints—and that includes the ways that a submissive boy like you pleases a man like me.”

He whimpered slightly.

I released him and quickly spun him around toward me. “On your knees!”

He hesitated.

“What’s wrong, boy?”

“You tied up my hands. What if I fall, Sir?”

I gave him a reluctant grin. “Here,” I said, grabbing Finn by his left bicep.

Shifting his weight on me, the boy sank to his knees in front of me—with my help.

He looked damn good like this—roped up, locked-up dick in the jock and down at my feet awaiting my orders…

I glanced down at my size 16s and had a fucking hot idea. Many times, I’d tried to talk the boy into licking my feet and sucking on my toes, but now that I was calling all the shots with Finn, I realized that it was time to train him on worshipping my big feet. Hell, I’d already gagged him once with my dirty socks, so why the fuck not?

“Now,” I said, plopping down on the wooden dining chair and kicking off my black Adidas’. “I’m gonna teach ya something new.”

Finn looked up at me with inquisitive eyes.

“And you’ll obey what I tell ya! Ain’t that right?”

“Yes—yes, Sir.”

I reached down and pulled off my dirty, recycled out-of-the-hamper ankle socks and tossed them on top of my kicks. “There’s something I’ve been wantin’ from ya for a long damn time, you’re gonna start doin’ this on my command! So, unless you want me to use my belt on you and blister your fuckin’ ass, boy, you’re gonna do anything and everything that I tell ya, including this!”

The boy gulped and gazed up at me expectantly. “Yes, Sir.”

My lips curled into a sinister grin. “One of your new jobs will be removing my boots when I get in from work, giving my big feet complete rub downs, licking and cleaning them with your tongue and sucking on each of my toes—as soon as I sit down!”

I’d been trying to get Finn to take care of my feet for three years, but I wasn’t asking anymore. This was just how it was gonna be…

He gaped at me.

“Don’t be a cunt!” I snarled. “You had my funky socks crammed in that smart mouth of yours for a couple of hours this afternoon, so ya might as well purchase the whole ham instead of buying a fuckin’ sandwich!” I paused. “Since your hands are tied, we’re gonna skip the massage for today, but your mouth ain’t gagged—right now.” I paused again. “So, get busy and lick my feet, boy!”

Down on his knees in front of me with his wrists tied behind his back, Finn kneeled his head down, and I lifted my right foot toward his face.

And gasped with pleasure as Finn’s lips closed around my big toe… “Oh hell, yeah!”

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him as my long, big toe disappeared slowly into his mouth.

“Look up at me while ya do it!” I grunted.

Finn looked up at me. His eyes were filled with confusion, but he had my entire toe in his wet mouth.

“Suck on it like it’s a little cock,” I urged. “Make sure to use your tongue!”

With his eyes locked on mine, the boy’s face cheeks sank in slightly as he applied that divine suction on my big toe that he usually reserved for my cock.

I moved my toe slightly in his mouth, and his tongue began to circle and flick against the sensitive skin.

“Good,” I said, reaching down and rubbing the back of his head. “Now, suck on each one of my toes and make sure to lick in between ‘em!”

I watched as he took each of my toes into his mouth. His tongue hungrily lapped in between each one. With each toe of mine that he took in between his lips, Finn seemed to be getting more comfortable with his new duty.

His soft, full lips and his talented tongue caused my nerve endings to ignite.

After a few moments of this pure heaven, I withdrew my right foot from his mouth, straightened it and held up the sole in front of his face.

“Lick the bottom!” I growled.

Enthralled, I watched in awe as his long tongue thoroughly coated the bottom of my right foot, and for a moment, I closed my eyes, shifted out of instructor mode and just enjoyed the sensation.

And Finn seemed to be getting more comfortable, too, because not only did he lick the ultra-sensitive skin of the sole of my right foot, he also kissed it and gently bit it.

“Damn good job, boy,” I said, now rubbing my cock through my jeans. “Now, the left one!”

I replaced my right with the left, and Finn sucked on my other set of toes. This time, the boy licked in between each one without having to be told to do so.

I watched keenly as his lips closed around each one. After feeling those toes were good and clean, I shifted my left foot and he began coating the sole.

“Fuck yeah! Feels fuckin’ great!”

After a few more minutes of that, I pulled my foot from his grasp. Smiling down at him, I rubbed his blond hair. “See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“No, Sir.”

“You’re being a real good boy.” My hand moved to the pipe-sized bulge in my jeans. “Seeing you roughed up, tied up and licking on my feet has had me hard for fuckin’ hours, Finn.” I unzipped my jeans and pushed them down my hairy quads, knees and calves. After kicking them off, my briefs quickly followed.

My uncut, ten-inch, bull cock lurched upwards and briefly struck Finn’s cheek. My round mushroom head, covered by foreskin, was already leaking precum and a smear of my homemade juice was left behind on the boy’s right cheek from where it’d struck his face. My shaft, which was positioned in the center of my dark, trimmed pubes, was already throbbing.

Grabbing Finn by the back of the head, I thrusted my hips forward. “You ready to suck my big cock?”

Since I was pulling his hair, he winced, but there was a distinct look of excitement on his face, too. I recognized that fire in his eyes, because up until a few weeks ago, Finn had gotten that same look of hunger every time that he’d been about to suck my huge, Italian salami!

I pulled his face closer to the oozing head of my schlong and those gorgeous pink lips of his parted. With his mesmerizing blue eyes locked with mine, he grazed the hyper-sensitive exposed purple crown that was peeking out from my pulled-back foreskin.

“Fuck yeah, kid,” I growled, urging his head forward.

Still gazing up at me, Finn swallowed the head of my dick, and it disappeared in between his full lips.

“Finn,” I groaned, thrusting my hips forward. “Use your tongue!”

The boy’s skilled tongue swirled around my engorged and tingling tip. Sliding it under my hood, Finn circled his tongue under my foreskin, cleaning and tasting the spongy but hard mushroom head.

“Yeah, lick it like a lollipop—ya know how I like it…”

He worked his lips and tongue up and down—only stimulating the head.

I loved it when he teased me and paid special attention to licking under the hood, but I wanted more of the boy’s mouth around my cock, so I moved my second hand to the back of his head, as well, driving more of my length into that slurping, hot and wet mouth of his.  

Finn suckled my advancing prick like a baby on a bottle.

In all of my thirty-eight years, I’d stuffed a lot of mouths with my cock—all females until Finn, but I’d never had a cocksucker even remotely close to the same caliber as my boywife… His technique was perfection.

Working the first couple inches into his mouth, he continued down my shaft while I pulled his head forward.

As inch by inch disappeared between his lips, his ass began to wiggle like a puppy—another thing I’d missed during these weeks of estrangement. Seeing his spectacular bubble butt wiggling in the straps of that jockstrap got me even harder, which I hadn’t thought was possible.

Around the six-inch mark, I hit Finn’s gag reflex. He paused for a second but continued to lick up and down the shaft and suckle my thick cock. The cheeks of his face puckered, applying more pressure to my pulsating prick.

When giving me head on his knees, the boy could usually only fit six to seven inches in his mouth because of the angle from which he was trying to swallow it, so I stopped pushing his head forward. Instead, I started a gentle face-fucking, hitting the back of my throat each time.

“Ohhhh, yeah, babe,” I moaned, feeling every slight movement of his tongue.

Picking up my speed, I continued to ram my rigid dick in and out of his mouth, making his eyes redden and water. Even after three years of Finn being my boy, I still loved making him gag and choke on my trouser pterodactyl.

My fingers moved to his ears and I held onto them, pushing my cock against the back of his throat.

He started to gag, and choking tears poured from his eyes.

“Yeah, take all of your man’s big prick! Swallow it, bitch! Yeah!”

Even though I always got off on making the boy gag, I wanted to bury all ten inches between his lips. So releasing my hold on his ears, I pulled my dick from his mouth and swept him up in my arms.

With saliva dripping from his mouth, Finn gasped from the surprise change of position on my part.

Wearing a dazed expression on his mug, I laid him on his back on the leather couch with his head propped up on the arm rest. Standing over him, I closed my hands around his neck and pulled his head forward to where his head was upside-down over the side of the sofa, while the rest of his smooth body remained reclining on it.

This was our preferred position when I wanted Finn to deepthroat my cock.

“Open your mouth!” I ordered with my hands moving to his head. “You know the score on this angle, boy; breathe through your nose!”

I pushed my rod back into his pretty lips.

“Curve your neck back as far as you can!”

As I held his head, I felt him strain his neck.

Using my hips, I pushed my cock all the way to be back of his throat. This time, I shoved hard past his gag reflex, and my prick encroached past the boundary.

“Fuck yeah!” I buried it all into his hot mouth until my dark pubes were brushing against chin.

I could feel Finn exhaling on my balls that were covering his nose. Despite his mouthful of prick, he moaned.  

“Feels so fuckin’ perfect buried down your throat, boy!” I groaned.

Looking down at his wiggling frame on the couch, I saw that the boy was flexing his arms, testing the rope that bound his wrists behind his back.

“Stop squirming and keep your head in this position! Gonna fuck your throatpussy!”

Moving my hips back, I pulled my cock out of the recesses of his throat until the bulbous head almost escaped his lips. Then, I drove it all the way back down in a single, brutal thrust.

Finn choked slightly beneath me.

I repeated the action, slamming all ten inches back to where the root of my cock was all that was visible in between his lips.  

Then, I did it again and again. Getting used to it quickly, as he usually did, Finn was throating all of my curved uncut meat.

I pumped my full length in and out, using his hot little mouth and throat to fuck it how I wanted it.

“Shit, yeah!” I grunted, still holding his head.

As my velocity picked up, Finn surrendered his throat completely.

My balls began to tighten, and the head of my cock got bigger in the boy’s mouth.

I was close…

“Gonna shoot!” I huffed huskily. “Gonna pump my jizz down your throat! Ya want this protein, kid?”

“Mmmmmmm!” He managed with his mouth full.

I took that as a yes…

Sweat broke out on my forehead, and I fucked his face—hard and quick.

My balls churned, and my prick throbbed wildly.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” I could hear my heart drum in my ears. “Shit!” I thundered. “Here it comes!”

Suddenly, my body convulsed and I groaned, throwing back my head and shooting the first gob.

“Take it!”

My seed fired and spewed down into the boy’s angled throat. “Fuuuuuucccckkkkkk!”

Drowning in my huge load, he moaned, continuing to allow me to breed his esophagus.

Shoving my cock as deep as it’d go down his throat, I felt the last of my cum leak from the head of my prick.

With sweat pouring off of me, I left my dick buried in between his pretty lips and ran my hands down Finn’s smooth pecs, pinching and pulling his nipples.

The boy continued to gently tongue the shaft of my hammer.

As I twisted his sensitive nipples, I pulled my cylinder out of his mouth.

With his mouth free of my huge obstruction, Finn gasped for breath.

I moved to his side and ran my hand over his caged cock. I grinned down at him. “That was hot, boy.”

Finn’s chest heaved, still trying to catch his breath. “It was,” he managed.

“But this is far from over…”

I grabbed him under his arms and lifted him to his feet. Taking hold of his right bicep, I pulled him into me and my face smashed into Finn’s. My tongue dove into his wanton and willing mouth.

Instead of his response being passive, the boy’s kiss was as aggressive as mine. We hadn’t kissed this passionately in years!

“Fuck,” I panted, breaking our kiss. “I still want more of you.” I pressed my still hard cock against his smooth skin.

Knowing him better than myself, I could see in his eyes that he wanted to ask me something.

I narrowed my eyes down at him. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“It’s just…” He paused. “I’m so horny, but I can’t even get hard, Rocco…uh…Sir.”

I smirked. “That’s the purpose of locking you in chastity.” With my left hand, I picked up the chain dangling in between my pecs and held up the key as a reminder. “You will no longer cum—unless I give you permission!”

A panic filled his eyes.

“Enough bullshit,” I said, releasing him and moving behind him. I began to untie his wrists.

“Are you gonna…”

My hand covering his mouth cut him off. “I told ya to not speak until I tell ya!”

Breathing hard through his nostrils, Finn nodded his head.

I removed my hand from his mouth and resumed untying his wrists from behind his back.

After the last knot came loose, I let the boy’s wrists fall to his sides. I moved in front of him again. “Put your wrists together and cross ‘em over the strap of your jock!”

Nervously, Finn did as he was told.

Swiftly, I roped his wrists together in front of him. Tying the last tight knot, I peered down at him and said, “I ain’t askin’ ya if you’re in the mood, and I ain’t askin’ ya if I can tap you… I’m just gonna fuck your ass, boy!”

He gulped nervously, but this fire of excitement filled his blue eyes. Although this dominant side of me made him uneasy—as it should—I could tell that Finn also found this as thrilling as I did.

“And if ya don’t wanna give me that tight pussyhole of yours, I’m gonna take it, rape it and own it!”

“Oh, God, yes—Sir!” Finn wailed out of turn.

I didn’t mind this particular outburst, though.

Sharing the excitement with him, I shoved the boy down to his knees in front of me. Lowering myself next to him, I put my hands around his chest and moved him. I positioned him on the carpeted floor with the open palms of his bound wrists supporting his upper body. I forced his legs apart.

With the boy on his hands and knees, he was trembling.

I scooted in front of him on my knees and my raging prick slapped against his face again.

“Open your mouth! Make it wet, before I stick it in your hole, boy!” I barked.

The mushroom crown of my uncompromisingly hard and demanding cock opened Finn’s soft lips again.

Finn’s eyes were locked on me and this look of both desire and awe were in his gaze.

I smiled at this. This domination shit was working like a charm.

Lacing my fingers through his hair, I shoved as much of my prick into his mouth as I could until the boy gagged and his blue eyes watered.

I shallow-fucked his mouth at a rapid pace. “Make it wet! ‘Cause I ain’t usin’ lube on ya! Your pussy is used to my big hog, but ya don’t want it to hurt, do ya?” I asked cockily.

As he slobbered on my prick, Finn’s cheeks sucked in and he slurped at my thrusting dick.

“Yeah!” I groaned. “You’re a damn good boy!”

Quickening my drilling, I managed to work the head of my cock past his gag reflex. The boy choked and coughed, but I shoved my piece in deeper! Usually, this position didn’t work too well for deepthroating, but I didn’t care this time… Growling, I shoved it in anyway, and my balls slapped against his chin. I was relentless. I roughly held his head in place and slammed his face with my pummeling prick.

Trying to cough, he had tears streaming from his eyes. This newfound sadist in me loved the sight of my boywife choking on my uncut Italian cock so much that my balls tightened and I was about to shoot—again!

Instead, I pulled out of his mouth, because this load was going in his ass.

With the pouty expression on his face like an infant whose bottle had been ripped away too soon, Finn looked up at me, still hungry—wanting more of my prick in his mouth.

I touched his face. “You want that, don’t ya? You love me using you like I want, don’t ya? You’re getting off on giving up your power to me just as much as I’m gettin’ off on taking it from you!”

“Yes,” the boy admitted softly in his deep voice, averting his eyes from me like he was embarrassed.

I was momentarily confused by his apparent shame.

I grabbed his chin and forced his gaze. “What’s up with you, Finn?” I asked, thinking about his sheepishness on this subject matter. “You ain’t ashamed, are ya?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a blush decorating his cheeks. “But I don’t want you to stop—Sir.”

With his use of the word Sir, a furnace ignited inside of me, burning me and filling me with this need to push my boy even further. I could feel my amber-brown eyes light up. “You don’t ever have to worry about that!”

Finn managed a weak smile. “Good, Sir.”

“Now,” I said, letting my hand run down his back and rest on the right cheek of his ass. “It’s time for me to fuck your boypussy!”

With Finn still balancing on his bound hands and knees on the carpeted floor of our living room, I crouched down behind him.

As my fingers pulled apart the cheeks of his ass, Finn shuddered in anticipation.

My middle finger touched the boy’s pink hole and he moaned. With the tip of my digit, I rubbed his already quivering slit.

“You love me playin’ with your hole, don’t ya, boy?”

“Yes, Sir!” He exclaimed breathily.

As my finger massaged his hole, I grinned from the groans of intense pleasure that Finn was having. Even though I called sometimes called him boywife, bitch, boy, and sometimes called his asshole—a pussy, he was all guy, except for one very important aspect of his anatomy, for which I was extremely thankful…

On the street, Finn Mancini was still a tough, cocky kid, but behind closed doors, under my control, he was the total chick in bed. I’d dare to say that ninety percent of his pleasure from sex came from his ass being fingered, licked or his butt being stuffed with my huge, pork sausage. Lucky for me, I was the exact opposite. I’d never even let him touch my ass…

God, I loved this little fuck!

I forced myself to stop smiling and get back into dominant top mode. “Before I fuck ya, I’m gonna stuff that mouth of yours so I won’t hear ya scream when I drill your ass full of my cum!”

Reaching over to my size 16 shoes, I grabbed two more dirty, no-show, gray Under Armour socks that I’d had on when I’d left him—all tied up, gagged and alone. Being that the boy had been skimping on doing the laundry, I’d worn this pair off and on for days, so they were beyond raunchy. In fact, I was shocked that they hadn’t gotten up and walked away on their own.

“Yes, Sir,” Finn said apprehensively.

Still behind him, I gave them a quick sniff. They were obnoxiously pungent, which made them even better to gag the boy’s mouth with.

I balled them up, walked around him and crouched down in front of him.

I was almost bowled over by what I witnessed… The boy actually licked his lips in anticipation from being gagged with his husband’s smelly socks, and I shot him a salacious smirk as I put them to his lips.

“Open wide, boy,” I instructed. “My ripe socks as a gag is what you’re gonna always get if ya don’t keep up with the wash!” I paused, watching him inhale my ripe socks. “But something tells me that you’re starting to dig having my funky socks crammed in your mouth.”

“Fuck yeah, Sir!” Finn replied excitedly. “I had no idea I even liked it until you gagged me earlier… It’s hot. It adds something to the whole reality of this power trip—uh—Sir.”

I knew he was loving this!

“Well, enough chit-chat then.” I was grinning broadly. “Time to gag your mouth, boy!”

With him still in the bondage doggie position, I reached over and slapped his ass.

This time, he opened his mouth on his own. I stuffed the rolled up socks into his mouth and he bit down on them.  

I grabbed the gray duct tape off the dining room table beside us and pulled off the start of a piece.

I looked down at my boywife, chewing on my sweaty socks. “Fuck, you love the way my dirty socks tastes!”

He nodded.

Knowing that Finn was getting off on me taking charge and abusing him like this got me even harder…

Within seconds, I wrapped his mouth closed with duct tape all around his head, covering those stuffed lips.

I couldn’t wait much longer to take his ass like this, so I moved behind him again and spread his legs apart, slapping his cheeks hard as I did so. The impact of my hand against his muscled glutes echoed through the room. 

He continued to moan.

After a few more swats on his ass, I opened up his cheeks and dove into his hairless, pink hole with my tongue.

“MMMMmmmmmmpppphhh!” Finn screamed into the gag.

He loved my tongue in his hole more than anything…

Flicking my tongue up and down his quivering slit, I reached under and cupped that chastity device with my hand. Raising my head up for only a moment, I said, “Your little pecker would be hard as fuck if I hadn’t locked your boydick up…”

He groaned into the gag, pushing his cheeks toward my face.

“Now, without you being hard or being able to jerk off your bone, all of your attention and pleasure will be centered on this little pussyhole of yours.”

I lapped my tongue over his entry, making his body squirm.

Aside from kissing, my favorite thing to do to the boy was to eat his tasty boyhole. It was always so sweet and fresh… And I could never get enough of the boy’s scent.

Not once had I ever sucked Finn’s cock. I’d beaten him off before, but I didn’t even like that too much. Before he’d seduced my drunk ass, I had been completely straight. Now, I supposed that I was a heterosexual gay man, if that made any sense, and if it didn’t, I really didn’t give a fuck.

“Fuckin’ love your pussy,” I grumbled, digging the tip of my tongue. “Gonna fuck your hot hole with you tied up!”

With his ring opening and my tongue working inside of him, Finn was going wild. While continuously moaning, he was wiggling his body against my face.

Taking both of my hands, I spread his muscular cheeks and held them further apart, so I could really get in there. As my tongue explored the well-known territory, I spit into his ass, making him slicker for my big cock.

As I made him wetter and wetter, I got harder and harder....

Almost ready to blow another load, I knew that it was time to bury my ten-inch monster up the boy’s ass, so I lifted my mouth from his ass, got up on my knees and mounted him.

Instinctively, my prick nestled in between his cheeks and I rubbed my erection up and down the crack of his ass.

“You want this big cock up in that pussy of yours, boy?” I growled.

“Mmmmmmm!” He nodded on his hands and knees in front of me.

Although my meat was long and thick and Finn’s hole was tight, in three years, I could fuck him sometimes with just my spit. Of course, it took almost a small pond of it to get inside of him…

Aiming the head of my cock for his wet and wanton slit, I spit an abundant amount of saliva onto my cock and stroked my rod to get it even wetter.

I put two fingers into my mouth and coated them with more of my spit. Then, I moved them to his hole, forcing them both inside of his slickened ring and inserting them into the heat and tightness inside of his clenched hole.

Slowly, I fingered him deep as he moaned loudly.

Driving them in and out of his hole, my fingers loosened his sweet entry for my missile’s landing.

Finn was breathing heavily through his nose as his body jerked from my digital anal probing.  

Satisfied that Finn was loose and wet, I removed my fingers from his hungry hole, and I kicked his legs further apart and rubbed the round head of my prick against that pink slit.

“Are ya ready?”

He gave me muffled sound, which sort of sounded like a yes, and that was all the permission that I needed.  

I grabbed the boy’s hips with my hands, and held him in place as my uncut mushroom crown stretched open Finn’s ring.  

Balancing on his bound wrists, Finn arched his back, and his anal lips swallowed the head.

Screaming into the gag, he tightened around my invading prick. Obviously, his hot little ass was burning from my rammer’s arrival.

Regardless, I’d warned him that I was going to take what I wanted—and take it, I was.

Forcibly, I held him in place and slid all of my length into him with one thrust of my hips. I looked down, seeing my trimmed dark pubes against the smooth, white flesh of his bubble butt.  

He threw back his head and attempted to make a garbled noise, which sound like this: “Mmmmeerrrrgggggghhhhhhhh!”

“You love my big hog, boy! Take it! Take it all in your hot hole!”

But I wasn’t heartless, so I held my position, letting him get used to it. After all, I didn’t want to damage him, because I wanted to fuck his sweet boypussy for the next fifty years or more.

His moans quieted, and I felt his clenched ass loosen around my cock.

“Good boy. Every inch is buried up your ass!”

Carefully, I pulled almost all the way out and let more spit drip from my mouth and onto my thick shaft. Then, I began a meticulous and steady fucking.

As I nailed his ass, hard and deep, Finn screamed into the gag.

“You love the way my big Italian salami hurts ya so good!” I growled. “Now, give me that hole, boy! Your husband is taking that hot cunt!”

Holding up his upper body with his tied wrists, my butch bottom boy started shoving his body toward my drilling cock. Finn had incredible muscles in his hole and he squeezed my impaling cock, milking it as I pumped him harder and harder.

Driving my engorged and swelling cock up his ass, I felt my balls slapping against his cakes. Each time that the rotund crown of my tool rubbed his prostate, he moaned.

I quickened my pace…

“Oh yeah, kid!” I thundered. “Give up your ass to me! I’m raping that sweet chute and making ya my bitch!”

My balls tightened and began to boil.

“I’m gonna to breed you, Finn! I’m gonna seed your hole and fill ya with my cum!” I yelled, breaking a sweat as I power-fucked him hard and deep.  

“Yeah! Fuck yeah!” I said, my cock throbbing and contracting. “Gonna shoot!”

Squeezing his hole around my cock, he groaned as my hot jizz began to fire deep inside of him.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I screamed, jackhammering my boywife’s cunt and shooting wad after wad up inside of his beautiful jock butt! “Yeeaaaaah!”

As the last drops of my batter filled up his ass, I fell forward and my weight pressed down on him. With my prick still buried inside of him, we collapsed in a heap on the carpet.

While catching my breath, I whispered… “You are my property, boy, and you’ll never belong to another man as long as I’m still breathing.”

He whimpered underneath me.

“I love you, Finn,” I continued softly. “And don’t ever forget who is the boss of you, kid…”

The chastity devise had worked just as Chief Rossi had said it would, because after I’d untied and ungagged him, Finn was all over me, wanting me to nail his ass again!

The only way I could describe it, is that it seemed like he was in a state of constant sexual readiness.

Still being turned on as hell and having been hard-up for several weeks, I wasn’t passing up another piece of my boy’s ass, so I lifted him off the floor and took him into our bedroom.

With my arms around his slim waist and his around my neck, Finn was kissing me as hot and excitedly as he had when we’d been sneaking around and playing hide the salami every time that we’d been alone.   

Both of us on our sides, we were kissing like we hadn’t seen each other in months, and my tongue was so far down Finn’s throat that I thought I’d choke him. Being the man that I am, my hands were soon on his ass.

He broke our kiss and looked at me.

“Got something to say?” I asked wryly as my middle finger opened his cum-filled ring. “You can always speak freely—unless I tell ya otherwise.”

“Yes, Sir.” Finn sighed. “Do you know the real reason why I got all distant and moody?”

“Tell me, boy.” I looked deep into his eyes.

I had a feeling that it was because of the change in work schedule to those overnighters, but I wanted to hear him say the words.

“You being gone for an entire day for work.” He paused. “I suppose I was lonely… Then, I got angry. I’m so sorry, Rocco—I mean, Sir.”

I shot him a beaming smile. “I thought it might be that, but you don’t have to worry about that anymore. When I get back to work after this little second honeymoon of me fucking you silly, I’m going back to the regular hours I had before.”

Finn’s eyes lit up. “That’s awesome!” His hand moved to the key on my chest. “But ya know what would make me even happier?”

“I think I do,” I said with Finn lifting the key to his CB6000 from my chest.

“Could you unlock this chastity thing and fuck me until I shoot, Sir?” He asked, grinning from ear to ear.

The boy was giving me those puppy-dog eyes that I almost never said no to, but I wasn’t having my hot little boywife pull my strings anymore.

“Not until I decide to unlock it and let you shoot!” I growled.

The blond gave me a playful pout. “Could you at least fuck me again, Sir?”

My Italian cock had gone soft for a few minutes, but hearing Finn’s words, the wind filled my sails, and my ten-incher throbbed against him.

“Oh hell, yeah,” I said, rolling over on top of him and holding him down by his wrists.

When the massive head of my cock opened his stretched pink ring, Finn threw his head back and screamed with pleasure…

Two weeks later…

Even though it was Spring Break for the kids in school, I’d just gotten off of work. After pulling into the garage, I strolled, with a smile on my face, into our kitchen through the garage door.

Catching a whiff of spicy tomato sauce in the air, I knew I was in for a treat. With the exception of my ma, Finn made the best pasta sauce that I’d ever had. Of course, I always let the boywife think that his was the best I’d ever had.

“I’m home!” I called out.

After taking Chief Rossi’s advice, and spending a four-day weekend tying up and fucking my boy about two dozen times, Finn and I were more solid than we’d ever been.

Even though two weeks had passed, I still hadn’t let him cum and it was driving him fucking crazy.

My wish was his command. At first, I’d warned the boy that I’d be taking my dues as a husband whenever I wanted—whether he was in the mood or not, but that had not even come up once, because he was in the mood all the damn time! Even though I was drilling him so much that I was probably shooting air at this point, he couldn’t get enough of my cock in his sweet boypussy. Of course, I was happy giving him all of the sausage stuffing that he wanted anytime…

“Sir!” Finn called out excitedly as he ran into the kitchen and jumped into my arms, blanketing my face with exuberant kisses. He was wearing only a pair of white socks, his jockstrap, and of course, his locked chastity cup.

“Ya miss me, babe?” I asked, winking.

“Always,” he swore as I put him down.

These days, he was always ecstatic when I got home from work. My boy was a completely different kid than he’d been a few weeks ago.

“When will dinner be ready?” I asked, walking into the living room.

Finn was following maybe two steps behind me. “About thirty minutes, Rocco.”

I plopped down on the sofa and put my feet up on the stool in front of it. Watching him, I could not help, but smile.  Finn got down on his knees on the floor in front of the stool.

“Any fires today?” He asked as he unlaced my right work boot and pulled it off.

“Two over on Elm,” I replied, closing my eyes as he began to massage my socked foot.

The nightly ritual of his pulling off my boots and rubbing my feet after a long, hard day had come to fruition with no complaints on his part. So, every night, when I got home, Finn would rub my big hoofs. And on command, the boy would even lick my feet and suck my toes.

Something he’d not wanted to do for years was now something that he constantly craved to do for his husband.

He pulled off my left boot and rubbed my other socked foot.

After enjoying his massage for a few moments, I said, “Come up here and sit beside me, boy.”

Finn carefully placed my foot on the stool and sat beside me on the couch.

“It’s been two weeks since ya came,” I said, putting my arm around him.

“Yes, Sir.” He nodded.

“It’s time we do something about that.” I pulled the chain holding the key to his locked chastity unit off of my head and Finn’s eyes grew large.

With my other hand, I pulled him into me and my lips pressed against his. Aggressively, I inserted my long tongue into his wet mouth.

Thinking about seeing the boy cum already had me rock hard, so not breaking our passionate kiss, I lowered Finn down on the couch and moved on top of him.

While our tongues played, my hands found his smooth bubble butt and my finger explored his pink ring.

Underneath me, Finn moaned.

I broke our kiss, and after giving him a wink, I took the key and unlocked the chastity device.

The boy’s chest was already rising and falling in excitement.

My fingers quickly began to remove the unit from his trapped cock, which took longer than I thought it would.

Finally, his dick was free and immediately hard. Finn’s shaved balls were already tight and his shaft was already turning a deep reddish-purple.

Instinctively, he reached for his boner but I slapped his hand away.

“I’m gonna do it, boy!” I insisted gruffly.

In a flash, I had my uniform pants around my knees and my uncut cock slicked with some lube we kept in the drawer of the end table.

I put the boy’s legs over my shoulders, and I drove all ten inches into him.

With my left hand holding Finn’s wrists above his head, I grabbed his rigid and already throbbing prick.

As he moaned at the top of his lungs, I fucked him hard and fast, while stroking the boy’s cock.

He was already close…

With my boywife’s climax less than a minute away, his ass gripped my prick so hard that it felt as if he was actually squeezing my hog with his fist. And to my own shock, the intense pressure wringing my cock had me already close, too.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Finn screamed. “Oh my God, Sir!”

“Oh yeaaahhhh!” I replied, pounding his hole.

The boy’s blue eyes left my gaze and they rolled back in his head. He let out an almost otherworldly, guttural moan.

As I drilled him and jerked his erection, Finn arched his back.

Suddenly, he shot his first wad…

I watched in amazement as the white mass about the circumference of a marble flew across the room and slapped loudly against the wall, about twelve feet away!

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” He continued screaming as several more gobs of his release fired over the arm of the couch in rapid succession.

Watching this with incredulous eyes, I fired my load into his clenched ass.

Finn continued to shoot, covering himself with so much of his own cum that he was caked with it from head to navel…

After a nearly three-minute orgasm, his shooting subsided, but his creamy white cum continued to stream from his pissslit.

I collapsed on top of him—both of us breathless and spent.

“I love you,” Finn whispered into my ear.

“And I love you, boy,” I replied. “But don’t ever forget who you obey, who you worship.” I paused, still catching my breath. “And to whom you’ll always belong…”

The End

About the Author

“Keegan Kennedy is a sassy little thing from Memphis, Tennessee. When he isn’t playing superhero by day as an accountant, he’s traveling the country, writing sexy novels and novellas about big strong men and their submissive counterparts. Some say his stories are all factual accounts of his love life, others say the written word could never fully encompass the kinky, glorious experiences that he shares with his lovers. Keegan is best known for his epic space saga Ganymede 4, which kicks a ton of ass.” – J. Sami Harvey

Author of Homecoming: #1 in four countries: The United States, United Kingdom, Germany and Canada. (April 2013)

Author of The Substitute Wife: #1 (May 2012)

Also author of top tens: My Boss' Son, The Substitute Wife Part Two, The Substitute Wife Part Three, My Lifeguard, The Nine-Inch Cure for the Blues, The Interview, Dude, The Coach Wants to See You and The Christmas Bottom (2012, 2013).

Currently, Keegan lives in Memphis, TN and is happily single. He enjoys hearing from his readers, so feel free to drop him a line and let him know if you enjoyed Who Wears the Pants in the Family? at wolfjock@gmail.com.

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I want to sincerely thank all of my readers! Because of you, I have made many new friends from across the globe on every continent, with the exception of Antarctica––to my knowledge. Your kind words and encouragement have meant the world to me. I answer all emails, so feel free to contact me. - Love, Keegan

Other Titles from Keegan Kennedy

Ganymede 4:

When a Terran Empire starship is pulled into a wormhole and crashes on an unknown and uncharted distant planet, the survivors of the ill-fated ship struggle to adjust to this world full of dangers and secrets while holding out a hope that they can escape their new home. Star-crossed former lovers, Burke Wolfhampton and Sitka Drakos, lead the sexually-charged group in an effort to build a new life on a hostile world that will defy their understanding of biology, family, sex and gender.

Vampires of New York:

From Keegan Kennedy, comes a new series that follows the adventures of a gay writer trying to take his own bite out of The Big Apple. In a story of friendship, sex, stardom, craziness, regret and obsession, Chase Stevenson, an indie writer, leaves his old life behind, moves to Manhattan to pursue a publishing deal and make a fresh start. Along with his long-time friends, Adam and Victoria, Chase soon realizes that in the city that never sleeps—everyone has an agenda. Although Chase struggles to overcome his past, he finds that things can be the same all over, and sometimes, old habits are nearly impossible to break. But when fame presents itself, will Chase compromise everything, sprout fangs and become just another Vampire of New York?

Captivated:

Erotica title… From the stimulatingly outlandish mind of Keegan Kennedy comes an unorthodox romance.... Based in Toronto, college student, Ian Proctor has been living with German billionaire, Braun Richter, since the death of his mother, who had been a Canadian pop singer, actress and socialite. Not only does Ian wait on his Braun hand and foot, he is also head over heels in love with and fixated on pleasing the six foot, five inch blond giant.

Braun, who is strict, demanding and possessive in regard to Ian, has forbidden him to date...until someone worthy of the shy and intelligent teen comes along. Of course, as a condition, any acceptable suitor for Ian would have be handpicked by Braun. Unbeknownst to Ian, his obsession for his handsome and brooding mother's former husband is nothing compared to the obsession that Braun also has for him. On the day of his nineteenth birthday, Ian receives a surprise gift from Braun that will change their lives forever....

Homecoming:

Erotica title… Lucas Hudson has six weeks remaining before leaving his small town for college, but first, he must adjust to the return of his new stepbrother, Dane Bolton, from the Marine Corps. Although initially reluctant about the return of the local hero and former football jock, who had been three years ahead of him in high school, Lucas develops an instant crush on his new roomie. 21 year-old, Dane Bolton is a dominant marine with a kinky side and has secretly been fixated on Lucas long before they were related by marriage. Dane quickly becomes controlling and starts to take over Lucas’ life. With a deep and mostly untouched submissive nature, Lucas is ripe for the picking and falls completely under the spell of the dynamic Alpha Male. Dane, who will stop at nothing to possess the object of his longtime fantasy, spins Lucas into his web. Dane attempts to take control of the young, blond and demands nothing less than Lucas’ complete and total submission. In this erotic novel filled with love, possession and obsession, Dane and Lucas struggle to overcome many obstacles on their way to happiness, which most importantly includes their respective parents.

Magnificent Pretense:

Erotica title… Having received a full baseball scholarship to college, Ryder Conrad is a few weeks shy of his high school graduation. As a condition of the scholarship, the eighteen-year-old jock must undergo a complete medical examination performed by Dr. Kirk Livingston. Not only is Dr. Livingston his family’s doctor, but the handsome, muscular doctor is also the best friend of Ryder’s father. Unbeknownst to everyone, Ryder, the young baseball jock, has been desperately in love with “Uncle Kirk” since the age of five. With a yearning to be submissive to the rugged and divorced physician, Ryder decides to turn up the heat on the good doctor and see if their already close relationship can become more intense. Will Ryder’s boyhood fantasies about Dr. Livingston finally come true or will the physical exam lead to the biggest scandal that the small town of Westport has ever seen?

Vampires of New York Excerpt

Excerpt from Chapter Five:

With the conclusion of our fourth round of drinks, Victoria and I were evenly paced.

And we were both feeling a whole lotta happy.

Back in college, I think that one of the many reasons that I’d grown to love the incredible woman beside me was that she could hold her own while drinking. As a gay man, I held reverence for any straight woman that could keep up with me and not cop out after two drinks.

“So, how are you and Franco?” I asked her with a slight slur in my speech. I’d realized that the overstimulation from the club had distracted me from asking her about her six-month courtship with the handsome Italian chef that I’d seen her all over Facebook with. “Where is he tonight anyway? I’m sure Adam could’ve gotten him in.”

She cut her eyes at me. “There is no more me and Franco.”

The sounds of a remix the Karl Wolfe single Go Your Own Way filled the buzzing atmosphere surrounding us.

“No way! What happened?”

“Well,” she began, pausing for a moment. From the look in her eyes, I could tell that there was a crazy-but-true story about to come my way. “I thought things were perfect. We’d even talked about possibly getting engaged.”

Victoria had mentioned that, so I nodded.

“Just two weeks ago, Franco was arrested.”

“For what?”

“The police caught him fucking a tranny in the backseat of his Mercedes in some alley––in the Meat Packing District of all places!”

My mouth fell open. “No fuckin’ way!”

“When he called me to come bail his ass outta jail, Franco didn’t bother to tell me what he’d been arrested for. So, when I got down there, I found out the charges and I was floored! Flattened by a fucking steam roller!”

“I would’ve been, too!”

“Well, when I told the desk guy at the precinct that it couldn’t be true, he pointed across the room and I saw this tore-up lookin’ drag queen waiting to get processed and the cop told me it was him.”

“Oh—my—God!”

“I’ve been around, and I’ve seen my fair share of drag queens, but this Puerto Rican one that Franco had been stuffing his sausage into looked tragic—bad makeup—tacky clothes—and a fucking pig nose on the bitch!”

At this point, words had almost escaped me, but I managed, “There’s no excuse for bad drag.”

“That’s what I’m screamin’!” Victoria took her first sip of margarita number five. “Well, when I saw his ass, he knew that he was cold busted, but the idiot tried to say he thought the tranny was a real girl, and I knew that was beyond bullshit!” She shook her head.

“I don’t think that tranny is a kosher word anymore,” I stated.

“Like I give a damn right now!” She shot back. “I’d fallen in love for a man who likes to fuck chicks with dicks on the side!”

Still gaping at her with wide eyes, I put my hand over hers. “Shug, I’m so sorry. Did you bail him out?”

“No! I left his ass there!”

I laughed out loud.

“I think his brother got him out the next day.”

“Have you seen him since?”

“Hell no!” Victoria scoffed. “I don’t plan on ever seeing that mother fucker again.” She gave me a sharp look. “You didn’t notice me taking down all our pictures on Facebook?”

“Shug, when it comes to Facebook, I hardly pay any attention to that.”

“Some friend you are.” She smiled.

“I would’ve noticed—eventually.” I took a sip of my cranberry concoction. “I’m so sorry this happened to you.”

“I’m not!”

“Huh?”

“I loved the man, and I miss what we had.” She tossed her hair over her right shoulder. “But at least I found out that he had some sort of tranny fetish before I married his ass!”

“True. Although you seem fired up about the situation, you’re being quite cavalier about the break up.”

“If Franco had left me for another woman or even came out as gay, I’d have been upset. But this was too much! It was just like being trapped in that Priscilla Queen of the Desert movie mixed up with a little of that movie, Closer.” Victoria paused. “Or even better, being the punch line in a shocking plot twist of one of your novellas.”

“The whole deal is very Eddie Murphy circa 1997.”

“When Eddie said he was only giving that transsexual prostitute a ride home?” She asked sharply.

“The one and the same.”

“Well, tonight, that is all in my past… Because momma is on the prowl!” Victoria proclaimed.

“For a new man?”

“Fuck that! I only wanna a man who is good at two things!” She took another sip of her drink. “A man who knows how to use his tongue and a man who knows how to move his damn hips!”

“Hell, I could use one of those myself!” I said, raising my glass and clinking hers.

I didn’t get it. Relationships were hard enough––especially gay relationships. I’d been under the impression that dating for straight people was supposed to be easier, but it seemed like things were the same all over.

Victoria Davis was beautiful, smart, funny and incredibly successful. She had her master’s in computer science and was now the head of IT for Hayashi Corporation in Manhattan. In fact, she was an advanced hacker and computer subterfuge expert. One of her favorite things to do was mask her IP address, change locked-down Wikipedia entries of celebrities that got on her nerves and then send me the hilarious new details. Some of her past celebrity victims on Wikipedia had been Kenny Chesney, Will Smith and Tom Cruise.

“With all of the eligible men in New York, I’m shocked that you don’t have them beating down your door.”

“You’re kidding, right?”

“No.” I narrowed my eyes at her.

“This is Manhattan.”

“Yeah,” I replied as if she was stating the obvious. “Last time I checked this wasn’t somewhere hideous like Oklahoma City.”

“You don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

“Manhattan is full of single people with the grass-is-always-greener mantra! So, if someone sees one little flaw or personality quirk they don’t like, they toss the person away looking for perfection. It’s crazy!” Victoria took a substantial gulp of her drink. “Sometimes too much variety can cause a traffic jam in the express aisle!”

“Good one,” I added, feeling someone standing behind us.

We’d both been so deep in conversation that we hadn’t noticed the arrival of a stranger standing behind Victoria with a cocky grin on his face.

The two of us looked up at the guy. A young black guy, who appeared to be around 22 or so, was smiling down at us with gold grills on his teeth. He had medium-length braids, a peace sign tattoo on the center of his forehead and a tall, lean body.

“What up!” He screamed out as if he were an announcer on a TV show.

“Hey,” I replied, scanning his baggy pants and his New York Nicks t-shirt.

“Good evening,” Victoria replied icily.

“Yo, I’m Lil’ D-Wayne!”

“Did you say Lil’ Wayne?” I asked swiftly.

“No!” He threw his hands up. “I’m Lil’ D-Wayne! Ya don’t want a brotha to get sued, do ya?”

We both laughed.

“I’m an up and coming rapper, though, and much better looking!”

“You are certainly much more visually appealing than Lil’ Wayne,” my friend commented.

“So, what’s up? You wanna dance, hot lady?”

At first, she said nothing.

I watched Victoria closely as her eyes scanned him up and down. Knowing her as well as I did, I realized that she was giving Lil’ D-Wayne her alcohol-buzzed size-up.

“What the hell!” She declared, grabbing her drink and taking his hand.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about!” Lil’ D-Wayne howled excitedly.

Victoria turned toward me. “I’ll check ya in a little while.”

I nodded. “Text me if you leave!” I screamed after them with a now prominent slur in my speech. “I don’t wanna get a damn call from the police, telling me that they found your drunk ass in some gutter covered in puke with your dress over your head!”

Victoria gave me a friendly middle finger and disappeared down the stairs with Lil’ D-Wayne.

I made a pit stop to the bathroom then got drink number six, and I was feeling no pain.

After the flight and the strangeness of now calling Manhattan home, I’d desperately needed this. It wasn’t like I was unfamiliar with New York; I’d visited Adam prior to this big move. Knowing that this was going to be my new city, I’d felt this uneasy tension all day long, but at least for the moment, my stress had ceased.

Sipping my drink and propping myself against the upstairs VIP railing, I was amusing myself by watching Victoria dancing below with Lil’ D-Wayne, who looked like he was doing some sort of new, modified version of the Roger Rabbit Dance.

If the aspiring rapper had been my dance partner and he displayed moves like that, I would’ve been mortified. Not Victoria. She had a carefree smile on her face and a hungry look in her eyes. She wasn’t mortified; she was horny.

“Hey,” A deep voice came from behind me.

With the music playing below, I’d expected to see Adam standing behind me, but when I turned I was met by the face of an incredibly hot stranger.

“Hey,” I replied simply with my eyes wide and my mouth slightly ajar.

Perhaps in his mid-twenties, this guy looked like he’d stepped off an Abercrombie & Fitch billboard. With spiked blond hair and amber eyes, he stood at maybe six-foot-two and had a chiseled, angular face. From the aesthetically pleasing short sleeve compression shirt that he was wearing, leaving no aspect of his upper body to the imagination, this guy had rock hard pecs, broad shoulders and appeared not to have an ounce of fat on him.

I craned my neck upward and gave him a brilliant smile.

“I’m Ryan.” He extended his hand to me, and I took it. His grip was strong and I could actually see the muscles of his forearm flex when he shook my hand.

“Chase.” I felt the goofy, drunken smile still on my face. And I had the compulsion to follow-up with something clever, but all that came out was, “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“You, too,” he replied in a voice that was so masculine and smooth that it could’ve melted butter.

As we stared at each other for a moment, I could easily see that we were both at a loss for words.

But, hell, I was drunk, and no matter how hot this Ryan was, he’d approached me, so I was going to let him lead.

“You’re hot,” he finally said, leaning into me.

Sizing up his comment and the situation, I decided to play it cool.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I continued to smile, catching the scent of his cologne that contained a hint of sandalwood.  

“I’ve been watching you for over an hour,” he continued, moving his face toward my ear. “I wasn’t sure if you were with that girl or not.”

Apparently, I’d been so wrapped up in my conversation that I hadn’t noticed this mass of muscle and hotness watching me.

“No, that’s my friend, Victoria.” I took a sip of my drink unable to tear my eyes off of him. “You should’ve come up and said hello.”

“Well, I’m saying hello now.” Ryan smiled, giving me this charming, boyish grin which showcased the hidden dimples in his cheeks.

“I’m certainly glad you did.”

He leaned down and whispered, “And you’ve got an incredible ass, Chase.”

With his comment, I assumed that marriage, a house in the burbs with a picket fence and two adopted children was no longer on the table, but after dealing with Dr. Brad Brown for three years, a new husband wasn’t really what I was looking for either. Instead, I knew that I could gladly settle for my legs over his shoulders and my scratch marks down his back.

“Do I?” I was being playfully coy.

“You do.” There was certainty in those killer eyes of his.

“So, what do you do, Ryan?” I asked, trying to get the subject off of my ass, if only for a minute.

“I’m a model and an actor.”

“That doesn’t surprise me.” Knowing that almost all actors and models were vain and used to hearing how beautiful they were, I paused, trying to find some follow-up that didn’t sound like me gushing. “Because you’re quite photogenic.”

“Thanks.” Another grin from Ryan. “What do you do?”

“I’m a writer.”

“For a newspaper or magazine?”

“No, fiction,” I replied. “I have forty-two titles, and I just had a male for male sci-fi novel that I wrote get picked up by Hadler Media.”

“Cool.” Was all he said.

I waited for the obligatory follow-up questions about my writing but none seemed to be coming. Instead, we shared an uncomfortable silence. Then I realized that Ryan didn’t a give a shit about my writing or me; he just wanted to fuck me.

Strike one!

“So, you’re modeling and acting...” I ventured forward. “Anything I’ve seen you in?”

“Well, maybe.” Ryan hesitated.

I nodded, urging him on.

“I’m featured on a website called Rough Bondage Muscle.”

This didn’t qualify as a strike. After all, about three quarters of my work were male for male erotic novellas, so in a more literary sense, I was also part of the adult entertainment industry.

“Very cool. I’ve never been to the site, but it sounds like one I’d enjoy.”

Many of my novellas were about dominance and submission and featured bondage, rough play, feet, spanking and all other sorts of fetishes. I was good with a lot of kink.

I continued. “Clearly, you have the muscle part of the website name, but do you also enjoy the rough and the bondage part?”

“Oh, fuck yeah!” Ryan exclaimed excitedly. “My girlfriend doesn’t get into that stuff, so the website gives me an outlet.”

Strike two!

“Girlfriend?” I asked, frowning slightly.

“Yeah.”

Unlike Adam, I had very little interest in sleeping with bisexual, straight-curious, confused or closeted married men looking for a quick nut. One of my past boyfriends, Quinn Bullock, had fallen into the straight-curious and confused categories, and it was something that I’d sworn that I’d never repeat. But Ryan wasn’t looking for a relationship and neither was I, so I’d not written him off yet.

“Are you bi?”

“Mostly straight.” He took a swig of his beer. “About twenty percent into guys...”

“Oh, I see.” I took a long sip of my fabulous cranberry concoction through my straw and pondered that this guy had just quoted me an actual percentage. “So, you’re in between one and two on the Kinsey Scale.”

Ryan appeared befuddled. “The who scale?”

“Never mind.”

“How old are you?”

“27,” I lied.

“Awesome, I’m 25.” He paused and stepped a few inches closer to me. “Your accent...”

I knew this was inevitable. In my travels, I was always asked about the way I spoke. Although I didn’t have the original Mississippi twang that I’d grown up with, I still had strong traces of the Southern accent.

“Yes?”

“Are you from London?” He asked, taking another swig of his beer.

I shot him an incredulous glare. “No, I lived in Memphis before moving here.”

“Ah, cool.” Ryan nodded with a vacant-lot stare. “Where’s that?”

Although he was hot, this boy wasn’t exactly well-read, so I decided to yank his chain a little to see if he’d even notice. “It’s a city in Egypt,” I stated with a subtle smirk.

Actually, the city of Memphis in Egypt was an ancient town, now uninhabited, and the place that the city of Memphis, Tennessee was named for.

He gave me that flawless smile again. “I’ve always wanted to go to London. I bet it was cool growing up there.”

Strike three! How could he still be stuck on London?

One of my many pet peeves was people who asked me questions, ignored the answers and disregarded my responses completely. So, I couldn’t stand guys who didn’t listen. At least, Ryan was pretty...

Despite the three strikes, he was still hot enough to possibly have a good time with. After all, a dumb hot guy with a hot body was good for a temporary diversion. Besides, if he was paid for sex on a male bondage fetish website, he probably knew what he was doing in bed.

“It was great growing up in London,” I said, not bothering to correct him and owning his assertion. “Queen Elizabeth is my cousin.”

Usually, I didn’t fuck with people this bad, but I was drunk, so sue me.

“Who?” He asked.

“Never mind,” I said, leaning my head up and exposing my neck to him. My hands moved to his chest and found the rock hard muscle under his compression shirt. “That’s not important.” I paused, licking my lips. “So, tell me, Ryan, what are you into?”

Following my lead, his arms wrapped around my waist and his hands found my ass.

“Many things, sweet ass.”

Sweet ass? This dipshit had just called me sweet ass?

“Like what?” I asked, feeling his long fingers squeezing my firm butt in my dark jeans. Despite all of the strikes, I had to admit that Ryan’s hands felt good on me.

“I’m looking for something specific tonight.”

“Do tell.”

I was trembling with erotic anticipation.

With his jaw clenched, he deadpanned, “I want to put you in some panty hose, ass-less panties, a mini-skirt and then fist you.”

Strike One Million!

“Fist me?! I asked in a near hiss.

“Yeah.”

“In panty hose?”

“Oh hell, yeah!” His fingers squeezed my ass hard. “And don’t forget about the ass-less chick panties.”

Although I was a kinky boy and wrote about fetishes, I’d never touched the subject of fisting. To me, it held no appeal—whatsoever. Why would I want some big oaf, no matter how hot he was, to stick his big fist into my ass and ram it in and out? Hell, I barely liked fingers in my ass and now this guy wanted to stick his whole fist into me!

And the panty hose thing... I mean, sure, I would put on a jockstrap and sports gear in a heartbeat, but cross-dressing wasn’t my thing. I had no problem with it, but it wasn’t for me.

I stepped back from him and his hands fell off of my butt. “I really appreciate your interests, but I’m afraid I must decline.”

Ryan’s full lips fell open and quickly developed into a sneer. “Someone like you is turning me down?”

That pissed me off!

“Damn straight!” I shot back.

Usually, I was more reserved than this, but when drinking, I could be over-the-top, dramatic, crass and confrontational––one of the reasons that Adam referred to me as Little Dynamite. 

“I can get any man or woman in this place!” He declared, fuming from my rejection. “And a little faggot with a big nose is gonna turn me down!”

“Insults from a guy as dumb as a box of rocks really doesn’t faze me!” I retorted, keeping my anger at bay. “And I like my nose, it came from my grandmother!”

“Like I give a fuck about that!” He yelled.

“Ya know, Ryan, if you can get anyone in this place, go get them––and you can keep your fists and your damn panty hose! Because this little faggot just turned your ass down!”

Tossing my head back and puffing out my chest, I walked away, leaving that hot mess where he stood.