Date: Sat, 29 Feb 2020 14:07:08 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Mr. Harris and Davey Meet Again - installment 4 Richard woke up, with davey fast asleep. Davey's head rested on his left pec, and Richard's arm was wrapped around him, tight. "He looks like a sleeping baby" thought Richard. "Such a cutie. Such a hottie. Making him mine is going to be SO MUCH FUN" He moved his hand up into davey's hair - the beautiful hair he had always coveted, from high school, before kissing davey's lips to wake him up. "Sleeping beauty, get up. You have a job to get to." Davey jumped, but he couldn't move very far, with Harris holding him so tightly. "OH, Sorry Sir. For a minute I forgot where I was." Harris laughed. "A bit too much for you last night, muffin?" Davey tried to move, but Harris was having none of it. "Maybe Sir. It WAS my first time. I had never thought that, well.... a man would put his penis up my ass." Harris laughed. "Get used to it davey boy. It's gonna be your life for at least a while. " He rolled davey on his back and climbed on top of him. He kissed him. "And hopefully, long after you've paid off your debt." "Hopefully, long after you've paid off your debt." The words bounced around davey's head. There had been Heather, who clearly did NOT want him around after being married for a year. He was 38. Had anyone ever wanted him around? Seemed that Richie did. He wasn't letting him go. "Sir... I don't mean to be rude, but you're right. I have a job to get to, and if I don't get up..." Harris laughed. "Oh, sure. I'm being greedy. Just a little more, handsome. Just a little more..." He rubbed his morning scruff over Davey's neck. When davey moaned, he said "I'm gonna have to not do that. You don't want the kids to see you with a hickey." He moved his mouth down to davey's nipple, and slowly began licking and chewing. OH GOD SIR. PLEASE I DON'T KNOW WHETHER TO BEG YOU TO STOP OR TO GO ON. " Harris stopped and looked right down at him. "That's the perfect answer. We'll pick this back up tonight. I hope I don't have to cover for absent staff, but I expect to find you here when I come home today. "Yes Sir. Class is over at 2, and I think the coaching session is over at 4." Then he paused "Yes Sir. I'll wear my uniform. I promise." "You're gonna make me hard all over again davey." Davey blushed. The thought of a man like Richie getting excited over him, was both confusing, and appealing. "I'd better get into the shower Sir. I'll put on the coach's uniform before I leave." Harris said nothing, but just smiled. He slipped into his robe. There was a knock on the door. "Pardon my interruption Mr. Harris." It was Jason's voice. I've been scanning the morning papers, and there is a story I believe you should see." "Yes, Jason, please come in." Jason opened the door, looking meticulous as always. He handed Harris a folded newspaper with an article highlighted. The title of the article was "Local Company Files for Bankruptcy." Harris scanned the article. "Hmmm. Am I mistaken, or is this Heather's father's company." "No, Sir, you are correct. As usual." Harris made a slight smile. "I wonder how that happened. They were so successful." "My read of the article Sir, is that they were caught in some very creative stock trading. It crossed the line of legal more than once." "No kidding. This is a surprise. " He looked up "Thank you Jason. This may very well have made my day." "Shall I save it for Davey Sir?," asked Jason, knowing full well what the answer would be. "No, I think I'll share it myself." Jason smiled "As you wish Sir. Shall I have Clara make up breakfast?" "Perhaps Davey wants something to eat. Just coffee for me." "Yes Sir. It will be ready." Davey came out of the shower, wrapped in a towel. Richard could feel himself becoming aroused. The last thing he should do at this point in time, though, was to attack Davey . He had some plans for the evening. He did smile at Davey however. "I'm very glad you don't shave your chest, Davey. I find it a ridiculous habit." "Do you Sir? I was thinking of doing it because, well, your chest hair is so intimidating." Harris laughed. "Davey, that may be the funniest thing I've heard all week. I've been accused, not without cause, of being intimidating, although my chest hair has never been mentioned." "Well, Sir," said Davey. "If I may." He came closer and gently opened up Harris' robe at the chest. "When my cheek rests here, I consider myself a lucky man." Harris smiled. "So do I, davey." He hugged his bottom. "Now, I have to get in the shower. There is an article Jason brought me, which may interest you." As Harris showered, Davey read the article. "HOLY CRAP. That's Heather's father. He's going to jail! No money in the family? What was she going to do? And, more to the point, how was he going to react? He didn't have the means to help her, if he wanted to, but could he ask Richie? WOULD Richie? Harris came out of the shower. Davey had dressed in his blue polo, his shorts, his white sneakers, and he had his baseball cap on. Harris smiled. He pointed down to his towel. "Do you see what you're doing to me davey?" Davey grinned. "Is that a good thing Sir?" Harris came over, and held his face in his hands. "It's a VERY good thing Davey, just not on your first day of work. I may force you to be late. " He smiled. "Just one thing, stud..." "Yes sir?" Davey asked. "If your cap rim is forward, it means that you're the one who gets your cock sucked. Well..." He moved Davey's cap so the lid was backwards. When Davey blushed, he laughed. "Oh, for heaven's sake Davey, I won't be there today. You better NOT be sucking any other cock." Davey blushed again. "Clara is very eager to serve you breakfast. I'll be out in a minute. I just have to get myself dressed before meeting the suppliers. " "Sir, may I ask you one thing?" Harris smiled. "Heather? " Davey nodded. "Do you WANT me to help her?" "I don't know Sir." Harris sighed. "Look, Davey. I'm not inclined to. If you want me to, I will. You think about it. She's going to contact you. Trust me. By now, her rich bitch friends have told her about your situation. Don't be surprised if she's at the high school waiting for you. " "I understand Sir. I'll think about it. " Harris came over and kissed the top of Davey's forehead. "You were always one of the nice ones. That hasn't changed." Davey walked out to the dining room. Clara was beaming. "Morning Davey. I hope you're excited about today." "I am Clara. VERY excited. I never thought I'd be a coach." She brought over a pot of coffee. "I KNOW you're going to do well. I just KNOW it. Now, I didn't know what you'd want for breakfast, so I made eggs, and I made pancakes, and I made waffles. So why don't you just pick? I'll ask Sam to bring the rest to school. Those boys are always hungry. " Davey filled his plate with a little of each. WHY Clara was working here, instead of a restaurant, perplexed him. He probably could have eaten all the food himself. But the last thing he wanted to do was look fat for his kids - "His kids." He was already thinking like a coach! Harris came out. "And a big good morning to you Clara. OH MY. Those waffles smell good. Would that I could." Clara frowned "Why can't you Sir?" "Well, I have to meet with the folks who are trying to sell me new products. I'll be tasting all morning. I'll have to add an extra half hour to the gym, for sure. " Davey grinned. "Should I come over to train you, Sir?" Clara blushed and turned away "Much as that may titillate you Davey, I learned long ago that running and cardio was not my thing. It's weights for me. But thank you for the offer." He drank up his coffee and came over and kissed Clara "Thank you for taking such good care of Davey, " he whispered to her. "He doesn't know how lucky he is having you look after him." She blushed and whispered back "I could say the same of you Sir." Then he kissed Davey again. "This afternoon, you. We have a date." And just like that, he threw on a jacket, and was out the door. Clara was watching him as he left. She sighed. "Davey, that man was so sad, and so miserable until you came along. I've never seen him happier." Davey paused. "Clara, I have to wait until Sam comes back from the restaurant. Can I ask you to tell me about that? " She paused. "I shouldn't. But you should know. " She pulled out a chair at the table and sat down. "Jason is out taking care of a few matters, so I can speak freely of this. Mr. Harris had a boyfriend for many years. His name was Fred. I'll show you pictures some time. I don't know where he met him - probably at one of the bars he used to go to. Well, Fred was considerably younger than Mr. Harris. We all knew it was a bad match, but... OH MY. Mr. Harris was SO SMITTEN with him. He didn't want him to ever leave, so he gave him the driver job - the one Sam has now. " She paused. "It was after the house was restored inside, and they were fixing up the garden and the exterior. Sam was working on the crew - that's where we met. So was this guy named Peter. Well, to cut to the chase, as Jason would say, Mr. Harris came home early one day. Unexpectedly. He went to the bedroom to change, and Fred was , oh, Davey, I hate using this word - Fred was fucking Peter. " Davey was hanging on every word. "What happened?" "Well, Davey, perhaps not what you might expect. Mr. Harris let them know he saw them - I think he said "Please clean up when you're done," and then he left. He went and stayed at a hotel that night. The next day, Jason confronted each of them. He handed them each an envelope - Lord knows how much money there was in them - and told them to leave by 3pm. He had me burn all of the linens from the bedroom, and that was all we ever heard of them again. He came home that night - probably at about 5:30. He went into the library with Jason, and they talked. I don't believe that I heard him cry, but they were in there for about 4 hours. He came out, asked me to warm him some dinner, and then went back to the hotel - the new linens weren't here for the bed, yet. The next day, he asked if any of the manual laborers were interested in becoming his driver. He interviewed them all, and he chose Sam. We had been secretly dating already , but I think Mr. Harris had figured it out. That was about 5 years ago. I think that none of us saw Mr. Harris smile again, until Travis told him you were back in town. "Does he still hang out with Travis?" "Oh yes, Davey. Yes indeed. Some of the pieces you see on the walls, came from Travis' shop. They're very good friends. Travis, I think, was the only person in town who would talk to Mr. Harris before he came back and opened the restaurant. " "And Jason? " Clara smiled. "That's for another day. It's another interesting part of Mr. Harris' life." She looked at the clock. "DAVEY. YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE. Sam's not back yet." She sighed. "If you don't mind driving in our car, I'll bring you to school this morning." "Clara, I'd be delighted. Maybe you'll tell me some more about yourself." She smiled. "Oh, there's not much to tell, Davey. You didn't notice me at school, but , well, maybe you'll notice something now. " She came over, and she stood in profile. "Does my face remind you of anyone?" Davey looked, closely. Indeed she did, but, should he say it? "You do, Clara. You look a bit like Heather did when she was younger." She smiled wryly. "That's because Heather is my half sister." Davey almost spit coffee on his polo shirt. 'WHAT? " Clara smiled. "When I started working here, I used to say, Mr. Harris may be gay, but he's the only faithful successful man I've ever met. Heather's father had his, ahem , dalliances. I'm the result of one of them. But he couldn't afford to let anyone know that he had visited some, shall we say 'ladies of the night'? Davey was stunned. "I never knew Heather had a half sister." "Neither does she Davey. Please don't tell her." "TELL HER? Why should I tell her? I don't want to talk to her?" Clara winced "Davey, I saw the story too. And I know how she is. She'll be contacting you. Just you wait. " She wiped her hands and took off her apron. "NOW LET'S GET MOVING. THOSE BOYS NEED DISCIPLINE." Meanwhile, Harris was sitting at a cafe' with Sam, drinking a cappuccino. He and Sam had thought it really would be good for Clara to talk with Davey. She still had a bit of a crush on him, and seeing him possessed by her employer, might not be easy. "Sam, I love what you and Clara have. You manage to have a business relationship during the day, and no one would know." Sam grinned. "Mr Harris, you're out of the house most of the time. You have no idea." Harris grinned. "Well, of course, I have my watchdog. You know how high fallutin Jason can be about that kind of thing." Sam smiled. "Clara knows how to handle Jason. The man has an incredible sweet tooth. You can hear her say "pardon me Mr. Jason, but there are extra jam puffs. Could you help me with them? Mr. Harris hates waste." Richard started laughing. "I did not know that. Jason has a weakness and it's sugar. " Sam nodded his head. "Yes, yes indeed he does. I could speculate that the time in prison only accented his need for more of it, but that's just me. I really don't know." He paused. "If I may Sir, I think the smartest thing you have ever done was to hire a house staff that is completely heterosexual." Harris laughed "Well, Sam, sometimes I think Jason is a nun." "You're not alone Sir. " He paused. "Oh, I wish it were late enough to put some whiskey in this coffee." Richard winked "who says it's not. It's mid afternoon in Italy. That's where this grappa came from." He pulled out a flask, and poured a generous slug in each cup. "Mr Harris, I ALWAYS knew that working for you was the right decision." Harris smiled. "Sam, did you remember to cut those lengths of rope for me. "Oh, yes sir. Of course I did. You'll find them under the bed, right next to your slippers. Eight of them, each six feet long." Meanwhile, at the high school, Coach Jackson had met Davey with his usual enthusiasm. 'DON'T FUCK THIS UP I NEED A COACH, " and then took him out to meet the track squad. There were about 30 of them. There was a meet in two weeks, and Davey had his work cut out for him. He noticed that the kid he and Coach Jackson had thought was on something, was not there, and the young man who seemed to have talent, was now keeping his thumbs in his fist. The second kid was still adamant he was going to run middle distance. Davey took him aside. "Ok, if that's what you want, we're going to work on it. But you're gonna have to put in extra work, because the other kids are ahead of you, and the first think we're gonna do, is learn how to run that first lap SLOWLY." "Ok Coach. Whatever you say." Davey smiled inwardly at that. Here at the school, he was in charge: the "top" as he had learned to say. Davey was a much more "hands on" kind of coach than the kids were used to. He was out, running with them, individually, and as a pack, shouting instructions, stopping everyone to correct form, using himself to show good and bad technique, and so on. Coach Jackson stopped from working with his football players. He was beaming. He yelled across the field. HEY COACH CANNON. YOU TRAINING FOR A MARATHON OR SOMETHING." At the end of the practice, Davey brought his kids together. "Ok, great first day. You all did great but more than anything else, I wanna thank you for welcoming me. It's good to be back. There was some applause, and then Davey yelled 'WE GONNA WIN THE MEET OR WHAT?" and he got a HELL YEAH, not just from the track team, but the football players, and Coach Jackson too. Sam was waiting for him at the entrance to the school. "Sorry your driver this afternoon isn't as pretty as the one this morning Davey." Davey laughed. "Seriously, I'm truly sorry . Mr. Harris needed to have a few things done, and we sort of drove from place to place. I know he's home, waiting for you." Hearing those words made Davey's cock jump. WHY????? As they got to the house, Sam turned. "Just make sure you reverse your cap Davey. Wait. On second thought. Don't. " When they got in the house, Clara was there, waiting for them. "OH, how did it go Davey, did they love you?" "Well, I don't know about that, but it was a good first day. They're great kids." "That's good to hear Davey", Jason came out of the library. "my my. It seems that you must have done more running than any of the students." Davey laughed. "It's a good bet, Jason. I don't think I'll need an evening run tonight. " Jason smiled. "Well, that's good, because Mr. Harris is waiting for you in the bedroom. Please join him." Davey grinned "Yes sir," and headed off. Harris was indeed in the bedroom. He had an interesting session planned for Davey. He had laid out the sections of rope on the bed, and a ball gag. He was standing behind the door, waiting for Davey to come in. When he did, with his sweaty gym uniform, Harris pounced on him, grabbing him from behind. "Squirm all you want davey. You're mine as of now." Davey did squirm, but he learned, yet again, that Richard was a very strong man. He had him face down on the bed in seconds. "What're you gonna do to me sir? I didn't expect this?" "You'll find out davey. You'll find out. " Harris grabbed davey's wrists behind him and tied them. Then his ankles. Then he hogtied them together. Finally, he yanked davey's head up and shoved in the ball gag. "MMMMPH MMMMPH davey protested, as Harris began to pull off his sneakers, and his gym socks. He pressed his hand on davey's butt. "a boy who wears his baseball cap forward should be a top. We know that's not true, huh davey?" "MMMMPH MMMMP MMMPH" was davey's response. Then he felt Harris' fingernail, tracing a path down each of his naked soles. "I think we need to find out just how ticklish Coach Cannon is." Davey was, in fact VERY ticklish, and his feet were the least of it. He squirmed and fought to get out of the way of Harris' fingers, but to no avail. He was laughing through the gag, drooling on the bed, and pleading, pleading with his captor to stop. "We're just beginning davey boy." He felt Harris' tongue on his feet, and it nearly drove him crazy. He could feel a small wet spot forming on his jock. Harris turned him on his side. "Pits ticklish davey boy?" He saw the combination of fear, and desire in Davey's eyes, and dug in. Davey tried to resist. He tried to bite into the ball gag, but it was no use. Again, the laughing squeezing through the gag. "You know, it may be unsafe to keep that there, with all that laughing davey." Harris pulled out the gag. Davey gasped "please sir. Please sir. No more tickling. Please. Not tonight. " Harris looked at him. Davey had seen a wolf up close once, and Harris' face reminded him of that. "NEVER tell me No, davey. NEVER." This time, Harris dug into davey's ribs. "OH GOD. Davey hadn't been tickled so hard since initiation on the track team when he was in high school. " PLEASE SIR. PLEASE. What can I do to make you stop? Please? Harris stopped for a minute. "First , I just wanna look at you like this. Look at those little muscles straining. Look at your handsome face struggling. I wanna know that you're mine. That you belong to me. And then.... I want you to beg me to FUCK you davey. To FUCK YOU HARD." When Davey was silent, the tickling started up again, this time on the ribs and belly. "OK OK SIR. YOU WIN. YOU WIN. FUCK ME. PLEASE. PLEASE TAKE MY ASS." Harris stopped. He opened the hogtie, and he took off the ankle restraints. Then he looked at davey tenderly. He stroked his cheeks. "you are just SO pretty davey. I am SURE at least one of the boys is already crushing on you." He grabbed Davey's crotch. "BUT LETS NOT FORGET WHO YOU BELONG TO.' Davey gasped out. "yes sir. Yes sir. I belong to you." Harris flipped davey over on his back, his hands tied behind him. He pulled down the shorts, and then davey's sweaty jock. He smelled it. "MMMM. Ripe with my boy's smell. I should roll it up and gag you with it. " He looked evil. "NAH. We're gonna keep it for a few days before we do that. Make it smell just like a locker room." He pulled Davey's legs in the air. Davey couldn't hide the raging hard on he had. Tickling always aroused him, but there was something about Richie that was doing it too. When Richie took off his shirt, and Davey saw the chest hair that turned him on so much, he almost came without touching. He remembered what Harris had told him though "Top man cums first. " "you're so nice and sweaty davey. Probably gonna be MUCH easier to slide into you now." Indeed, it was. Davey felt the full 7 inches of his man inside of him. Instead of the pain of the first time, this one felt warm, and comfortable, as if he were consuming a good meal. Harris was patient, letting davey adjust to this 'intrusion' in his rear. He began sliding very, very slowly. Davey loved that feeling. It was new to him, and by focusing on it, the way he had taught his runners to focus on their treads, he began to get into the rhythm Harris was using. "OH SIR. THAT FEELS SO GOOD. " Harris was beginning to sweat, and the sweat was falling right on Davey's balls. Each drop seemed to make him a little harder. When Harris reached up and took davey's nipples, davey had to struggle not to cum. Instead, he did something instinctively. No one had ever taught him this, but he squeezed his butt cheeks on Harris' cock. That just about did it, and Harris exploded into davey, screaming with pleasure as he took him. Harris reached under davey's balls, and just ran his finger back and forth. That was enough to do in davey. He shot big time too. OH THANK YOU SIR. THANK YOU. THANK YOU FOR LOVING ME." Harris heard the last phrase "thank you for loving me." He didn't expect that. He laid down next to davey, and reached to his wrists. "Please Sir. Please I want to ask for something. Don't untie me yet. I want to feel like you own me. Because you do." Harris nearly cried. Either this boy was a very good actor, or he might be the one. He thought he probably had to ask davey: if I forgave the debt completely, would you stay with me? He had to think about this. Just like he had to think about whether or not to give davey the note that Heather had left at the house that afternoon.