Date: Sun, 1 Mar 2020 19:26:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Mr. Harris and Davey meet again - installment 5

Harris thought that davey's idea to be left tied up for a while was a
very good one.  He  left his wrists and ankles tied, but didn't use a hog
tie.  He left him ungagged, so that he could breathe easily.  As he left
the bedroom, he rubbed davey's earlobe.  "I'm going to leave your shoes
off davey.  That way I'm reminded to play with those beautiful runner's
feet again, when I come back.   Davey squrimed when he heard that
"Please Sir.  It's torture."  Harris laughed.  "I know.  "  He looked at
his captive again and squeezed his ass cheeks.  "That ass has only gotten
tighter in time, davey.  " He paused.  "I have an idea.  If you get free,
you can pick what I do to you later.  If not... hee hee."  He closed the
door.
Davey began to think:  IF he got free , what would he ask for?  He
wondered how Richie would ask if he asked for  a night out on his own?
He also began to think of other things he could ask for.  Of course, it
meant he had to get out of the ropes, and they were TIGHT.  The
combination of squirming, and thinking about what COULD happen, was
making him hard.  He began to rub back and forth on the bed.  "NO.  DAVEY
CONTROL YOURSELF"   he was trying to talk himself out of it.  He'd
succeed for a bit, and then think of resting on Harris' chest, and all
the control, was lost."

Harris headed downstairs, where Jason was waiting for him.  "Sir, as you
suggested, I've called a house meeting to discuss this situation with
Heather. "Thank you Jason.  I appreciate it."  There was a pause.  "Sir ,
if I  may, I wish to express my views that this relationshisp, is not a
good idea."  Harris smiled.  "Thank you Jason.  I know you don't, and I
know this has been hard on you."  Jason responded  "Sir.  I'm just trying
to protect you to make sure you don't get hurt."  Harris smiled.  "I
would hug you Jason, but I know you'd object.  I understand fully what
you're doing, and I realize that no one, not even Sam, could do a better
job of it than you could.  " He sighed  "As you said to davey, though,
'the heart wants what the heart wants'.  Jason stood, saying nothing.
Harris continued.  "I truly appreciate your concern.  More than you
know."

"Carla and Sam are in the library sir.  We should proceed."  "Agreed,
Jason, agreed."  They walked in and Harris signaled for no one to
stand."

"I will get to the point, because I do not want anyone to miss part of
their weekend.  We received a note from Davey's ex wife Heather.  She
never says it, but she is clearly trying to get something from Davey.
What that could be, I don't know, since she took everything, so I assume
she's trying to parlay his relationships here."  Carla spoke, without
looking up.  "Sir, if I may.  I agree with you.  But the relationship she
is after, is yours.  She recognized me today when she left the note and
said  "how sad you're still as ugly as you ever were."

Harris saw Sam ball up his fists, then go over to Carla.  Harris spoke
"Carla, thank you for telling us, because that DOES impact what we will
do .  But first,  I think we all know that Sam is quite the connoisseur
of women, and he hasn't complained.  "NO SIR.  And I never will"  He
hugged Carla from behind.  "Second, it's no secret how infatuated I am
with  davey, and she released him - in fact, she couldn't get rid of him
fast enough.  So she knows nothing about beauty in women OR in men.  But
her comment - which was absolutely unnecessary and cruel, will be
considered."  He looked at Jason.  "I know your feeling Jason.  Ignore
her and send her on her way."  "Indeed Sir."  "Yes, on an objective level
I agree, but on an emotional one, I can't. ..."  He paused.  "NO ONE
insults Carla like that.  I had a number in mind:  I had just taken care
of Davey's debts for 80,000, half of which, by right, were hers, as his
wife.  So one could argue that SHE owes him money.  But all things
considred, Jason, I think the original plan to offer her 100,000 to
disappear, must be revised.  I know you won't be happy, but can you be
satisfied with 25,000?"

Jason grimaced.  "If that is what Sir wishes."  Harris smiled.  He turned
to Carla and Sam  "we all know that's a polite way of saying it's a bad
idea.  Maybe it is.  Maybe rescuing Davey was a bad idea.  But that's how
I believe I am going to approach it.  I should be the one to talk to
Davey, but unfortunately..."  he sighed.  "it's another night when I have
to cover at the restaurant.  Lawanda and I are going to have to reassess
staffing.  So, Carla, please understand that I do NOT hire unattractive
people.  I will personally remind Heather of her poor behavior.  I will
go and talk to Davey and set it up Jason, but I believe there are no
evening functions at the school."  Again, he sighed.  "I had dreams of
spending the evening with davey, but that will have to wait.  If you
would outline the situation to him, and I will elaborate on sunday?

"Of course Sir."  Thank you all.  I am blessed with the best staff any
man could ask for."

He went upstairs, and as he approached the bedroom, he could hear the
sounds of struggle.  He opened the door to find a very sweaty, very
frustrated davey.   He smiled as he went over and brushed the hair out of
davey's face.

"No luck I see."  Davey was learning quickly.  "You just came back.  My
luck is changing.  "  Harris smiled  "You honey tongued demon.  You're
going to learn that you're not the only one with a good tongue. "  He
pulled down davey's shorts, and spread his legs.  Soon, his tongue was
deep into a moaning davey.  "Oh, please Sir.  You're doing what I was
going to ask for.  Please sir.  Please  Don't stop. " Harris did stop
with his tongue, but began finger fucking davey -  OH SHIT SIR.  OH MY
GOD.  GOD SIR. SIR.  I'M GOING TO STAIN THE BED. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE....
'  Then the sweet little cry davey made when he came.  He reddened.
"Carla changed the bed today Sir.  I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry. "

Harris tried to look stern.  "Well, maybe my boi needs a spanking."
Davey looked confused:  both eager for it, and scared.  "Not with the
foot brush sir?" "No davey, with my bare hand. Until you're beet red.
 But not now.  We have to talk."

"Is something wrong Sir?"  Harris kissed him.  "No, nothing's wrong.
Just that things are now a bit complicated and I'm trying to fix them.  I
need your help."  He untied Davey, and sat him next to him on the bed.
He put his arm around davey and held him tight.  "It would break my heart
to lose you after I found you davey, but I'd be wrong not to give you
this." He handed davey the note Heather had left.

At first, Davey was angry.  "SIR.  YOU CAN'T OPEN MY MAIL  LIKE THAT"
Harris shook  his head.  "She left the note like that.  Here.  She handed
it to Carla.  And told her she was ugly.  Please read it"


"HI DAVEY (with a heart over the "I").  I know it's been a while, and a
lot of water has passed under the bridge.  I understand you've done well
for yourself, and you probably know things are not good for me.  I wonder
if we could meet,  and talk about the good times.  I could use some
cheering up.  xoxoxoxoxox  Heather."

Davey stared at the note for a few minutes.  Harris was holding him, and
he could feel him tense up, like a tight coil, before he yelled.  'THAT
BITCH.  THAT FUCKING FUCKING CUNT.  THAT WHORE.  HOW DARE SHE INSULT
CARA."

Harris did not expect this.  "davey, davey.  Calm down. Calm down.  It's
ok, it's ok.  We have a plan.  But we didn't want to do anything until we
checked with you."

"I HOPE SHE DROPS DEAD." He began to cry, and Harris held him tightly.
"Let it out baby, let it out.  It's ok.  It's ALL going to be ok."  He
looked at him and kissed him.  "I have to cover at the restaurant
tonight.  No choice.  But Jason is staying late.  Please.  Get yourself
cleaned up, and then meet him in the library.  He will explain the plan.
And tomorrow, it's Sunday, the restaurant is closed.  You and I will
spend the day together doing fun things.  Just the two of us.  I
promise."

Davey looked at Harris, his big brown eyes wide open.  "Promise." Harris
kissed them both.  "I promise.  Now go get yourself a shower.  I need to
get dressed for shift,  and I'll see you late tonight.   Harris turned to
leave, but stopped  "Oh, Davey.  Tonight, you'll be in the house alone.
If I haven't told you to feel free to use the library, please feel free
to.  You won't find a television set.  There isn't one in the house.  And
the library does get cool in the evening.  We neglected to think of
sweaters when we took care of your wardrobe, but I've left out one of my
sweaters if you care to use it.  It will be too big, but it's warm.  It's
what I wear when I use that room.

"Thank you Sir.  Can I have one more kiss?"  Harris smiled and embraced
Davey.  He whispered into his ear  "il mio tesoro"  What Sir?  Asked
Davey, and Harris smiled.  "I'll write it down.  It's Italian.  There are
dictionaries in the library. "  He smiled  "A presto, caro".

Davey washed, changed, and went down to the library.  The door was
closed, so he knocked  "Come in Davey.  I've been waiting for you."

Jason was at his desk, meticulous as always,  and looking almost
reptilian.    "Please sit down"  As davey took a seat , Jason began.
"First, let me say that Mr. Harris advised me of your reaction to seeing
your ex-wife's note."  He paused, and his teeth showed in his grin.  "I
would be lying if I didn't say that I was very pleased at your reaction.
In fact, for the second time since you've joined us, you've made me
proud.  "

"Thank you Jason.  I don't feel like I did anything special."  "Yes, I
know, and that is part of what makes me so pleased.  That and the fact
that you've made Mr . Harris happier than he's been in years. "  Davey
blushed.

"I'm going to tell you what Mr. Harris has decided about your ex-wife,
and then I will confide in you with some information.  Mr. Harris knows
it, but Clara and Sam do not.  "  "I understand, Jason."

"Very well.  My reaction to this note - which you will understand more as
I go on - was similar to use, only without the colorful language. Mr.
Harris, on the other hand, was ready to offer her 100,000 to leave town
and not come back.

"100,000!!!!  To that BITCH?"  Again, Jason smiled and put up his hand to
calm down davey.  "Calm down, young man, calm down.   That all changed
when she insulted Carla.  "  He paused.  "At that point, the offer became
25,000.00  ."  Another pause.  "Yes, I agree davey, it is 25,000 too much
for that slut, but as I think you know by now, Mr. Harris will have his
way.    So, here is the plan.  You are not to contact her.  None of us
are going to contact her.  Rather, her type will be back.  She is
desperate.  Probably, she'll try to approach you at school, and when that
doesn't work, she'll come back here."  Now, his grin was a full smile.
"At that point, she will have to deal with Mr. Harris and myself.   We
estimate it will take her approximately 6 minutes to take the money,
storm out in tears, and never come back again. "  One more pause.  "BUT
davey... Mr. Harris insists that you approve of this plan.  If there is
any part of it you disagree with, with the exception of the amount of
money,  it will not happen."

Davey put  down his head and thought about it for a minute.  "The sooner
she is away from here the  better.  No one.  NO ONE.  With all due
respect, not even you, Jason, gets to insult Carla.  NO ONE.  "

"I agree Davey.  I agree 100%.  So,  in order to keep her from you, Coach
Jackson has been advised."  He laughed.  "You've seen how he is  with
people he LIKES.  Think about what will happen if she crosses him.  And
Sam will be at the school every day until this is over.  Carla will
chaperone Mr. Harris to work  in the interim, or I will. "  He saw the
troubled look on Davey's face.  "Davey, it WILL all be ok."

Davey smiled  "I trust you Jason.  I will be honest, I never want to make
you angry, but I DO trust you."  "Not making me angry, is a good life
plan Davey."

"Now, I promised to confide in you, and I will.  How old do you think I
am, Davey?"  "Oh, I don't know Jason, I thought you were a contemporary
of Richie - SHIT, I'm sorry - Mr. Harris and I"  Jason smiled.  "Your
secret's safe with me.  You flatter me with that answer.  I'm 58.  I'm
old enough to be your father, Mr. Harris' father,  the father of everyone
here."  Davey was stunned.  But.. but..."  A weak smile from Jason.
"Long before you went to high school, Davey, a very young man with a dual
degree in accounting and law looked for a job, and found a very good one
in Heather's father's company.  He saw a lot that was questionable, but
the money was very, VERY good, and he kept quiet.  Some time after that,
this property, and the land where Sasha's restaurant is located, became
available.  The two bidders, were Mr. Harris, and Heather's father.
There was very strong sentiment for the contracts to be awarded to Mr.
Harris, but her father submitted some fraudulent documents showing more
money - much more money - than he had.  "  Jason took a swallow of the
mineral water he always kept at his desk.  "I was still  young enough to
pay attention to rules about responsibility.  I reported the fraud to Mr.
Harris and to the relevant officials.

Davey paused  "So Heather's father has been in trouble with the law for a
long time."  Jason laughed.  "There are at least three accountants before
me who would confirm that.  Anyway, shortly thereafter,  while I was
working,  the police came.  See, if Heather's father knows how to do one
thing, he knows how to cook a set of books.  I was arrested for corporate
fraud.  Somehow, he arranged for my case to be in front of a favorite
judge, and I received a sentence of ten years."

Davey's mouth dropped open.  "Wait, young man, wait.  Mr. Harris got his
attorneys on the case immediately.  It took five years, but the
conviction was overturned.  "  He stood now, to steady himself.  "The day
before I was to leave, I was attacked by ten other prisoners.  Knives.
To say I was injured, is an understatement.  There was a great deal of
plastic surgery, which will explain my appearance.  Plastic surgery,
however, could not fix..."  He opened his belt and showed Davey the
cavity where his penis should have been.   "OH MY GOD. YOU POOR MAN"
Davey gasped.  Jason smiled, and dressed again.  "Turn a disadvantage to
an advantage.  Do you teach that to your kids?"  I plan to sir."  He
dropped.  Jason did not protest.  "Losing that, took away any sex drive,
or sense of desire I had.  I can devote myself to my work completely.
And my hobbies.  Mr. Harris paid for all of the plastic surgery, but as
the say  'all the king's horses' couldn't replace that.  I owe him
mightily."  Another gulp.  "Suffice it to say that if the leukemia
Heather's father has does not take care of him, something else will.  He
will not leave prison."

Davey gulped.  "He has LEUKEMIA."  Jason grinned  "what do they say about
karma, davey?  "  He moved from behind his desk.  "I believe we are
finished here tonight, young man.  I have Sunday off to pursue my hobby.
"Can I ask what that is Jason?"  Jason smiled.  "You certainly can.  I
have always wanted to be a musician.  My fingers are no longer strong
enough to look to be a truly excellent musician, but I play harp in a
local orchestra.  Perhaps you will come to hear me some time. "  Davey
began to cry.  "Jason, I don't know what to say."  Jason offered his hand
for shaking.  "Say nothing.  Continue to make Mr. Harris happy.  You've
already changed him. "  He picked up his coat.  "Have a good evening
Davey. Mr. Harris usually gets home from these salvage missions about
11:30.  Pour him a drink.  That is all."  It was the second time that
night a man Davey now respected, and maybe loved, left him.

RIchie had told him he could use the library, and he decided to do so.
It was huge.  There was a very big section in English, all hard cover,
and then a section in languages he couldn't read.  One was clearly
German, and the other Italian - RIGHT - 'il mio tesoro." He found an
"italian english dictionary" and looked it up.  "Il mio" surely meant
"my," but tesoro?

Treasure.  Used as a term of endearment for people, rather than to
describe actualy physical objects.

"He called me his treasure."  Davey felt warm all over.  The other books
were in scripts he couldn't recognize. Did someone say Richie had studied
Japanese in college?  Or did they say he studied Greek.  Davey laughed  .
He said out loud.  "he certainly knows Greek. And French too."

He found a book in the English section that seemed interesting  "The Old
Man and The sea."  Wasn't that a book he was supposed to read for class
and didn't? He sat down in one of the big chairs, and began to read.
After about a  half hour, he felt chilly, and went and got the sweater
Harris had left for him.  It WAS too big, but it was warm - like a hug
from his man - and it had his scent.  Davey felt guilty.  He was getting
hard.  If he masturbated in the library, would anyone know? He decided to
wait for Richie.

After about an hour, he heard the front door open.  Harris came to the
library and looked in.  "Well, well. Don't you look just like some of our
old English teachers?"  Davey put down the book and came over, taking
Harris in a hug.  "Sir, I missed you.  This house is lonely when you're
not here."  Harris buried his chin into Davey's neck.  "If you knew how
many times I thought of you tonight, and how hard it made me.  "  "Well,
that makes two of us, Sir."  Their lips locked and Harris tongue found
its mark.  "OH SIR.  You kiss so well.  I just melt. " Harris smiled.
"Don't melt yet.  I want you solid for a while.  You took a  hard fuck
this afternoon. Can you take another?  "I don't know Sir. Can we try?"
"I don't think you  have any choice about that, but if I hurt you, say
something.  "Yes sir."

Now.... GRRRR."  Harris grabbed davey and tossed him over his shoulder.
"How do you like THAT coach?  See what weight  training can do?"  He
carried davey up the stairs, and tossed him on the bed.  "You look good
in my sweater davey.  But  you're gonna look even better naked.  I'm
gonna go pee.  Get undressed.  "Yes sir."  Davey moved fast and when
Harris came out of the bathroom.  He growled again. His cock was about 9
inches in front of him, and as hard as a rod.  "Tesoro"  he whispered.
Davey responded  "Il mio regalo"  My gift."  Yes, he had scanned through
the dictionary.  Harris smiled, laid him on the bed, and pinned him down
at the wrists.  Then he began kissing every area of Davey's body he could
find.  "OH SIR.  Please.  Please It feels so good.   Don't stop"  But
Harris DID stop and began licking Davey head to foot.  If the kissing
aroused Davey, the licking nearly sent him through the ceiling.   Harris
didn't say anything, but Davey lifted his legs and put them on his
shoulders.  "TAKE ME SIR. TAKE WHAT BELONGS TO YOU.  "  Davey couldn't
believe those words came out of his mouth, and neither did Harris.  He
looked at Davey.  "Do you mean that?"  Davey responded  "Yes Sir. I
belong to you.  TAKE ME. Please Sir."  Harris grabbed a condom. He wanted
to just rip this boy apart, but he was still new to this, so he moved
very, VERY slowly.  Soon though, he was in davey, all the way up to his
balls.  He began to slide, slowly, back and forth, reaching up to take
Davey's nipples.  There were no words from Davey, only moans.  First
soft, and then louder, more urgent.  It was the same for Harris.  Then he
made one last push and the jizz began pouring out of him."  He fell on
davey just as davey climaxed.  They embraced, Harris on top, davey
underneath, panting and crying at the same time.  "I Love you SIR.  I
love you so much.  Don't let me go."

The last word davey heard Harris say before they fell asleep was
"never."