Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2020 12:15:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Breaking Bruce Installment 20

Brice's nip was sore for about 3 days after the piercing, but it felt
fine after that.  The night of the ceremony after they came home, Jay has
been so affectionate, and so loving, that neither of them missed
penetration.  He had just grabbed Brice and kissed him, top to bottom,
licking him, tickling him, everywhere.
"You're mine.  Completely now, brice.  No going back."    Brice couldn't
respond because at the time, Jay had gagged him.

The ring did make his nip more sensitive, and Jay took advantage of it
whenever he could.  He'd tie Brice to a chair, open his shirt, and pull
it gently.  Or he'd take it in his teeth in bed, and threaten to pull.
He knew exactly where to draw the line between pleasure and pain, and
Brice found that Jay had, yet another button to push, to get him aroused,
and begging for release.

Jay found it hard to believe that Brice had actually agreed to go through
with it, and had done it.  There were pictures of the night, and there
were times when he just sat with them, smiling, and beginning to get just
a little bit emotional.  He had been with his share of men, but he never
thought that he'd have one who was totally devoted to him,  about whom he
could say  "he belongs to me. "

They hadn't worked out the details of the nip ring for days when Brice
wanted to have a play night, but it didn't matter because he never asked
for one.  Somehow, after that night, a wall had broken in him, and he
didn't want anyone but Jay.    Jay completed him, in so many ways.  One
day, for example, Brice came home when Jay was working late, and there
were boxes, upon boxes of new clothes for him.  He called Jay about it,
and he had a simple answer.  "You've bulked up from the gym.   I like you
in tight clothes, I don't like you looking like you can't afford
clothes.  I bought what I liked.  Questions?"  "No Sir" was the answer.
"Great.  Put on something you think will make me hot, and I'll be home
soon. "

Brice knew that when he wore short sleeve shirts, it drove Jay made.  Of
all the development from the gym, Brice's arms, that had once been like
white twigs, had developed into a fine set of biceps and triceps.  If he
wore a short sleeve shirt, invariably Jay would tie him to a chair and
make him flex, as he undressed him.  He looked through the new items, and
found a plaid, in mostly orange and dark pink.  That, and some old faded
jeans were what he was wearing when Jay came through the door.

"FUCK.  The take out is gonna have to wait, you handsome stud," was Jay's
first statement.  The next was "GET IN THE TORTURE CHAIR, HANDS BEHIND
YOUR BACK."  Brice was smiling inside.  Pleasing Jay was important.
Pleasing him this much, was exhilirating.  Jay mauled Brice's nips as he
tied him to the chair.  He spread Brice's legs and began to massage the
locked cock.  "Flex for me, you sexy mancunt."  Brice did, straining
against the ropes, and straining more as Jay made his way up to Brice's
nips, stroking them through his shirt, and then skin on skin, before he
began nibbling.  It didn't take much for Brice to start begging to get
fucked.    It didn't take much longer for Jay to drag him to the bed, tie
him down and get those jeans off.  And because Brice had worked so hard
to turn him on, he rewarded him with a very serious bit of rimming.  He
could get Brice loose enough so that his tongue could get the "B spot"
that turned Brice on so much  (they called it that , for "Brice's
spot.").  When he had Brice nice and wet, and begging even more, he slid
in his cock, the cock that had been hard since 10 o'clock that morning.
The exploding orgasm was huge.  So was the kiss Jay gave him afterward.

As they sat , eating the takeout with Al, later, Al asked  "Sir, I was
reading about trupples.  Are we a trupple."  Jay had to pause for a
minute.  "I'm not sure we are, Al.  I think trupples are all supposed to
have sex with each other.  You two aren't gonna do that.  But I don't
know.  I'll have to ask Jerry."

Jay  honestly did not know what he was going to do with Al, long term.
He didn't love him the way he loved Brice, but sex with Al was different,
and hot.  With Brice,  it felt like he had a willing partner, who knew
what he liked and did whatever he could to please him. With Al, there was
always the sense of conquest, and resistance,  which was a turn on for
Jay, in a big way.  Al was going to the gym now, too, and while he was
never going to show the musculature Brice did, he was turning into a
grizzly bear bottom.  There was nothing wrong with that.


Hanging over their seemingly wonderful relationship, was the celebration
dinner for Brice's promotion.  All of the partners in Brice's firm were
expected to attend.  While not formal, it was suit and tie.    Jay knew
he had to go,  but he wanted to stand out a little.  There was no
question that he was expecting confrontation, and if that would be the
case, well?    So, when he told Brice he was going to wear a bow tie - a
rather big, purple one, Brice wasn't sure how to react.

"Uh, are you sure, Sir?  "  Jay sneered.  "Yeah, I'm sure.   Why not?
 Everyone's gonnna expect the FAG to be eccentric.  As the song goes,
"Let's give them something to talk about."  "Sir, they already have
plenty to talk about.  Since our wedding, it seems that every discussion
at the office is about it."  Jay smiled.  "GOOD.  Then they can ask me
the questions"  .  That made Brice blush.  He knew Jay could take care of
himself, and the partners at his office were, for the most part, very
smart.  Could they hold a candle to a pissed off Jay?  He knew the answer
to that, and he was afraid of it.

The night of the dinner, Jay helped Brice get dressed.  Brice knew well
enough NOT to ask to have the cage taken off.  Jay  had made clear that
ownership meant ownership.  Jay had picked out a pale grey shirt for
Brice, because it accented his hair and generally pale features.  Brice
had to agree:  it was a beautiful shirt.  (Jay had had it custom made).
Rather than get a new tie, since this WAS Brice, and he was know, or
notorious, for his cheap, skinny ties, Jay picked the one that seemed
most right:  blue with red pindots, and a slight yellow pattern in the
background.  It worked well with the shirt, and the new suit, one that
Jay had also commissioned, in the pale blue that was all the rage for
men's clothes.

for himself, of course, there was the bow tie.  And he consulted with -
who else - his "younger" sister.  "Well, darling, you CAN'T  wear white -
which one of us can?"  she laughed.  "And pink is good for you, but not
with that tie.  Nor should you be mirroring your husband"  She paussed.
"You know, Jay, for the first time since we've known each other, I'm
going to have to take YOU shopping."  And she did.  She brought him to
Mel's tailor, and explained that her  "long lost older brother," needed a
shirt to match this bow tie.  The tailor thought about it for a few
minutes, and then he brought out a few selections.  "Your brother is
muscular, so he can carry off a vertical stripe.  And yes, lavender is a
mistake, but how about a classic striped shirt, where the stripes are
dark purple, instead of blue? And a slightly off white background?"
Loretta held the fabric up to Jay.  "This my dear, is PERFECT!!!!  We can
accessorize too.  "  She whispered to Jay.  "I saw Brice's shirt.  You're
too kind.  I would have made it tight enough for his ring to show."
Jay dropped open his mouth in pretend amazement.  'LORETTA.  You're more
of a controlling bitch than I am."  She laughed.  "See what you can learn
from your younger sister."

Jay's suit was much more traditional.  A charcoal gray, almost going to
black.  He let his fashion craziness go in his shoes.  They were platinum
colored:  a match to Brice's ring.  It would be their private joke -
well, almost private, because Loretta 'got it' immediately.

As they finished up grooming for the event, Brice grabbed Jay's hands.
For one of the few times , he dropped the Sir.  "Jay, I so appreciate
your coming to this.  You don't have to you know.  If you change your
mind, I'll tell people you've become ill."  Jay laughed.  "I'm already
ill.  I'm ready to throw up about these people.  You know how many of
them called when I was fired?  ZERO.  "  He paused.  Yes, I'm ill.  But
I'm also sick.  I'm lovesick over you, handsome.  All I want is to be
near you, on you, in you... OH HELL CHOOSE YOUR PREPOSITION."  He began
to snicker.  "I used to have to explain what a preposition was to some of
these yo yos.  I may have to do it again tonight."  Brice hugged him.
"NO ONE is going to get away with treating you badly."  Jay pulled back.
"You're right."

Their intercom rang, and Brice got it.  "It's Mel and Loretta.  They
don't want to come up for a drink.  Well, MEL doesn't want to.  "  Brice
offered Jay his elbow.   "Shall we?"  Jay took the elbow  "Let me make
sure I have my bail bondsman's number.  I may need it. "

Mel was in a classic three piece suit, with a white shirt and rep tie.
Loretta had gone full out, in a dark green dress, with a huge red
cabochon at her neck.  "VERY Margot Channing Loretta"  said Jay.  She
smiled.  "Not QUITE the look I was after, but it will suffice."  She took
Brice's other elbow.  "Darlings, I know we're going to the opera next
week, but in a way, we're going to one tonight, aren't we?"  Jay
answered, "Indeed we are."  The private jokes between Loretta and Jay
were legendary.  It was Brice's turn  "Ok, which opera are we going to?"
The two answered simultaneously  "Twilight of the Gods,"  and began
laughing hysterically.  Mel added  "but wait.  Isn't that the one that's
interminally long and boring."

They both gave him a look.


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When they got to the event space, Brice squeezed Jay on the arm.  "Ok.  I
have to go and talk to some work folks, so you'll be on your own. "
"Don't worry Briceman.  I can take care of myself."  Brice shook his head
and laughed.  "I know.  And THAT's what scares me."

Loretta was with Mel greeting some people, and so Jay truly WAS on his
own, as he made his way to the bar.  He wanted very much to just get
stinking drunk, but he knew that wouldn't be a good thing.  He asked for
some white wine and heard a voice behind him.  "Jay?  Is that you?"  He
turned  around to see one of his least favorite partners from the old
firm:  Stanley.  "My goodness Jay, long time no see."  Jay smiled ,
tempted to say  'well, who's fault is THAT?"  but he was polite.  "
Indeed.  I hope you've been well."  Stanley, never known for his tact,
answered  "Yes, I  have, but not as well as YOU.  Landing a partner.  A
MANAGING  partner.  That's a big coup." Jay was feeling the anger
rising.  "A coup?  I'm not sure what you mean Stanley. "  "Well, you're a
paralegal, and you wound up marrying a Partner.  "  Jay smiled.  He knew
the right answer.  Stanley was single.  Always had been.  "Yes, I guess
you're right, Stanley.  Finding someone who loves you IS a coup these
days.  I mean, look at how much time you've had and still looking."  THAT
wiped the grin off Stanley's face.  "Oh, I didn't mean to imply
anything", but now that he had Stanley on the defensive, Jay moved in.
"Oh, of course you did.  But that's ok.  Incidentally Stanley,  you
should ask Brice about our marriage sometime.  You may learn a few
things.  Like,  why you're still single."  He paused.  "You'll have to
excuse me Stanley.  There MAY be some people around here who are in my
class, but  you sure aren't.  Take care you little shit."    He walked
off to have a sip of his wine, and a stunning blond woman came up to
him.  "Hi.  I'm Lauren, and I want to be your new best friend."  Jay
looked her over.  Brice hadn't mentioned women partners, but she was
certainly not someone's trophy wife.  "I'm the head of the tax department
here.  They lateraled me in after they screwed you over."  Jay was
getting to like this woman.  "You KNOW the story."  She laughed. "Oh,
yes.  See, I'm used to male bullshit, so when I heard the story, I went
into Mel's office and I closed the door.  I told him  you lateraled me in
for a reason, and I'm gonna lateral out tomorrow if I don't find out what
happened."  Jay smiled.  "it's water under the bridge." She leaned in and
whispered  "and a cock in the ass. I know everything."  Jay began to
laugh.  "You know, you COULD be my new best friend, but you have to
compete with that lady over there."  He pointed to Loretta, trapped in a
conversation, who waved.  "Oh, Loretta.  My mentor.  PULEEZE.  She's the
one who told me the story.  "  Jay took Lauren by the elbow.  "Are you
here alone tonight Lauren?"  She nodded  "the story of my life.  The
minute a good man finds out what I do, he either goes running, or tells
me he's gay.  At least I already know you are."  Then she paused.  "If
your shoes are missing tonight, I took them.  Now, let's go and confuse
these men - it's not hard - and let's see you take down another one. "
She went on  "I know. It won't be hard. "  And indeed, it wasn't.  By the
time they were hitting the chime for dinner, Jay, in  his words, had
"ripped out 5 or 6 throats. "  Not everyone was hostile, for sure.  In
fact, two of the partners had come up to tell him that Brice had lucked
out.  Still, he wanted to be sitting next to his spouse as fast as
possible.  Lauren gave him a kiss.  "I have to go to my assigned table.
But please sweetheart, give Lauren a call."  She handed him a card.
"Loretta tells me you're an awesome shopper, and you have a fabulously
dirty mind. "   As she walked off she paused  "I really want to ask you
who's the bottom, but it's ok.  I think I know.  He's the one wearing a
cock cage."  She gave Jay another kiss, as he blushed as red as Loretta's
stone.

After everyone was quieted down,  Mel got up to give the opening
remarks.  It's fair to say that anyone who's been to one of these events,
knows what the opening remarks are going to be.  They've pretty much been
the same since the beginning of time.  Mel's remarks were no different.
Loretta leaned over to Jay and whispered  "can we pass notes, or gas, or
something?  This is SO BORING."  Jay had to agree with her. "it's what we
do for our men, darling."  She snickered.  "And this is my last one.
You, however, are stuck for a while, my dear."  There was an ovation and
applause for Mel, as he turned over the floor to Brice.    Jay had heard
Brice rehearsing his remarks for about a week.  He could have stood up
and given them himself if Brice had developed laryngitis.  But then Brice
started on a section he hadn't heard.

"I want to end by saying, there's one person who is without question more
important to my success than anyone else in the room."  Jay began to
think  "Aw.  He's going to thank Mel.  I'm glad.  "  Brice went on.  "You
know, I had done well, I had advanced, but I had no focus, until I did
something very, very wrong."

"Where is he going with this?" thought Jay.

"I accused someone wrongly of doing something he didn't do."  The room
was silent.  "After I made the accusation, I realized, I wish he HAD done
it."

He heard Loretta mutter  "good for him," as he thought  "OH SHIT"

Brice looked like he was beginning to cry.  "they say that nothing good
can come of bad.  Well, maybe it can.  I met my husband that way, and
.."  "GOD, he's losing it" thought Jay  "really, all this success is due
to him.  Jay, please come over here. "  There was a hush in the room.
 Jay, blushing all over - ALL over - got up and went over to Brice.
Brice grabbed his hand, and stared right at him. "Jay, I LOVE you.
You're everything to me, and if they told me I could have all of this, or
you, there'd be no question.  It's you.  ALWAYS.  " and he leaned in and
kissed Jay in a big embrace in front of the whole assembly.

First there was the silence of shock.  Then , from the back  a yell of
'BRAVO!  " ,  which wasn't from Lauren, but she was next.  Then, more
than 2/3 of the attorneys were on their feet, applauding.  So was
Loretta, mouthing to anyone who could hear  "my OLDER brother."  Brice
did not seem to be interested in letting go of the kiss.  When he finally
did, through his tears, he looked at Jay.  "I love you, Sir.  I love you
Mister Man.  "  Jay answered.  "And I love you.  Even more than I did
when I first met you."

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Jay didn't get away from their table the rest of the night.  He felt kind
of uncomfortable that way, because he REALLY needed a stiff drink now,
and he wanted to go and meet some of the people who had led the cheers.
Thankfully, Lauren came by  "Yes, yes.  I'm calling you for lunch next
week.  You need to meet some of these people. "  She looked at Brice.
"And NO, you CAN'T come.  "  Jay looked at his husband.  "I'll wait
around after lunch.  Maybe we'll..."  Loretta broke in  "WELL SPOKEN.
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO OFFICE SEX?"  Jay began to chortle.  "Loretta, I
think you just came up with the theme song of our new musical. "
"MUSICAL?  she responded  OPERA.  Lauren as the soprano, you as the
tenor, and yours truly as ... dictatrix.  OOPS. I mean CONDUCTOR."

Yes, that's sort of the way the rest of the evening went.  Mel had the
car leave off Jay and Brice at their apartment.  "Well, it was QUITE the
evening wasn't it?"  Jay sighed, and Brice answered in a low voice.
"Yes, yes it was.  Mel, THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING."  Mel answered  "tut
tut.  This was a group effort.  You've already thanked Jay,"  Loretta
broke in  "and he's going to be thanking him again real soon," but how
about thanking this lady?  If she hadn't kept us all on point, well, I
don't know.  "  Brice smiled.  "Loretta, if you were only Jay's best
friend, I'd have to thank you a million times for that.  But you and
Mel., it's like a combination you can't break up.  And your wisdom, and
humor.  "  Loretta interrupted again  "if you say you want to grow up
like me, I will kick you right in that cage."  Jay had to turn around, he
was laughing so hard.    "Well, you're not gonna let him out of it just
because he's senior partner, ARE YOU?"  Jay shook his head no.  "He needs
discipline I may leave it on longer. "  "THAT'S THE SPIRIT JAY.   Call me
tomorrow.  Maybe I'll crash your lunch."  They headed off to their car,
as Jay and Brice went into their apartment building to the elevator.


"I have been waiting for this, all fucking night..."  Jay shoved Brice's
wrists behind him, and went at his nipples through his shirt.   Brice
moaned  "so have I Sir.   So have I."  They couldn't get to the apartment
fast enough, or undressed fast enough.  There was nothing romantic, or
loving about the sex that followed, yet it may have been the most
romantic sex they had ever had.  Jay fell asleep with his cock inside of
Brice, after their third round .    They both dreamed of their future.
And every dream made them hard again.


Folks, again, thank you for your support.  I do read each and every email
that I receive.  We ARE definitely getting to the point where Jay and
Brice ride off into the sunset as a happily married, D/s couple.  No,
they are NOT going to break up.  I'm trying to find a way to more than
one more installment, and so far, I'm not finding it.  But we shall see.
If you like the writing style, there is another one "in the works."  Ever
had the hots for a building superintendent?  An auto mechanic?  A
handyman?  A plumber?  A painter?   Well, if you have, the next story may
hit a chord or two.  Stay tuned