Date: Tue, 4 Feb 2020 20:20:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: breaking Brice installment 8

Living with someone, and living as his sub, were major changes in Brice's
life, to say the least.  The first couple of weeks were tense, and the
great sex was not making things easier.  Jay was very set in his ways, and
expected Brice to behave as a proper sub.  Brice also knew that Jay was
very frustrated with Brice's reluctance to be seen as a couple.  Jay was
much more social than Brice, and Brice just didn't want to be seen in
public, as the partner of a gay man. Still, they settled into a lifestyle
that couldn't be called "stormy," but not calm either.  One thing that
people who have "conventional" lives don't realize is that folks who lead
'unconventional' lives, do too.  So there was a D/s dynamic in the
apartment, and in the bedroom, but both Brice and Jay were very busy with
their careers, and there wasn't all that much time for anything else.
Friday nights were usually catch ups on sleep, or housework, etc, with
trips upstate when they could. Psychologically, Brice was still trying to
adjust to this new life.  His breakthrough came, interestingly enough, when
he got jealous.

Shortly after they were back, over Brice's protests, Jay made him join a
gym - his gym.  He found Brice a trainer, and Jay expected Brice to be
disciplined about it.  The trainer, Sean, was very patient and, Brice had
to admit, very sexy.  Sexier than Jay but in a different kind of way.
Short, muscular, like a gymnast, with the beard all the kids were growing
these days.  But he was all business.  Sean may have been gay, but his life
was nutrition, and fitness.

The jealousy came, one day, when Brice was changing in the locker room.  He
heard two guys talking about "the hottie working out on the weights."  He
listened in and realized - they were talking about HIS man. . He caught
himself before he started something, and then thought: "what just
happened?"

Later , at the gym, after he finished his session with Sean, and Brice was
heading back to shower, Sean stopped him "Hey.  Hang out with me just a
second.  Let's watch Jay."  Sean and Jay knew each other and had probably
played, but Brice wasn't asking.  Jay was bench pressing.  He picked up a
weight that was clearly big - maybe 250 - and began pressing.  He squinted,
but handled it, and his biceps pushed out, back and forth as he got it
under control.

"DAMN" look at those arms" whispered Sean.  "Look how he controls that
weight.  Can you imagine just being locked in those arms, totally under his
control, waiting for him to say 'I want you?'  FUCK" Brice was quiet,
because he didn't have to imagine it . He had been locked in those arms
more than once, and he loved it when Jay "went caveman" on him.  After Jay
had him locked up in a bear hug, he'd toss Brice on the bed, or the sofa,
or the floor, and just show no mercy.  Brice's neck, ears, anything, were
fair game.  So was his ass.  Jay would growl during the sex, and Brice
frequently found himself gasping during it.

So, he didn't have to imagine.  But he began to realize: he was the other
half to a man that , maybe half the gym wanted.  HIS MAN!  All these hot
guys, wanting their shot at Jay, and Jay chose him.  A chasm broke in Brice
that day.  Later that night, after dinner, as Jay was doing what he always
did: reading a book, writing notes for work the next day, and watching junk
TV, Brice went and changed into the pink shirt Jay loved.  He rolled up the
sleeves, opened two buttons, put on his pendant, and came over.  He slid
next to Jay, and pulled his arm over his own shoulders, dropping Jay's hand
on his left nipple.  Jay smiled.  "Well, well, well.  Mr. 'I'm too tired'
seems a bit randy tonight," and he began to stroke Brice's nipple."  Brice
smiled.  "Sir, I have a request."  Jay looked at him and kissed his lips.
"Well, let's see what I can do."  Brice continued "Sir, can you fuck me?
But can we go caveman?"  Jay's eyes widened.  He looked at Brice , and said
nothing.  "GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROWL" came out of his mouth, and he grabbed
Brice, and dragged him off to the bedroom.

Brice had to agree, that it was the hardest fuck Jay ever gave him up to
that point.





A few weeks after the "caveman fuck", Brice was sitting at his desk,
savoring, and also trying to recover, from the sex the night before.  Jay
had come home from the gym particularly horny.  "STRIP AND ON THE BED" he
had bellowed from the hallway.  He tied Brice down, and went after his
nips: fingers, teeth, and clamps, something Brice hated.  Jay shoved his
gym jock into Brice's mouth so his screams were muted.  Then he fucked him
as hard as he had during the last bout of caveman sex.  And then he did it
again.  It was a night that the cage was supposed to come off so Brice
could jerk off, but Jay was having no part of it.  When Brice protested,
Jay's response was "More lip and it stays on for a week."  Brutal, but
Brice was loving it.

He sat there with his "property of" chain on his neck.  Business casual
reigned at his office now, so people could see the chain, but not the lock.
Systematically, Jay had replaced Brice's wardrobe with better quality,
tightly fitting clothes.  The workouts at the gym had made him fitter too.
There was no question: Brice looked better, and he WAS attracting stares.
Still, all he could think about this morning was how sore his nipples and
ass were.  Jay would not allow him to wear t shirts, and he had given Brice
a yellow button down shirt in a very rough fabric to wear.  The shirt
rubbed against his chest, and Jay knew it would .  "You'll remember how
much I love ya," he chortled, before forcing open Brice's mouth and
spitting into it in the morning.  Even if he hadn't missed the regular
milking, that would have gotten Brice excited.

His phone rang.  It was Mel Miller "Hey Mel.  What's up," he responded
"Brice, can you come by my office?  I need to bounce an idea off of you."
Mel had passed some responsibilities on to younger attorneys, but he was
still the boss.  Even the partners said "when Mel holds out the hoop, you
ask 'how high do I jump Sir?"  Brice was used to that from Jay.  He got to
Mel's office right away.

Mel smiled "Sit down Brice, I want to discuss a staffing issue with you."
Brice was puzzled "Me?  Mel, I don't have anything to do with personnel."
Again Mel smiled "I know that, and you may not after this, but I did want
to discuss something with you."  "Ok Sir.  How can I help."

"By the way, Brice, if I may, one criticism I've always had of you has not
been about your work, but your appearance.  Something's changed.  You look
much better, and I think the clients appreciate it.  I know the ladies here
do."  Mel grinned broadly and Brice blushed "Uh, Sir, the personnel issue?"

"Oh, yes, excuse me.  The staff issue.  You undoubtedly have been impacted
by our lack of an office manager for the last few months."

"Yes, sir, it's been a bit of an inconvenience.  I know everyone has been
struggling to keep the administrative end up."

"Well, we've identified a candidate who we think would be perfect for the
job."

"Fantastic Sir.  "

Mel paused "You might not think so, Brice.  That's why I wanted to talk to
you.  My colleagues tell me that Jay has been flourishing, and they're
about to offer him the job as administrator of all paralegals.  I'd like to
do something rather underhanded, and offer him the job of office manager.
"  He paused again, and saw Brice's face go white.  "I presume from that
look, you're not keen on the idea."

Brice paused.  "I don't know what to say Sir.  I mean, Jay was always a
great paralegal, and what happened, happened."

"Oh.  So you'd be ok if he re-joined us."

"I don't know Sir, but I'm not sure if he could."

Mel looked puzzled.  "Why is that Brice? Has something happened that I
don't know about?"

Brice paused.  It seemed that everyone was torturing him today.  "Sir, I
hope I can tell you this in confidence.  "  Mel interrupted "Oh, you and
Jay have mended fences?"

"Sir, it's more than that. "  A long pause.  "There is an anti-nepotism
rule here, right?"

"Yes, Brice, there is.  Now I'm confused."

"This isn't easy Sir.  Jay and I are living together.  We're more than
seeing each other."

Now Mel paused.  He ran his hands over his Parker pen, and then spoke.  "I
see.  Well, that's certainly more than mending fences.  It's none of my
business, but I'll ask anyway.  Has it been for a long time."

"About 3 months Sir.  "

"But you're not married or anything like that are you?"

"No Sir, we're not."

"Well, then I think that the anti-nepotism rules probably don't apply.
Since you seem to be ok with it, I'm going to check with Jay this
afternoon.  He's had a day to think about it."

"Excuse me, Sir?"

"Brice, I called him yesterday and asked him to think about it.  He told me
you two had - how did he put it 'kissed and made up'.  I thought he was
being, ahem, metaphorical, but I guess he was being literal."

Brice just sat and blushed, like a schoolboy.  Mel smiled "Brice, it's ok.
If I may, I've wondered about where that accusation came from, for a long,
long time.  " He paused.  "I have a gay son you know."

"No Sir, I didn't know that."

"Oh, yes.  Jay helped him come out some years ago, and I've been eternally
grateful to him for that.  So I asked young Mel about why you would have
said something so untrue.  I'll clean up his answer, but it was along the
lines of 'that man just wants someone to push him on the ground and take
him."

Staring down, Brice mumbled "it WAS sort of like that Sir."

Mel raised his voice 'NO DETAILS BRICE PLEASE NO DETAILS.  Anyway, the fact
that you've discovered yourself is something I'm delighted to hear.  The
fact that Jay helped you discover yourself doesn't surprise me.  The fact
that you're together DOES surprise me and, to be honest, delights me.  I
think it fairly made my day. "  He paused again.  "The pendant you're
wearing.  Is that from Jay?  "

"Yes Sir."

Mel smiled "yes, I imagine it says something like "Jay owns me."  Brice
continued to blush.  "I had seen one in his office once, and asked my son
what it could mean.  Back when Jay was dating that trainer Sean."

"Sean?"  Brice thought.  "Sean the trainer?  What else was he going to
learn today to screw with his head."

"Sir, if there's nothing else, I should get back to work."

"There is one more thing Brice."  Mel stood, so Brice stood as well.  He
held out his hand.  "You're with a VERY good man.  I was hoping that my son
and Jay would hit it off, but they didn't.  Jay was very honest.  'I have
my eye on someone older sir.  Someone whom others may not find attractive,
but I find him irresistible."  Mel smiled as Jay continued to blush.  "I
hope I haven't broken any confidences .  Please, you boys take care of each
other."

"Yes sir."

"And I'm going to speak to my wife.  Whether Jay takes the job or not, I'd
love to see him again, and maybe we can arrange a dinner."

"Yes sir.  I'm sure Jay would like that.  I'll talk to him about it
tonight."

Brice left Miller's office, furious.  How did all these people know so much
more about Jay than he did?  But more than that, why didn't Jay tell him
about the job offer?

As he got back to his office, Brice got a text from Jay: "I hope you're
ready for some sausage before dinner" Brice ignored it.

About an hour later, he got another text "Playing hard to get?  That always
makes me hot.  I'll pull out extra rope."  He ignored that one, too.

An hour later, there was another one.  "I forgot to tell you.  You looked
so HOT this morning before you left for work, I almost tied you to the bed,
called in sick, and tortured you all day."

Brice was trying to be angry, and he was.  But the texts, especially the
last one, were getting him hot.  Why did the thought of Jay tying him up
and using him arouse him so much?

When he got home, Jay was there already.  Brice saw the sex toys laid out
on the table.  Jay was in the kitchen , opening up wine.  He had on a tight
black t shirt and jeans.  The t shirt wasn't a new one: it showed off Jay's
biceps, and that big chest that kept Brice pinned down so often.

As Brice took off his jacket, Jay came out and walked up to him.  "How's my
studbottom?"  He tried to take Brice's wrists, but Brice pulled away.

"OOOH, you really ARE in the mood for hard to get.  I can get into that. "

"I'M NOT IN THE MOOD, PERIOD."

Jay looked confused.  "What happened?  Did something go wrong at the
office?"  Jay moved in to try to hug him.  Brice pulled away, again.

"EVERYTHING went wrong at the office.  I came out to Miller today.  THANKS
TO YOU."

Jay was totally lost "Thanks to ME?  You came out to Miller?  Muffin, you
better start explaining things."

Brice began to sputter "why didn't you tell me about the job offer?"

"The job offer?  There was no job offer.  There was a call to see if I'd
consider coming back to your firm."

'AND THAT'S NOT AN OFFER?"

Now Jay was angry.  "You know, I didn't go to law school so I guess I'm not
smart like you, but I know about offer and acceptance.  As far as I know
'would you consider working here?"  isn't an offer?"

"Well, Miller asked me if I'd be ok with you becoming the office manager."

Jay paused.  "OOOOH.  Now I think I have it figured out.  He asked you, and
you told him about us."

"That's pretty much it.  So thanks to you, I'm out."

Jay folded his arms.  "EXCUSE ME.  LET ME REMIND YOU.  IF YOU HADN'T LIED
ABOUT ME, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN OUT.  AND IF YOU HADN'T LIED ABOUT ME, YOU
WOULDN'T BE BEING ASKED ABOUT ME BEING OFFICE MANAGER.  I'D BE OFFICE
MANAGER. "

Brice wasn't even looking at him.  "BESIDES THAT, WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG
WITH COMING OUT TO MILLER?  YOU THINK HE HADN'T FIGURED IT OUT?  HOW MANY
PEOPLE DO YOU THINK COMPLAINED TO HIM ABOUT BEING HARASSED BY 'THE GAY
GUY?'"

Brice was silent, as Jay went on.  "You know, you could do a LOT worse than
Miller as your boss."  He went to a drawer and pulled out a piece of paper.
"Know what this is?  It's a check for 10,000.  A personal one from Miller."
Then he pulled out a second check "And this is one from your firm.  For
50,000.  The first one is in my honor.  MY honor.  The second one is
general?"

"Why is he honoring YOU?"  asked Brice, somewhat scornfully.

Jay laughed.  "Gee, thanks for the moral support.  I guess he didn't tell
you how his son almost killed himself and he asked me to get involved.  "
Brice looked up.

"He told me his son was gay, and that he had asked you for advice.  He
didn't tell me about a suicide attempt."  Now Jay was angry.

"And why the FUCK should he?  Isn't it enough in your book to help someone
with coming out?"

"The way you helped me?"  Jay looked at Brice for a minute "You know, if I
didn't know you'd like it, I'd slap the shit out of you.  You want out?
Drop your pants.  I'll unlock you right now.  I'll take a walk, give you a
couple of hours to pack up, leave.  JUST GET THE FUCK OUT.  Your car is in
the garage.  Go home to your shitbox."

Jay ran to the bedroom, slamming the door shut.  Brice stood there.  Did he
want to leave?  No.  He had fucked things up again.  He went to the bedroom
and knocked.  "What do you want?  I'm picking up your stuff."

"Jay, don't do that.  Please just let me in. "

"You've got 15 minutes. "

Brice sat down next to Jay.  When he tried to embrace him, Jay pulled away.
"Listen Sir.... I'm still confused.  I'm very confused.  But...Miller told
me something.  He said he tried to fix you up with his son."

"That's right, he did.  "

"His son is very cute.  And rich."

"Yeah.  So?  "

Brice paused.

"He told me you turned him down, because you found an older guy really
irresistible."

"Yeah, bonehead.  That was you."

"Even with what I was doing?"

"What can I tell you?  The heart wants what the heart wants."

"Jay, I don't know what to say?"

"'I'm sorry ' is a good place to start, you asshole."

"Well, I am.  I really am."

Jay paused.  "just so you know, this afternoon, before I sent you the
second text, Miller offered me the job, and I turned him down.  I NEVER
thought I'd say know to Miller, but I did"

"YOU TURNED HIM DOWN"

"Yeah, and it wasn't easy.  If you knew how tempting it was.  Put aside the
money.  Being around you all day, getting more opportunities to control
you, and dominate you.  And you know I'd find them.  Saying no to that, may
have been the hardest thing I've ever done.  No, let me change that.  The
SECOND hardest thing.  The hardest one, was having that drink with you."

Brice tried to smile.  "Well, that decision worked out well."

"I'm not so sure," answered Jay."

Brice gave a crooked grin.  He had a rope in his hand from the table.  "I'm
still in the mood for sausage."

Jay grinned now.  "You better be in the mood for a lot more than that.
Actually, I don't care.  Because I'M in the mood for a lot more than that.
Get your hands behind your back, man cunt."

Jay tied Brice's wrists, tight.  Then he pulled him into the living room,
into a chair.  He pulled up another chair opposite him.  "Now, let's start
getting some things straight, bitch" He pushed his knee into Brice's locked
crotch.  Hard.  Brice couldn't help himself.  He yelled out in pain.
"Gonna scream?  I'll give you reasons to scream, but first..."  Jay had
given Brice the "gift" of a penis gag.  He grabbed it, and shoved it into
Brice's mouth.  NOW, scream all you want.  He began paddling Brice's
crotch.  'GO AHEAD SCREAM" It HURT, and Brice did.  He screamed loud, and
no one heard.

"That shirt aggravate your nipples today, big man?"  Brice nodded.  "Well,
they're gonna get aggravated more.... "  Jay stepped behind Brice, slipped
his hands into his shirt, and began working them.  He whispered "Oh, I'm
not even close to being done yet. "  He left again, and came back with the
nipple clamps.  He had never used them on Brice two days in a row, and
Brice was scared.  He was even more frightened when he saw Jay adjust them,
so that their bite was less, but more intense.  Jay attached them right at
the tips of Brice's nipples.  Then he pulled.

Brice nearly blacked out from the pain.  How much of this was Jay being
dom, and how much of it was him being angry?  Brice knew he'd never learn
that.  But he also knew, his cock had never been harder.

Jay began to twist the ends of the clamps.  "Now I promised you sausage
tonight, meathead, and there's gonna be some meat in your head.  "  He
pulled Brice, by the clamps, out of the chair and onto the floor.  GET ON
YOUR KNEES YOU WORTHLESS SCUM.  Jay had never used language like that.
Yes, some of this was clearly anger.  But Brice knew cock was coming his
way, and he wanted it.  He was on his knees, but sitting up straight.

Jay pulled out the gag.  "You want cock, you distrustful fuckhead?"  Brice
gasped "yes sir. Yes.  I do.  Please give me your topman dick.  "  "You're
not getting it until you apologize.  To my satisfaction. "

"Sir, I'm sorry.  I'm so sorry.  What can I do to show you?  What can I do
PLEASE.  Please tell me.  "  Jay had a wicked look on his face.  "Get your
face in my shoes, and clean them.

OH SHIT.  This was something new.  When Brice did his occasional
"information for new bottoms" searching, he had read about boot licking.
It grossed him out.  But he had no choice.  He got down, and suppressed his
gag reflex, as he cleaned up Jay's shoes.  They were Italian leather, and
the smell was making him even hotter.

"Know what we're doing this weekend, Briceman?  We're gonna buy you a
complete leather outfit.  And I may make you wear it to dinner with the
Millers."  Jay started laughing.  "Or maybe when I show you off.  Because
if you REALLY want to apologize, you're gonna stop turning me down when I
say I wanna go to a club."

Meekly, Brice whispered "yes sir.  Anything you want."  Motivating Brice
was Miller's story of how Jay had found him irresistible, and had turned
down a younger, handsome man with more money, to pursue him.  Had this ever
happened before?  He doubted it.  He remembered the guys at the gym lusting
after HIS top man.  And then, Jay's tongue.  His cock.  His magic fingers.

"Please sir.  Please fuck my face."  Jay did. Hard.  Instead of sliding
back and forth, he just shoved his cock all the way in, fully.  And held it
there.  Brice was gagging, but he knew better than to try to force it out.
Or to let his teeth touch his Dom's cock.  There was a sneer on Jay's face
as he reached down and grabbed Brice's nips.

And something happened.  Notwithstanding the cage, Brice came.  The jizz
started pouring out of him, as Jay shot deep in his throat.  He knew he'd
be in trouble.  He wasn't supposed to cum without permission.  Was he going
to be able to WALK tomorrow?  He suspected a good whipping was in the near
future.

It didn't happen.  Instead, Jay laughed.  "Well, well, well.  Looks like
we're gonna have to change things up a little.

"Sir, I'm sorry.  I'm really sorry.  I didn't know, I didn't." Jay just
laughed as he grabbed Brice's hair, and pulled it, hard.  "We're gonna have
to shop for a smaller cage, stud bottom, cause you know what that means?
It means your cock adjusted to the cage, and has adapted.  You're too
comfortable in it.  "  He snickered.  "I'm gonna get them in three sizes,
one smaller than the other.  It's gonna be great seeing you squirm in one
that's three sizes too small at dinner with the Millers. "

"Speaking of..."  Jay grabbed his cell phone.  He pushed some buttons.
"Max?  I hope this isn't disturbing you, this is Jay.  Oh, thank you sir,
I'm fine.  Yes, Brice is fine too.  Well, I appreciate your comments sir.
We DID in fact get over it.  So, I was calling because Brice told me that
you had suggested dinner together ?  I think that 's a wonderful idea, and
so does Brice.  But sir, I know what you're idea of dinner is, and please,
no fancy restaurants.  I have an alternate suggestion.  How about you and
your wife come to OUR place for dinner? I'll cook for you?  No Sir, it
won't be any bother at all.  I love to cook. " He laughed.  "yes, you might
very well get to see Brice in an apron.  So, let's talk tomorrow and set up
dates.  T hank you sir, again, and have a good night."



He got off the phone and looked at Brice.  "You thought you were sore this
morning.  WAIT until I get done with you tonight."