Date: Wed, 31 Mar 2021 18:20:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: graduate student submission - installment 22

Dear Readers:  if you felt like the last installment broke off suddenly,
it did.  My cat was at the computer and he decided the installment was
ready, hit the send button, and there we are.

dave is sitting in what Gabe calls the "testing chair."  His hands are
tied behind his back, his ankles are secured with two leather restraints
on the back legs of the chair, which leaves his crotch explosed.  He's
gagged with two large strips of silver duct tape.   You can see the wet
spot at his cock, staining his tan slacks (not jeans).  He strains
against the short sleeved white shirt he wears, because that's the test
today:  Gabe is going to clamp him before he fucks him,  and how long he
clamps him depends on how long dave can keep his tits pointed out.
There's no cheating, because Gabe has a camera in the room, which sends a
signal to his study, where he's dictating his notes on the charts he
brought home after the day at the office and hospital.  Every now and
then, he looks at the photo of he and dave on his desk:  his arms around
dave, his chin resting on dave's neck, dave smiling and Gabe smiling in
spite of trying to look stern,  He feels his cock stir as he thinks of
the amazing sex they had after the photo shoot.  He looks at his watch:
twenty more minutes, then he'll go in there and continue....


What happened since last time?  Well, if you recall, dave met Gabe at his
professor's retirement party.  he and Gabe began seeing each other after
that: sporadically, because Gabe was in the process of finishing up his
internship and starting his own practice, and  dave was buried in his
first year classwork. Apollo would come by from time to time - sometimes
not announced, and dave had thought about changing the locks on his
apartment.  He enjoyed being t topped by Apollo, but now that Gabe was
back in the picture,  the issues around Apollo's bisexuality, and his
demands, were more important to resolve.

For dave, comparing his relationships with Gabe and Apollo to each other
was not like comparing apples and oranges:  it was more like comparing
two different types of apples.  Neither one of them was particularly good
at making sure that his partner - dave - was sexually satisfied after
they were done.  Each fucked in a similar way:  brutal and rough:  the
way dave liked it.  And they were both dominant.  The biggest difference
was in HOW they expressed their dominance.  Apollo barked orders.  Gabe
just quietly took command.    Gabe was more imaginative, and unlike
Apollo, he didn't "open his baggage"  when they were making love, or
playing.

To the casual observer, however, none of that mattered.  When dave moved
in with Gabe,  dave's friends were shocked:  all of a sudden, dave seemed
to be a gold digger.
Gabe was the only child of a wealthy couple.  When they died,  among the
items Gabe inherited, was a huge apartment:  it took up the entire floor
of one of the "good" buildings on Park Avenue, and it had a keyed
elevator.  The first time dave went over to spend the night, he had been
unprepared for this.
He went to the doorman and asked for "Dr. Landfeld,"  the doorman had
smiled.
"Yes Mr. King, good evening.  Dr. Landfeld told me to expect you.  This
way please."
dave watched as the doorman put a key into a lock in the elevator, and
smiled at dave.
"No need to push a button, Mr. King.  The elevator goes directly to the
Landfeld apartment.  He's expecting you."
dave remembered his manners, and thanked the doorman.  He heard the
"wooosh"  as he went up to the apartment, and when the door opened,  Gabe
was standing there, smiling, with a drink in his hand.  He had changed to
a V neck sweater in black, and some silk weave pants.
"dave!  I'm glad you came.  C'mere sweetie."  He put down the wine,
collected dave in his arms, and kissed him. He kissed him a few times.
"You didn't pack an overnight?"
"Sir, you didn't invite me for anything more than tonight.  I figured I
could skulk out of here tomorrow morning wearing what I'm wearing
tonight.
Gabe laughed.  "Oh no, that won't do at all dave.  Not at all.  We'll
figure this out though.  First though... let me show you the place. "
Gabe put his arm around dave's waist and showed him from room to room.
dave's feet froze at the panoramic view of  Central Park.
"OH MY.  I can see the pond, the boathouse..."  He felt Gabe behind him.
"Good.  Because all I can see... is you dave."  He took dave's arms and
held them behind his back.  He whispered
"I want you dave.  NOW.  I'll finish the tour later.  For now.... we're
going to the extra bedroom."
dave learned that night that the "extra bedroom" was for play.  They
would sleep overnight in the "Master Bedroom."
Both felt bigger to him than his whole apartment.
"Get on the bed dave.  NOW.  I want that ass.  ALL of it."
Yes sir,"  dave moved over to the bed in the extra bedroom,  and while
his back was turned, he felt Gabe's arm surround him, and the hand of his
second arm touch  "the spot"  that always immobilized him.
"NNNNNNNNG.  OH GOD."  Gave was on top of him, pinning him down as he
went for his ear.  He whispered.
"I don't just wanna FUCK you blond bitch.  I want you in this fucking bed
ALL THE TIME.  I WANT YOU HERE WHERE I CAN GET YOU WHENEVER I WANT."
Gabe had never been so, well, direct.  It was getting dave harder and
harder.  He began to whine.
"Please SIr.  Please Sir Gabe.  Take me NOW.  Don't wait for ropes.  My
mouth is here.  TAKE IT. TAKE MY ASS.  TAKE WHATEVER YOU WANT."
The look on Gabe's face might have scared some other people, but dave
begged for it.  He wanted it desperately.  He began to see Apollo as just
wishy washy.  Gabe was going to take him, without thought, without any
remorse if he hurt him... he was USING him.  He wanted it.   And Gabe was
like a cat who smelled blood.  He RAMMED his cock down dave's throat.
"I feel one tooth and I'll remove your balls, fuckbottom."
"MMMMMMMMMMPH."  dave pushed out some sound through his full mouth, and
began to suck.  He wanted to suck Gabe better than he had ever sucked him
before.  While he was doing so, he heard the rip, as Gabe tore apart his
shirt.  He heard the buttons fly, and then he felt Gabe's fingers take
his tits, roughly. .
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH"    It was harder not to slip and have his teeth
scrape Gabe's cock while his tits were being mauled, but dave tried.  GOD
did he try.  Gabe never relented on the tits, until he stopped for a
minute to tear off dave's jeans, and then get his legs over his
shoulders.
"GOD HAVE I WANTED TO FUCK YOU HERE, I'VE WANTED YOU HERE SO GODDAMN
BAD...."
"then take me SIR.  TAKE ME."   dave felt like he had never been treated
the way he wanted to be treated, until now.  Gabe was not shy about
shoving his cock into dave hard, all at once, and with all the force he
had.  It even began to hurt a little, and dave hadn't felt any hurt down
there since the first time.
"OH SHIT SIR HARDER.  MAKE ME CRY. PLEASE SIR. MAKE ME CRY."   As Gabe
pounded him, dave thought about the time in the army, of Ahmad, of Marco,
of Apollo.... was it all training for this?  Was there a future with
Gabe....  For now, there was just the present, as Gabe began screaming.
"AAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH YOU FUCKER.  LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO
ME..."    Gabe pulled out and shot all over dave, showing him how excited
he had been.  Now, Gabe began to cry.
"GEEZ.  GEEZ DAVE.  DO YOU GIVE THAT MUCH EVERY TIME?"
"I don't know Sir.  I don't know..."
Through tears, Gabe spoke.
"I'm sorry I destroyed your clothes. I just couldn't help myself."
dave smiled.  He ran his hand through Gabe's hair.
"It was just a shirt, Sir.  I got in on sale. "
Gabe smiled.  He kissed dave.
"We're gonna replace it.  One minute."
Gabe left the room and he was on the intercom.  He heard Gabe talking to
the doorman and then he was back.
"Give the overnight guy an hour or so...." He looked at dave who was
sliding his hand up and down on his own hard cock.
"What's this dave?"
"I was jerking Sir"
"Did I say you could?"
"Uh, no Sir."
"Take your hand away.  NOW."
dave gulped.
"Yes sir."
"I'm gonna take care of that for you.  But in the future.... you don't
shoot unless I say you can.  UNDERSTAND?"
dave hesitated for a minute before he said
"yes sir."
Gabe smiled.  He reached under dave and found a small patch of skin,
right over dave's prostate.  He began to work it expertly.
"OH SHIT SIR.  NO ONE'S EVER DONE THAT."
"That's cause you never had a doctor do you before."  He smiled, and
stopped.  Then he went back again.  He repeated this.  By the fifth time,
dave was moaning like a cat in heat.
"Please Sir.  I need to.  I need to.  I can't help it...."  dave's hips
pushed forward, and his own cum joined the cum from Gabe already on him.
Gabe smiled.
"Would you consider moving in with me, dave?"

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As he cleaned up in the shower,  dave replayed that last sentence.
"Would you consider moving in with me, dave?"  He didn't know quite what
to make of it.  His lease ran for another six months, and in the back of
his mind, he hadn't planned leaving the apartment until he had to,
whenever that would be.
He liked that apartment.  The first "adult," non-military thing he had
done, was to sign that lease. There was so much history there.
And now Gabe wanted him to move in.  There was much that was tempting
here.  The apartment itself, of course.  And Gabe.  Could he say that
Gabe had been his first crush, even before Ahmad?  Yes, he could.   Gabe
was giving him a level of domination unlike any he had experienced
before, and he wanted more.  He didn't want to lose Gabe.  What should he
do?

"Muffin, better hurry.  We have a dinner reservation."
"Yes sir.  Sorry.  I just got... kinda lost in my head."
dave wrapped himself in the incredibly soft bath towel that was there,
and when he was in the Master bedroom, he saw that the package had been
delivered:  not one shirt, but six.  And everything he needed for the
weekend .
"Brooks Brothers, Sir? I never buy Brooks Brothers.  I can't afford this
stuff."
"This is a gift dave.  It's a 'starter pack'"  Gabe smiled.
"Because if we're gonna be a couple, you're gonna need some help in
stepping up your game."
"Well, thank you Sir.  I never thought that I'd ever be able to wear this
stuff."
"Eventually, you won't dave.  I get my shirts custom made. You will too.
Like I say, this is just a bridge if..."
"If I move in with you Sir? "
Gabe only smiled.
"Can I think about it Sir?"
Gabe came over and put his hand on dave's shoulders.
"Yes, you can, but not for long, dave.  I'm really, really lonely here,
and I need company.  I feel like we'd be perfect together, but I hate
being lonely, dave. I hate it more than anything else in the world.  So I
really want to know by the end of next week."  His eyes stared into
dave's and dave felt like a rabbit in the eyes of a big cat again.
"I'll make a decision before that Sir.  I won't make you wait. "
"At dinner, dave, we'll talk some more.  Because, I don't want you to
come into this unprepared."  He sighed.
"I have rules.  I'll expect you to follow them.   Some will seem really
basic:  like no fucking around with anyone else."  He smiled. "Unless
it's a threesome I put together.  Others are going to be more obscure.
But I'll need you to follow them all."
For a long time, dave had been thinking he liked languages because he
liked rules.  It was like the army:  there were rules, you followed
them.  Somehow, the thought of choosing whether or not to accept the
rules, seemed overwhelming.  He wanted Gabe.  If that meant rules,
well..."
"I promise Sir.  I'll listen carefully. I'll ask questions, and then I'll
tell you."
Gabe smiled.
"Now please get dressed.  We'll be late."
dave went over to the new clothes.  He picked up a shirt.
"Sir, I think they sent the wrong size.  I'm a size bigger."
Gabe smiled.
"Now you've met the first odd rule. Not anymore. I want my partner to
look sexy all the time. You'll look sexier in a snugger shirt.  That's
your new size from now on.  Just try it on."
dave's shirts were usually very loose:  Ahmad used to kid him about how
they could fit Eric inside him.  This one, however, made him suck in his
stomach to get it buttoned.
"Look in the mirror dave."  Gabe smiled.
dave went over and looked.  Other people had told him how good looking he
was, but dave never felt that way before now.  He heard Gabe whisper
"See what I mean?"  his hands were on the sides of dave's shoulders.
"You are so fucking sexy dave."  He wrapped his arms around dave, and
dave just sort of rocked back and forth.
"Could we stand like this forever Sir?"
"Ha ha.  No.  Finish up getting dressed.  I think you'll like dinner.

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When they got into the elevator, dave, put his hands behind his back.  He
thought that Gabe would like that and he saw a smile play across his
lips, and a very low
"good boy" from Gabe.  dave was getting used to the feel of the new
fabric.  It was true:  he had never worn a shirt of this quality.  And
Gabe was talking about custom made shirts?  What was that?  Gave had
changed to a dark blue, silk shirt before they left.  When he pulled off
his sweater, dave saw that Gabe was buff all over.  He had clearly spent
time in the gym when he was in medical school, and now that he was in
practice.
Before they had left,  dave had looked at Gabe
"Sir? Would it be ok if I put the sweater you were wearing over my
shirt?  It has your scent on it, and...."
"Say no more dave.  Of course you can.  "  He smiled as he looked at
dave.   He remembered back to smelling the cologne that Marco wore in
dave's apartment.  It'd be good to get THAT one's smell off of dave,
figuratively speaking.  Marco was just a bottom who took advantage.  Gabe
knew:  still, he thought, if Marco came back to NY, a threesome with Gabe
on top of marco and dave... that would be HOT.
Gabe's driver pulled up and after a short ride, they stopped in front of
a very discrete restaurant.  dave made out the name  "Le poisson"
"It's French dave.  Sort of a hole in the wall, but a favorite.  Fish, of
course, is their specialty."
dave laughed.
"I'm not used to much other than fish sticks," and Gabe laughed.
"Many changes for you handsome.  Many changes."
That night, dave had his first oyster
"It's an acquired taste," Gabe laughed when he saw dave's reaction.
Shrimp cocktail.  Gabe beamed when he saw dave's expression as the server
boned the whole fish in front of him, and he smiled even more when he saw
dave trying, somewhat successfully, to slow down to match Gabe's speed at
eating.
"Are you enjoying it dave?"
"I am Sir.  I don't think I've ever eaten something this good."  Gabe
made a face.
"I mean anything COOKED that tasted this good Sir."  He felt Gabe's foot
graze against his.
"What are you thinking about my proposal, dave? I'm not asking for a
decision. I'm just wondering what questions you have already."
"I don't have many yet Sir, but one came up.  I can still go to graduate
school, can't I?"
Gabe looked at him.
"OF COURSE.  What made you think that you couldn't?"
dave looked down
"Well, I thought you were kinda looking for a houseboy."
Gabe reached out and took dave's hand.
"Let me tell you what I'm looking for dave.  I'm looking for a partner,
but I'm looking for a partner who will be a total sub to my total DOM.
Someone who'll do what I say, no questions, but someone who I'll be proud
to be seen with when I'm out. "  He squeezed dave's hand tighter.
"You have no idea how good it makes me feel when I'm with you, does it
dave?"
dave had to pause.
"I wonder if it's as good as I feel when I'm with you, Sir.  You
remembered me.  You looked for me.  And now...."  Gabe could see dave
trying to hold back some tears.
"Sir, I'm used to people leaving me.  I'm not used to people trying to
find me."
"What can I say dave?  Attraction never makes sense.  It's not my place
to wonder about what brought you and Ahmad together, just as it's not the
waiter's place to wonder what brings us together.  It just is.  "  He
paused.
"I did bad by you with that one nighter dave.  But look:  everything
happens for a reason.  If we had stuck together as a couple, you wouldn't
have had your time with Ahmad.  Would you give that up?"
"No Sir.  Not a bit of it.  Even the hard parts."
"Well, I think Ahmad made you ready for me.  Ahmad, I suspect, was a good
Dom, but not a great one."  He smiled and flexed his arms like he was
rowing.
"I'm a better one, and I'm gonna make you a better sub if that's what you
want to be."
dave answered in a low voice.
"yes sir.  I want to be a better one for you.  Dating you, I know that my
level of submission isn't up to speed.  I'll listen to you."
Gabe smiled even more.
"It's sounding like you're leaning toward moving in."
"That's true Sir.  I need to ask you one more question."
"Sure dave.  This is important.  Go ahead."
"My lease.  It has six more months.  I don't want to give up the
apartment."  He saw Gabe's face.
"I'm afraid Sir, that on that one, it's a deal breaker.  I'm a very
insecure person, and you left me once.  If you threw me out, I need a
place to go."
Gabe thought about that for a minute.
"What if I throw you out in 8 months."
"Sir, if you keep me around for six, I guarantee you'll never want to let
me go."
"HA HA. TOUCHE' DAVE, TOUCHE'.  I can't argue with that.  Keep the
apartment.  Your fellowship pays for it, but I'll cover it if you want."
"I appreciate that Sir, but no.  I want to be the best sub I can be,
but... I need to know I can still take care of myself."
"Understood, sweet cakes.  Now, speaking of sweets, I always have the
same thing for dessert, and I always eat too much of it, so now you can
help me."
The waiter brought over a Gran Marnier souffle'.  It was another first
for dave.
That night, in Gabe's bed, with his head resting on Gabe's chest, feeling
the little kisses Gabe was putting on his forehead,  dave had a sense
that this could go good, or bad, or both.    He had a history of making
decisions quickly, and he was about to make one, probably too soon.
This time, he'd check with Gillian.