Date: Fri, 15 Jan 2021 18:57:06 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: my sub vinny - installment 8

So, it seemed that my training of vinny was going along really well, and
in many ways, it was.  There was nothing I wanted to do, that vinny
resisted.  And he seemed to like everything :  some things more than
others,  but he endured everything.  For example, when we got home on
Friday, he was NOT very thrilled about my handcuffing him, bare chested ,
hands over his head, to one of the ceiling pipes while I tickled his
pits.  I was just in that kind of mood and, hey, my sub, my way.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA.  PLEASE SIR. PLEASE.  STOP.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA."
"Ah, vinny, why would I stop?  I'm having so much fun."  In fact, I was.
Hearing vinny laugh as he struggled, always made me hard.  I had opened
my shirt, and when he wasn't howling with laughter, vinny was staring at
my chest hair, my sweat, and he was licking his lips.

"SIR PLEASE.  ANYTHING ELSE. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"   I wasn't
finished yet though.  Having vinny tied up like that was making me, well,
more than a little excited.  I stepped behind him, and I began kneading
his ass.  He had his collar on, so I pulled his head back so I could
nibble his ear and whispered.
"This is what happens to people who break in.  They get FUCKED."  Then I
covered his mouth with my big hand, as I opened his pants, and slid them
down.  Since it was an unfamiliar position for vinny, I  started
loosening him up with a finger, then two fingers.  I was so proud of
him:  he pushed back to get more, and began to moan through my hand gag.
I whispered
"You want it, don't you, you PIG BITCH? "  I could hear him try to mutter
the words  "Yes sir" as I pushed his legs apart.  I let go of his mouth
so I could open my own pants, and he begged.
"Please SIR  FUCK ME.  NOT GENTLY. FUCK YOUR BITCH."
And I did.  HARD.  Friday night fucking before dinner.  GOD it was
great.  The boi who had the unused butt hole, who couldn't take three
inches, gobbled up my cock so fast, it even impressed me.  I impaled him,
then I pounded him.  His feet weren't tied down, so vinny swayed in, and
back, taking and then releasing my cock.  He even tightened his cheeks
occasionally, to make it more interesting to me.
It was one of the best fucks I could remember.

But however open and accepting he was in private, vinny was still like a
scared rabbit about "us" in public.  He was uneasy about going to gay
restaurants, or "being seen" when I went to my rugby games,  but he did
it.   In his life apart from me?  I don't think anyone had any idea.  He
told people that the moustache shaving was "because of a rash," and I
know that if I called him, he'd leave the office to talk to me.  We were
going to have a major confrontation about that in the future,  and it
led, eventually, to total capitulation on his part, but we'll get there.
For now, I want to tell you all about the night the rugby team came
over.   But first, after I had fucked my vinny boi,  we got ready to go
out for dinner.  I was treating him because I realized that if we were
going to BE a couple, I had to start having us ACT like a couple.  I had
a few things planned that weekend, beyond the dinner with my team.  Going
out together at a "real" restaurant as vinny put it, as  compared to a
"gay" restaurant was one of them.  So I made a reservation at an Italian
place that wasn't a far drive away.  It got popular and crowded on
Fridays, but I don't think vinny knew that, since he didn't go out before
me.

Well, you've probably gathered that there were times that boi surprised
me.   That night was one of them.  He surprised me more than once that
night.  He dressed, and came out of the bedroom.  He had put on one of my
sweaters, over one of my favorite shirts:  a pale lavender one, which he
wore with another pair of his truly distressed jeans.
MY sweater.  It was a little big for him, but he didn't seem to mind.
"vinny boi, you know that's my sweater?"
"I do.  Is it ok if I wear it Sir?"
"Well, sure, but I'm just curious why."
He came up, walking slowly, and wrapped his arms around my middle.
"It has your scent Sir.  It's not as good as you holding me, but I can
imagine it, if I can smell you, or feel the sweater I've lain against."
Poetry out of my paranoid rabbit.  Would you have told him he couldn't
wear it?  I didn't think so.

Ok, so I drove us to the restaurant.  It was a good thing I had my
seatbelt on, vinny too, because while we were driving,  he told me
"Sir.  I wonder if I can ask you a question.  If I put my house on the
market, could I move in with you?"
I hit the brakes.  I SWEAR.  I had said NOTHING about us living together,
or vinny giving up his house.  Sure, he was there almost every night, but
I had left his house out of the discussion because, well, I wanted him to
feel he had an "escape" if he needed it."
I looked at him.  He was smiling.
"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THIS VINNY?"
"Yes sir.  I thought about it a long, LONG time.  Maybe a month.
Everyday.  This is what I want."
"Well, my answer is yes, but let's talk some more at the restaurant.  "
One of the things I wanted to discuss with him, was transferring half
ownership to him.  After all, if he were going to move in, great.  But if
he sold his house, and something went awry with us,  he'd not have a
place to live.
I didn't tell him that I had asked for a booth where we were sitting next
to each other, rather than opposite each other.  I saw his face as they
brought us to the booth.
"vinny.... if you want to live with me, you need to be comfortable
sitting next to me in a restaurant."
"I'm just nervous Sir.  What if...."
"What if what vinny?  What if someone you know sees you?"
"Well.. yes sir. "
"Because you're with the neighborhood fag?"
"I didn't say that Sir.  "
"vinny, trust me a little on this.  People are going to believe what they
want to believe.  If people think you're gay, whether you're seen with
me, or not, they're going to believe it.  And most people aren't going to
care.  And some people are going to be glad you're happy."  I put my
finger under his chin. He didn't pull away.
"You ARE happy with me, aren't you vinny?"
He smiled.  "Totally Sir.  "
So.. I did something that he resisted for a minute, but then stopped.  I
leaned across and kissed him.  Very explicitly . Right there in the
restaurant.  And to make sure he didn't squirm away.... I grabbed his
crotch under the table while I did.  I'm a good kisser, and after the
resistance, he opened his mouth, and took my tongue.  I didn't expect
THAT.  And then we were done.  No applause, no catcalls, nothing.  Just
the waiter coming over to take drink orders.
"What happened vinny?  Did the world end?"
"No Sir."
"Did anyone call us fags?"
"No sir.  Nothing happened except.... " he blushed.  "I got a woody."
I laughed.  "I bet more than a few guys in this restaurant did too."
The waiter brought over our drinks:  my gin martini, vinny's Chivas.
"Gents, these drinks are on me.  " He smiled.
Normally I don't eat dessert, but when they brought the tiramisu, which
was one of vinny's favorites, also on the house, I shared it with him.
"I have a very happy belly  Sir."  He said in the car.  "And a very happy
butt from before.  "
"Maybe we can make that woody happy when we get home, vinny boi.  And  we
did.  I asked him if he wanted to wear my sweater to bed that night, and
he smiled.
"Just hold me tight Sir. "

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"Are we going to the gym today Sir?"  vinny was waking up, his head on my
chest.  We usually did go to the branch of our gym that was local on
Saturdays.  It was small, and not very popular,  and while I didn't tell
vinny, most of the guys who DID go were gay guys from the area.  Anyway,
I knew we had a busy day of party planning but.... give up the chance to
watch my boi do squats and chest flyes?  Not happening.

"Sure are.  Get some tight shorts on so I can see your hot ass, and let's
get moving."  I moved my hand down and ran my finger down his ass crack.
My hand was cold, because it had been outside of the blankets, and he
jumped, laughing
"SIR!  I almost peed."
"Well then maybe you should get to the bathroom before we go."  He looked
under the covers.
"Looks like you can use some work before we go Sir."
I smiled.  "You horny bastard!  Gym first.  I'll wait.  "
The gym wasn't far, but as I drove, I started singing  "The itsy bitsy
spider,"  and ran my fingers over the inside of his thigh.
"C'mon Sir.  QUIT IT.   Didn't you tickle me enough yesterday?"
I smiled.  "I can never tickle you enough vinny.  Get used to it."  He
sighed, but I think he liked it when I attacked him like that.  I
suspected there was some history of being tickled by someone when he was
a kid, and he was tapping into it.  But that's me being an amateur
psychologist, not the horny bastard I was when I was watching vinny's
workout.
"I'll wash that those gym clothes when you're cooking Sir.  Just leave
them with me."  I grinned. I knew that they'd get the "smell test from
vinny before they got washed, and the machine was downstairs, where I had
tickled him last night.
I digress.  Let's just say that, while the sauce was bubbling for
lasagna, my balls were bubbling in vinny's mouth, and my sneaker tip was
resting on his cock tip, hard from breathing in my jock, my shorts, and
my t shirt.  I let him jerk himself while he was sucking me, so we were
both at least, "calmer"  for the rest of the afternoon.
There were going to be 10 guests:  three couples and four singles, and
vinny had met a few of them, but not all of them, and he hadn't met the
"couples" part, all three of whom were subs.  vinny and I were handling
most of the food, but other guys were bringing salad, garlic bread, and a
dessert.  Someone was bringing wine too.
That afternoon, I learned that one of vinny's secret talents, was
cooking.  I knew he was Italian American, but I didn't know he had
learned anything from momma.  He had.
"Sir, that sauce is going too fast,"  he said.  "Let me take care of
that, otherwise, well, your guests are gonna think badly of a guy named
vinny."
I have to admit, the lasagna was better than any I had ever made.  If we
went ahead with this move in, I was putting vinny in charge of the
kitchen.

"What do you want me to wear, Sir?"  he asked as we had finally set up
the service area, and everything was cooking away.
"Hmmmm."  vinny now had a sizeable amount of sexy, casual clothes, but I
had a mood for one of his work outfits.
"The red and white striped button down.  Grey pants."  He seemed a little
surprised, but  answered "Yes sir,"  and went off to change.  I loved the
way he looked in it.  Those clothes had been snug when he started going
to the gym, and we were gonna have to replace them soon, but for now...
"Just one thing vinny boy."  I came in and opened a second button on his
shirt .  He blushed.
"That's so I can sneak my hand in if I wanna."
Well my friends are my friends.  They were great.  REALLY great.  We had
antipasto at my big table, vinny sitting next to me.  I knew he was
nervous, and he wanted to make a good impression, so I rubbed his back
from time to time, squeezed his neck, and intervened when I thought the
questions might make him uncomfortable.
"You know,"  I told one friend,  "I had my eye on vinny for MONTHS.  I'm
not ashamed to say:  I'd see him on the train, freeze up, go to another
car, and then go home and jerk off thinking about him."  vinny gave me a
side eye.
"YOU were shy? YOU????"  I laughed and rubbed his back.
"Well, I didn't think I was good enough for you.  I was convinced you had
some hot doctor type or someone as your other half."
Then vinny asked.  "Did you ever suspect I was a top?"
"Uh, no."
That brought a round of laughter from everyone, and vinny made a hangman
gesture for asking it.
"HEY.  Can we get pictures of the new couple?"  Someone yelled.  Soon,
vinny and I were posing in different ways.  Some fairly normal and
friendly, some a little more  "erotic."  One of the more romantic ones:
vinny sitting with my arms around his shoulders, his hands on my
forearms, went on my desk the next week.
We had dinner in the living room,  and while there were enough seats,
vinny came over to me, and sat on the floor, wrapped his arm around my
shin, and ate his dinner.  He was close enough to me so that he could do
so comfortably.
"vinny boi, there are seats.  You don't have to be down there."
"I want to Sir.  I want EVERYONE to know... you're the boss."
Remember I said that blow job made me "comfortable?"  I was less so now.
vinny knew it.  He leaned up against my crotch, rubbed, and grinned.
"So vinny, is your firm doing that formal dinner thing this year?"
someone asked.  I saw right away the question made vinny uncomfortable.
"Oh yeah, we call it 'the prom.'  Yeah, we're participating in it, but
I'm not going this year.  Fifteen years is enough.
"Too bad.  I'd love to see the two of you in tuxedos."
"Well, maybe another year."
BING!  I thought.  "He's not going because... he doesn't want to be seen
with me."  I squeezed his shoulder gently.
"I didn't even think you owned a tuxedo vinny."
"I don't.  At most I wear it once a year, so I rent one."
"I bet you have old cufflinks, stays, etc, from your father."
I was rubbing the back of his neck and he leaned back into it.  "I do.  I
always wear them when I wear a tux."
Well, the dinner went on for a few more hours, and as people were
leaving, I heard one of the subs say to vinny
"You are one lucky dog, vinny.  Doug's been single for a while, and a
bunch of guys in the neighborhood were after him.  You got the prize."
I came up behind him and hugged him from behind.
"Nope.  Sorry Jerry, but I'M the one who got the prize. "

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"Nice party Sir.  You have some nice friends."
"It WAS a nice party.  And I do have nice friends.  BUT... " I came up
behind him and nibbled his ear.
"I'd give them all up for my sexy, sweet lover."
"MMMMM.  That feels good Sir.  It really does. "  He bumped against me.
"It feels like you need to find a place for that Sir."
"I do. I know where it's going."  I wrapped my arms around him tighter.
"OOOF SIR.  I'm full of lasagna."
"Well then..."  I took his wrists behind him and kept nibbling his ear.
"Your ass is gonna be full of sausage.  Bed.  Now."
"OOOH.  Yes sir."
I didn't say anything about the formal he and my friend were talking
about.  There was Sunday for that.  And we WOULD talk about it.  I had a
feeling that if I could get vinny to "come out"  at something like that
formal,  I'd have done all I needed to do, and I'd have a sub for life.
Wanna find out what happened?  Come back next time.  Installment 9 is
just around the corner.