Date: Tue, 23 Aug 2022 22:32:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: ropingtop@aol.com
Subject: Uri's seduction - installment 4

Damian and Uri returned to the hotel room after dinner "laughing like
loons" as Uri's mother would say. Uri had had more to drink than he had
ever had, and there was a big grease stain on his shirt from where a
green bean had fallen during dinner.
"It wouldn't have happened if you didn't force me to use the
chopsticks!" Uri was laughing, thinking back to how he tried to navigate
the vegetable dish without regular silverware. Damian was laughing too.
"Hey, I gave you a choice. You could eat with chopsticks, or you could
go hungry. You had a choice." He was behind Uri, and he had an arm
around Uri's waist. "And your laugh is so sexy, I wonder what would
happen if... tickle tickle." He dug his fingers into Uri's ribs.
"NO!  DON'T DO THAT PLEASE!  I'm wicked ticklish and after that
dinner, I'll puke all over the floor." It was true. Uri had never had
Chinese food before, and he had stuffed himself. And the food! Yes, the
preparation was different, but there were so many things he liked, and
just didn't have that often. The green beans for example. Distribution
channels still weren't perfect in cities like the one where Uri lived
with his folks, so when supplies like really fresh vegetables or unusual
ones -- like the Asian ones they had eaten that night- were available,
Uri's family could almost never get to the store before they were sold
out. His parents worked long hours at the university and of course,
Uri's job took up time. Uri also had absolutely no interest in doing
grocery shopping or even cooking, even if he loved eating fancy food.
"Don't worry about the shirt Uri bird." Damian changed his arm
position and instead of having one around Uri's waist, he had him in a
gentle bear hug. "We've plenty of time before the opening tomorrow and,
I wanted to take you shopping anyway.  Now there's a good reason."  Uri
pushed gently against Damian's arms, but not hard enough to be
struggling. He just wanted to feel, well, enclosed.
"Shopping? You want to take me clothes shopping, Sir?"
"Mmmm hmmm." Damian answered before he rested his chin on Uri's neck.
"I'd love to take you shopping for other things too, but I'll just
keep those other things my secret." He stopped speaking and rubbed his
chin over Uri's neck.  He whispered, "your skin is so soft Uri bird."
His teeth nibbled very, very gently at Uri's neck before he moved up to
his ear. "MMMM. This tastes even better." He ran his tongue around the
surface of Uri's ear, and Uri began to squirm in pleasure.
"I'm turning you around Uri bird. I want to kiss you." Uri didn't
resist. He loved the way Damian kissed, but the kiss he got was
unexpected. It wasn't a gentle kiss followed by tongue. This one was
Damian's tongue ramming itself down Uri's throat and not pulling back.
Uri sucked at Damian's tongue, moaning. His moans got louder when
Damian's breathing got harder. Then he felt Damian's knee up against
his crotch.
"You're hard as a wooden stick, Uri bird."  Uri took a deep breath.
"You taste like garlic, Sir."
"Is that right?" Damian answered. "Is that the BEST thing you can say
about my kissing? Well, let's see about that." Uri felt Damian's arms
tighten around him and lift him off the ground.
"OH MY GOD. I knew you were strong but. AAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYE."
Damian wasn't completely drunk, and he put Uri on his back on the bed.
"I should tickle the crap out of you Uri bird, but no. I think I'm
gonna feed you more garlic." He got no resistance from Uri as he shoved
his tongue down Uri's throat again. Uri felt Damian's hands on his
wrists, holding him down on the bed. Damian's knee was back in his
crotch too, grinding slowly.
"Do you like it rough, Uri bird?" Damian asked him.
"I don't know Sir. What do you mean by rough?" He heard a low chuckle
in Damian's voice.
"You are just SO DAMN SWEET Uri. I'll teach you what `rough' is,
little by little. For now, though." He went back to kissing Uri, and
Damian felt Uri's legs come up and circle his body. He stopped and
looked at Uri. Uri looked back.
"I want you, Damian. I want you to be my first. Please, Sir? Please?"
Damian wanted it. He wanted it SO bad. He had teased Uri about his
erection, but his own was as stiff as he ever got.
"I would like to be the first one, too, Uri. You have no idea how much.
Not yet. If things go on well, then yes, it will happen. Just be
patient."
"I WANT IT SO BAD, SIR. I WANT TO FEEL A MAN'S DICK IN ME."
Damian rolled to the side, but he kept Uri pinned down.
"Now, you have to think about that, Uri bird. You want `a man's' dick
in you.  Does it matter who it is, or do you just want to feel what it
feels like to get fucked?" Uri wasn't ready for the question.
"I don't know Sir. That's a fair question." Damian smiled, and he
began opening Uri's shirt and stroking his nipples.
"Well, `messing around' as the kids like you say is all well and good.
Giving yourself up -- it's got to be for someone, not for something.
Does that make sense, Uri?"
"It does, Sir. I think."  Damian stopped playing with Uri's nipple.
"Let me ask you this: you close your eyes when I kiss you. Who do you
think of?"
"Well, uh, you Sir. Sometimes. Most times. But sometimes, guys I've
seen in movies or on television, or" he began to blush.
"You think of Jad sometimes, don't you?"
"Ah, yes Sir." Damian smiled. "Yes, there's an old saying, the
elephant in the room."
"I don't understand Sir." Damian tried to explain it, and then he just
kissed Uri again. "We can talk about this some more tomorrow, but I hope
you're beginning to see, my golden bird, that the reason behind having
to have as many dates as the rules say is to make sure the man you're
dating is the one you want to be with."
"Sir, you said `want to be with' but you didn't say `love.'"
"I know exactly what I said, Uri. Wanting to be with someone doesn't
mean you love them. Sometimes the love comes after that and sometimes it
doesn't."
"Did it ever come for you Sir?"  Uri saw a slightly pained expression
come over Damian's face.
"How about we get to sleep Uri bird? Do some shopping tomorrow, do some
sight seeing and then go and see Sunny."
"Sunny?"  Damian laughed.  "Ah, I didn't tell you that. At school, we
all had nick names. Sonya's nick name was Sunny.  I still call her
that." Uri gave a mischievous smile.
"Did you have one Sir?"
"I did. But you'll have to give something up to find that out."
"Maybe she'll tell me Sir," he batted his eyes, and in response,
Damian dug his thumbs into Uri's ribs until he couldn't breathe.
"You get those clothes off of you, and we'll get into bed. We both need
to sleep."
"Yes sir."  Uri stripped, and curled up into Damian, spoon fashion.
When he heard Damian's breathing become rhythmic, in a sleeping pattern,
Uri reached down to his erection. He began stroking. He closed his eyes
and just as he had told Damian, a series of images: Jad, movie stars,
people from his past, and Damian, went before his eyes.
Uri felt a strong hand grab the one he was using to jerk, and then he
felt another one grab his second wrist. He felt Damian on top of him.
"What were you doing Uri bird?"
"I needed to jerk off Sir. You were sleeping and, well, I'm sorry I
disturbed you. I'll take care of it in the bathroom." He moved to get
up, but Damian didn't let him.
"I want to be clear with you, Uri. Do you remember when we started, I
said I like to be in charge?"
"Uh, yes Sir."
"Well, that includes things like you jerking off. So if you want to do
that, I need to know and then... "he whispered. "I'll take care of you.
I'll make sure it's much better than if you do it alone. Understand me,
cutie pie?" Uri gulped. He hadn't been ready for this.
"Yes sir."
"Good. Now let's kick off these blankets and get down to business."
Damian kept Uri pinned down with his body, and he licked at his skin,
teasing him. He nibbled Uri's ears, his nipples, his chin and forced
Uri's thighs apart so that he could grab Uri's balls and roll them in
his hand.
"You like that feeling Uri? You like feeling like I have you by the
balls?"  It wasn't just his balls that Damian had. His thumb was
running up Uri's shaft and teasing his cock head.
"Yes sir," Uri gasped. "OH that feels so good Sir. OOOOOOOOH." Uri's
orgasms were, not surprisingly, very muted and very controlled. They were
nothing like what followed, when Damian straddled Uri and began to jerk
off onto him.
"I have never felt the way I feel about you Uri. GOD, I hope you'll
consider marrying me when we get to the next phase." Damian closed HIS
eyes, and had a vision of Uri, bound at the wrists and ankles, gagged,
moaning as he asked, "you ready for my dick, boy?" and Uri meekly
nodding yes. He exploded all over the younger man.
"And the only one I thought about Uri bird, was you."

Damian woke up before Uri did. He looked down at the young man, breathing
softly with his head on Damian's chest.
"He's too fucking adorable," Damian thought.  His thoughts continued:
"Today's the day to bite some bullets," and then he went back to
looking at Uri. It was about 20 minutes later when Uri woke up. He felt
safe with Damian's arm around him, and the feeling of Damian's chest
hair against his cheek was arousing him.
"Hey sleepy bird." Damian looked at Uri and smiled. "You sleep well?"
"Oh, yes Sir, I did. The bed is so comfortable." He stopped and smiled
while he cuddled into Damian. "But my pillow was even more
comfortable." Damian chuckled and kissed Uri's nose lightly.
"Talk like that could get you in trouble, Uri bird."
"Promises, promises."  Uri smiled. Damian looked away for a minute and
then he surprised Uri by rolling over on top of him and pinning his
wrists down like he did the day before.
"Do you like when I hold you down, Uri?"  Uri pushed against the
stronger man's hands and smiled.
"OH YEAH. I do Sir. Can't you tell? I'm kinda trapped down there and,
well." He was of course talking about his hard on.
"I'm going for your ear, babe, and your neck.  But I need to ask you a
question first."
"Ok Sir. If the question is do I want you to, yes."
"Ha ha. That I know. My question is: do you like being tied up?"
When Damian saw Uri's face, he thought he had made a mistake. It went
blank and the resistance he had been getting from Uri's wrists vanished.
"I don't know Sir. I mean, I THINK I would but, I've never been. I
asked Jad to try it once and he got so nervous and so frustrated that he
just didn't do it."
"Well, baby bird, how about we try it this morning? We've got plenty of
time."
"Didn't you promise to attack my neck and ear, Sir?"
"AH, I think you're gonna like it much better if I do this first."
Damian grabbed a pair of face cloths that he had taken from the bathroom
the night before, just in case this happened. He knotted them together
and then he tied the cloth around Uri's wrists and then to the
headboard. Uri knew what to do: he tested them.
"You've got me Sir. "He smiled. Damian smiled back.
"I know. And I can do ANYTHING I want to you. Now gimme that neck."
"Get it Sir," Uri scrunched his chin down to his shoulder and smiled.
"Your ear is still exposed Uri. And I'm gonna get it."
"No you're NOT!" Uri tried to scrunch his ear down too, but Damian's
mouth was there first.
"I got ya handsome," Damian whispered before he began nibbling and
licking at Uri's ear. He could use both of his hands, and one went down
to Uri's cock which was rock hard. He began stroking.
"Gimme that neck."
Uri hissed. "You're cheating."
"Deal with it, pumpkin. Your neck please."
"DAMN you always win!" Uri yielded and he felt the light scruff of
Damian's beard running across his neck, his teeth nibbling. "I could
mark you and, if you were lucky, the mark would fade before we got home
but...I'd want to go in deep. GRRRRRRRRRRR"
"NO!  NO SIR PLEASE! NO."
Damian ran his hand over Uri's torso. "Well, okay, but then, you're
getting tickled for ten minutes.
"OH GOD NO. NO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHAAHAHAHAHA." Damian's
fingers began to run up and down Uri's narrow rib cage. His thumbs dug
in, and then he remembered what Uri had said and moved up to his armpits.
"OH FUCK SIR. OH FUCK." Damian saw the blush. He knew Uri didn't like
to curse, so he knew he was getting to him.
"You want me to untie you, Uri bird?"
"DON'T YOU DARE SIR."
"I thought so. GOOD," went through Damian's head. Time to move to the
next part of his plan.
"I'm gonna do something Uri that some people think violates the rules,
and others don't."
"What's that Sir? I read about finger fucking."
"Well, this isn't finger fucking. I'm not sure you've read about
it." He took Uri's ankles in his hands and held up his legs. He stopped
for one minute.
"Such EXCELLENT flexibility Uri. I forgot for a minute you're a
dancer."
Before Uri could answer, Damian's head disappeared and then Uri felt the
warm, wet pressure from Damian's tongue, first skirting around his hole
and then darting in.
"HOLY FUCK SIR. WHATEVER THIS IS, I LIKE IT." Damian didn't answer: he
just probed deeper. He'd pull his tongue back and then push in. Then
he'd come out, rim Uri's hole and suck on his balls, one at a time.
"SIR. I never felt anything like this!  Is, is anal as good?"
"It's different Uri bird. Now let me get back to work"
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH," Uri felt like he was about to faint, at least
three times. Damian wasn't really touching his dick, but the top of his
head brushed against it every now and then, and the feeling, with the
Top's tongue inside of him did what you'd expect. Uri's hips began to
buck.
"I'm...I'm.  OH SHIT SIR OH SHIT. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA."  Uri had his first
orgasm without someone's hand on his dick.
Damian looked at him. "I think you liked it."
"YES SIR. OH GOD. I want to do it again. Not right now though. Now, I
want to see you shoot. Will you shoot for me Sir?"
"I will, but we're going to try something. You read about oral sex,
haven't you?"
Uri gulped. This was something he was afraid of. He had tried to blow Jad
once, and it didn't go well.
"I did Sir and...I tried it once but...Jad was disappointed."
"Well, I don't think I will be because, with all due respect to your
handsome friend, I'm a better teacher."
"Are you going to untie me, Sir?"
"Nope. I'm gonna come up to your chest, you're gonna push that pretty
face of yours forward and you're getting to work."
"Please don't let me screw this up," Uri thought to himself.
"You know what the dentist says Uri. Open big." Uri did and felt
Damian's cock -- thicker and shorter than Jad's -- go into his mouth.
He knew he had to close his mouth now and, well, suck.
"Not bad for a beginner," Damian thought. "Practice will make
perfect." He pinched Uri's nipples as he took his throat.
"Such a good, sweet, bottom. Take that cock. TAKE IT BOY." It was the
first time he had spoken to Uri that way and he was watching Uri's
reaction. It seemed to be turning Uri on. He certainly wasn't dumb: he
knew what the words meant. He was just inexperienced. And Damian had
plans to give him PLENTY of that.
"GOD I'm so excited. You felt so good in my arms, Uri bird. I'm going
to explode. And I want you to swallow. Every drop. EVERY DROP."
"mmmmmph" Uri nodded in agreement, and when Damian started shooting, he
did. He wasn't quite sure that the salty taste was appealing, but he
wanted to please Damian. He wanted to please him SO MUCH.
"Good job, young man." Damian smiled and kissed Uri. "You're such a
perfect boyfriend."
Uri had hoped that Damian would call him "lover," but Damian was
concerned Uri might take it the wrong way.
"Thank you, Sir. I'm trying to please you."
"And you are. VERY much."

Damian took Uri to a haberdasher's after they had cleaned up and had
breakfast.  Uri saw that the owner and Damian clearly knew each other.
"Uri wears a lot of white and yellow, and I don't think that's his
color, Joachim. Look at those eyes."
"Yes, you're right. Let's try blue. You're going to the exhibit
tonight, right?  Sunny's show?"
"Indeed, we are. Uri is one of her biggest fans."  Joachim turned to
Uri. "You know that this show has been in the local news here for weeks.
Sonya is a very popular artist. You never know whom you're going to meet
there. Now, let's find you something that is really sharp."
"Joachim, you notice that Uri doesn't quite fill out his clothing?"
"It was the first thing, Mr. Peters. I'm going at least two sizes
down."
"Two sizes down?" Uri asked when Joachim had left. "Damian, that's
going to be tight."
"It's going to suit you just fine. You're going to be the handsomest
man there tonight."
Uri grinned. "Tied for first maybe?" Damian shot back. "You want to be
tied first?"
"Wouldn't mind," Uri smiled.  Then Joachim was back. "Here we are.
Something very simple. A young fit man like you doesn't need anything
fancy. Just your basic, well made blue oxford." Uri took off the polo
shirt he was wearing and slipped into the shirt.
"It's snug," he said.
"Are you having trouble buttoning it?" Damian got up.
"Well, no, but."
"Snug doesn't mean too tight, Uri." He smiled. "You have a good body.
Stop hiding it." He said it in front of Joachim and Uri blushed. He
buttoned all the buttons and then he looked at himself in the mirror.
"I never looked better," he thought to himself. "My God. I... If Jad
saw me, he'd be SO jealous."
"Now tuck it in. Let's see how it looks as for normal wear." Uri did.
"OH FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE URI YOU'RE NOT A MISSIONARY. OPEN A COLLAR
BUTTON." Uri did. "Now another one."
"He's even sexier," went through Damian's head.
"I'm getting hard looking at myself," went through Uri's head. "That
means Damian is too."
"I think we'll take it, Joachim. Thank you so much for your help." He
turned to Uri. "Uri, why don't you go and look at neckties? Pick a
couple you like, and I'll settle the bill with Joachim."
"But, but, Damian, I thought..."
Damian looked at Uri. "Go find some neckties."  Uri said "yes Sir" to
Damian in public for the first time.  While he was gone, Damian arranged
for 8 shirts, same cut, different colors, to be shipped to his apartment.
"He's perfect for you, Shiny. I hope he says yes."
"He will," Damian answered. "I'm pushing buttons he didn't know he
had."

They walked to the gallery where the exhibition was taking place. "You
look incredibly handsome, Uri. Think about blue in the future. It really
DOES suit you."
"I don't think about clothes too much Damian, because the uniform every
day. I only get to wear what I want on the weekends."
"Well, that may change," Damian said, and didn't elaborate.  As they
walked, Uri leaned in and took Damian's hand.  He held it.
"Is this okay, Damian?"  Damian smiled. "It's perfect."  Damian
showed the tickets to the doorkeeper who smiled.
"Let me give you these, gentlemen.  For the social after the show."
"The social?" Uri looked puzzled and Damian smiled.
"Now you know part of the reason I wanted us to shop. I wanted it to be
a real surprise. We're going to be at the little coffee hour Sunny's
giving after the show."

Uri had never been to an art opening before, so when Damian brought him
over a flute of champagne, he looked surprised.
"When did you go to the bar, Sir?" Damian laughed. "Look up for a
second, Uri bird. You see those young men and women with their trays?
Champagne first, and then little canapes. Probably dreadful but, that's
how these things go.  Now let's go look at art."
It was a major show. Frend worked with big canvases, and there were about
fifty of them throughout the space.  Uri had never seen so many of her
paintings in one place, and he had never seen so many well-dressed
people. Nor had he ever been checked out as often as he was. Jad had
taught him about "being checked out" and how to do it. Uri was too
amazed by everything to check everyone out, but he could tell that he was
getting a lot of attention, from both the wait staff, and some of the
attendees.
"OH, DAMIAN!  Can we stop here for a minute?" Uri seemed transfixed by
a painting. "I don't know what it's doing to me but, I don't want to
leave it."
"Stay here as long as you like, Uri. I need to go and talk to some
business associates, but I'll be back."
The painting was an abstract: at least that's what people would say, but
Uri didn't think it was abstract at all. He felt like the way the colors
interacted paralleled how he felt his life was going right now: one of
the colors -- the blue -- seemed to be receding from one color, while
still being pulled toward it. And it seemed to be almost moving to a
color -- a brown/tan mixture -- that he didn't associate with blue.
He was talking to himself. "It's me. I'm the blue. Damian is the brown
and, the yellow, the one it's receding from, it's Jad." His mind began
to fill up and then he was aware of the dark-haired woman, slightly
shorter than he was, standing next to him.
"You seem to be quite taken with that one," she said, smiling.
"I hope she's not trying to pick me up," Uri thought.
"Uh, yes, it sort of speaks to me."
She smiled. "What is it saying?"
Uri tried not to be too personal as he talked about it. He switched to it
being a metaphor for moving from something you're supposed to be
attracted to and were, at one time, and moving to something that you
thought you wouldn't like but, you were wrong. "And the ambivalence
that comes with it."
She laughed. "My goodness, you're very perceptive young man. I'm not
sure many people would have seen that. It sort of stands for something
you'll confront a lot more as you get older."  Just as she finished,
Damian came up behind them and put one arm around each of them.
"My, my, my. I was getting set to introduce the two of you but now I
don't have to. Sonya, this is Uri, Uri Sonya Frend."
"OH! OH! You're the artist! Ms. Frend, I... I LOVE your work. I just
love it." She smiled.
"Well, thank you Uri, but please call me Sonya." She looked at Damian.
"And whatever THIS ONE has said, do NOT call me Sunny. Damian has told
me so much about you."
"HE HAS? I mean, I'm not all that interesting, even to myself."
She laughed. "We'll have to talk more. It's almost time for the
refreshments. Let's make sure you sit next to me, Uri."  Uri looked at
Damian.
"Sir, is that ok?" Damian laughed. "As long as you remember who's
taking you home."
"Don't worry Shiny. You know my preferences are elsewhere."

"I'M SITTING NEXT TO A FAMOUS ARTIST!  I CANNOT BELIEVE IT. I HAVE TO
TEXT HOME. REALLY. I DO."
"You seem to have a good sense of color Uri. That shirt sets off your
eyes and, now it makes sense that you'd be drawn to the blue painting.
And that is what I call it: "Blue Painting."
"Well, thank you Ms. Frend -- I MEAN SONYA.  I'm sorry, I did the same
thing with Damian when we first met, and I couldn't get it right."
"Ha ha ha.  From what I understand you're getting a LOT of things right
with Damian."  Uri blushed. "I'm trying and he's very patient."
Sonya nearly spat out some wine she was drinking.
"DAMIEN? PATIENT? Oh, my word have you tamed the cranky beast Uri?"
"He's never been cranky to me, Sonya."
"Well, he must be smitten. You must be the most incredibly pushy bottom
in town."
Now, Uri nearly spat out wine. He couldn't believe she said that.
"Uh, I hope I'm not speaking out of turn but," he lowered his voice,
"if you're talking about sex, yes, I'm a bottom but pushy? No, not me.
I'm much more passive."
Now Sonya dropped her voice. "You know, sweetie, Damian told me you're
making a choice between him and another man. Frankly, I think you've
made your choice from what you told me about the painting but...Damian
really likes it when his boys are more aggressive about getting their
needs met. Just keep that in mind."
Uri could only imagine that artists were more forward than non-artists.
But Sonya knew Damian much better than anyone else he had met.
Uri WAS surprised how attracted he was to Damian. It wasn't just the
gifts, and the events, and that stuff. Damian listened to him and gave
him a chance to express his views. And while Damian may call them
boyfriends, Uri thought of them as lovers, and Damian was a much more
considerate lover than Jad. Jad was very clear about what he wanted, and
that Uri was going to give it to him. That meant science museums, and
auto races, but not dance recitals or, well, art exhibits. And Damian was
attractive in a different way than Jad was.  Yes, people had been
checking Uri out, but he head seen more than one man check out Damian.
When they did, he always drew closer and felt, well, proprietary about
Damian: "he's MINE" he thought more than once, and when he was at
home, he had masturbated, more than once, to thoughts about being
Damian's husband.
"I am afraid that we're going to have to clear out Uri, but it was SUCH
a pleasure to meet Damian's heart throb.  Let me give you my card. Shiny
tells me you paint.  Perhaps we could paint together sometime."
Uri's mouth dropped. "REALLY? You'd let me paint with you?"
"Oh of course, love. Your comments about that work were more perceptive
than any critic's. I have a feeling that your art is just about ready to
expand, in a VERY big way." Uri smiled. "I am so flattered Sonya. Thank
you."
"Now, give Momma Frend a kiss, love. Damian won't be jealous. He's
actually very friendly with my lover. I think you met him today:
Joachim?"
When Uri looked a bit surprised, Sonya explained. "We were all
essentially `boarding school orphans.' You heard me call Damian Shiny,
and he called me Sunny. Those are school names we gave each other. Damian
became Shiny because Damian means `the shining one'. I became Sunny
because, ha ha, for three years or so, every single one of my paintings
had the sun in it.  Joachim? We call him Natty because he dresses so
well. "She paused. "Let him dress you, Uri. You'll get so many stares,
Shiny will be jealous. And it's a good thing to have your man a little
unsure.  ALWAYS."

"You and Sonya really seemed to hit it off, Uri. I'm really pleased."
"Yes sir, we did. OH, this was SUCH AN AMAZING EVENING. THANK YOU. From
the champagne, to meeting Sonya -- OH, she told me we could paint
together some time."
"Ho ho. If she invited you to paint with her, she's impressed." Now
Damian took Uri's hand. "As am I, Uri bird." He sighed and spoke
softly. "If you knew how much I want to expedite this whole process and
ask you to marry me. "He stopped walking for a minute and stared into
Uri's eyes.
"I'm not asking you for a decision, Uri. I'm just asking you to
consider what you'll do when I sent my proposal letter."
Uri gulped. He thought he knew what he'd do, but he wasn't sure.
When they got back to the hotel room, Damian sank down in a chair. "OH,
these old feet just can't stand for all that long anymore. "He closed
his eyes for a minute and then they popped open, because Uri was untying
his shoes, and had begun rubbing his feet.
"Uri, you don't have to do that. But, oh, you're doing such a good
job."
"Sir, something I read said it's a boy's job to anticipate his Man's
needs. You need a foot massage."  Damian smiled. "So, you consider
yourself my boy?"
"Don't you, Sir?"  Uri smiled. "Give me a minute Sir? I have a
surprise for you. I need to go off to the bedroom first though."
"Well, ok. I hope you didn't sneak out and do something like buy a full
leather outfit."
"Not yet Sir. Give me ten minutes."
Damian sat, in his bare feet, and then, Uri came to the doorway of the
bedroom. He was wearing his white dancer shorts, and the blue shirt,
opened completely. He put a thumb in the waistband of his shorts and
cocked his head.
"Sonya told me you like pushy bottoms Sir. Well, beyond this, and the
neckties I just attached to the bed so you can tie me down, I couldn't
really think of anything pushier."  Damian felt his cock jump to
attention. He got out of the chair and walked over to Uri.
"One other thing, Sir. If you're willing to break the law, I'm ready.
Now kiss your boy."