Date: Sat, 19 Sep 2020 15:29:55 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Lucas and nick get introduced to bondage - installment 17 Lucas thought about Greg's question: what did he want? At first, the answer was easy, but as he thought about it, he might have a choice coming up that was NOT so easy. He LOVED being Greg's boy. There was Greg's position, his money, and his take control attitude, which were all turn ons for Lucas. Just watching how Greg walked through the streets, not seeming to be concerned with getting out of the way or making room for anyone: he just seemed to "own" everything. And he owned Lucas. That thought made the man smile: Lucas couldn't control his body type, his hair, his "macho bear" type of appearance. Greg didn't really care: he just zoomed in, and took what he wanted. Lucas had dreamed of being another man's sub. Now he was. But there was the issue of his dissertation. When he finished, and defended, he'd have his PhD. He had spent so many years working toward this. Chances were, he would NOT get a job in the city . What did that mean, for he and Greg? For sure, Greg wouldn't kick him out: he'd find work, although probably not as a professor of any kind. Would he be happy doing that? His graduate work had taken six years, so far, and there was probably another year, maybe 2, before he was finished. What then? On a basic level though, the more Greg dominated him, the more control he took, the happier Lucas was. He loved the feel of rope going around his wrists, of Greg's tongue forcing its way down his throat, and most of all: that cock. GEEZ, did the man know how to use his cock! Lucas wished that Greg would fuck his mouth and ass, every time. He was jealous that Nick was around now. He loved Nick, but he distracted his man from HIM. Nick thought about the question at work. His process was more complex, now that Jorge was in the picture. Jorge and Greg were different, and similar. If he had to describe them, Jorge was much more romantic, and careful about what Nick wanted sexually. He was, however, unquestionably in charge. And that was fine when Nick wanted something "soft" and "sweet." Greg was rough. Again, there was no question who was in charge: the way he had broken Nick recently was evidence of that. Nick loved being treated roughly too. When Greg would just throw him on the bed and fuck the shit out of him, were some of the most blissful moments he had ever had. Would he have to choose? Well, yes. If in fact Jorge asked him to go with him to Argentina, what would he do? He had to factor into that, his cousin. For all of the rivalry, he loved Lucas more than anyone else in the world. They had gotten into this "situation" together, and they had always assumed that they'd be close enough to be together, all their lives. What was he going to do? xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Lucas saw to the delivery of the party supplies that day. The delivery man, a big, ginger kinda guy, smiled at him. "So... You're Greg's new boy." He blushed. "I guess that's right." The delivery man laughed. "Then I better keep my hands off you. I swear, he picks the hottest guys. He got you locked up for when he comes home?" "Uh, I don't think that's any of your business." The guy laughed. "You're right. It's not. I just know how he operates. I'm Burt by the way. " He held out his hand. "Nice to meet ya. Take care. Be nice to him. He's rough - I've taken a slug from him once - but he'll take care of you like no one else will." Later that day, there was a delivery from a tailor too. The uniforms had arrived. Nick was still at work, but Lucas tried his on. Black corduroy jeans, a leather belt, a white shirt that was cut as if it were his skin, and a thin, narrow tie. The shirt was so tight that he wasn't going to be able to close the top button. "OOOH. Look at my sexy cousin." Nick came in the door from work. "Looks good on you. Is that our uniform?" "It is. There's one over there for you to try on." Nick put down his train book, dropped his clothes, and started getting dressed. "Doesn't fit me as tightly as you, but..." It didn't. Nick was so much slighter, that it was somewhat difficult to find clothes that fit tightly. Nonetheless, the pants - a skinny jean type cut for him, fit him well, and while his shirt was a bit billowy, it was snugger than most he wore. He pushed up the sleeves, just as Greg walked in. "Well, well, well. Look at my hot, handsome waiter boys. NICE. Very very nice..." He smiled as he looked at Lucas' chest. "Those nips just point through. SOMEONE is gonna want to play with them on Saturday. We'll see. " He turned to Nick. "And look at that fine blond ass. " He ran his hand on it, and Nick got hard instantly. "Here's a selling point. You're gonna have to do all the work on Saturday that involves bending." He laughed. "God, I sound like a pimp don't I?" He didn't wait for an answer. "Ok, change back into your regular clothes. I have a game before dinner. I'm not telling you what it is. It's very simple, but your both gonna test your limits. Lucas and Nick changed back to their regular clothes. Greg was waiting for them. "Alright. I told you limits were going to be pushed. Especially yours Lucas." "Yes sir," Lucas responded. Greg was silent for a minute. Then he uttered one sentence, in a deadpan tone. "Fuck your cousin's ass Lucas. " The color drained out of Lucas' face, and Nick's mouth dropped. Lucas began to speak, and Greg cut him off. "What was unclear? I'm in charge, you do what I say. Fuck your cousin's ass." Nick saw the churnings of his cousin's mind. He knew that, while they were both bottoms, Lucas had never had a topping desire in his life. He was going to have to help here. "Come on stud. You want to make me feel unattractive? You want me to feel unloved?" He teased. "I pounded you pretty hard yesterday. Give it back to me." "You did NOT pound me hard. You barely got in. " Greg stood back, smiling. It was working. "Come and get me big man," Nick teased Lucas. He moved forward and poked his belly. Then he went for his ribs. That was enough. Lucas moved in and grabbed him. He was stronger than Nick and he tossed him on the bed. "Ok, you little blond big mouth. You're gonna get it." "PROVE IT BIG MOUTH" Nick yelled back at him. "You want help undressing him stud?" Greg moved in, and Lucas turned around "I can handle this." .... "Sir." He began ripping at Nick's clothes and he had him undressed from the waist down. Now, all he had to do was get an erection. Greg saw that, and now he DID move in. From behind, he began nibbling Lucas' ear, and he whispered. "For every inch you put into him, I'm gonna put an inch in you.. " He had Lucas' pants dropping down, and his finger began running up Lucas' ass crack . That did the trick, and Lucas began to get erect. "Now FUCK HIM " Greg whispered to Lucas. "yes sir," was the soft response, and Lucas, for the first time that he could remember, began pushing his cock into someone's ass. Nick had "dated" his share of new tops, so he knew what to do. He encouraged Lucas, pushed forward, and said whatever he could to get him hard. What was working the best, however, was Greg's cock, beginning to slip into Lucas' ass from behind. "OH THANK YOU SIR" he yelled, at a particulary sharp push. That push also moved him forward, and he was inside Nick, all the way. Nick was smiling "oh yeah, cuz. Big tough studly cuz. Fuck this blond boy. Show him who's the boss. OH YEAH." Greg was keeping his amusement to himself, as he pushed further into Lucas. There was no question: Lucas was his boy. He nibbled at his ear, harder. "who's my studbottom? Who belongs to me?" "That's me Sir. That's.... MEEEEEEE" Lucas screamed as he shot into Nick. Nick smiled. "That's how to do it stud." "NAH. THIS is how to do it." Greg grunted and Lucas felt his jizz entering him. "See boys? You can do anything you put your mind to. And you may be the entertainment and not just the waiters at my party." Nick whispered to Lucas. "You were good. Not as good as me, but you were good. You can do this bud." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx Lucas was turning out to be a fine cook, and dinner that night - chicken with vegetables and a potato cake - was delicious. Greg came over and kissed Lucas "You're turning into quite the houseboy," and he laughed. "Can I take a crack at making dinner Sir?" Nick asked "Well, it's Lucas' kitchen, you gotta ask him." He laughed. "Well, if you're going to be Jorge's wife, I guess you better learn Spanish food." As Nick got red, Greg laughed so hard he nearly spat out some food. "I better warn you. Jorge didn't grow up on Spanish food. He's a French food fan. Start there. But if Lucas is willing to share the kitchen, fine. " "Anyhow, let's get this stuff cleaned up. The leather store is still opened, and I wanna start getting your outfits." They cleaned up, and headed out. Lucas reached for Greg's hand, with a puppy dog look in his eye. Greg smiled and whispered "hold Nick's hand too. Don't exclude him," and that's how they walked off. Marty, the owner, greeted them when they came in. "GREG. It's been too damn long." He looked over Lucas and Nick "Your boys?" "That's right Mart. " He introduced Lucas and Greg. "We're gonna need full outfits for both of them." "Well let's take a look. Hmmm. Not matching outfits I presume? They're not the Bobsey Twins" "No, I don't think so. Nick needs something that's... " Greg walked over. He picked out a leather vest. Very soft, very dark. He had Nick try it on. "Yeah, you wear it well. Good length. Good fit. There's your center . Let's find you some pants, and... I think maybe a really fine white t shirt with it, Mart. Oh, yeah, and a lock necklace. " He turned to Lucas . "Now you... we need something that shows off those guns of yours, so short sleeves. Definitely. He went over and he looked at the leather shirts. He found one with two breast pockets, black and soft. "go try this on." Lucas came out and it was a little tight: like he was imprisoned in it. "It's perfect!" Greg announced. Lucas was a bit uncomfortable in it, but he knew better than to complain. "Let's get some chaps, some new jeans. A necklace too. Oh yeah, Mart. Boots for them both. Not tonight though. I think I can send them back for their own footwear." They walked out with the packages, and Greg was smiling. "I want fashion shows when we get back. I want to see how my boys show it off." Nick was kind of excited. He loved dress up, showing off, all that stuff. Lucas was much more reserved about it, but when he saw his outfit, he did smile. He was gonna look hot. Greg waited until they came out of the bedroom. Nick was all smiles. He flaunted, did a turn, and then went up to Greg "Thank you Sir. I LOVE this outfit. Know what I need?" "An arm band." Greg smiled and high fived Nick. "you both do. You both need right arm bands. " Lucas was just kind of standing there. "Oh, I know what this boy needs . Do you Nick?" Nick stopped for a minute. "YES! I DO. Can I go get them Sir?" Greg smiled. "Go ahead. Take your time." While he was gone, Greg came over to Lucas and held him by the back of the head. "You are going to be the hottest leather boy at the party. MMMMM. " He frenched Lucas, and only stopped when Nick cleared his throat. He had a pair of dark glasses in his hand. "That is PRECISELY what Lucas needs. Put em on and check yourself out.." "Yes sir." Lucas was decidedly uncomfortable, but when he got to the mirror, he smiled. "DAMN. Look at Lucas the geek," he thought to himself. "Now he's Lucas the leather boy." He felt Greg's hand on his ass. "You look so good I wanna fuck you just like this. " "Sir you just fucked me.." Then he saw Greg had the dildo in his hand. "Should I get undressed Sir?" "Nah. I'll undress you. Nice... and... slow..." He started with unsnapping Lucas' shirt. The first nibble at Lucas' left nip brought out a moan. The moans got louder as Greg moved down Lucas body, before he took the 8 inch dildo and began inserting it into him. It took Lucas a minute to get used to it, but then his sphincter closed around the toy, and began sucking it in. Nick had gone to his room, smiling. He knew better than to jerk off, but he really wanted to. The scene with Nick, the leather, everything , was a bit overwhelming. Then his phone rang. "HOLA Nicolas. It's Jorge. How are you my sweet boi?" They spoke for an hour . Jorge was at the airport. He was coming back to NY early, to be at Greg's party. And he wanted to talk to Nick about something "muy importante" as he put it. "Think of my kisses before you fall asleep tonight querido," he crooned. Nick didn't touch himself, but he knew... He looked down and his jeans were wet.