Date: Sat, 26 Sep 2020 21:11:24 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Lucas and nick get introduced to bondage - installment 18 It was the night of Greg's party. For three days, delivery men had been bringing plates, cutlery, glasses, napery, everything that a wealth businessman needed to show off to his friends. "Are you SURE you don't need staff, Sir?" one of the suppliers asked. "We still have servers who are available." "That's ok, thank you. We're gonna take care of that ourselves." Indeed, he had gone over the protocol for the evening with Nick and Lucas several times. He had gotten both of their collars polished - he didn't want ANY doubts as to their status, to his friends and business associates - and he made clear to them that flirting was ok, but physical interaction, was not. Lucas belonged to him and, at least for now, so did Nick. If things went the way they might with Jorge, he would take possession of Nick. Any changes would happen the week later, at the leather party. "Go put on your uniforms boys. Look sharp." They dressed in Nick's room. Lucas took a look at his cousin. "You're nervous, aren't you?" "I am, Lucky " (his private name for Lucas). "Not about the party. I've cater waitered before, no problem with that. I've had customers grab my ass. No problem with that. But... Jorge said he's coming tonight and, if he asks me what Greg said he thinks he's gonna ask me...." "You don't know what you're gonna say." Nick looked almost sick "NOOOOOOOOO. I don't. I mean, here's how I think about it, Lucky. Be honest with me. You and Greg are thick as can be. There's really no room for me there except as an accessory. Jorge's my man. He wants me. I know he does. But if he's going back to Argentina... do I go with him? Because if I don't, well... I'm gonna be a free agent again, and I don't know if I want that." "You know you won't be just an accessory around here, Nick." Nick stared at Lucas. "Lucky, let's be honest with each other. Since Jorge left, how often have I been in bed with Greg?" "A few times. Not that many." "Have I ever been there when you weren't?" "Fair point." "And you've been in his bed how often?" "Every night." Nick laughed bitterly. "And everyone always said Lucas was the smart one, but Nick was the pretty one. You're not acting too smart right now Luck" "I can talk to Greg. I'll tell him you want more." Nick laughed again. "You really think that's gonna do any good? Lucas, you better start realizing what everyone else knows: YOU'RE Greg's boi. No one is gonna get you but him. I wouldn't be surprised if he decks someone next week for looking at you a way he doesn't like. " Those words suddenly made Lucas really hot. Nick was right. Greg was possessive, and he WOULD do something like that. Lucas had no intention of trying to get away, but if he did... he fully expected Greg would have him hunted down and punished, faster than you could say "raise those legs". "I don't know what to say Nicko. Jorge seems to be such a nice man." Nick smiled. "HE IS. He's a much more gentle, caring lover than Greg is. He's only been as rough with me as I wanted. And he's a GREAT kisser: sorry again Lucas, but he's got Greg beat on that one too. But... at least he admits it. He's stubborn. He's REALLY stubborn. And he REALLY is into roles: if I wind up with him, well, I'll be kissing a lot of things goodbye." Lucas smiled. "I'm not sure there's anything wrong with that." "Maybe there's not," Lucas shook his head. "Ask him to give you some time to think about it, but tell him you don't want to stay with Greg. Because you don't." Nick began to cry and hugged Lucas. "Argentina is SO FAR AWAY. I don't know when I'd see you again if I went." Lucas held him real tight. "Let's see how it plays out." "BITCHES. Let me see how you look." They came out and Greg noticed Nick's face right away. "Oh geez, go wash up. SMILE BITCH. NO ONE wants his wine served by a crying twink." Lucas thought. "The old Greg is back. Oh well." Fifteen minutes later, the doorman announced the first group of guests. Lucas rolled back his cuffs, Nick loosened his tie, and they got into position. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx As he walked by with a tray of canapes, Lucas heard someone talking to Greg. "You own BOTH of them? PIG. ONE hot one would be enough, but two? And so different. " He heard Greg answer. "Yeah, they're related, but you'd never know. " "Who's better in bed?" Greg laughed. "I'll never tell. You'll have to ask them." He had felt at least three guys grab his ass during the evening. He brushed it off. He knew whom he was sleeping with that night. Nick was clearly having a bad time of it. he was trying the best he could, but at one time, someone grabbed his ass REALLY hard. Lucas saw it. Nick turned around and gave him a look, and he saw the guest's face go red, to white. If he said anything to Greg... Lucas ran over to the guest. "If I can be of assistance Sir." And he smiled. "My colleague had a nasty fall when he was getting some ice. His tailbone is still recovering." The guest made a wry grin. "When his tail bone is better, I'd like some of that tail. Make sure he knows." He slipped a 50 in Lucas' pocket. Lucas smiled and took it out. "Sir, I appreciate it, but Master Greg has taken care of everything. Please give the money to someone more deserving than I am." As he walked off, the guy called out. "HEY. Greg's FUCKING you isn't he." Lucas turned around and smiled. "You'll have to ask Master Greg, Sir. " Greg heard the exchange, and smiled. "Good boy Lucas. Lucky Lucas, I guess I should start calling you?" "Thank you Sir. I don't ask you for much, but please Sir, don't call me Lucky. That's a private nickname with Nick and I. No one gets to use it but him." Greg wasn't used to that kind of directness from his boi. "I appreciate that Lucas. I won't use it. Do you want me to get rid of that guy?" "No Sir. He's your friend. It's flattering to have attention paid to you. Excuse me Sir. You have thirsty guests." As he walked past Greg, Greg flicked a finger on Lucas' right nip, and Lucas smiled. Greg was ok with what he had said. Nick was standing behind the bar when the door opened, and Jorge walked in. He still had his suitcase with him. He heard him talking to Greg. "I'm sorry for coming like this amigo, but customs was a nightmare, and I didn't want to miss more than I did." "Well, I'm glad you're here. I'm sure someone else is too." He looked in Nick's direction. "Nick do you want to take Master Jorge's suitcase to the guest bedroom ? It can stay here." "Yes sir." Right away. He smiled up at Jorge as he took the suitcase. "May I take your bag Sir?" Jorge smiled directly at Nick. "There's something in the bag for you, amore. Maybe I can give it to you now." Greg shook his head yes. "the party's under control, and I'm not too proud to help out." In the bedroom, Nick felt Jorge's arms around him. He felt his overnight stubble on his neck. "I have been dreaming of seeing you since I left Argentina Nick-o. Are you well?" Nick tried to turn in Jorge's arms, but Jorge was too strong for him. "I've been having a hard time of it Sir, but I'll be better now that you're here." Jorge pulled Nick's arms behind him and began whispering into his ears. "If you knew how long I've been waiting to tie you up, to fuck you, to let you know your man is back..." Nick began to breathe hard. "Please Sir. If I stain my pants, I'll embarrass Greg. Big time." "Then just kiss me, babe. Remind me of why I came back. " The kiss was long. Then Jorge broke it. "Sit down Nick. Sit down on the bed. I want to give you something. I had it made in Argentina." "For me? Something from Argentina? What Sir? What could it be?" Jorge had a big smile on his face. He reached into a side pocket of the suitcase, and pulled out a small case. "I hope this fits. If it doesn't, we'll fix it." He handed Nick the box. When Nick opened it, there was a ring. Two braids, silver and black, intertwined, with a ruby in the center. "OOOOH. Sir Jorge. OH MY GOODNESS. A ruby? My favorite. How did you know?" Jorge smiled. "A call to Greg, who asked Lucas, and..." He took Nick's hand. "Marry me Nick. It's legal in Argentina. It's been for ten years. Marry me. Make me the happiest man in the world." Nick looked at him. "I... I don't know what to say, Sir Jorge." "Sure you do. Say yes. " Nick looked down. "I ... I want to. I'm not saying no. Can we talk about this after the party? Please spend the night here, Sir Jorge. Please don't go to a hotel." Jorge looked a bit surprised at the answer. "Oh. Ok. Sure . We can talk about it. There's work you have to do. I shouldn't have interrupted that. " He gave Nick another kiss. "Now, I would like you to make me a drink: anything but a cosmo." Nick smiled. "Yes sir. Do you want a screwdriver?" Jorge smiled. "Don't make me what YOU want, sweetcakes. Make me something strong and bitter. " Nick was about to say "a gregtini?" but thought better of it. "I know what you like to drink Sir. I'll get it right away." He looked at his hand. "Is it ok if I wear it tonight Sir?" "Only if you want to. But I wish you do." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Lucas saw the smile on Nick's face when he came out of the bedroom. Nick didn't say anything, but when the two of them picked up trays and began making their rounds, Lucas noticed the ring. He smiled. "It's beautiful. Congratulations whore" Nick grinned "We need to talk. A lot." The two of them saw Greg and Jorge chatting in the corner. Greg looked at Nick, held up his right hand as if HE were showing off a ring, and signalled a "thumbs up." As the party was winding down, and the last guests were leaving, Greg told them "ok, the bois worked hard tonight so I'm giving them the rest of the night off. I think you guys can fend for yourself. The bar is still open. Nick smiled at Jorge. "Sir. Your suitcase is still in the bedroom. Would you like me to get it for you?" Jorge picked up the signal. "No, young man, Muy bien, I'll come and get it myself. There are some things in that bedroom I want." No one heard him close the door as he and Nick went in. "No, querido, don't do that." He saw Nick reaching for his black tie. "I'm doing that. I have plans for it." He took off Nick's black tie and opened a few of his shirt buttons. Gently , he pushed him back on the bed and pulled Nick's wrists up, binding them with the necktie. Nick made to pull at them, even though he had no intention of escaping. Jorge's deep baritone made sure of that. "Oh no, no no my pretty. I waited a long time for what I'm about to take, and you're not getting away." He pulled off Nick's working loafers, and then his socks. He held each foot securely and kissed each one of nick's toes, tickling him along the way. 'STAAPPPPP YOU BEAST..." Nick began to giggle. "Staappppp? Is that an English word I didn't learn? I don't understand it..." He got Nick's shirt unbuttoned completely, and then his pants . He pushed Nick's legs up and he smiled. "I miss the way you taste, Nick. Do you taste the same?" He dug his tongue into Nick and Nick bit his tongue, so he didn't disturb anyone in the living room. Jorge saw what he was doing. "Do you need a gag, pretty? " He picked up Nick's socks. "I can arrange that?" "NO. NO. Not those socks. Please Sir. I wore them for.. MMMMPH. Jorge just laughed. Then he got back to sliding his tongue around inside of Nick. Nick's hips began to buck. He wanted this man in him, and in minutes, he got his wish. The last guest had left, and Greg turned to Lucas. "You two were great.." He kissed Lucas. "Jorge is such a romantic. I'm not that way." Lucas looked at him. "Yes you are Sir. In your own way. You've been standing up all night. Would you like to sit down, Sir...?" Greg saw the look on Lucas' face, and he took a seat. He pointed to his crotch. Lucas whispered "Yes sir," and got to work at opening Greg's pants. After he did, he put his mouth around Greg's growing cock. "HELL YEAH. Best fucking cocksucker in NY. Bar none." He began pushing his cock in and out of Lucas' mouth, as Lucas also slid, up and down. This was enough romance for him. Lucas' "cousin sense" told him that Nick was having an orgasm, and he was. Jorge had just cum inside of him, and began jerking him off, leaving him tied down. "Ropes work in NY, in Buenos Aires, everywhere, Nick-o." Nick was trying to answer, but the sock gag was still in his mouth. His back arched, almost at a 45 degree angle, and he shot so high he thought he was going to hit the ceiling. "My man is back. " He sighed to himself, as Jorge pulled out the sock gag. "You miss me sweetheart?" "Every day Sir. Every day I missed you, your voice, your cock, every part of you." Untied, he curled into Jorge. Jet lag had caught up with the Argentinian, and he began to snore, as Nick lay there in his arms, conflicted about the day, but staring at the ring like he was in the Hobbit movies. Out in the living room, Greg had just shot in Lucas' mouth, and he grabbed his man's hair so that his head stayed on his cock just a little longer. "OH MAN. Best blow job in NY. Now I can take your ass this morning." Lucas' mouth was full of cock, so he couldn't answer. He did gently shake his head up and down in assent. Greg pulled his head off, and pulled Lucas up next to him on the sofa. He put his arm around his shoulder. "Any advice for Nick, stud?" Lucas sighed. "I'm afraid I don't really know what to tell him Sir. " Greg was silent. "I think Sir, he doesn't want to stay here with us. He feels like you have a favorite, and it's me. " Greg laughed. "Well DUH." Lucas smiled. "Hold me tighter Sir. Please. I've never wanted anything as much as I want to be with you." Greg tightened his grip. "Jorge and I have a habit of 'anything you can do I can do better.'" After Leatherfest next week, you and I are looking for a ring. Not a cockring either." "Can we look for one of those too Sir?"