Date: Sun, 4 Oct 2020 13:32:08 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Lucas and nick get introduced to bondage - installment 19 (GENTLE READERS: I do hope you've had some fun with this story. If you are old enough to remember "The Patti Duke Show," you might think of it as the gay bondage version of the show. We're coming to the end here: 2, maybe 3 more installments. Enjoy them and please: how about a buck to Nifty for every chapter you read? Consider it). The leather party was that night. All four of our guys had spent the night out on Friday, but not together. Both Jorge and Greg thought that the boys needed a treat: Nick because of his emotional roller coaster, and Nick, because he had finally submitted the final draft of his dissertation and he was waiting for a scheduled defense day. Greg and Jorge flipped coins for who got to pick the fancy restaurant first, and after that was done, it was Friday dress up for dinner . It was difficult for Jorge NOT to bring up the topic of moving at dinner, but he did. He focused on how handsome his boy looked to him at that table: his blazer, his seafoam shirt, the khaki pants that showed off his ass so well: the ass that belonged to HIM. He wanted to take Nick right there. Several times, he reached out, squeezed Nick's hand and kissed one of his fingers. "Sir, it almost feels like you're seducing me." Nick giggled, blushing at one time. Jorge smiled, put his hand on Nick's thigh "Haven't we gone beyond seduction, you handsome man?" Nick blushed some more. "You know, I really have NEVER thought of myself as handsome Sir. Cute? Yes. But handsome? Never." "Querido, I checked you out because you were cute that night. I stuck with you because I think you're handsome. Now, let's finish our dinner, so I can get you back to Greg's and make love to you for a few hours tonight. " At another restaurant, about a mile away, Greg was holding up a glass of champagne and smiling. "So, my boy finished up. You ran my house and still you worked. You got it done, you sexy, smart beast . Congratulations!" Lucas was beaming from ear to ear. This "monster" that he had been working on for five years, was in front of the committee that would decide on his doctorate. He hadn't told Greg that he had changed the dedication page, and included Greg. After all of the family stuff, he had added the lines: "And most of all to my partner Greg, who pushed me and challenged me harder than anyone ever has. I'm a much better person for it, and a much more loved person too. Greg, everything good, AND everything bad in this work , is yours. Just as I am." Greg didn't know about that. What he knew was that when he looked at Lucas sitting opposite him, so sexy in his white shirt, opened at the throat, his biceps showing through his sleeves, his strong legs leading up to that incredible ass that he wanted more and more, he was deeper in love than he ever had been. He DID bring up Nick and Jorge. "What do you think Nick is gonna do, Lucas?" "I'm not sure Sir. But if you forced me to bed, I'd say he's gonna say yes. I'll miss him." Greg smiled. He looked directly in Lucas' eyes. "You know, you might think that the two of us spend all day working and thinking of new ways to dominate you." He laughed. "It's true, but we also plan. If Nick says yes, they're going to come and visit twice a year, and we're gonna visit them twice a year. Seasons are different, so they'll come here when it's colder in Argentina, and vice versa." "You mean it wouldn't be just zoom? We'd see each other physically Sir?" "As often as possible. You know, Jorge and I go back forever, and that bond is unbreakable. You and Nick, ... geez, I'd rather try to split atoms. But now..." He smiled as they brought Lucas a plate of flaming baked alaska. "I want you to eat your dessert, so that we can get home, and I can fuck you until you'd scream, if you weren't gagged." Lucas smiled. "the dessert after the dessert." Greg wasn't a sweets eater, so he was nibbling on a piece of parmesan and some grapes. It was gonna be a good night. Greg and lucas got home first. Greg took his boy from behind and began chewing on his ear. "Congratulations professor Lucas. Lucas T. bottom." Lucas laughed as he squirmed in Greg's grip. "Can I take my jacket off Sir?" "Not yet. I love how you feel in it. So goddamn sexy. Just kinda begging an agressive top man to get his hands on you. " "OH yes sir. YES. I'm already thinking about how hot the sex is gonna be after defense." "Ha ha. Maybe I'll take you right in the classroom." "MMMM. Don't think I haven't thought about that. "For now, though.." as his hands found Lucas' nips. "On the bed. Legs in the air . Show me what you learned in yoga." "Yes sir." Greg had been taking some classes in "erotic yoga," because he had overheard Lucas tell Nick that sometimes he felt sex was over too fast. He was moving his cock into Lucas at the speed of a snail. It was doing what he hoped it would. Every time he changed position, he heard Lucas let out a small bit of air. or a moan of pleasure. Or just a purr. It took nearly 30 minutes for him to get his whole cock into Lucas, and it was an exercise for HIM, to not shoot ahead of time. (He had caged Lucas that night, so there was no problem with Lucas coming. But he was going crazy. The slow speed, Greg's wicked grin, his fingers on Lucas' nips. "SIR. Please. Let me feel you fill me. Let me know I'm yours. Then please. Let me show you how much I enjoy you. PLEASE." Greg smiled. He loved when Lucas spoke this way. He shoved once, HARD, and Lucas let out one of his wolf howls. He filled his bottom with his jizz, before he unlocked Lucas' cage. Lucas moved his hand down. "Please Sir. May I?" "No. Not that way. This way... " And Greg dropped his mouth around Lucas cock. "OH SHIT MY MASTER IS BLOWING ME. WHAT A NIGHT," went through Lucas' head, as he enjoyed the surprisingly expert work of Greg's tongue. It wasn't long before he exploded all over himself, and everything. His emotions were so strong. Greg knew that, and smothered his mouth with his own lips. Just before he did, he whispered "cry into me babe, cry into me. I'll make sure to turn those cries into laughs. I promise." xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xx Jorge and Nick came in while Greg and Lucas were at it, heavily. "Thank you for such a wonderful night Sir. I won't forget this ever." "Why would you forget it, love? We could have it every night." "Please Sir. Can we go to my bedroom and talk for a few minutes. " "Of course, sweetie. Whatever you want." Jorge draped his jacket on a chair in the living room and went into Nick's room. Nick was sitting on the bed, looking totally lost. Jorge came over to him and put his arm around him. "You're going to say no, aren't you, sweetie?" Nick looked at him. "is that what you think? I never thought I'd say this Sir, but you're wrong. I want to say yes. I want to say yes with 95% of me, but 5% has doubts." Jorge smiled. "That is so much good news Nick-o. Tell me where the 5% is. Maybe we can talk about that. Nick began to cry. "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. I'm afraid I won't be what you want." Jorge looked at him confused. "Why would you think that, love? " "I'm going to forget to call you Sir. I know I am. That's the start." Jorge was going to laugh, but swallowed it. Instead he massaged the back of Nick's neck. "Querido. Let me ask if you can remember. When was the first time I told you to call me Sir." Nick thought. "Well, it was... No, it was the time... No, it was..." Then he went silent, and his eyes got big. He saw Jorge smiling. "Oh my God. I'm worrying about a problem that doesn't exist. You never told me to." Jorge's head was shaking. "That's right sweetie. Greg and I are alike in a lot of ways, but we're also different. Now, don't get me wrong. I LOVE it when I hear you call me SIR. It lets me know: you still accept me as your Master. But I never told you to call me that. " He stopped. Nick looked at him. "I just did it because... I thought if I didn't , you'd go away." "I'm not going away Nick. Not unless you tell me to. I remember the first time I saw you. I thought we'd have a pleasant night. I didn't think I'd pick you for my spouse." "You still want me Jorge?" "STILL WANT YOU? I don't know what you mean, so let me clarify. I want your ass. I want your mouth. I want your ears, your neck, your tongue, your cock. But you know what I want most Nick? Your heart. I want that surprisingly big heart waiting for me every day, making me happier and happier and happier. I want you by my side. I want to ride a horse with you, I want to dance with you, I want to do EVERYTHING with you." Nick looked down. He was smiling but he was clearly wrestling with something. "If you'll have me, I'd love to go to Argentina with you, and be your husband . Any way you'll have me." "OH NICK. You've just made me the happiest man in the hemisphere. He grabbed Nick and kissed him. Then he gently pushed him back on the bed. "I want to make love to you so softly, so gently that you almost don't know I'm there." Nick, always the smart ass, said "I've had boyfriends when I didn't know they were there. I don't want that. Make me feel you. Make me feel the man I just gave myself to." And Jorge did just that. Unlike the soft, slow fuck that happened in the other room, Jorge was ready to burst. He made Nick moan that night too, but in different ways. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx Saturday morning, it was time to get ready for the leather dance after breakfast. Both couples were smiling. It had been big nights for both of them. But no one was talking details. "Ok guys, tell you what. How's about Nick - you and Lucas get ready in your room, Jorge and I will change in ours- he looked at Lucas. "You boys know where your stuff is. "Yes Sir. Lucas answered. "plenty of time." "Yes, plenty of time. You two need to catch up. " Jorge smiled. "Greg, maybe we should also do some other planning. " Greg understood. "We'll see you boys later." Off in Nick's room, Lucas closed the door . 'SO, WHAT HAPPENED. WHAT DID YOU SAY?' Nick smiled. "I said yes. I'm going to Argentina. " Lucas smiled. He grabbed his cousin. "NICKO I am SO happy for you. You two belong together. OH, I can't wait to see you as mistress of the Estancia." "Estancia? Isn't that sweet wine?" Lucas laughed. "An estancia is sort of like a big Argentinian ranch. Jorge lives on one. " He laughed. "OH MY GOD. If you don't send pictures of yourself in Latina drag, I'm not speaking to you anymore." They laughed, and then stopped. "I'll miss you nick. You know I think of you as a baby brother. " "I do. And you may not believe it, Lucas, but I always appreciated how much you protected me." "We'll do zoom . And skype." Nick added "And Jorge said that they were planning at least four trips a year. We'll come up here, and you'll come down to see us. " Lucas laughed. "I've gotten used to riding a horse. I'll be ok on the ranch. " Nick teased him. "Lots of lassos and rope. You'll be in pig heaven." Lucas hugged him again. "its not gonna be the same without you bud. But this is where you belong." He kissed Nick. "And you know what? We know that we did everything the right way." In the other bedroom, Jorge told Greg what had happened. Greg was grinning ear to ear before he hugged Jorge. "CONGRATULATIONS. the playboy of Argentina found his man." "I did. But you found him for me. My friend. Of course you're going to be my best at the wedding." Greg looked at him. "if you hadn't asked me, I was coming anyway. " "So, Greg, we have to do a little ceremony now, you know." "You're right, it's time. Let me get the scissor. You get your collar." They called the boys out into the living room. "Nick, middle of the room, servile position." Greg announced. "Yes sir." Nick put his hands behind his back, stuck out his chest. Greg came over, with his scissors. "You've been a challenging, wonderful lover Nick. You deserve the best. And you have him. And now..." He cut the collar around Nick's neck. "I release you. But you are not a free man." Jorge walked over. "No, nick, you are not. Because now... you belong to me." He showed Nick HIS collar, which had , in Spanish "I belong to Jorge," written on it. He surrounded Nick's neck with it, and locked it. He showed Nick the key. "There is only one lock to this key and I have it. I am the only one who can release you. And I don't plan to." "Yes sir. Kiss me please." Lucas didn't know if it was appropriate, but he started clapping. So did Greg. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx The party wasn't going to get going until late, so everyone had what we used to call a "disco nap." Nick and Jorge got another round of sex in. Nick had to brush his teeth three times to get them clean afterward. Then everyone dressed. Greg had called his driver so that they could get to the club without making a scene. And it WAS a scene. People who Greg hadn't seen in years were there. He introduced Lucas, who was behaving like a proper sub: hands behind his back, moving quickly when Greg pulled his leash, pretending to dance when he had to. Nick was more of the enthusiastic puppy. He was having such a good time, and he clung to Jorge. At one point , he saw a bottom checking Jorge out and made sure the young man knew that Jorge was HIS man. Jorge was laughing at the way Nick rubbed against him affectionatlely, kissed his bicep, moved his hand to his ass. "Should I start learning Spanish, Mr. Jorge?" He asked, and Jorge laughed. "SENOR Jorge. Not yet. There are better teachers in Argentina. " "Are they hot?" Nick asked. "Some are, but your tutor is a woman. She taught me English. And she uses a ruler for discipline." "I can't wait. " At another section of the room, Greg and Lucas were sitting. "You really HATE dancing don't you bear boi?" "I do Sir. Hate it doesn't give it justice. " "Well, we don't have to dance anymore. But I want to give you something." He looked at Lucas. "Hear me out first, Lucas. It's important. I read the section in your dissertation about marriage. I know how you feel about it. So, I'm not going to ask you to marry me, but..." He pulled out a ring. Solid platinum. "Take a look at what's inscribed inside." Lucas looked. it said "I belong to Greg." He smiled. "Well, I do Sir." "Yes, you do. And this ring comes with a contract. It's an option for you. If you ever change your mind, and want to get married, it's a done deal. You good with that." Lucas smiled. "Yes Sir. I am. Can we go home now. I want to do things I can't do here, and..." Greg laughed. "Yes, you're right. I do too. Let's go say goodnight to Jorge and Nick. They got close and the two of them were in a deep lip lock. Greg waved, and Jorge waved back. They went out to get the car. And they did things they couldn't do in the club. And fell asleep. Long before Jorge and Nick made it home. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Readers, we will have my traditional afterword the next time we visit these folks, and then we'll be leaving them. So, this writer hopes you've enjoyed our boys. One more for the road. Coming soon