Date: Wed, 14 Oct 2020 20:03:52 +0000 (UTC) From: ropingtop@aol.com Subject: Lucas and nick get introduced to bondage - installment 20 - The End So, after the leather dance, and the promises, the two couples went about their business. For Jorge and nick, everything was a little frantic. Then it got more frantic. Jorge had never been to nick's apartment outside of Manhattan, and he went to help nick to pick what he wanted to bring with him. "I want to bring everything Sir. This is all me." Jorge laughed. "No, nick-o, it is not. You do not need 30 pair of speedos, to give one example. And you don't need your sheets. " He looked around. "Teddy bears? Yes, that I understand. Photos? Yes. Seriously nick-o, you have to think about what is really, REALLY important and what of what is here, you want to leave behind, never take with you again." He went over to nick's bookshelf. "These are... what do you call them... yearbooks? From school? You'll want to take them, yes?" That's when nick realized, he could leave behind a lot of things, too. "No. I hated those people. I don't see any of them anymore, Sir. If I never saw them again, I'd be happy. Even in a photo. I'll rip out any photos that have Lucas in them. Those I'll keep." Jorge smiled. "Now you see what I mean, sweetpea. You need to edit, edit, edit. Let's look at your closet." Nick didn't have a tremendous wardrobe, but he had things that made him look really cute. Jorge hadn't seen him in some of the outfits. He smiled. "Oh. Yellow is my favorite color. Why didn't you ever wear this for me?" He pulled out a yellow dress shirt. "It's too big Sir. Someone gave it to me as a gift, so that I could wear it if I ever 'filled out'. But I stayed slim all along. "AH. I see. Well, let's go shopping for a yellow shirt for you tomorrow. And now, though... " His deep voice dropped as he got closer to Nick. "I want to kiss my future husband. And then I want to make love to him. On that silly bed you have. You're going to sleep in a much better one. Very soon." He kissed nick and gently, VERY gently, lowered him to the bed. Nick half moaned, and half purred as Jorge climbed on top of him. Nick knew that Jorge liked to start with a little nibbling of his neck, so he moved his head to the side, and Jorge moved in, whispering "You know so well what I like querido. You are going to make such a fine husband. " His mouth moved to nick's lips, as his fingers opened nick's shirt. He played with nick's nips, and then started biting them gently. "Oh, Jorge. Sir. You know what that does to me." He began to squirm. Jorge smiled. "Seguro." He kept nibbling and soon, he had nick bucking wildly. "PLEASE JORGE. PLEASE SIR. IT'S NOT MY PLACE TO SHOOT BEFORE MY DOM. TAKE ME. PLEASE. TAKE YOUR SUB. FUCK ME HARD." Jorge smiled, and laughed a little as he began undoing nick's belt. He tugged at his new collar gently. "You're mine now, nick-o. All mine." "Yes sir. I'm yours. ALL yours. ONLY YOURS. OOOOOH. " Jorge had slipped his hand in between nick's legs, and his fingers began to massage nick's ass. It opened, trained as it was by both Jorge and Greg. Jorge dropped his own pants. "I love these long, sweet legs, nick-o. I love grabbing them right here." His hands circled nick's ankles, and he held the legs firmly in the air. He was going to fuck nick hard, so he stood, aiming for nick's ass. He found it. And he went in all at once. He was usually a lover who fucked with a great deal of finesse. Not tonight. He POUNDED nick, and nick moaned, nearly cried, and begged for more. HARDER SIR. HARDER. PLEASE PLEASE ... OOOOOH. " He felt Jorge's juice spilling into him. That's when he asked. "May I Sir? May I show you how much I love taking you.." Jorge smiled again. He said nothing, but began slowly edging nick. That's when he showed his finesse: in his careful, thorough, and long, LONG edging of his lover. Nick was just at the point of jizzing at least four times, and Jorge stopped. He began to beg. 'PLEASE SIR. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE." Jorge just laughed. "Who makes the rules ?" Panting, Nick gasped. "You Sir. But, but..." "Heh heh heh. I guess we're going to have to work on cum control once we get home. " He squeezed Nick's cock, and they both heard the loud SPLAT as Nick's repressed jizz shot out. Jorge smiled as he covered nick with his body. "This may insult you, but I don't want to sleep in this place tonight. You're better than this place. Let's go back to mine. We'll pack you tomorrow." "Yes sir. Yes sir. OH, please Sir. Kiss me." Jorge did. For a long, long time, before he took nick back to his place. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxx Greg and lucas were eating dinner while this was happening. Greg had locked lucas in a cage earlier that day, and he would release him after all was done in the kitchen. "I want to talk to you about something lucas. Jorge and I were chatting today, and we thought that it would be a really hot thing to see you and your cousin fuck one last time before he goes to Argentina." Lucas gulped, as he swallowed a piece of meatball. Nick had fucked him, that one time. It was ok, but he wanted Greg. And he didn't want to fuck nick. But this was HIS Dom. "You're the boss Sir. " Greg laughed. "You're right. I am. " He reached over and felt Lucas' crotch. "Feels like someone is trying to get out of his cage very hard. " Lucas blushed. "I AM very hard Sir. I've been thinking of you all day. I had a nap this afternoon, and in the nap, I dreamed you had tied me up, and played with my cock, for two minutes every hour, until I couldn't take it anymore. And when I shot without permission, you punished me by making me wear the cage for a week." Greg smiled. "Hold that thought stud. For now... " He led lucas to the bedroom. He tied his wrists to the bedpost, and got off his jeans. Then he buried his face in nick's crotch, licking him over and over, while lucas' moans got louder and louder. "You want me to fuck you bear bottom?" "OH YES SIR. ALL DAY. ALL NIGHT. EVERY DAY. EVERY NIGHT." From the corner of his eye, lucas could see the ring. It made him feel SO GOOD to know: he was Greg's. And he felt how much he was Greg, as Greg entered him, moving slowly, an inch at a time, until he filled the man. As Greg squeezed lucas' nipples through his t shirt, he smiled. "I have never enjoyed fucking someone as much as I enjoy fucking you, studboi." He began pumping, and lucas' sounds got louder, and louder. They seemed to stimulate Greg, who finally shot inside lucas. Normally, Greg's orgasms were "fat:" big, spread out shots. This one was long, narrow and lucas would swear afterward that he had tasted Greg's cum in his mouth. When Greg undid the cage, he ran his finger around the base of lucas' cockhead, and did nothing else, until lucas just pitched his hips forward, and shot. Greg untied him, so that they could get ready for bed. They both slept well. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxx Jorge and nick's departure day got closer. It was a trial, but Jorge finally got nick to pare down his possessions. "Querido. Even in first class, we have luggage limits." Nick looked up. "FIRST CLASS? We're traveling in FIRST CLASS? To ARGENTINA????" Jorge laughed. "I'm sorry. I just didn't say anything because I didn't think I had to. OF COURSE we're flying in first class . Always. Especially on a flight like this." "Can I tell Lucas? PLEASE?" Jorge was laughing. He thought of how he acted when his father gave him his first horse. "Of course you can. That's how he and Greg will be flying to the wedding, my love. The seats open to beds and...." "HUH? They let you fly naked?" Jorge laughed harder. "Well, they're not ready for that yet, but ... that's why God invented zippers and hands." They were going over to Greg and lucas' place later that day. Jorge had told nick what he and Greg had wanted, and while nick had his misgivings, he would do it. But lucas had asked for one thing. "Can we have some time together, without you guys for a few hours, Sir? We've really only had each other, but we've had each other for every day, every single day of our lives. I think we probably want some private time. We'll let you know when we're ready." Greg , normally so hard hearted others referred to him as "reptilian," was touched. "Take as much time as you want. And tomorrow, take the day together. Just the two of you. Whatever you want. Jorge will go along with it." When all four of them were together, Greg suggested that he and Jorge go out for a drink. "Lucas, you text me when you're ready for us to watch." Lucas blushed. "Yes sir. I promise. " To repeat what they told each other, in the midst of the hugging, the crying, the laughing, the promises, would not be appropriate. After an hour and a half, lucas looked at nick. "You ready?" Nick smiled. "Sure am. You first, or me?" "You go first. Please make sure you toy with me nick. It's not you. It's just... topping. " Nick grinned. "I've woken the dead before. Just give me a chance." The Doms came back, and they walked into a bedroom to find nick and lucas naked, and kissing on the bed. "HOT." said Greg, and Jorge just shook his head as he opened his zipper. Greg did the same. The two continued to neck and then, nick flipped lucas on his back. "Spread your legs, you hairy bitch." Lucas was about to say "yes sir," but he saved that for Greg. He felt nick's long, skinny cock enter him. It wasn't the confident thrusting that he felt when Greg took him, but it was ok. He smiled. He closed his eyes and thought about nick's face, trying to "seal" memories of it, even though they would see each other again in a month. He felt nick pumping harder and faster, and then he felt the jizz filling him. While it was going on, nick was slowly squeezing lucas' balls, and running his fingers up and down his cock "Take me from behind lucas. It'll be easier. I'll get on all fours." When they changed positions, Jorge whispered to Greg. "I taught him to like that. " He seemed to. Lucas pushed nick's butt cheeks apart, and spat into his hole. Nick gasped at the little bit of cold he felt, and then gasped louder when he felt lucas' short, thick cock enter him. He had always teased Lucas about his "cigar butt" of a cock, but that cigar butt was burning him good now. "Damn. My boi is a pretty good top," Greg smiled, just as he shot right over lucas' back. Jorge shot soon after, and lucas was the last one. The cousins grabbed for each other, and hugged, silently. Greg signalled to Jorge. "I think they deserve their privacy. Let me call Pierre. I'll see if I can get us a table tonight." Indeed, he could. Pierre was the manager at one of the 2 or 3 best restaurants downtown. That night was worth a celebration. And the day that lucas and nick spent together the next day, ended with them going to the playground where they grew up, where they had come out to each other, so long ago. Leaving the park, arm in arm, you'd swear they were long term lovers. And indeed, they were. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx xxxxx So what happened next? Well, a few days later, Jorge and nick left for Argentina. Their wedding was two months later, and Greg and lucas were going to be the best men. Jorge's family knew about him, and nothing but a big wedding would do. And so it was. On an estancia, with a full band, dancing, you name it. The wedding dance between Jorge and nick, so sensuous, so erotic - a tango (keep in mind that originally, men danced together in the Argentinian tango) inspired love making in the guests in a way that they hadn't made love before. Indeed, one of Jorge's cousins reported, several months later, that she was pregnant. She was 41. Six months after the wedding, Lucas defended his dissertation. In accordance with the University's rules, Greg could listen to the presentation, but he had to leave during the examination that followed. He sat outside, remembering his own defense. Lucas was smarter than he was: he knew that, and he hoped one day Lucas would realize it too. When the door opened, and lucas walked up to him and said. "You should now refer to me as DOCTOR sub Sir." Greg threw his arms around him. "I always wanted a Doctor in the family. OH, I love you so much hairy boy." Lucas had decided that he was NOT going to look for a job in academia. In fact, if Greg had told him he couldn't work, he was going to be fine with that. But Greg had been planning and found a position for Lucas at his company as a strategic planner. It used a lot of the skills Lucas had developed over the years. Some of his "other" skills were put to use when Greg felt a need to relieve stress via a blow job, or a "quick rug fuck" as he called them. Since they were out of the house working, Greg hired a housekeeper to make the food and keep the apartment running. The young man, named Fred, soon became a favorite of both of theirs. He didn't live in the apartment, and was gone most days, when they returned. For the first time in his adult life, Greg didn't feel a desire to stray from lucas. Four months after the defense, while they were cuddling on the sofa, lucas looked at Greg. "Sir, remember when you told me you wouldn't ask me, because of my beliefs?" Greg smiled. "Sure do. And I haven't?" "Well, what would you say if I asked you?" Greg smiled more broadly. "I"d say why the fuck did you take so long." He kissed Lucas deeply. "Let's not tell Jorge and nick yet. They're visiting soon, and we're gonna need at least two visits to plan." And they did. And when it happened, there was a story in the NY Times. Lucas clipped it, and kept it in a drawer. He read it every day. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx So, there we are readers. A story that does in fact, end with everyone living happily ever after. My stories are everyone's stories, so if any of you readers wants to pick up a theme and run with it, you don't need my permission. Just do it. Seriously, if you feel like you want to write, don't say you can't. JUST WRITE. Take a look at some of my other stories, too. Hope you enjoyed this one.