As August was heading into September, Joey had a lot to think about. He had to pick his classes and, since he was a senior, he did have to think about what was next. All of a sudden, Bill's advice to "start thinking about what's next" began to become clearer. He hadn't spoken to his father in a while, and he knew that when he told his father that he didn't want to come back home and run the business, it was going to break his heart. But he didn't. He wasn't quite sure what he wanted to do. Bill had told him that the three of them: he, Bill, and Nate, would sit down and have a discussion - "just not tonight, angel boy," he said, just as he was locking the chastity cage on Joey's cock "because I'm in an extremely horny mood today - and you need a shave." Every time those words ran through Joey's head, and they ran through his head at work a lot that day, his cock bumped up against the cage. He wished he weren't horny all the time, but he only wished that occasionally now. There was no question that when it was only he and Bill, Joey wasn't getting enough sex. He LOVED sex with Bill, but every single time, he wanted more. Or he wanted it before Bill was ready. Bill recognized the problem, and he tried so many ways to fix it. The best "fix," however, was Nate. He, too, wasn't as horny as Joey was, but he was hornier than Bill. And he was interested in trying things that Bill had tried and just wasn't interested. As Joey sat at his desk organizing documents before he sat down with "The Boss," he began to laugh. There was that time when Nate suggested that Joey top him. THAT was a total disaster.
"IN ME JOEY, NOT NEAR ME" Nate had yelled. Joey could have sworn that he heard Bill laughing, even though Bill insisted he hadn't heard anything. It ended with Joey shooting all over Nate's ass, and Nate left horny, and angry, and frustrated. Then, of course, there was the time that he and Nate decided to sleep together one afternoon while Bill was out working. Just cuddling. Nate wasn't a cuddler. Period. And for anyone who was used to Bill's careful, sweet cuddling, with occasional endearments, or touches of their most sensitive body parts, well... It wasn't the same. Thinking about those cuddles was making Joey even harder, even though cuddling wasn't on the menu tonight. No, tonight Bill was going to be in pure DOM mode. Joey's smile got bigger. If Nate were around... hell.
His phone rang "This is Joey." He had a call, not from the partner he was working for, but Kevin, the office head. He hadn't spoken to Kevin since Kevin and Adam had broken up. Adam had gotten a scholarship to graduate school to study chemistry, so all had worked out for Adam. Kevin was at trial a lot of the time, so he wasn't available that often. Joey knocked on his door "You asked to see me Sir?" Kevin smiled. "Yes, Joey, please sit down." Joey hadn't planned on this kind of meeting today and he felt somewhat embarrassed. Given what Bill had planned, he had worn a tight white polo shirt that showed off his arms, and a pair of very thin, very light blue pants. "Can he see the red thong through them?" He thought to himself. He needed have worried. "Joey, let me be honest. Mr. Scott is one of the firm's biggest clients, so when he asked us to hire you, we really felt we had no choice.. BUT, you've done such a great job. Now, summer's ending, and you'll be going back to school. I wonder if you'll think about working for us part time while you're studying?" "OH, WOW Kevin, that's not something I had thought about. Thank you. Do I have to make a decision right now?" Kevin shook his head "No no no . It's a couple weeks before Labor Day, and we'll be deciding on staff right after that. So you've got a few weeks. " He paused and smiled. "God only knows what Bill has in his head - it's usually something - so talk it over with him, and then let Jenna know." Joey got up and offered his hand to shake , the way his father had taught him. "DAMN. I gotta talk to my Dad." he muttered under his breath. Kevin smiled. "Joey, you're 21, going on 50. Not a lot of guys like you. Bill's a lucky man" Joey smiled. "Thank you, but I think I'm the lucky one." "That's why the two of you are gonna be together forever. Let me know Joey." "The two of you are gonna be together forever." Joey hadn't really thought about that. He couldn't imagine a life without Bill, but he thought it was just "him." Now he heard it from someone else. It was real. He took a break that afternoon and did some shopping. First, he went to a theater to get tickets to an up and coming event he had read about: a slow dancing evening for men. Then he went... well, gentle readers, that'll be a secret for later.
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While Joey was talking to Kevin at the law firm, Bill was speaking to an old friend named Olga. Olga had competed on the women's team at the same time that Bill was competing. She had pegged him, right away, as not being interested in women, and sidled up to him because she wasn't interested in any of the "boys" as she called them. If she and Bill could pretend to be a couple, she'd be safe. In fact, they became closer than just about any "involved" couple could be. When her career as a gymnast was over, Olga had opened up a school in the town. For years, she barely got by. As the US became more involved in gymnastics, however, more and more parents were sending their daughters "to be the next FUCKING MARY LOU" as Olga put it, or their boys "because they think they're gay and this'll give them a taste of sports." The school was more than 80% young ladies, and Olga was always busy. And she always needed staff. Bill had called to see if she might have a place for Joey when he graduated. "Have him come over. I will see how good he is as teacher. Only beginners at first. No advanced students. No funny stuff. We see. And girls only first. Girls are easier. They listen to a boy. Boys want a pretty woman to dominate them." Bill had to laugh at that. So he had, at least, an idea for Joey, but he wasn't going to bring it up. Not that night. He had been fantasizing about doing certain things to Joey, and finally, he decided, he was going to do them. So he pulled out the dog collar, he pulled out the leash, and he put them where Joey couldn't see them.
A half hour after Joey had gotten home from work, he was tightly tied in their bondage chair, gagged with a pair of Bill's used briefs, held in place by silver duct tape. "STRUGGLE BITCHBOI. STRUGGLE. LET ME SEE THOSE ARMS FLEX" Bill was barking orders as he took pictures. "FUCK YES. OH YEAH. This'll warm an old man's heart when you're at work. SEE?" Bill pulled out his hard, dripping cock. "Three guesses where that's going, eventually, joey babe." "MMMMPH. MMMMPH. " Joey wanted it now. He wanted it RIGHT NOW. Bill had other ideas as he slid his hand up Joey's shirt, finding the nipples, and working them, as he mercilessly pressed into Joey's crotch - with the cage still on his cock.
"I think my angel boy may need to be reminded who's the Boss. You need that Joey?" Gagged, all Joey could do was shake his head "yes." "Sure about that? I wonder if you're hard enough thinking about it." Bill began to run his finger up and down the locked cock in Joey's pants. Joey could feel the precum leaking out. If he weren't locked up, he would've shot the minute he felt the ropes go on his wrists. From behind, he felt Bill locking a collar around his neck. "GOD THAT FEELS HOT" Joey thought, trying to push his head back a little to make it easier for Bill to lock it. Bill noticed, and rumpled Joey's hair. "My angel boy. Didn't I call you my puppy a few times? Well, today..." Joey saw the leash and heard the clink as Bill attached it to the collar. Then he undid Joey's wrist bondage. "GET ON THE FLOOR. ALL FOURS. WALK. " "mmmph mmmph..." They had never done this together. Joey had a feeling it was not Bill's first time. He felt a jolt when Bill pulled the leash. "GET MOVING PUP." Joey was getting into this. He decided to make it a little fun, by being stubborn - like his own pups had been. "OH, I think I know what THIS pup needs." Bill smiled, and Joey saw him pick up a newspaper, and roll it up. "WHACK" it came down on Joey's ass, and another drop of precum shot out. Then again. And again. Joey began to whimper, imitating a dog. Bill came up front, and lifted Joey's face up ."You gonna be a good boy?" Joey nodded. "I'll take off your muzzle. You're gonna do what Master tells you." He ripped the tape off Joey and pulled out the gag. "Roll on your back. A good dog gets a belly rub." Joey did just that, and he felt Bill's expert hand, running up and down his belly, circling his navel and making him giggle. Joey tried to imitate that thing we've all seen dogs do, when their leg moves involuntarily. He panted. He made little growling sounds. "I love how you get into this Joey. I just LOVE IT." Bill had come out of character, and was on top of Joey, finding his sweet spot on his neck and licking it, kissing it. A hoarse whisper came out of Joey. "I love everything you do Sir. But I love fucking best." "I know you do angel. And that's coming. But first.... Strip down boy. Time for you know what." Joey sighed, and got down to his red shorts. He assumed they'd be going to the bedroom. He was wrong. Bill grabbed his wrists, and tied them with the leash, to the leg of the table. "You know, I like this Joey boi. It gives you enough slack so you CAN move if you want, but remember... there's a razor here." "Yes sir. I remember." Joey gritted his teeth together as Bill slid the razor over his chest. This part wasn't so bad. But the pits and the pubes. For different reasons. Joey was so ticklish under his arms, that a shaving was tough. Bill would hold each arm down tight, as he did it, to make it less easy for Joey to squirm. No nicks, no blood , and Joey's pits were clean.
"Now, heh heh heh. Let's unlock that cage so I can get all that beautiful fur, pup. Remember, if you start jerking... I may slip." "Oh shit," Joey thought. "How the hell do I keep this under control? " Again, Bill seemed to know what he was doing , and the strokes were confident, and strong. Soon, Joey was as smooth as a swimmer. Bill looked down on him. "My angel boy. My smooth angel boy." "Take me Sir" was all Joey said in response. Bill kissed him , then helped him up. Joey surprised Bill by jumping into his arms. He curled his legs around Bill's back and locked them there. He whispered "I'm not releasing them until I have your cock in me Sir." Bill knew he could tickle Joey's ribs and he'd drop right away. But this was so much fun. "Ok, sweetstuff. Who's your topman?" "You are Sir. No doubt." "Who's cock takes your ass?" "Yours Sir. Only yours. " By then, they were at the bedroom, and Joey's flexibility permitted Bill to move him back, pretty far, before he pushed in and took his lover. "OOOOOOH SIR. You know how hard it is to figure out attorney client privilege, when you're thinking of that cock of yours. FUUUUUUUCK." Joey couldn't think of it. He could only feel it. Bill was like a power tool tonight. A power tool that began accelerating. "FUCK ME SIR. FUCK ME. SHOOT YOUR MANJUICE IN ME. FUCK ME FUCK ME. ' "Man juice? " Bill mused "What the hell is he reading?" But he went back to work and soon, for one of the few times in their relationship, they climaxed together. Joey couldn't believe he had held it in that long. Neither did Bill. He smiled at Joey. "You know how much I love you, sweet boy?" "Not as much as I love you, old man." He reached up and embraced Bill. "You know how hard it is to leave you in the morning, Sir? You know how much I missed you that night I slept with Nate?" And he was just silent. And Bill was silent thinking "what's the future for us? OH GOD, I wish I knew." Joey thought he did. He thought about that small dark purple box he had hidden in the bottom of his gym bag.