nick woke up to the smell of something cooking. Chuck was in the kitchen, frying something at the stove. He wore a waist apron, and nothing else. "Morning stud bottom!" he yelled as nick came into the room. You want coffee?" "A kiss more, Sir." "OH, we got LOTS of those for my new little rosebud.. HAHAHAHAHAHA. " He came over and gave nick a big wet kiss on his lips. He held him "How you holding up sweetheart?" "I, I don't know. I don't know Sir. This has been , well, wonderful, wild, strange and... so fast." "Well it's not over yet, muffing. Remember. I told you number 4 before we left for home. " nick gulped. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that. He wasn't sure he was ready for ANY of this. Before the slow dance, it had been a game. Now, though, it was something more. He knew it. He felt it in Chuck's embrace, on the dance floor, and overnight. And he felt it in himself too. He was falling for this man. "YA WANT YOUR COFFEE BUD?" Chuck was imitating every waitress in every diner in the world, as he brought over a big mug of wickedly strong stuff. "Put hair on your chest nick. I'll just shave it off but hey, that's life, right? HAHAHAHAHAHA" Even silly comments like that were making nick melt. He had never known a man quite like Chuck. "So, if things go as I plan, sweetcakes, today we'll take a little drive, see some countryside, get back here, have a little roll in the hay, and then we'll have to be heading home. Traffic can get dicey, so sooner is better than later. " He saw nick's look and him turn his head to the floor. He walked over. "Hey, what's up sweetie." nick looked up at him. "Sir, I wanna go home. I can't. I just can't. " Chuck backed off. "Did I say something wrong? Did I hurt you last night?" "No, no, it's... it's nothing like that at all Sir. Nothing. I just... I can't do this. " Chuck had been squatting. Now he stood up. "This? You're talking about a relationship with me that's more than fooling around." nick didn't look up. "Yes sir." "I get it. I understand. Hey, no prob bud. Listen, you go and get your shower, I'll clean up the crap here, and then pack up. We'll be on the road as soon as we both smell like humans again." "I'm sorry Sir, I.." "NO APOLOGIES NICK. NONE. And if we're not going anywhere relationship wise, no need to call me Sir. Just call me Chuck. I'll get ya home as soon as I can. " He threw on some clothes over his naked body. "Let me just get the shit thrown out and do a run to the dump. I'll get ready when I'm back." "I'm sorry Chuck, I'm sorry." Nick didn't know if Chuck heard it. He was out the door . Dejected, nick went upstairs to get cleaned up and packed. In his car, Chuck was crying. "DAMN IT. I THOUGHT THIS WAS REAL" he screamed out the window, scaring the ducks and geese that were having their breakfast. He wiped his tears away, so that he could see the road. "Be strong Chuckster. Doms don't let this kinda drama get to them." He was back to the country house in half an hour. "NICK! You done up there? " "I am Chuck" "Cool. How about letting me come up to get cleaned up before we leave?" "Nick, can we? " "NAH. None of this 'one for the road shit Nick. We make our choices. We live with them. " He tossed Nick the key to his cock cage. "How about you get that off and leave it so I can get it cleaned and disinfected back in town?" Then he disappeared into the shower.
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It was a nearly silent ride back to the city. Chuck kept both of his hands on the wheel, so there was no fooling around with Nick: no squeezing of his thigh, no nip work, nothing. He didn't show any emotion: it was bright and the sunglasses he had on, kept his eyes covered. "Maybe we can make this in one straight line, Nick. But tell me if you need a rest stop or a break for coffee or food or something. No problem to stop." Chuck kept his eyes focused on the road. "Thank you Nick. Can we stop at that place we stopped at on the way up? See your waitress friend? Chuck shook his head no. That's a different road. I took this one because it's faster. Better sooner than later. Nice sweater by the way. Someone make it for you? "Thank you, yes. It was a gift from a talented knitter on my wife's side of the family. " "It's unique. Good to have something like that. Kinda becomes your trademark. Oh,yeah. Also, there's a blanket in the back. If you're tired and want the full seat, we can stop." "Thank you. If I need it, I'll tell you." That was just about the longest conversation they had on the trip. About an hour and a half into the ride, Nick did nod off. As he drifted, he rested his head against Chuck's shoulder. Chuck had to bite his lip to keep from tearing up. He put his hand on the back of nick's neck for just a second, and he felt the "ping" at his crotch. Then he moved nick back to a sitting position.
"HEY NICK. Time to wake up. We're on the avenue heading into your street. Ten minutes, maybe?" "OH, Wow. Did I sleep the whole way? " "Most of it. We talked about your sweater early, but then you nodded off. AH. Here we are. The homestead is just ahead. Do you want me to stop a bit away, or right in front?" "Right in front is fine. Thanks. Hey , Chuck?" "Yup?" "Can we still see each other?" "Not happening Nick. You're not ready. That's cool. I probably took things too fast. Best to move on with our regular lives. HERE we are. " He popped the trunk. "Need help with your bags?" "I think I can get them Chuck. Can we..." He reached over to try to get a kiss from Chuck. Chuck smiled and shook his hand. "You have a good life Nick. Take care of Sophie. " Nick got out, got his bags, closed the trunk and stood to wave at Chuck. Chuck gave him a military salute, and then went on his way." Nick stood there, watching the car drive off. His feelings weren't mixed. He blew it. He knew it.
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When he got into the house, it was dark. Sophie wasn't there. THAT was odd. She went to church on Sundays, but early mass, always. By now, she'd be busy making lunch. There was no sign of that. The kitchen was clean - immaculate. In fact, the whole house looked like professionals had been through it. He went to their bedroom, thinking she might be asleep. No Sophie. Then he saw the pile on the middle of the bed: the magazines, the photos, the few self toys he had, and a note.
"Nick: I'm disappointed. And I'm hurt. You had a secret life - your computer password was easy to figure out. It wasn't a business meeting this weekend was it? I hope you had fun, and I hope that your gay life is more satisfying than the one I gave you. You'll be hearing from a lawyer soon. There's food in the refrigerator. Maybe one of your boyfriends cook. You can bring him to what USED to be our bed as soon as tonight.
Sophia. "
"OH SHIT" NIck thought. Not only had he lost Chuck, he lost Sophia. He tried calling her on her cell phone. Seems she had blocked him. Couldn't get the phone to pick up at all. "What a great weekend," he muttered to himself. Then he thought about dancing with Chuck. He lay back on the bed, and masturbated until he exploded.
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The next few days were rough for Nick. He couldn't reach his wife, and when he tried to call Chuck, he didn't pick up his phone either. He knew Chuck was around, because he saw his profile up on the site where he had seen him the first time. He left a message to Chuck on the site also, and got no answer to that either. Nick had gotten home on Sunday afternoon. On Wednesday, he got a call at work from Sophia's attorney. She had filed for divorce. "I'd like to make this as simple and equitable as I can, Nick, but to be honest, the video you sent your wife is kind of damning, and she's going for blood." "Video? WHAT video? I didn't send her a video." "Oh, but I have it. Let me see.... OK.. yeah, on Saturday. Late Saturday night. About 10:45. It came from your phone. " "But I didn't send it." "Well, two things Nick. First, you're in a REALLY compromising position with another man. Second, it DID come from your phone. You can see it." Nick paused. "Can you do me a favor? Can you send it to me, because I SWEAR, I didn't send anything. I don't know what this is about." "Ok. I'll do that. We should talk later in the week about how this is gonna go. For now, your wife is staying with friends, but she wants the house. And I think she'll get it Nick." "Yes, we'll talk. I appreciate you sending me the video." Half an hour later he had it. It was, indeed, compromising. It was a video Chuck had taken early on, of Nick, naked, one hand tied to his bed, jerking off, while you could hear Chuck talking dirty in the back and Nick answering "Oh yeah. Yes sir Yes Master," before exploding. Nick remembered when it happened, and thinking about it was making him hard. Chuck had sent it to him so he could jerk off to it, but send it to his wife?" "WAIT. He thought. "OH SHIT. I BUTT DIALED." He was at that restaurant with Chuck when the video got sent, and now he remembered: Chuck had been playing with his ass on the dance floor, and he must have jarred the phone on. Then, when they sat down to have drinks... "FUCK. You couldn't make this shit up. THAT's how it happened." In a way, Nick was glad he had figured it out: when the attorney had talked about having a video, he thought Chuck had sent it in revenge. He had done no such thing. Well, he was found out. For sure. But now, no wife, no Dom, nothing. And when he checked the refrigerator that morning, no groceries either. That meant a trip to Wegman's after work. He sighed. Yeah, the place he met Chuck . He was going back.
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"My luck truly SUCKS" Nick thought, as he started moving the cart through the aisles. Who was there that night? Yup, there was Chuck, pushing his cart up ahead. "Maybe... Just maybe..." Nick thought, and pushed his cart faster to catch up to Chuck. Just as he was getting there, he saw a well built guy with a mustache and glasses come up to Chuck, smiling. He had a six pack in his hands and he heard him say "Is this the beer you wanted Sir?" Nick gulped, and looked for a way out. Then he heard the guy say to Chuck "Hey. Isn't that the guy who's picture you showed me, Sir?" Chuck turned around and smiled. "HEY NICK! Fancy meeting you here" and he laughed. "Nick, this is Gregory. Gregory, meet Nick" "Nice to meet you Gregory." "Likewise. Chuck told me a bunch about you." Nick reddened. "Ha ha. I told him what a great guy you are, and how smart. How your company values you so much. " Another smile. "Anyway, Nick, Gregory and I are going home to make dinner. But it's GREAT to see you here. Be well. My best to Sophie." "He didn't know," thought Nick. "He really didn't know." At home, after he didn't eat the dinner he had cooked, Nick sat down and wrote one more message to Chuck:
"Hey sir. It was good to see you tonight. Gregory is cute and I hope he treats you better than I did. Just so you know, in case we bump into each other again, Sophia left me. With good reason. I accidentally sent her a video of the two of us, and that was that. She started searching, found my porn and toys, and... well, the rest isn't important. Take care and again, thank you for a wonderful ride. I truly won't forget it. nick"
With Sophia not at home, and Chuck unavailable, Nick found himself very lost. The only way he found any kind of relief or relaxation, was at the gym. He'd go before work for an hour, and then after work for two. He thought about joining a wrestling league, but every time he considered it, he thought about how Chuck used to handle him so easily. No, the last thing he wanted was to be in a match, and cumming, thinking about Chuck. One Thursday night, he finished a particularly strenuous workout. As he was getting dressed, he saw how his chest hairs were growing back in again, and he thought of Chuck. Yeah, he could shave them himself, but being tied down and shaved, with Chuck's hand on his balls. DAMN he'd better get home quick. He pulled on his shirt. His work at the gym was bulking him up. He'd have to get new clothes soon. He smiled at that. He thought of what Chuck would make of his more muscular build.
As he walked out to his car, he saw ... CHUCK! Standing up against it, arms folded, looking stern. "WELL ARE YOU GONNA GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO COME AND GET YOU SHITSTAIN." nick felt his cock get hard (and the "N" in his name go small). "CHUCK! " He saw the glare. "OH. I'm sorry. SIR. SIR , what are you doing here?" "Why do you think, cumsucker? I'm here to get your ass back in my bed where it belongs. Now get your fucking ass home, park your goddamned car, and pack a bag for a few days." nick began to sweat. Uh... Sure. .. YES SIR." nick drove home, and Chuck followed behind him. When they got to nick's house, Chuck got out, following him. nick saw he was taking a small bag with him. He smiled. He had a feeling. He JUST had a feeling. He changed, packed work clothes for Friday (it was business casual on Friday, so it was easy), and clothes for the weekend. When he came downstairs, he didn't see Chuck. Then he felt him. He felt his big hand cover his mouth. "Not a sound outta you executive boy. Your life is about to change." Pete found his wrists tied, a gag in his mouth, and faster than you could say "ransom note," he was laying in the back of Chuck's car, mumbling through his gag. "HEH HEH HEH. We both had fantasies of you being kidnaped boi. Now, it's happening. You may never leave my house again. We'll see." Chuck's neighborhood was deserted , so it was easy to just hoist nick over his shoulder, and carry his captive into his house. nick was terrified that he was gonna shoot and incur Chuck's wrath. He fought HARD to keep that erection down. It didn't help that Chuck threw him on the bed, face down, so his cock was grinding into the bed. Chuck disappeared to get nick's bag, and then he came back. "Well, you know what? They get away for a little while, but you ALWAYS find your property eventually, don't ya bitchboi." He squeezed nick's ass. "You glad to see me boi?" nick nodded his head YES, vigorously. "Well, you're gonna be glad to feel me, REAL soon. You still owe me number 4, and you're gonna pay it tonight." "MMMMPH MMMMMPH MMMMMPH." nick wanted it, but he was afraid that he might be too tight again. "And after that, we're gonna get that nice clean cage back on ya. Chuck moved to a point where nick could see his bulge, and then his cock as he opened his jeans. "Ever hear of a Watenberg wheel, cumdump?" "OH that word. FUCK. nick was getting harder, as he shook his head no." "It's that little wheel the doc uses to test your feet. Gregory had one. He's a doctor. Gonna see if you squeal more than he did. But that's for later. For now..." He untied nick and took off his gag. "C'mere you big dope. How the fuck did you send your wife that video?" He hugged nick to him "I don't know Sir. I don't know. Maybe I wanted to, maybe I ... I.. " He just started to cry. "I treated you like shit Sir. " "Yeah, I know. You're gonna get repaid. Don't worry. For now though... " He looked at nick before he kissed him. "Welcome home studmuffin." After a prolonged kiss, and some foreplay, Chuck put nick in the position they used when he was fucking him, face up. nick gulped. There was no turning back now. He was naked. And he had on nipple clamps. Chuck had tested the wheel on nick's soles and snickered when he told him "wait until you feel it in your pits... " He ran his hand over nick's chest. "Time for a new shave I think, bitchboi." "Yes sir. Yes. " Chuck was playing with the clamps, and nick was so desperate to jizz. "PLEASE SIR. PLEASE.." "PLEASE WHAT, PONDSCUM?" "Please fuck me. PLEASE. HARD. LONG. NUMBERS 4 5 AND 6. " "We aim to please at Master Chuck's home for wayward Greeks." He plunged his cock into nick. There was no moving slowly, or patiently. He just RIPPED into nick, and nick's yelps of pain didn't seem to phase him. "Once a bitch. Always a bitch. MY BITCH. You got that nicky?" "Yes sir. You own me. I belong to you. ALWAYS. OOOOOOOOOOOOH... nick shot without permission and Chuck laughed. "I'm gonna give ya half a free pass given what you've been goin through. But that cage is gonna be tigher than ever." He rammed in his own cock harder, and he pulled the clamps. "Wonder if you could sleep with those on? HA HA HAHAHAHAHA." Then the laugh turned into a wild animal howl, as Chuck exploded into nick. It felt as if he hadn't cum since that weekend, which nick knew couldn't be true, but..." Chuck stared down at nick, before he touched his lips to nick's again. " I said this once, but I'll say it again. Welcome home, nicky." "Thank you Sir. It's good to be here."
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Folks, the next chapter in this story will be the last in this "mini series. " Take a gander, if you like it, let me know, but more than that: give some money to Nifty. Get your tax deductibles in. Not much. Just some. See ya in a week. We'll wrap up the saga of nick and Chuck