I envied the easy acceptance of his desires at such an early age. Envied that he found a Master ... A good Master, who taught him how to be the best slave.
Anyhow, you may remember the fictionalized version ... So et me tell you the "real" story.
He was beyond gorgeous. His smile made me fall for him. I'd had some rough moments in my relationship and he was a good friend to me. During my crash he came to me and cared for me. Then one night ...
... I was lost. Suicidal. He came to my place carrying bags of groceries. I hated him at that moment because he was everything I wasn't ... Hotter than fuck, locked and loved by a wealthy lover / Master, and smart as fuck ... And totally "normal." He made cheerful small talk ... Babbling cutely.
I, as usual, was naked with my cuffs, collar and cage on. Months before I had tossed the keys to the cage into the Willamette river. After he set the groceries on the counter, he proceeded to strip off his clothes, folding them neatly onto a chair. I tried to tell him to stop, but I wanted to see his gorgeous body. I'd lusted for him from the moment I met him. It wasn't long before he was as naked ... And just as locked ... As I was.
Hairless. Body of Adonis. He smiled his huge smile when he caught me staring. He returned to the grocery bags pulling out goodies from a local Italian restaurant his Master was a partner in. High brow expensive elitist restaurant that would vehemently deny it sent someone off with take out. With another gorgeous grin, he pulls out a bottle of wine. "A present from Master." not my Master, of course. And then he pulls out a small velvet pouch, "Another present from Master."
River grabs glasses from the cabinet, uncorks the wine, pours but takes the glasses and bottles out towards the patio. "Grab that pouch will ya?" I do, but cant resist a look inside ... Several pre-rolled joints.
Out on the patio, in the waning light of an unusually warm Portland summer, we toasted and drank the wine; smoked two joints, and my worries floated away in a fog of expensive wine, more expensive weed, and the chatter of a gorgeous young locked boi.
"Shit! I'm hungry! Let's eat!" I realized I, too, was starving. We nuked the food ... Lord knows the chef would have a heart attack if he knew we re-heated his food! And scarfed.
Somewhere during that time I realized River was very close ... Constantly touching me, coaxing me to talk, making me laugh and generally being close. I had always envied him. Wanted him. Wished he was my lover.
I deleted his pictures long ago ... I regret that I cant show you how beautiful he was.
At one point I started to clean ... He came up behind me, reached around to grab my hands, "Stop." He kissed my neck. "I'll take care of it later." I can't express how incredibly confused and horny I was. He was 24. Gorgeous. Naked. Holding me. He turned me around, our plastic cages knocking together solidly ... We were both testing the seems of our CB3000s.
He kissed me. Softly. I lost my breath. He smiled, "Come on." and led me to my bedroom.
He spun us around and slowly fell onto my bed pulling me down with him. He was so gorgeous. My cock hurt from straining against the cage. His cage was pushed away from his body because of his erection. His balls were deep red. He pulled me on top of him and we kissed some more. Slowly exploring our mouths. Part Two
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