Chapter Twenty-Two

Ethan

 

A few weeks later.

 

For the last few weeks, things have been lovely between myself and Frederick.

Or at least they were, until Riley called with some bad and disturbing news.

Although, I guess I should’ve expected it given what I know of Captain Stern and what he’s capable of — from having the displeasure of working with him for the last 15 years.

He’s filed a Complaint to our new charges against him after the interviews with George and William a few weeks ago — charges of intimidating a witness, obstruction of justice, tampering with evidence, 30 plus counts of sexual misconduct and misuse of power and privilege, among them. He’s replied with his own allegations.

Allegations that our charges against him are only being brought because Frederick and I are lovers. Charges that we have nothing to substantiate them other than our love for one other. I’ve just heard this from Riley, who’s had the unfortunate job of dealing with Stern’s lawyer on the phone for the last few hours.

“Don’t you worry though, Ethan,” says Riley, as I turn my eyes to Frederick. “I’ve made sure to put Captain Stern and his lawyer in their place. I’ve made it clear that we have more than enough proof to not only assert how false those claims are, but to substantiate all of yours and Frederick’s claims, and more.”

Frederick is in the bedroom naked and waiting for me. I have him tied up to the bed posts, a soft leather strap on each wrist and ankle. It’s been done so that he’s held in a partial kneeling position. Loose enough so that he can move when I move, but not so loose that he’ll collapse uncomfortably from being restrained the way that he has.

“I hope you’re right, Riley.” I sigh, not wanting to lose the excitement we were building before being called with an update.

“I just want this to be over and done with. I want him to stop harassing us, and to stop making our lives a living hell. It’s stressful enough as it is.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Frederick tighten in his restraints. It’s obvious he’s stressed. It’s unfortunate, since we came up with this arrangement to try to relieve his stress…and mine.

I’m not big on S&M, nor am I what I would call an expert, but after having sex in a number of ways — with toys, with blindfolds— it’s not been enough to ease our tension from the pending court date. It’s helped to distract us momentarily from the legal proceedings, but tonight we’re in need of some extra entertainment and relief.

“It’s going to be fine,” says Riley. “Trust me.”

“I just wanted it be over,” I say again, starting to rub myself through my khakis. Do anything to make sure I’m able to deliver something other than more bad news to Frederick after I hang up.

“It will be. Come the day after tomorrow it’ll be over. And I just know it’s going to work out. I’ll make sure it will for you and your sweetheart.” Here, Riley sounds genuinely sweet and kind. A welcome relief after so many weeks of emotional strain and strife.

“Thank you so much, Riley,” I say. “I’ll see you in a few days in court.”

“See you then,” she says. “And don’t stress too much. Try to have some fun… spend time with your boyfriend.”

I smile, looking back over at Frederick, who’s decided to slumber on his elbows and forearms while waiting for me. He doesn’t look depressed, just resigned or perhaps bored. This changes somewhat when he sees my smile. He perks up and tries to return it, especially when he sees me moving back toward him and the bed.

“Oh I will. Don’t worry about that,” I say, bringing my free hand down to caress his hips, then his ass.

“Have a good night,” says Riley, and she hangs up.

I hang up shortly after, deciding to put my phone on a nearby dresser. Somewhere I won’t be able to pick it up if it rings. I don’t want to be disturbed again, at least not until we’ve both been squeezed dry.

As I take off my shirt, followed by my belt (Frederick asked me to use this gently on him tonight), he asks what Riley had to say.

I don’t want to get him out of his good mood — the zone I can see him entering, as he watches me undress — so I just say: “Nothing major. Captain Stern’s just up to some shenanigans, but nothing we haven’t dealt with before.”

Frederick watches as I take off my belt, pushing down the pointed metal bits and making it into a loose, gentle shape perfect for paddling him softly. I see him stiffen and go from a soft limpness, to transforming into a beautiful swelling state. I watch him grow in size, his length and girth, then head coming out of the foreskin like a magic flower, or mushroom blooming in moonlight.

“It’s nice to know I have that effect on you, Freddie,” I whisper, watching him grow even bigger, making his cock bob and twitch.

“I told you that you were damn sexy, Ethan,” he whispers back, his own words making him even more erect and swollen. “Now do you believe me?” he smiles. The shape on his face is both one of mischief and joy.

“I sure do.” With these words I bring the belt that I’ve taken off myself and mold into an impromptu “paddle” down to his cock. I gently flick the leather belt at it. Not enough to hurt, but enough to excite.

“Such a big boy,” I muse, watching his penis sway with my gentle loving slaps. After a few (he’s grown almost a full length now), I hook the belt loosely over his cock and rub him off with it. He seems to enjoy it even without extra lube.

And he should. I oiled the belt this evening and took extra care to soften up the leather, making it something worthy of his beautiful cock and body, not just a utilitarian accessory.

After a few up-and-down strokes of his penis with my ‘belt turned sex device’, I pull down my khakis and underwear.

Thankfully, whatever “loss” I suffered in my erection due to the phone call, has fully recovered itself in no time, so I can proudly show myself off to my boyfriend. I’m almost as erect as he is. Just looking at him naked like he is, and the position he’s in, I can see he’s recovered all of his stiffness. I love how he’s so responsive to everything I do and say to him. I get off on how my verbal commands get him so excited, so filled with animalistic lust and desire.

As I go to grab my cock and give it a few rubs to tighten it up — harden it a bit more — Frederick lowers himself onto his forearms again, wiggling his hips and ass at me.

“I’m right here, Ethan,” he moans in a deep bedroom sort of voice while rubbing his pink, velvety head on the soft comforter and blanket. Not just to entice me, but because he’s starting to get very horny. I can tell by the blush underneath his eyes and the tightness in his gaze, not to mention his now fully throbbing member.

“If you want to… rub, rub on me.”

This immediately makes me stiffer. It’s almost not necessary for me to rub myself or rub myself on him, but I do it anyway. I go over to the bed and position myself so that I can rub my dick on his. The bottom near my shaft and balls on the top of his… like “tummy sticks” but not quite.

Its effect is instant, and doesn’t take more than a handful of passes back and forth on Frederick’s stiffness to get me wet and warm with excitement My sack is pulling in and up slightly, enjoying the feel of him, the caress of his juicy, meaty cock. Especially the tip...it’s so velvety, it’s criminal.

It looks that Frederick is feeling the same way. He’s really beginning to rock himself back and forth on me. Against the bit of blanket he can still feel against his shaft and balls, despite being restrained the way he is. Indeed, he’s creating enough friction between us, that I’m actually beginning to feel hot. Prickly, but not in a bad way. More like he’s the one who’s flicked me with the belt. One I’m still holding in one hand and decide to use on him softly and gently across his ass cheeks. It’s not so much that I “whip” more than just gently bump him with it. It makes a dull, airy thump.

Just as Frederick makes the cutest and softest moan, I bring the belt back down on him. This time just as soft as the last time, but in a different spot so that I don’t make the red spot uncomfortable. Again he answers my attention with a beautifully indulgent noise... one I could hear over and over again, no matter how many nights we do this. I rub him with my cock again, surprised how much harder I’ve become. How much more wet and slick my head looks. His too, because we give each other a little “kiss” with our members, which is oddly exciting.

I shiver, feeling particularly sensitive as I wrap up against him knowing that some of his juices are on me now.

I bring the belt down one more time knowing that I have to have him… I need to grab and jiggle that plump ass. I’m starting to get jealous of the belt as it is.

For a third time, I’m rewarded with the most charming, addictively sweet sounds emitting from his open mouth. It’s something between a growl and a cry. I grab my bottle of coconut and almond body oil, get on the bed behind him and prepare to lube him up as well as myself. I say to him in a deep, sultry sort of tone.

“I know you’ve been stressed and frustrated, so I want you to get it all out tonight while I ride you hard and fast.

“Go wild… scream, growl, writhe — whatever you want, Freddie.  Do it and don’t hold back! I want you to be relaxed in time for the day after tomorrow.”

Frederick wiggles his hips before thrusting his ass back in to me—into the hungry cock he knows is waiting for him. I can tell that he’s thirsty for it, every single inch of it. He proceeds and his aim is true enough to actually touch down on my head. He presses down on my shaft causing it to bend up and graze across his cheeks. The crack… his crack which is addictive to both of us.              

“Just do me already, Ethan. Give me what this boy wants, you know I want it don’t you? Give me all of that hard cock.” The way he speaks, it’s like he’s a chimney, growly— gravelly, smoky sounding.

That’s all I need to hear so I release the belt from one hand and use it to open the bottle of body oil. Once open, I shower it — ladle it — all over his ass. I squeeze the bottle until it looks like a miniature river has formed out of his hips and ass. I only use my hands to catch the excess. To guide it into his creases and quivering hole, so that it doesn’t drip onto the mattress.

Then use the remaining slickness on my own member, before closing the bottle of oil with my chin, and sending it somewhere safe and nearby.

“Are you ready for me Freddie?” I ask, coming up from putting the bottle of oil down, and spreading his cheeks. No matter how many times I’ve seen his beautiful rosebud in the last weeks, I can’t get over its perfect round shape, how puckered and light pink it is. How much it opens up for me with just the slightest spread of his cheeks.

“Yesterday,” he replies, and I take the plunge. I thrust my cock forward, straight into him. It goes in smoothly and all the way to the hilt. Almost immediately, Frederick throws his head back and roars with pleasure, just like I told him to do. I can feel him gripping the comforter and sheets below him. And gripping my dick that’s now encased fully inside of him.

Without words, I quickly increase my thrusts from slow to medium and as I do, he and I make both soft and loud noises— channeling and releasing the stress we’ve been feeling from our bodies, into our shafts and out through our heads. With each movement in, I imagine freeing Frederick and myself from everything that’s been harassing us over the past few weeks. Allegations of abuse. Captain Stern. Captain Stern’s groupies. The ones who wouldn’t help us. What Captain Stern did to Frederick a few short days ago when he cornered him on base. On my “out” movements, I think about how happy I’m going to be when all of this is finally behind us. A time when I just get to be with him, rather than worry about what’s going to happen to his/our future.

I’m moving faster now picking up the pace, and I’m happy to hear Frederick letting out his frustrations. Grunting and growling, shouting out all of the things he’s wanted to say but hasn’t. Naturally, he has many (who could blame him), many choice words for Stern, which I’m happy to hear him voice. I feel the same way. Lots of “fuck you cocksucker,” and also “I can’t wait to watch you rot in jail, and then in hell motherfucker.”

“We’ll get him, Freddie,” I growl, increasing my speed. Allowing myself to slam into Frederick as I do, I imagine that we’re fucking like this in front of Captain Stern, as he’s getting hauled away to a military prison to rot.

“He’s not going to do anything to us, because you’ve got me protecting you now. You’re not alone anymore. I’m going to defend and protect you the way everyone else in your life should have, but didn’t!” With these words, I can feel my sensitivity getting jacked up to a nine. I’ve always gotten a thrill out of being the protector. The shield and sword, which is only making me more indulged by feeling his ass tighten around me, gripping me like a warm leather glove, but better.  I actually get to slip back and forth on ridges…texture, and a glove isn’t nearly as nuanced.

“And I’m going to make sure nobody ever makes me feel bad for being me,” he shouts. Some of the words clip as he tightens and shakes underneath me. “I’m proud to be gay and proud to have you as my boyfriend. I’m proud to be getting fucked in the ass by you,” he adds, and squeals. I can feel pumping, jerking movements underneath me, but I’m not sure if he’s finished so I ask him directly.

“Did you go already, Freddie?”

Frederick hiccups, answering, “Sorry.” I guess I couldn’t make out Frederick’s cries and screams from his actual orgasm.

“It’s okay, my love,” I say, feeling myself climb towards orgasm. The slightly guilty, slightly pleased tone to his voice shoots me full of lust. I pump him as hard as I can, but it only takes seconds before I can really settle into a rhythm… at this speed my balls constrict, sending hot, heavy semen through my shaft.

For those several moments of ecstasy I remain buried inside him, pumping, twitching and heaving out pool after pool of warm streaming cum. With each gush, all the rage and anger exploding, bursting out thrust after thrust. It all rockets out of me while I dig my fingers and grip into Frederick’s ass. Having a few scratches from me would be a proud badge for him.

So, I go ahead and give him a few, before I feel myself pump for the final time, and then relax against him. Only now do I feel a calmness begin to envelop my body.

I stay still a minute before checking to make sure that my scratches have marked him, but not in any way to cause harm.  I then get up to untie and settle him into bed. It’s part of the “aftercare” he loves the most. Whenever we have sex, not just during this bondage-like play, he loves being picked up by me and tucked into bed.

I do that for him before heading to the shower. It’s something we’ve kept up in a strange way ever since our first time together, now almost a month ago. I like the idea of us having little ways we do things and establishing routines. It makes me feel like this could last with Frederick.

A month ago, I think, wandering into the shower, my mind still focused on Frederick’s beauty and how he looks curled up naked in my bed. I can’t believe it was only a month ago that he first came over to my house and slept with me. It feels like longer, like we’ve always been doing this together. Who knew one month could change so much. And so much for the better.