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True Love Found

By: luvkitten



I knew it was him. The temperature of the room had decreased by a few degrees, the conversation levels had decreased, people had turned to look at the doorway. He commanded respect. He'd always made an impressed on any room he went into. I hid, I ducked into the kitchen, leaned against a wall. The boss shouted at me, I was meant to be waiting on the tables but I couldn't breath. Two months, he'd left me alone. Why had he come now? I thought he'd let me go. I could be strong. I'd walked away from him. I'd left. His words didn't have power over me anymore. I picked up my tray and left the kitchen. I picked up empty cups as I walked towards him.

"What'll it be?" I asked, desperately trying to keep my voice light.

"Kneel down." He grinned.

It took everything I had to stop my knees giving way to that command.

"I'll get you a latte then." I walked back to the counter, ordering the coffee and dropping off the the dirty cups. I had to keep calm, I couldn't allow him to get to me, couldn't allow him to know that his words had had an effect on me.

"Where are you living?" He asked as I dropped off his coffee.

"I'm looking after myself. That'll be two euros, twenty." I said leaving his bill on his table.

"You'll come back when university starts again."

I walked away again, went back to waiting, serving. When I looked at the table about half an hour later, he was gone. I sighed a breathe of relief and even managed to smile while a team mate chatted jealously about how I'd managed to ignore the best looking guy who'd ever turned up in the cafe. She giggled, lamenting on how good it would be if I was gay. I graciously told her that if he ever came in again, I'd pass his table straight to her. She'd giggled again, kissed me gently on my cheek and then ran off to help clear up.

He came back everyday that week, always at the same time. He must have been watching me, tracking my movements for ages. My team mates worked out he was following me when he didn't turn up on my day off. They started questioning who he was and then suggested that I get a restraining order when they found out he was my ex.

"I need you, Silas." He told me during the second week of his pursuit of me as I gave him his change.

I walked away from him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

"I wouldn't have raped you, you know."

"I said no and you said you were going to do it."

"Yes, but I wouldn't have raped you. I could never hurt you." 

He let me go and I walked back to the counter. My team mate asked if he was bothering me, ready to defend me and kick him out if he was bothering me. Francis saved him the trouble by leaving, grinning at me as he went. 

He brought me a gift bag the next time he came. He handed it me just before he left. He'd brought me a collar, almost like a dog collar. With my name on a tag at the front. There was a small loop at the back, like the ones where they attached a dog's lead. The note with it said 'A good owner never hurts his pets'. I looked at it in disgust, I was nothing more than a pet to him, one he could attach a collar to. One he could attach a lead to. I frowned at the image of me, naked, on my knees, wearing a collar, him holding the lead, pulling me around. I realised I was turned on by the image, dropped the collar and ran to throw up. I was a sick as he was. I couldn't convince myself that I only missed him because I'd grown used to his company. He turned me on, with him controlling and with his suggestion of a collar.

"Why aren't you wearing your collar?" He asked the next time he came into the cafe. I put a latte and the gift bag containing the collar down next to him. He never ordered. I just brought him a drink without him asking.

"I'm not your pet."

"You liked it didn't you? Come home, I've got lots of fun toys for us to play with, until you're ready to let me have you." 

"Don't you have a job you should be doing instead of coming in here and bothering me?"

"I work just round the corner. A stroke of luck that led me back to you."

"You haven't been looking for me?"

"I thought you'd gone back to England. When I realised you'd stayed, I knew you'd come back to me." He smirked. "Do you want me to help you move back on Friday? You don't work and I have a half day."

"No." I walked away. 

"See you Friday then." He called after me, grinning into his coffee.

****

There were clothes in my room, there were girls' clothes in my room. There was make-up in my bathroom. There were girls' shoes in the hallway and there was a girl in the kitchen. She smiled at me.

"Francis said you'd be home today." She said. "I'm Christina. I work with Francis, he said he had a spare room and I was desperate for somewhere to live. Do you want something to drink? I've heard a lot about you. Francis really missed you while you were visiting your parents but I guess it makes sense for you to go for a couple of months while uni is out. Do you need help with your stuff?"

She smiled again. Francis had given away my room. I stood uncertainly in the hall and then left my bag near the sofa. I went into Francis' room and saw how he'd left a drawer open to show it was empty. On the bed was the collar, just waiting for Francis to attach around my neck, just waiting for him to claim ownership of me. I shuddered. I shouldn't have come back. It was fun to imagine sex with a kinky twist but the lifestyle was too much for me. I needed to leave before Francis got home.

Christina was behind me.

"He said you didn't talk much. That's ok though. I can talk enough for both of us."

I heard the door open and knew that it was too late. 

"Hey, Francis. Your boy is here. Shall I leave you guys to get reacquainted?"

Francis grinned at me as Christina left. He dropped my bag onto the floor and shut the door.

"Undress, unpack, kneel down."

I sighed.

"Is this how its going to be, Francis? I don't want it to be like this."

"Do you want a boyfriend who is nice to you or a boyfriend who really cares for you? In me you have a boyfriend who cares for you, in me you have a boyfriend who does everything for your benefit. You are shy, I introduce you to social events. You are scared, I make you confident."

"You make me scared! I am confident without you. I got a job without you. I have friends without you."

"And how much have you told them about yourself? Have you told them that you're gay? That you're a Catholic? English? What do they know about you?"

I sighed and started undressing. Then I started to unpack the things I had taken with me when I had left and the things I had brought during those months. He changed out of his work clothes into shorts then sat on the bed, watching me. When I knelt down in front of him, he ran his hand through my hair and then picked up the collar. He unclipped it and then smiled down at me. He asked me to turn around and then lowered the collar down in front of my eyes and then secured it around my neck. He pulled the metal loop at the back of the collar and pulled my head to his leg.

"Who's my good boy?"

He was mocking me. I could hear his smirk as he spoke. I shuddered against him. He stroked my hair again then stood up, pulling me up with him. He let go of the collar, turned me towards him and hugged me.

"I love you, Silas. I can't live without you in my life. You are so good to me. You look after me and you know how to please me. Don't be scared. Don't worry about submitting to me. I know that I went too far before, I pushed you too hard. I'm sorry."

"You won't ask me to let you anymore?"

"No. I won't ask anymore. If you ask me to I will."

"And Christina?"

"I needed someone here."

I nodded. Sometimes, he'd have a fever, or muscle ache and would need someone to get things that were particularly high or low or to carry things that were heavy for him. He did need someone to look after him. He stroked my back, then bent low, cupped my ass and pushed me onto the bed. He kissed my nose and my eyes, then his hand found my cock, that was hard and waiting for a touch, and he tugged on my balls. He pushed me away.

"Condoms in top draw. Take off my shorts."

I grabbed a condom and handed it to him before removing his shorts for him. He sat up, leaning against the pillows and rolled the condom down his length. He grabbed a piece of my hair and tugged me closer to him, between his legs. He moved his hand behind my head and then positioned my mouth just above his cock.

"Keep your hands on my hips but don't hold me down." He whispered before holding up his cock and pushing me down onto it. 

He kept a tight hold of my hair so that I never had opportunity to take control of the situation. He kept me still as he came into the condom and then pushed me aside as he removed it. I got a damp cloth from his bathroom and gently cleaned him. When I came back from returning the cloth to the bathroom, Francis had an array of sex toys on the bed. He beckoned me over, patting the bed next to him to indicate where I should sit. When I had sat down he picked up two clips and passed them to me, told me to put them on my nipples. I closed my eyes, took a deep breathe and then pulled on my right nipple and attached the clip. The pain shot through me instantly and I gasped, keeping my eyes closed until the pain lost its sharpness and became a dull throbbing. Francis was watching me as I opened my eyes, he took the other clip from me and quickly fastened it onto my left nipple. I threw my head back and bit my lip, not wanting to scream out and alert Christina to what was happening.

"Scream for me, pretty angel." Francis said, flicking one of the clips causing me to jump. "Lie on my lap then."

I bent over his lap, moving my ass to where I knew he'd want it. He pushed my back down until my nipples rubbed against the bed and then the first smack landed on my ass. I screamed and felt his cock jump back to life under me. He showed me the paddle he'd used to smack me with, laughing at my pain. He continued my spanking then rubbed my ass with the paddle for a while. His touch left my body for a while and then a cold finger touched my anus, rubbing in gently circles before sudden penetration. One finger penetration lulled me into a false sense of security that I was suddenly broken out of when Francis resumed his spanking. Then there were two fingers in me, followed by spanking, followed by three fingers and then a cool, solid force pushing into my ass. 

"A butt plug." Francis responded when I asked what it was. 

He told me to stand up, at the end of the bed, he sat on the edge, then tugged on both my nipple clips at the same time.

"You're so beautiful. Shall I let you come tonight? Do I want to see you at your most beautiful and your most submissive?"

I bit my lip, knowing that I wouldn't come unless he allowed me to. He grins at me, places a hand on my hip and pushes me to my knees again. He ran his foot up the length of my cock and then pushed my cock under his foot to the floor. I lowered myself further as he rubs his foot across my cock, keeping it tight against the floor. The pain was pronounced but his movements were getting me closer and closer to the climax I desired. Francis moved both his hands down to tug on the nipple clips and almost immediately I came. He patted my head then pushed my head down to the floor.

"Clean that."

When he wanted to degrade me, he knew exactly how to get to me. I bent down, I licked my come from the floor at the end of the bed and then sat back up. Francis grinned and asked me if I liked all his new toys. I shook my head and he called me a liar. He knew me better than to believe that. He tugged on both nipple clips again, this time he didn't let go until he'd pulled them off. The teeth on the clips left red lines in their wake, a few producing blood. The sudden shock of them going and the way in which they had been removed made me scream out.

"I love it when you scream. Get another condom."

I glanced up at him, noting his arousal for the first time since I been on his lap while he spanked me. I stood up slowly, got another condom out and handed it to Francis. I was tired and wanted Francis to let me sleep but he wouldn't until he was satisfied I was completely submitting to him. I briefly wondered why Francis seemed so happy to use condoms during blowjob when the risk of transmittance was low and yet so opposed to them during sex when the risk was much higher. He never kissed my lips either, on my nose or my eyes, the back of the neck, he would kiss me but he didn't want to swap saliva with me. There was almost no risk from that.

Francis gripped my collar and pulled me up between his legs where I could access his cock. His legs tighten on my shoulders, holding my arms tight so that I couldn't touch him. I lowered my head onto his cock and swallowed him down as far as I could before he began thrusting. I hated the taste of latex. Francis linked his fingers into the back of the collar and held my head down on him. He continued thrusting up into me for another few minutes and then filled the condom with his come. He pulled me up and removed the butt plug from me before retreating to the bathroom.

He patted my head when he found me still standing where he'd left me, my head low and my eyes closed. Then led me over to the bed, he pushed back the covers and allowed me to get in before him. This would be the first time we slept in the same bed together. He pulled me close to him and wrapped one arm around my waist.

"You're mine." He whispered before we slept and I knew I was.

True Love Found



Jeff and I had been hanging out for about six months. We didn't live together but we might as well have. We spent a lot of time together when we were able. I am a photographer and I frequently am on the road doing shoots. Jeff is an engineer and has to travel once or twice a month. When we found ourselves at home, we usually were together. 

We never planned it that way. Jeff and I are both bi and we always enjoyed dating women. We never double dated or anything like that. In fact, Jeff and I didn't even know each other until we met six months ago. I was doing a photo shoot on a street and Jeff happened to walk by. Jeff is tall, thin, and European-looking. As he walked by the shoot, I couldn't help but notice him. I asked if he'd mind being in a few of my shots and he agreed. He wasn't the subject of the shots but he worked out very well being in the background. He was always a bit out of focus and with his European style he really made the shots come together. We exchanged contact info so that I could show him the proofs. I don't usually share my work with my extras but I was very attracted to him and I wondered what it would be like to be with him.

A couple of days later I called him and had him come by the studio. We hit it off really well and he enjoyed my work very much. We discovered that we had a lot in common. Neither of us were really dating anyone at the time so when he asked me to go out for some drinks the following night I had no reason to decline his offer. He left my studio and I found myself totally engrossed thinking about him. I had not been with a guy in a long while and the thought of stirring up that part of my sexuality once again was quite stimulating. As the evening wore on and my mind kept leaping back to Jeff, I finally had to masturbate and fantasize about him. I fell asleep wondering how our meeting would go the next day.

As I got ready to meet Jeff, I wasn't sure how to dress or manicure myself. I am shaved and I have no body hair to speak of. I had no idea if Jeff were straight, bi, or gay; I had not been able to pick up any vibes from him. I showered, made sure my groin was smooth, and settled on a pair of jeans and a button down shirt. We were just going to a bar nearby and it wasn't fancy at all so I didn't think I was dressing inappropriately. 

Jeff and I arrived within minutes of each other. We secured a high-top table and ordered some drinks. I like gin and tonic and Jeff ordered Beam and Coke. The chemistry we had experienced three days before carried over naturally into our conversation. We talked about traveling, college, our interests, and our goals. I learned, for example, that Jeff is not from Europe but he adopted the style because it fit his body type. We talked about relationships with the opposite sex and we noted that none had been successful or satisfying in several years. Jeff had a great sense of humor and one time he made me laugh so hard that I flopped my arms in the air. When my hands came down, one of them brushed across Jeff's thigh. I was startled but Jeff didn't react other than to let out a sly smile. My mind raced. "Gosh, did he think I was coming on to him?" "Did he feel uncomfortable and was that smile simply a polite way to direct the moment elsewhere?" I had no idea. 

Jeff leaned towards me and said, "Ryan, I have to tell you something. I like girls but I also like guys." My heart skipped a beat. "I haven't dated a guy in a while but I want to tell you that I find you attractive."

"Jeff, I need to come clean, too. What you just said about me is something that I could have said about you." He put his hand on my thigh. I continued, "Since you left my studio the other day I haven't thought of anything but you."

"Same here," Jeff replied.

"My place is close, do you want to leave?"

"I sure do," Jeff replied.

We paid the bill and off we went. I opened the door and let Jeff in first. He went in, turned, and as the door closed behind me, he put his hands on my shoulders. 

"Whatever happens from this point forward, I want you to tell me if you feel at all uncomfortable." 

"Of course," I said softly. 

With that, Jeff pulled me to him and kissed me on my lips. While this scene had not been part of my masturbatory fantasy the other night, I felt very comfortable with how things were proceeding. I opened my lips and his tongue shot into my mouth. With that, a huge burst of heat and passion enveloped my body. I put my arms around Jeff and kissed him back. Our hands worked all over each other's back and little moans emanated from our throats. After what seemed to be seconds, but were actually many minutes, we broke our embrace and I led Jeff to the bedroom. We picked up where we had left off and the only thing I knew was that I was really enjoying myself. From Jeff's moans and the rhythm of his mid-section I knew he was enjoying himself, too. 

The next morning I awoke and felt Jeff sleeping next to me. "We had sex last night!" I thought to myself. I didn't have a hangover and I was keenly aware of some sensations in my body that I had not felt before. My cock was soft but it felt strangely satisfied. The smell of Jeff's cologne lifted off my chest and swirled around my nostrils. The hairs on my upper thighs were sticky with dried cum. As I revisited the last night in my memory, my cock began to stir. 

Jeff turned toward me and said, "Good morning you." His smile was inviting and reassuring. 

"Good morning to you," I answered. "How did you sleep?"

"After the amount of energy we burned up last night, I slept like a baby."

Thus began a relationship with a man named Jeff that has continued for the last six months. Jeff and I became close but we never expressed any intimate feelings towards each other. We were bi and we were just enjoying what had developed and there was no discussion of a Ryan-and-Jeff future. There didn't need to be. Both of us were successful in our careers and we enjoyed spending time together as our schedules allowed. All of that changed one day, though, when Jeff had just returned from a trip. 

I met Jeff at his house and we had our usual, very satisfying session of sex. The next morning I got up before him and went into his huge bathroom and got ready for the day. We had no plans but I knew we would be going out. After shaving, I went into the kitchen to make some oatmeal. Jeff got up, showered, and shaved. I waited after I heard the water shut off and figured I'd bring Jeff a glass of orange juice. I walked into the bathroom and Jeff had his back to the doorway and he was looking out the window at the mountains in the distance. Jeff was naked and so was I. I stood there for several seconds, absorbing the view I had of his back, butt, and legs. 

I walked up behind Jeff and put the OJ on the counter. I stood behind him and touched my chest to his back. My left hand reached around his left side and I put my palm on his chest. As I did that Jeff put his right foot up onto the edge of the bathtub, leaving me with access to his scrotum and anus. My cock began to fill with blood and I reached between Jeff's legs with my right hand and ever so lightly I ran my fingers over his scrotum. Jeff's cock jumped and immediately began to stiffen. Jeff has a marvelous penis. It is 9 inches long and quite thick. He is also clean shaven. When erect, his cock stands parallel to his stomach. My cock, at 7 inches, is smaller than Jeff's and, when hard, stands perpendicular to my body. My cock rose and rested against the globes of Jeff's butt. Sensing that Jeff was fully erect, I kneeled behind him and put my hands on the front of his thighs. With his foot still on the edge of the tub, I had a singular view of Jeff's sack and lower portion of his butt. I was intoxicated by the sight. I stuck my tongue out and touched the tip to Jeff's scrotum; he moaned. I maneuvered my face so that I had complete access to his sack from underneath. I hungrily licked Jeff's scrotum and he gyrated his hips in response. I moved my hands from his thighs to his cheeks and spread them. His hairless, pink, sweet hole stared at me. I ran my tongue up and down his hole, stopping only to insert a finger or three into him. He bent forward at his hips as I inserted my fingers and rubbed them against his prostate.

Jeff usually leaked large amounts of pre-cum and this occasion was no different. As I worked his sack and hole, pre-cum ran down the shaft of his penis and down his sack, into my wanting mouth. I love cum in all its forms so I was in ecstasy. Jeff finally had enough. He put his foot back onto the floor, turned around and pulled me up to him. His large, erect cock rubbed against my abdomen and my cock nestled itself somehow in Jeff's groin. He kissed me passionately and I willingly returned his affection. 

"Come with me, lover," Jeff said. 

"Lover?" I thought. He had never used that term before. Did I hear him correctly? Should I pretend like he didn't use that word? 

Jeff took my hand and led me to the bed. I stepped in front of him and I sat on the edge of the bed, not releasing his hand. With his right hand in my left I pulled him to me, his cock standing at full attention. I released his hand, moved my hands to his wonderful globes, and pulled his cock to my face. I opened my mouth all the way and slowly began taking his nine inches into my hungry mouth. As I swallowed his penis, I made sure that my tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. On the upstroke I pulled off his cock and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. Precum dripped from his tip and I lapped it obediently. 

Jeff put his hands on my shoulders and ever so gently pressed against them. I knew that he wanted me to lay back on the bed. I slid up and lay my head on the pillows. I looked back and admired Jeff standing at the end of the bed, his gorgeous cock pointing to the ceiling, and a look of lust and passion on his face. I opened my lips slightly and he climbed onto the bed. Putting his hands on either side of my shoulders and his knees just below my butt, he laid down on top of me. As he was getting into position I bent my knees so that he would have space for his hips. As he was settling our eyes locked. At that moment I felt a rush of warmth, passion, need, and satisfaction course through my veins. I instinctively raised my heels and put them on Jeff's lower back as he was moving in. He lowered his chest to mine, with my cock being pushed against my stomach. 

With my heels locked around his waist, my hips automatically raised slightly. His cock and my hole were perfectly aligned and with one swift, smooth, tender motion his penis entered me. He wrapped his hands underneath me, holding me tight. We were in the missionary position and I was in ecstasy. Jeff looked into my eyes as he began to stroke in and out of me. I felt his cock slide almost all the way out of me and then its direction was seamlessly changed as he slid deep inside me. His cock was so large that I felt full. Even so, I squeezed his cock as he penetrated me, making a tight fit that much tighter.

I remembered 15 minutes ago when Jeff called me that word. It dawned on me at that moment: we were lovers. And we had been for six months. We played together, we spent time together, we even cried together when some unfortunate events happened. We had sex together. Yes, we were lovers. Completely. In every sense of the word. I looked at Jeff, moved my hands to his neck and pulled his face to mine. I kissed him with fervor, our tongues probing our mouths. 

The room smelled of sex. It was slightly musty and it was warm. Jeff continued to stroke in and out of me and I continued to assist his motions with my heels. Jeff broke our kiss and I said, "I love you!" As I said this, a tear dripped out of my right eye and slid down my temple. 

Jeff said, "I love you, too! I have so wanted to say that to you but I didn't know how." 

Jeff stopped stroking. "I have felt this for a while but wasn't sure. Until now. I love you and want to be like this with you forever," I said.

"Being like this forever would probably hurt!" Jeff exclaimed.

With that I motioned with my heels for Jeff to start pumping me again. He started and this time he had a purpose. "I want you to cum in me like you've never cum before!"

Jeff buried his head into the pillow, his face next to mine. He started groaning. It was a low, guttural sound that came from deep within his throat. His strokes became long, regular, and purposeful. He never slid out of me but he came close. He knew his cock and he knew my hole. He knew exactly how far to withdraw so that his cock head stayed inside me but his shaft was completely out of me. In and out he plunged. My hands felt the sweat on his back as he was working towards his climax. My insides were his and he used them to full effect.

After what seemed to be an eternity, Jeff exclaimed, "I'm going to cum!"

"Oh yes!! Cum in me! Cum for me!" I yelled. 

And with that he groaned mightily and screamed, "Oooohhh!"

He plunged in and stopped as I felt his cock expand inside me as his penis ejected its nectar. He slid back and thrust quickly in again. A few more spasms from his cock. At that moment my cock, having been squeezed between our stomachs, began to erupt. The fluid acted as a lubricant between us and it felt wonderful. 

Jeff's face was still buried in the pillow when he stopped cumming. He was breathing deeply and heavily and I knew that he was thoroughly satisfied. Having declared my love for him, I was thoroughly satisfied, too. Jeff raised his head to breathe fresh air and we kissed intensely. Jeff's cock was not hard any more but it was still buried inside me. My cock was limp and it began to retreat.

I returned my feet to the bed, my knees still bent. Jeff raised his torso on his arms and pulled out of me. 

"Bring your cock up here," I ordered.

Jeff complied and straddled me, his knees just below my arm pits. I raised my head and took his cock into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. The melding of his juice and my natural lubricant was intoxicating. I cleaned his cock and balls completely, enjoying every wonderful lick. 

Jeff knew when he was clean and he climbed off me. He laid next to me and I put my right arm underneath him, cuddling him close. His right hand found the cum on my stomach and he scooped up the remains and brought his hand to my waiting mouth. I love cum so tasting mine was the piece de resistance. 

With that completed, I turned on my side to face Jeff. "I love every minute I spend with you," I said. "I love making love to you." I playfully added, "I especially LOVE your cock!!"

Jeff replied, "You know what I love?" 

"What?" I asked.

"This."