2. Training

Kent held Jamie's shoulders and spoke softly. "The important thing tonight is that we get used to bein' naked in each other's presence. We've never done this before. But from now on, being naked with each other is normal; this is how we treat each other, this is what we do.

"So I'm gonna lower your shorts in a minute, so you can start to get used to the feel of my hand on your skin. And my hand can get used to the private part of you I'm holdin' onto."

Kent slowly lowered Jamie's underwear partway, then stood there holding his butt. "No one else gets to touch you here. But I do." They kissed. Kent lowered the front of the waistband, which freed up Jamie's dick. "No one else gets to feel you like this. But I do."

His big hand circled Jamie's cock and balls and squeezed lightly. Jamie thought, You touched me first.

"This is now normal life," he said.

"Yeah, baby. You pokin' a big hole in my leg."

They laughed; Jamie was hard as a rock.

Kent tugged the shorts down till they fell to his feet and Jamie stepped out of them. Kent was still in his jock, but Jamie was naked. He started to glory in it.

Kent rubbed that firm little bottom, high and round and tiny. "Boy don't mind me touchin' his butt too much."

"Not at all."

Jamie had seldom been touched there in his life. It felt so new, so welcome, so necessary.

"This is what I want, man."

"It's yours, Kent."

"This is what every guy wants. In awhile, when we're ready, I'm gonna make you mine."

Jamie looked at him with those big green eyes; Kent just tucked him in closer, a big hand on his neck, a big hand on his butt.

They breathed together, feeling the other's heartbeat, a bit shocking because it was so new.

They were alive, and life was starting now.

Kent said, "There's only one lesson I want you to learn tonight; just one thing to train you in for how to please me. Get that and we can go on from here.

"Before I even say it, you can't help but please me, Jamie. There ain't no wrong way to be or do with me."

"What a kind thing to say. I feel completely at ease."

"You can't possibly disappoint me. This moment pleases me to the utmost." Kent snuggled closer. "Jamie naked in my arms." He closed his eyes. "Let me experience it. I get to touch you where no one else does."

They stood together quietly, pat-pat-pat. Jamie's hands explored the muscles of Kent's back, his glutes too. They both got to touch where no one else did.

Kent said softly, "Lesson one. Ready?" Jamie nodded. "Turn off your mind."

Jamie stared at him a bit. Kent added, "Your brain comes with an on-off switch. Which I guess nobody ever told you about."

Jamie stared up at him some more.

"I look at you sometimes, and I realize there's never a minute when you're not thinkin'. No matter what's going on, you think constantly. Don't you."

"Well, sure."

Kent smiled, "Other people ain't like that, Jamie. They turn their minds off. It's good to have a little downtime. Recharge your batteries.

"What I learned with you is that smart people never turn it off. You don't have to, for one, and you don't know how to for another. Jamie, the problem with most people is gettin' 'em to turn their minds on, not off. But the thing with you is gettin' you to turn the lights out. I want you to get physical when we're naked, not mental; I want you to feel, not think."

Jamie, of course, thought about this. He wanted to feel too and be physical, but the idea of not thinking—well, it was a new idea. "Where is this switch?"

Kent grinned, "It's real simple. I'm surprised you never discovered it yourself. But since you didn't, I'll show you. It's right here, over your left ear. Zzt!" He pretended to turn a light switch on Jamie's head.

"When you turn your mind off, you're makin' a decision. 'I will not think now, this is a time to relax and get physical and let nature take its course.' But this is key too, it's a skill no one ever showed you. When a thought does come—and with you it always will—as soon as you notice a thought just wandered in, let go of it. Thoughts are good, but not during downtime. When one shows up, just let it pass right on out the other ear. Don't hang onto it. It's no crime a thought showed up, but let it go. This is similar to what some people call meditation."

That sparked something in Jamie's face; recognition, an idea. "I didn't know."

Kent rocked him a little to make him physical again. "Some traditions teach, when thoughts keep marchin' in, to repeat a sacred tone, a nonsense syllable maybe, which gets you back centered again. You've heard of a mantra, or repeating the sacred Om. I don't totally believe in that stuff, but it does help you clear your mind of unwanted thoughts and let 'em go. 'Cause when you're naked with me, I want you physical, boy. Natural, spontaneous. Not thinkin'."

"Okay. In centering prayer one repeats a sacred word when thoughts intrude. But I haven't done it since Ricky."

Rick Lawson was Jamie's late lover, who died eight months ago at 34 after years of horrendous amputations and a final heart attack. His was the wedding ring Jamie put on Kent's finger. It would need replacing someday, but the continuity was okay for now.

Kent said, "So you do have a basis for not thinkin'; that's good. I'll remind you to breathe sometimes, so you can relax. You know it's important to relax during sex." Kent rubbed Jamie's butt more vigorously. "Over time, we'll see if there's a word that helps you relax and be physical and feel centered. If you'll share it with me, then I'll remind you, if I see you starting to go off track. Sex is physical."

"And emotional."

"Yeah. I got a million emotions right now."

"I love you, Kent."

"Mmm. I'm thinkin' it's time for me to take your little ass, so I can make you mine."

"Whoo. Let's go, partner."

"You want candles?"

"Sure."

"I'll grab a couple. I want to see you naked in bed."

Kent left while Jamie pulled down the quilt and contemplated the sheets. If he was going to get fucked on this bed, he didn't want to get it dirty, even if his mother wasn't around to complain about the sheets. They weren't even that nice, but she always took good care of everything she had. He went to the linen closet and found a towel, one of her "good ones," but it was olive green and thirty years old and he hated it.

He thought about his Shower Shot in the bathroom at home, but that was in Ohio. He'd never gotten to use it, because by the time he moved Rick into that house, he was already sick, and they never had sex again. But they had a Shower Shot just in case.

Kent brought in some candles and set them around the room. "Looks nice this way. Your blond hair just shines."

He put his hands on Jamie's shoulders and kissed him in front of the full-length mirrors on the accordion closet doors. "What's your magic word for tonight, to keep all other words out of your head?"

"How about darling?"

"Yeah, 'cause you're my little darling. Ready for trainin'?"

"Sure thing, Coach."

"I like that name too, all the respectful words you think up. I'm your personal trainer from now on, baby. Coaching's physical, so's playin'. Don't think, Jamie, just react. Let me do the talkin'. Hop up on the bed." Jamie did. "On your belly. It's time for my skin and yours to get acquainted."

Jamie lay down. Kent said, "What's your preferred lubrication?"

"With no rubbers? I'll get it."

Jamie went off to the kitchen, then came back, tossed him a bottle and got back face down on the bed. He let his weight sink him as far into the mattress as gravity would take him. He breathed deep.

Kent eyed the unopened bottle: olive oil, Product of Greece, extra virgin. He set it aside. "Let's start with a relaxation exercise, baby." His voice became soft and seductive; he was curious to see how Jamie would react to hypnotic suggestion.

Kent's balls were as eager to find out as his mind was. The boy looked so good lying there.

Kent found the audio remote and switched to a New Age station; he didn't want Jamie's brain overstimulated.
"What I need you to do now
is just to tense all your muscles,
as tight as you can,
so you can notice what tension feels like.
Tense all of your muscles,
from your head to your toes,
like you're in fightin' mode.
Your arms, your legs,
your shoulders, your abs, your fists;
get tighter and tighter and tighter.
Flex everything, that's right.
Make your hands into fists, like you're fightin'.
Your thighs, your calves, your feet, all for fightin'.
Clamp your eyes shut, grit your teeth, ready for fightin'.
And hold it; get tight in every muscle in your body,
and stay that way.

"Get tighter, and harder,
more ready to fight; tense everything.
That's right, now hold it,
keep fightin',
keep fightin'.

"This is what you feel like
when you're tense and fightin'.
Keep fightin', Jamie, don't stop;
don't stop.
Keep fightin' me.

"And notice, you can barely breathe this way,
when your arms and shoulders
and face and chest are all fightin';
your butt, your thighs,
your calves, your toes,
all fightin' me,
you can barely breathe,
you can barely move.

"Hold it; hold it; hold it;
now relax."

Jamie went as limp as Grandma's old dishrag, exhaling with a whoosh.

"Now take a deep breath
and exhale completely;
fightin's over, let yourself relax.
Take a good deep breath
and exhale completely."

Jamie was so glad not to be tense anymore; fighting is hard work.

Kent continued in that soft, singsong voice,
"Your body can't maintain that tension for too long;
your body needs to relax,
it wants to relax.
It has to relax.
No matter how much you try to fight it,
your body has to relax.
It feels so much better to let go of all that tension,
and breathe deep, and relax.

"Breathe deep, and relax,
knowin' that no matter how hard you try to fight it,
you cannot stay tense forever.
No matter how much you try to resist,
you cannot keep resisting,
'cause your muscles have to relax.
It feels so much better to relax.

"Let's prove it now,
so your body knows along with your mind.
Tense up again now, head to toe,
try fightin' me some more,
harder than before;
try fightin' me some more,
your scalp, your eyelids, your teeth,
your jaw, your neck, your shoulders,
tense all of it.
Every muscle, tense and tight;
every muscle, get it right,
every muscle, tense and tight,
your chest, your abs,
movin' down to your thighs,
your calves, your feet.
Clench up, tighter, tighter,
really fight me now,
harder than you've ever fought before."

Kent had to smile at the sight of Jamie's butt, which wouldn't even let a laser beam in there.

"Hold it, that's right;
hold on tight, for all you're worth;
resist, and resist, and resist me.
Keep fightin'; don't stop."

Kent counted silently to 10, then said, "Now let go."

Jamie sank into sheer exhaustion.

Kent said softly,
"No matter how strong you are,
no matter how hard you try,
you can't keep fightin' me forever.
No one can, your body has to relax.
It wants to relax.
It loves to relax.
It needs to relax.
You know this, you just proved it.
No matter how much you want to resist me,
no matter how much you want to keep fightin',
your body will relax on its own.
And that's good, that's healthy,
your body doesn't want to resist.
That's good, that's helpful,
you don't want to resist me.
Every time you try to keep fightin',
now and in the future,
you'll automatically relax and let go,
so your body can feel so good,
so relaxed, so much at peace.
Every time you try to resist me,
every time you hold your breath,
just relax, and let go, and breathe deep.
So deep; so relaxed; so peaceful.
Every time you try to fight me,
every time you try to resist,
your body will remember
to just let go, and relax,
and breathe deep.
Your body doesn't want to fight;
you don't want to resist me,
and you won't, you can't,
you don't want to.
You'll just relax."

Kent sighed audibly and said, "Good boy.
You take your trainin' very well.
You're so relaxed now.
No fightin' at all.
You take my trainin' very well,
no fightin' me at all.

"Just breathing, and relaxing,
doin' a good job,
followin' my instructions,
leadin' to a comfortable place
where you can just relax,
and breathe deep,
and enjoy this pleasant feeling,
as I lead you deeper,
and deeper,
and you can't help but follow along.
You find that you want to follow along,
it feels so good just to follow along
with my directions.
It feels so good
to follow along
with me.
It feels so good
to obey my directions
and follow along
with your Commander.

"It feels so good to breathe deep.
It feels so good just to relax,
and let me guide you,
no resistance,
never fighting,
just relaxing.
Take another deep breath,
and see how good it feels just to relax,
and let me.
You're in good hands now,
the one who loves you,
so let me guide you
and show you the way.
So good, and obedient,
you're safe, and warm,
with me.
I keep you safe
and warm
with me.

"So safe,
and obedient,
and relaxed.
Goin' deeper,
and deeper,
so relaxed,
and obedient,
in good hands with me.
No need to think anymore,
nothin' to fight,
just relaxed.
Good boy."

Kent broke the metal seal on the bottle, poured out some olive oil and started warming it.
"Time this pretty boy
gets a massage from his Daddy.
No words, just feel.
Relax, and breathe deep,
while I touch you,
get you ready,
while I touch you,
make you ready
to be mine.
While I touch you,
make you ready,
feelin' fine.
Feelin' ready
to be mine."

He started in on Jamie's neck and shoulders.
"No more tension.
Breathin' deeper,
while I stretch you out.
Breathin' deeper,
while I spread you out."

He spread Jamie's legs and straddled his hips, with that jock pouch right down the middle of Main Street. Jamie sank deeper into the mattress.

Kent was not a professional masseur, but he had big hands, strong fingers and thumbs, and he knew the location of every muscle on a man's body.
"Mmm,
boy's so pretty
when he's relaxed."

Jamie didn't remember his magic word; his lover's touch made him physical, his lover's voice.

Kent poured more oil on his hands, placed his thumbs on either side of Jamie's spinal cord and slowly tracked them downward, pressing with some force. "Uhhhh," Jamie groaned.

"Yeah, spinal erectors.
Sign of a strong back,
sign of a strong boy,
but it's also a place
where your tension is stored.
Daddy's gonna take care of that.
Daddy's gonna let it all go.
Daddy's gonna take care of you,
so you can let it all go,
and just relax."

He traveled the entire length of Jamie's spine, all the way to his tailbone; down, and up; down, and up. Jamie wanted to say thank you, but he was no longer verbal.

Slowly Kent oiled him up. Every now and then his hands would brush Jamie's butt, but not enough.

After many minutes of intense but quiet pleasure, Kent moved off the bed and started working on a whole different bodypart: Jamie's left foot. At first he massaged it without oil, then he kissed and sucked a big toe; Jamie was amazed at the pleasure. Kent lifted his foot and sucked him.

Then he started working some oil into that foot, stimulating chakras or something, pressure points. Nerve endings, pulling toes, rubbing the good spots, making Jamie writhe a little.

Kent had the kindness and patience to do this slowly, so his boyfriend, his husband, could feel everything. Kent worked on one foot for five or ten minutes.

Then he loved the other one, and Jamie turned into a pudding pop.

He was by now thinking only of the untouched, neglected part of his body; wishing for touches there, and then for dick.

Hoping for dick. Waiting for it. Getting hungry for dick.

But mindless, with his lover doing his thing, Jamie just let him. By now he couldn't remember the capital of Ohio.

Kent started working on Jamie's calves, provoking even deeper vocalizing. Kent knew how to separate one strand of muscle from another. He took delight in the anatomy lesson Jamie offered. With so little fat he was a living sculpture.

"Man, nice hamstrings.
Pretty legs.
Muscular legs.
Gettin' ready for Daddy."

The backs of Jamie's thighs were solid fiber, three inches wide. Kent could even manipulate the connection from the bottom of Jamie's glutes all the way down to his knees.

Kent finally touched Jamie's ass again, not nearly long enough.

Kent straddled him and lifted Jamie's hips up and off the mattress.
"Two more spots, baby,
keep breathin' deep.
Gget the front of your thighs now,
my pretty boy's thighs.
Hands on the mattress,
hold yourself up.
Hands on the mattress,
Push yourself up."

Jamie raised up. Kent oiled his hands, then reached in front of Jamie's legs to start massaging his thighs from behind, jock next to his ass. "Augh," Jamie moaned.

It seemed to go on for 15 exquisite minutes, and Kent never once touched Jamie's aching hardon.

Kent oiled up again and started in on Jamie's chest and shoulders, while Kent's cock kept brushing against that smooth blond ass.

"Boy's got wonderful abs,
Daddy likes 'em.
Wonderful abs,
'cause this boy's a jock.
Beautiful body,
just made for my jock."

Kent massaged his thumbs into those abs, from the center out.

"Deep and cut and flawless.
Goin' deep,
to get you goin'.
Goin' deep,
safe and warm
and obedient."

Jamie knelt there, splayed out in front of his guy, aware of one thing only, D-I-C-K in the U-S-A. It kept running around in his head like a John Mellenkamp song.

He let it go, out the other ear, and out it went.

And then, at last, something happened.
"Hands on the mattress.
Do what you're told,
this is trainin' time.
Do what you're told,
trainin' to be mine."

Jamie held himself up, hands on the mattress, and soon felt a different sensation.

Kent started smearing Jamie's entire ass with extra virgin.
"At times like this,
get the whole muscle involved.
At times like this,
the whole body involved.
At times like this,
your whole body gets ready."

He spread the oil all over Jamie's butt, but not his hole.
"Sex is wet, baby,
sex is dirty.
Gotta get you ready.
Oh yeah, you're gettin' ready.
Oh yeah, you're good and ready.
So your pretty little ass
shines in the candlelight
for your Daddy."

And still he wouldn't touch Jamie's hole.

Until at last he finally did, eliciting a groan the neighbors could hear.

"Since this is my fantasy,
let me tell you somethin' extra.
It's optional, Jamie,
you don't have to listen too hard,
your mind will still register,
don't listen too hard,
keep breathin' and relaxin',
gettin' ready for me.
Just breathe, and relax.
Breathe, and relax.
Good boy."

Jamie became more physical than he'd ever been.

Softly Kent said,
"Once it's summertime again,
I don't ever want you tanning in the nude.
When it's summer again,
no tanning in the nude.
I wanna see this butt snow white,
like you are tonight.
Snow white,
my boy tonight.
When we're at the pool
or we're at the beach,
I'm gonna pick out little bitty trunks for you,
so you got a perfect tan for me.
So everytime I see you naked,
my dick knows right where to go.
Every time you're naked,
my dick knows where to go.
You're gonna do that for me,
aren'tcha.
You're gonna obey that for me,
aren'tcha.
Such a good little boy,
obeyin' Daddy.
Such a sweet little boy,
doin' what you're told.
You're gonna do that for me,
aren'tcha.
You're gonna obey that for me,
aren'tcha."

Jamie nodded, whatever Kent said.

"And all summer long,
you wear them same trunks,
and every time you say to yourself,
so my ass is perfect
for my Kessler man.
I wanna be perfect
for my Daddy man.
I'm gonna be perfect
for my Kessler man."

"Oh."

"You're perfect tonight, baby.
You're always gonna be perfect,
as we get closer and closer
deeper and deeper.
You're always gonna look good to me,
'cause you're my darling."

Jamie hung his head; this guy was fantastic.

"I'm always gonna oil you up, baby,
and the one thing I ask
is that when you need your big Kessler man
inside this little body,
remember this moment.
You don't gotta say a word,
this is how you ask me for it.
You just get down on all fours,
on your hands and knees,
and show me.
Down on all fours,
your hands and knees,
and show me.
This is how you offer yourself,
you get down on all fours
and stick your ass up for me.
It's one thing for me to take you;
it's another for you
to offer yourself.
Don't gotta say nothin',
little puppy,
I'll always know.
'Cause I promise you, Jamie,
anytime I see you like this,
your ass up and ready for me,
showin' me what you want,
I'll give you what you need."

Jamie nodded a little.

Kent rubbed Jamie's butt and said,
"I know what you need, boy.
I've always known.
I got what you need, puppy.
Just breathe and relax,
'cause I got everything you need."

Jamie wasn't paying close attention anymore, just letting the words and sensations wash over him.

"You got what I need too, Jamie.
So I'm gonna start takin' you now." With an oily fuckfinger Kent penetrated him and said,
"I got what you need."

Jamie nearly collapsed. Kent said forecfully, "Arms straight, palms on the bed." Jamie got back up.
"All you gotta do
is show me you need it, boy.
Show me you need me.
Show me you want me.
Show me you're mine, boy,
and I'll never turn you down."

Jamie sighed, then revealed a surprising little thing; a little high-voiced whimper every time he got penetrated. Push, "Nnnh." Push, "Nnnh."

Kent loved having the power to cause that sound. He vowed to make him whimper for 50 years.

"This position's how you show me
what you need, little pup.
This here's your trainin' position.
Just put your ass in the air
for your Kessler man
and I'll take care of you."

And Kent started digging deeper. Jamie was so beyond ready. "Nnnh!"

Softly, kindly, Kent said,
"Got me a boy here,
so honest and open,
he lets me know he needs a stud;
so a stud's what you're gonna get.
Got me a beautiful boy
who's an actual virgin,
and has a man's balls to let me know
what you need.
Even asks me for trainin'.
Wants to be trained in
how to please his Daddy.

"Got me a boy
who's an incredible lover,
always wantin' to give
to the one you love. Aren't you."

Jamie looked over his shoulder at him; Kent was smiling with tender eyes.

He said,
"Got me a strong man here,
who's still a boy inside.
Rosy cheeks,
soft blond hair,
and a look sometimes,
as pure and open as a little boy.
Makes me wanna take real good care of him.

"I want you to know, son,
I love my little Oliver.
My boy's spectacular.
I'm gonna take the best care of you
any Daddy ever took.
I'm gonna satisfy you;
I'm gonna keep you safe and warm.
I am gonna be a good husband
and do your every bidding;
and the one thing I want
is that you learn to give yourself
to me completely,
like a good, obedient boy."

Before Jamie could even form a word, Kent's finger hit That Spot. "Augh!" Jamie groaned. Kent didn't even know what he'd done.

But he tried it again and Jamie said, "Oooohhh."

Feels a little different here, Kent thought. Jamie lost all control of his head, but Kent told him, "Palms on the bed."

Jamie started leaking pre-cum all the way down to the towel. "Nnnh."

Kent whispered in his ear,
"Boy loves this."

"Ohh," Jamie managed.

Kent rubbed that smooth little place and said,
"Your ass is startin'
to be mine now."

Jamie kinda nodded. His whole body was Kent's now.

"You belong to me."

Jamie gave up the ghost, no resistance of any kind. It was all so true.

Kent withdrew, stuck in his index finger as well, and opened Jamie up more. The whimper got louder.

They continued that way awhile, Jamie moaning Kent's praises, finally backing onto his fingers, ready to sign away his life savings, and Kent said,
"I know what you need, Jamie.
Time for my puppy
to get mounted."

It was the crudest thing Jamie'd ever heard, but it didn't really register. Nothing did anymore.

Kent stood on the floor, pulled him down to the foot of the bed so he could watch them in the mirrors. "Palms on the bed." Jamie stayed where Kent put him, and suddenly, the moment they'd both waited for was near.

Kent pulled out his cock, left his strap on and oiled himself up.

He got inside him a little ways.
"You guide me, baby.
You're in charge right now.
Once we get goin',
I'll take over.
But for now,
boy's in charge."

Jamie smiled; what a nice guy. How unbelievable their getting together.

But Kent just waited, so Jamie maneuvered a little, and soon Kent plunged deep into him.

He wasn't in so far that any pain started up, but oh, Kent felt good. They both did, even as Jamie adjusted to the shock and the aggression.

Gradually Kent worked in further, but still going slow, making this whole thing exquisite. They hadn't even really started yet, but Jamie was already a goner.

But in another few minutes Kent saw him tense up.
"Breathe for me, boy.
Tension is bad,
relaxing is good.
You don't want to fight me,
you want to give in."

Jamie kept breathing. In a minute or two Kent said,
"Half inch more,
then I'll back away."

So Kent did that, but he could tell Jamie was in pain.

Thirty seconds, then Kent said,
"Same place."

Ergh, just as bad or even worse. Kent didn't want to hurt him. They both hated this for a minute.

Jamie said, "Slow and gentle, same place. And stay."

So Kent went slow, a little less deep, and he slowly felt Jamie relax. Kent eased up, then came back, same place.
"Goin' slow, baby.
Good boy."

Jamie started breathing hard, but Kent knew to go on gently, and his dick didn't ever want to stop this. It had never felt anywhere near this good.

A man's ass is tight. It was so completely unlike what he was used to that Kent went physical. It took a few minutes but they were learning how to fuck. On their wedding night.

He loved the tightness. And something else rose up in his awareness: for the first time in his life, he got into the thrust. Power combined with desire, resulting in passion.

He didn't have to worry about hurting some girl, or listen to her complaints that he was too big. A Gay guy never complains about that, and Kent knew Jamie was tough.

Thrusting into him became the right thing to do. Kent didn't have to hold back anymore, not with a guy; the guilt he'd always felt, but never been aware of, simply vanished.

This boy expected him to thrust; this boy welcomed it. Jamie said without thinking, "Liberation is sexual."

"Oh God," Kent cried.

"Daddy. More, Daddy," Jamie said. So Kent gave him more, and still had plenty to go.

He clutched him around the neck and shoulders. "Oh, baby, you're unbelievable."

"Go, Daddy."

Kent slowly drove in further, then a little further. "What do you need, boy?"

Jamie's brain took half a minute to wake up. "Daddy's cock."

"Oh yeah.
Givin' you more, baby."

"Oh." Jamie felt the movement, the slow hard thrusts. He was getting fucked, by the man of his dreams, a considerate man, a good man; with a hard, persistent cock that only hinted at more aggression to come.

I'm getting fucked. Oh Kent, you're fucking me.

Kent kept on like that, then sped up just slightly.
"I still got more for ya, baby.
Don't fight me,
it don't do no good.
Don't fight me,
I'll make you feel good.
Just relax,
keep breathin',
deeper and deeper,
for your Daddy.
Keep breathin',
deeper and deeper,
I'm your Daddy."

Jamie moaned.

"You tell me
when you want it all, man.
Just stick your ass up,
that's how you ask me for it.
Don't gotta say nothin',
just gimme your body.
Just gimme your body,
and I'll make you Daddy's boy.
Your deepest desire,
deeper and deeper,
is to be Daddy's boy.
So I'm takin' you deeper,
deeper and deeper,
makin' you Daddy's boy."

Jamie experienced what deeper was like, knowing there was more but feeling this, Kent deep inside him, making him feel such ecstasy; love, power, strength, everything he wanted—but feeling it was so far beyond mere thoughts.

His ass spoke directly to Kent's cock, no words, just motion. You are the greatest!

Kent's cock heard him loud and clear, they were completely in tune now.
"Boy's a tight squeeze
for Daddy's cock.
A real tight squeeze
on Daddy's cock.
A talented boy,
a real good squeeze
for Daddy's cock."

Jamie hung his head and thought, Darling.

"You're wantin' it
all the way,
but you're gonna ask me for it.
So be a man
and show me the truth,
you gotta ask me for it.
To get Daddy's cock,
all the way,
just ask me for it.
Ass up, reachin' for more,
reachin' for me,
that's how you get it.
Don't gotta talk,
the main thing's simple,
just reach up for my cock.
I got what you need, baby." Kent kissed Jamie's neck.
"Boy needs Daddy's cock."

Jamie pushed himself higher, closer to that cock. All the way, Daddy. Please. All the way.

"Oh yeah, baby,
just like that.
I got what you need."

Kent thrust hard, fully inside him for the first time; it made Jamie's eyes roll around. All the way was a lot more than he realized. Kent was halfway up his guts.

But it started to feel really good, and Jamie kept reaching up and back, and Kent started to fuck him for real. Jamie whimpered on every stroke, "Nnnh."

"Oh yeah, puppy.
This is how you get mounted.
Just like this, puppy,
it's how you get mounted,
like a dog."

Never had Kent's cock felt more power. He got all the way in that puppy and rubbed his balls on his perineum.

Kent reached around and pulled Jamie's chin up and back, whispering in his ear, "Finally. What I been waitin' for."

Kent kissed his neck, then started sucking it. With his chin up, Jamie couldn't get away.

From there they drifted and thrust into pure physical sensation, a breakthrough moment, "Boy gives me his virginity. It's mine to take, so I'm takin' it."

Jamie pushed his ass up higher, "I am so fucking glad."

Kent began a series of statements to condition his mind. "Puppy gets mounted by his Commander.

"Trainin' this boy to get mounted by my cock.

"It's somethin' to be proud of; boy's got the courage to ask for what he needs.

"Boy's got the balls to find himself a man.

"Boy's got the balls to get down on all fours, doggy-style. Where you belong. The way you need it.

"Cock's what you need, boy. I knew the day we met. Boy needs cock up his ass.

"All I had to do was listen to you. Boy calls me a stud 'cause he's tryin' to find one. Calls me Commander, hopin' I'll finally take charge. Boy does what he's told, if the man's strong enough. Otherwise Jamie's the strongest one in the room, the man among men. Makes the FBI back down, makes the governor; but he's secretly hopin' a man'll show up and finally give him what he needs, a big cock up his little boy ass, a man he can submit to, love and respect and submit to. I'm what you need, baby. And you're gonna submit to me from now on. You're gonna submit, to me and no one else, just me. You're gonna submit to me forever, aren'tcha."

Jamie felt that cock plowing into him, opening him up, body and soul. And yes, he would do whatever Kent wanted.

"You wanna submit to me, don't you?" SMACK! "Don't you?"

"Oh, yes, sir." Jamie had never called a man sir in his life; the word just slipped out. This man was Darling.

"Ohh," Kent shuddered, "calls me sir. Don't gotta be told to, calls me sir on his own. You're gonna submit to me all the time, aren'tcha."

It was more a prediction than a command. "Yes sir."

"I'm what you need, ain't I."

"Yes sir! Jeez, you feel good."

"Learnin' to submit to me. You're mine now, Jamie. You're mine. Aren'tcha."

SMACK! "Yes sir! I'm yours, Kent, I'm yours, I'm yours, I'm yours."

Kent yelped, wrapped his arm around Jamie's abs and buried his cock up that little blond ass. "Yeah, this is how my puppy gets mounted." He thrust as far inside as he could get.



Evidently that word meant a lot, but Jamie couldn't think. He had cock up his ass. Kessler cock, which he'd never even seen. He didn't care whether it was five inches or ten, it was perfect. "Got me a Kessler man."

"Yes, you did," Kent growled, slapping Jamie's ass.

Kent slipped off his gold chain and clasped it around Jamie's neck. It felt warm on his skin. "You're married, boy; you're mine now. You belong to me."

Jamie gasped at that; he loved everything about this, the slaps on his behind, the chain on his neck. "Darling," he moaned, "forever."

His hard dick bobbed up and down as Kent fucked him. Jamie smiled and stuck his ass up to get more.

"Yeah!" Kent cried. "Blondboy loves it. Man, come and get it!"

Jamie did, pushing back with his hands, arching his torso.

He was getting slammed by a Kessler man.

He was submitting; he didn't choose it, it just happened, and he let it. He let Kent have him, all the fucking way.

Kent turned Jamie's jaw to the side, "Look in the mirror." Jamie looked at it. "This is you gettin' married."

Jamie cried out. He saw a muscleman pounding into a little guy's ass. He blinked, and the little guy stared right back at him. They looked so little and the big guy looked so big.

It took Jamie a minute to realize he was the boy.

He looked at the muscleguy's face, which was lit up with lust. "Remember this, baby. This is you gettin' married. This is you gettin' fucked."

And Jamie just knelt there, down on all fours. He pointed at the mirror and said, "Puppy."

The boy in the mirror pointed back at him. "Yeah," Kent exulted. "Like you were born to be."

The blond in the mirror did look like he was having great fun; Jamie leaned his head back on his shoulders and laughed out loud.



In another few minutes, though, he began to feel fatigue in his arms and shoulders. "Kent, change maybe?"

"Sure." And in one little flip Jamie was on his back, looking up at a black-haired, sweat-soaked muscleman.

At that moment it finally occured to Jamie to check out Kent's dick, but already it split him wide open.

"Ohh," Jamie wailed, "darling!"

"Yeah," Kent muttered, "fuckin' my little blondboy."

It was huge fun for several minutes, then Jamie said, "Do you…? Can we…"

Kent stopped immediately but didn't withdraw. "What, baby?"

"Slower? And gentle for a little while? Make love to me, our first time. Please, would you make love to me a little while?"

"Of course, sweetheart. Man, do I love this!"

"Then a great big ending maybe, whatever you want?"

Kent kissed him. "You got it, baby."

"Oh." Kent went a lot slower, and for the first time in his life Jamie got kissed by the lover who was fucking him. He got halfway weepy over that, and grabbed Kent's shoulders to pull him closer.

"What?" Kent said. "Feelings, not thoughts."

"Just how I always imagined."

"This position?"

"Yes sir. I love this."

"Why? What makes it great?"

"I can see you. We can see each other. I get to see your face."

"Aww," Kent gushed, kissing him some more. "Boy likes my face."

"I love seeing you, Kessler man."

"Oh, baby, if you knew what that does to me." So Kent showed him with his dick instead.

"Big handsome guy I just melt for; I want to see you. I want us to see each other." Jamie grabbed Kent's hips and pulled him as close as men can get.

Kent kept kissing him; Jamie stayed hard all through it. For the first time maybe, Kent got into the oralness of kissing, which was Jamie's all-time biggest turnon. Kent stuffed his tongue in that hot wet mouth, which gobbled for more of him.

Kent realized something else; he loved having Jamie's hands on his ass, pulling him closer.

Kent shook out his hair, which sent a few drops of sweat flying onto his lover's face. Jamie's tongue reached out to try and get it. And he must have tasted a drop, because he cried, "Oh my God, cover me with Kessler sweat!"

"I got everything you need, baby. And everything's what you're gonna get." Kent pinned Jamie's hands overhead.

Jamie's eyes flew open, big as saucers, in complete shock; Kent would not let him go, but smiled at him and fucked him deep. "Powerman, baby. I'm the guy you need."

Jamie lay there defenseless, his mouth open as Kent kept smiling, inviting him, encouraging, fucking him, making him feel fantastic. "Said you love power. Boy, that's what I got. So you're gonna feel it now. You're gonna surrender to the power."

This moment of maximum revelation contained their whole future. Kent's goal was to turn him on to power like never before. He prodded and plumbed that little ass, then saw a flicker burst into flames.

Jamie panted. His mind wasn't working, but he knew his lover was taking over. "Fuck me, Daddy. Just like this. Fuck me hard, Daddy, fuck me hard!"

Jamie's cock pulsed up and down, and his ass opened up even more. "Take it, pretty boy," Kent smiled. "It's okay, just our secret, no one'll ever know. I love you this way, seein' you surrender to me."

"Oh, God. Fucked by the man of my dreams!"

"Learnin' to give in to me, little guy, the man you love who adores you! Now the time is right, baby, show me what you feel. What do you want, baby? What do you need?"

A dam broke, floodwaters rushed out. "I need you, sir! I need your fuckin' cock!"

"You surrender, baby? You give? You ain't gettin' away from me. You ain't never gettin' away. You gonna keep on fightin', or you gonna give up?"

"I'm not fighting you, sir!"

"That's what you're sayin' now, but what about ten minutes from now, when you start tryin' to control me again? You gonna give up, Jamie? You gonna surrender? Try gettin' away, see if you can do it. Try it, maybe you can."

Jamie tried to get his hands free, but they were locked over his head. He thrashed around writhing, yet he barely moved.

Kent looked deep in his eyes, "I know what you need, baby. Surrender."

Jamie looked afraid for a second, but Kent just beamed at him, full of love.

And suddenly Jamie quit fighting. Joy spread over Kent's face. "You gotta say it, though. 'Sir, I give up, I surrender.' Words mean a lot to you, so you're sayin' 'em."

Jamie relaxed his whole body, "Sir, I give up. Let me be yours forever."

"Yeah. You're my boy now." Kent spread Jamie's legs and drilled him as deep as cock could go. He never let up on those wrists. "You ain't gettin' away from me, boy."

"No sir. Don't want to."

"Even if you did, you ain't goin' nowhere. You're mine now." And Kent stuffed him full of cock.

Jamie stared at him in awe. "I want to be."

"That's what makes this so beautiful, Jamie. But even if you don't wanna be, you're mine now. Try it again and see."

Jamie tried to push his wrists up off the mattress, but he couldn't, they were pinned. Kent had the advantage over him, the weight, the gravity. But he didn't hurt Jamie's wrists, he just stapled him there. And smiled at him.

Kent was Academy-certified in Non-Violent Restraint. If need be he could immobilize Jamie for hours. Someday maybe he would, but not tonight; tonight was the introduction to how it was going to be. Kent held him down and fucked his little ass.

The man of Jamie's dreams pinned him to the bed and fucked him , making him feel better than he ever had. "Like this? All the time?"

"All the time, ten thousand fantasies, and a boy who asks me for trainin'. You tell me, is this how it's gonna be?"

Jamie searched Kent's eyes; no danger, no rapacious greed, no abuse. Kent smiled as he fucked him. "Yes sir. I love you, Kent," Jamie smiled back. "Man, are you great."

Kent kept driving. "And I love you. You're turnin' into a great little trainee."

"I'm a little scared of one thing, though."

"Not now. Relax, don't fight me. Say what you want but don't fight me. I'm fuckin' you, boy, no matter what."

"No fighting, sir. Just don't take away my masculinity. Can't be your boy if I'm not male."

"I'm gonna love seein' you in your boots, little man. Little blond cowboy. What color's your hat?"

"White."

Kent laughed his ass off. "Boys in white always fall for men in black. You like a little danger, don'tya, leatherboy. You need a little lawlessness in your life."

"Maybe so, sir."

"God, I love it when you call me that! Finally, boy learns to respect the cock that mounts him. Finally, after all this fuckin' time."

Jamie's abs started to quiver. He'd never expected a bit of this. "I'm okay to you? I want to be."

"Baby boy, you're fuckin' perfect!"

"Fuck me, Daddy. Please?"

Kent kissed him. "You were born for this cock. Made to get slammed down and fucked."

Jamie gasped, out of control. "I didn't know!"

"It's okay, baby, I did. You are so beautiful when you surrender to me."

"Gimme cock, Daddy, please?"

Kent frowned. "Please what?"

"Please, sir!"

"Yeah." Kent plowed into him and speeded up the tempo. "Little virgin boy discovers Kessler cock."

"Kessler cock's the best!"

"Damn right. Which is why you won't go lookin' for it nowhere else. Will ya."

"No, sir, never, I promise!"

"Most beautiful boy in the world. You are mine, son, mine and no one else's. Whenever you need cock you come to Daddy."

"I will!"

"All you gotta do is get down on all fours and ask, puppy. I ain't never gonna turn you down."

"Oh God, how did this happen?"

"You're mine, boy. Ain't that what you want?"

"Yes, sir!" Jamie had never in his life deferred to someone else, he wasn't the type. At least he didn't think so, but here he was begging for it. "Kessler cock up my ass!"

"Yeah. I got what you need, man, long as you got the balls to tell me the truth. Yet that's the part I never doubted; you just have to be shown, given permission. Boy's got to be trained."

"Tell me I'm still a man to you."

"Totally. But I took one look at you and said, the perfect fucktoy. Oh, baby, you are so gorgeous. And you fuckin' feel so good. God, I've never felt nothin' like this."

Jamie lay his head back, shut his eyes and let the big man fuck him. He rolled his ass around to get more.

From then on he gave himself to the cock. He started squeezing it, twisting his hips, gyrating, wanting to give this cock joy.

Kent exclaimed, his eyes blazed. "I'm always gonna love you, little boy, and I'm always gonna treat you sweet. But I'm lettin' you know, Mr. Fantasy Banker, Mr. Schemin' Little Fucktoy in the leather jacket, Mr. Ivy League Intellectual with the twitchin' blond behind, when you mess with me, I'm gonna mess with you. You ain't never seen competition for who's on top like I am. 'Cause I play to win!" Jamie's eyes shone at this outburst, but Kent kept smiling at him, approving of him, dominating him.

Kent pressed him down and started driving deeper and faster. "If it's Kessler cock you need, it's Kessler cock you're gonna get. Some no-account lunk, huh? A big dumb farmboy from Crawfordsville, Indiana. Some blue collar cop, the kind you Gay boys fantasize about down in German Village and the Short North."

Jamie gasped; those are Columbus neighborhoods, his office was in the Short North.

"The high school quarterback you wanted but didn't get, 'cause you had to be discreet and never tell no one, even though you're a jock too, every bit his equal. Well, guess what, little boy. The quarterback wanted you too, but was too damn dumb to know it!"

"Oh, Kent, I love you so much. We're together now, let's be together always."

"Open your mouth," Kent demanded, fucking him harder than ever. "Stick out your tongue."

Jamie stuck out his tongue; Kent scrunched down and laid a wad of spit right on it. "Ooh," he marveled, "Jamie gets a taste of my precious bodily fluids."

Jamie laughed; they were both now officially crazy. They laughed together.

Then Kent shifted, to shove Jamie's wrists together and pin them with one big Kessler hambone. Jamie tried to push up again, but Kent still had the angle and the weight. With his left hand he held Jamie's face and said, "You know what? I'm glad I got what you want, Jamie; I'm glad you need this dick. Startin' now, you got an unlimited supply. All you gotta do is obey me. Got that? The way to get my cock is to obey me. Will you do that?"

"I think so, sir, um…"

"Questions tomorrow, not tonight. Tomorrow we'll talk when our brains come back."

"Okay. Right, sir."

"Obey me. And no matter when or where, I'll be there for ya, baby. Ten thousand fantasies, sweetheart, plus your birthdays and leap years too.

"And when you gotta be aggressive, when you ain't in no mood to be my little punk, when the little guy who's big in all the right places has to prove it one more time 'cause he's Foster the supermodel, the great reporter, always bein' chased by people, but who's entitled to get it on with a real live man for once in his life—I'm the one. Jamie, darling, I'm the one. Fuck me blind till I'm crawlin' on the floor, I don't care. I've got to be your husband."

He fucked him fast and hard like a major league athlete. Jamie groaned, "Oh, Commander, marry me. Make me your boy. I'm yours, Kent, please let me be yours. Change my name if I have to, I've got to be a Kessler boy!"

From those perfect words it started, that electrical charge that every body knows. Kent's toes started curling, his scalp went spastic, his torso started shaking, he opened up his tingling legs and slammed his cock home—shooting Kessler sperm right up that hot little ass, over and over and over again, till there weren't any babies left.

"Oh God!" he cried, "beautiful boy, you are mine!"

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Afterwards, minutes later, Kent stayed sprawled on top of his lover, still inside him, kissing him, holding him and whispering, "You're mine now, Jamie. You're mine, so tell me you'll be mine forever."

"Forever." Kent's upper body was covered with sweat, and Jamie started licking up his biceps with big long strokes. Something about licking Kent's skin that excited him.

Finally he dived into that jungle armpit like he was dying of thirst. Kent's sweat tasted like candy testosterone; Jamie had to get every drop. Kent held his head in place, then showered him with kisses.

Finally Kent withdrew, stood up, crossed Jamie's ankles so he was face down, reached into his gym bag, found a jock strap (size small) and a black marker—shoved the jock up Jamie's legs and autographed the back of it, KESSLER 22 and the date, MOUNTED & MINE.

Jamie lay there in a daze, property of a Kessler Man, as his neck adusted to an unfamiliar chain and his ass composed love songs. Franz Schubert should be so lyrical.

What the hell just happened? Jamie was a top until an hour ago. Now he laughed into his pillow like a fool. Behind him in the half-bath, Kent took a piss and laughed too.

Then he dove onto Jamie, turned him over, got his cock out and made love to him. Sucked him, not that well maybe, but fine for a first time, as the squealing boy went nuts.

Finally Kent asked how to get him off. "Should I jack you off? Show me how, baby, train me. Please, I wanna see my little boy's cockjuice."

"Give me some oil and play with my ass? Kent, I'm so thrilled."

Kent got hard and penetrated him again, Jamie turned on his side and wanked, which became a perfect position for reaching back and kissing, and from there it didn't take long at all, Jamie was so beyond excitement. He flopped onto his back, Kent pounded his ass and soon Jamie splattered them both with cockjuice.

They were amazed at the trajectory; Kent got cum on his shoulder and Jamie landed some on his chin.

They celebrated, rolled around in stickyjuice, and in an afterglow of ecstasy, slowly began to fall quiet in each other's arms.

"Greatest night of my life," Kent told the universe. "Greatest guy I ever met. Beautifullest blondboy ever. And he's mine. I'm his, he's mine. We… are… Kessler men."

"We got married tonight," Jamie said in amazement.

"Thank you, God," Kent mumbled.

"Amen."


A little later Kent asked, "How do you like to sleep? On your back, your side, your stomach?"

"I usually start out on my back, but in a few minutes I always turn over onto my stomach."

"I'm a back sleeper pretty much; sometimes I wake up on my side. Get comfortable, baby. When you want to turn over, lean on me."

So Jamie lay on his back, with the sweet scent of Kent in his nostrils; he liked stretching out. It was good for his spine to lie on his back.

But in a few minutes he wanted to turn over, so he did, his face on Kent's shoulder, his hand lightly grasping the other side.

"Oh, pretty boy," Kent breathed, "greatest fucking night of my life."

Jamie slid closer to Kent's armpit. Kent reached down to pat Jamie's butt. They lay that way together a few minutes.

Softly Kent said in that same seductive voice, "Snuggle in, baby. Daddy's got ya."

"Mmm." Kent breathed as Jamie listened and felt his man's heartbeat.

"I know it's askin' a lot for you to obey me. My boy's a man, I know that, even though you look 16 sometimes. Pink cheeks, innocent eyes, I ain't never seen no one like you.

"I ain't tryin' to lord it over ya, baby, even though I am kinda; it's too complicated to explain right now, so let it wait till the mornin'. I just want you to obey me at certain times. Not all the time, baby, I promise; just when it's time to fuck. I do want that, and you're gonna give it to me, but it don't mean I disrespect you, or won't follow you plenty of times. I will, man, I promise. I know you're all grown up; hell, you provided for a disabled guy, when I ain't never provided for no one.

"When it comes to sex, you called me sir; I didn't ask you to, but I totally loved it when you said that. I wanna be the guy you look up to, Jamie; I wanna be your hero so damn bad."

Jamie licked Kent's big nipple and murmured, "Anything you want, you get."

"I know I'm egotistical; I tried to tell you. But I guess until you see it full-out, you wouldn't know what I mean. I'm a Kessler Man, Jamie; where I come from that counts for somethin', so I try to live up to it.

"Still, my Dad'd be the first one to smack me down if I was selfish; he was never selfish with my Mom. Those two had the best marriage anybody ever seen; and I just want us to be like them, in a Gay way I guess, two guys.

"Jamie, I ain't never gonna undermine your masculinity; hell, that's the thing I like the best about you."

Jamie heard that; he was sleepy but he stayed tuned in.

"We got a lotta talkin' to do. It'll have to wait till tomorrow and the next day, the next six months. I wanna talk, baby. I know we got a lot to learn about each other.

"But here's how I see it tonight, okay? You don't gotta listen, go ahead and fall asleep if you want to. But somehow I gotta get this out." Kent sighed, "I'm so emotional right now."

Jamie reached his lips up to kiss Kent's neck. "Don't distrust your feelings; your openness is what I like best about you."

"Well, Dad could get pretty emotional about my Mom, so I guess I ain't doin' too damn bad.

"Jamie, I loved my father."

"Stud, he loved you right back."

"Yes, he did. He was confusin' at times, I never really knew how he'd react to anything, but he was always there for me, and when he criticized he was prob'ly right; but I know he loved me. He was thrilled when I made the Bigs."

Jamie massaged Kent's biceps, a home run hitter's arm.

"Here's what I'm tryin' to say. I want you to obey me, yes, one hour a night when I'm fuckin' you. When you gave me them 10,000 fantasies, I just lit up. I'm gonna use 'em all, boy, I promise you that."

"Good."

"But that's just an hour a day, baby, and the other 23 hours, I promise I'll do whatever you say. You run things, man; you're better at it, I know you are. My life is so much better just from bein' around you. We gotta strike a balance, and 23-1 seems right to me. I want a sweet, submissive boy in my bedroom; I admit it. I always did, even though I didn't know it till you walked in.

"But I don't want a doormat, I don't want a punk; I want a man who can direct me and show me things too. About living; about what's important in this world.

"And I know I got the best possible guy to do that for me." Kent sighed. "Jamie, I'm an ignorant hick."

"No, you're not. You're very smart. You have kinetic intelligence and emotional intelligence that are very rare, Kent. Your thinking is logical and your values are just."

Kent mulled those over. "Well, I think we can be a good combo if you'll accept my system. You do what I want in the bedroom, I'll do whatever you want everywhere else."

"Twenty-three hours to one?"

"Yeah, baby. I want that one hour, but I want the 23 too.

"And it don't mean I won't let you get aggressive. I know I got a man here, he ain't some passive hole. I aim to please you so bad you won't never go to someone else. I want you to be a whole person, just like I get to be who I really am."

Jamie exhaled deeply. "Oh, studman, fuck me again."

"You mean it?"

"Of course. If not tonight, tomorrow; fuck me again."

"Oh baby, you got the prettiest damn ass there ever was."

They lay together, grooving.

Kent said, "What tonight means is we're takin' on responsibilities to each other. It's a big thing to say 'Obey me,' like I'm hot stuff. I ain't, I know better than that. But it is what I want, and it does fit my system, and I promise if you can see your way to it, I'll make it worth your while."

"Responsibilites. Yeah."

"I swear to God I'll always keep you safe and warm. You will never be cold again, Jamie, I'll see to that."

"Really?" Jamie was interested in this.

"I know you hate the cold, so when we go to the grocery store, I'll drive us and drop you off right at the front door. I'll meet you inside, then I'll cut out at the checkout line and bring the car. Every time, long as we live, Jamie gets door to door. Ain't gonna let my boy get cold. He hates that shit, so it ain't happenin'."

Jamie chuckled. "That's a lot to promise."

"I know, but I will never let you be cold. And it goes with other promises; I will always keep you safe. I will protect you; please let me protect you. I'm your bodyguard, Jamie, ain't no one gettin' between us again."

"Oh, darling."

"I know you're strong; I seen it. You took on them killers like the trash they were. Oh, God, do I admire that. I can fuckin' quote you word for word."

"I don't remember."

"I know, baby. I'm just sayin', as strong as you are, I'm your bodyguard from here on out. No one will ever get between us. You're my boy."

"Let me guard your body too."

"Yeah, absolutely. I need you, baby; I need someone watchin' my back. I need you for my Partner, man; not my boy, not my punk-ass, but my Partner. My husband, the one I can count on if the goin' gets rough."

"This could be a good system, mister."

"Oh baby, I've tried to think of everything. I know you'll come up with things I ain't thought of, and believe me I want to hear every last one of 'em.

"In the meantime, I want to provide for you, honor you and cherish you, like in our vows tonight. I'm so glad you thought of that. You're the one who's helpin' me get my act together finally, post-baseball. I've tried to do right, but I've never gotten into a good groove. 'Cause I needed someone to love me, the way I really am; egotistical, dominant, a good cop I think; but otherwise a scared, lonely guy who never could figure out why there wasn't no one to love me.

"And then, finally, in walked Jamie, ready to love me, and let me bend him over, and ballsy enough not to give a fuck what the preacher says. It's right there on your business card, Ohio Gay Times. Man, I fuckin' slobbered over that thing."

Jamie chuckled. "I will obey you, Kent, and I'll watch your back."

Kent pulled him up and kissed him. "You're mine now, little stud."

Jamie nodded crisply, "Yes sir, big stud."

"Oh God," Kent moaned. "Bless this boy forever. Let me be worthy of him."

"When we argue, help us work it out."

"When he starts lookin' at some other guy, remind him I got a big dick."

"Remind him I've got a better track record at monogamy than he does."

"Ain't that the truth," Kent laughed. "But I got my parents, and I got a system, and if you will help us, Lord, that will be enough."

From there Jamie just meditated; if you will help us, Lord, that will be enough.

In a minute Kent quietly started snoring.

Jamie listened for a little while, then matched his breathing with the snoring, which is almost a comfort when you love someone. And they slept.++