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I surveyed my efforts with a proud eye. Had I been a contestant on the TV show ‘Come Dine With Me’ I reckoned I’d have stood a damn good chance of winning, if I managed to hold my temper and not shove the pavlova in the face of some pretentious git intent on using their five minutes of fame to be rude and nasty to everyone else. I especially detest contestants who claim to be ‘plain speakers.’ Being a plain speaker generally translates to being a spiteful, mean-minded bully who wields words as weapons to intimidate and demoralise other folk. Whoops, sorry, another small rant slipped in there.

Food prepared I turned my attention to the venue, transforming the dining room table into a thing of splendour. Had it been a boat it would have been a grand ocean going liner. I polished it until the surface gleamed and then set it with elegant black glass place mats, thin white china, plain crystal glasses, silver cutlery and a floral arrangement of white roses and carnations set off with ivy picked from the garden. As taught by Eileen I’d washed and dried it and then polished each leaf with a smear of sweet almond oil. It enhanced the green colour and brought out the variations in the leaves as well as making them shine. The final touch was a crisp white linen napkin at each place setting.

It looked gorgeous, like something out of a Homes and Gardens magazine shoot. I was a satisfied and happy houseboy. I get a kick out of doing my job well and there is nothing like a well dressed dining table. It turns a meal into an occasion. I’ve come a long way from fish finger and ketchup sandwiches served up on chipped earthenware, though I still rather enjoy a fish finger sarnie from time to time. Never let it be said that this boy rejects all aspects of his humble past.

I was walking past the lounge on my way upstairs to make myself beautiful for my lord and masters when I heard Dick’s mobile ring. He was still snoozing away in front of the telly so I picked it up off the coffee table to see who was calling. It was Shane, probably to say he was almost home. I answered the call. He sounded less than pleased to hear my voice instead of Dick’s, snapping a command for me to wake him up pronto, which I did.

He wasn’t almost home. In fact he wasn’t coming home at all, not that evening.

He was staying an extra night and travelling back sometime on Sunday. We were to go ahead with the dinner party, as it would be a shame to disappoint guests and waste good food.

I was upset on several counts. I’d slogged my fucking guts out all afternoon, and for what? To be told, second hand, my efforts had been a waste of time. Poor Dick got the broad end of my annoyance. “Why couldn’t he have told me he wasn’t coming home instead of him telling me to wake you so he could tell you to tell me? Is it beneath him to talk to me directly? What am I, one of the fucking untouchables?”

“It’s nothing personal, honey, as well you know. He’s old school. It’s natural for him to give information to me before you. He sounded tired and in a hurry. I expect he didn’t…” Dick trailed off so I finished the sentence for him.

“He didn’t want to listen to me whine and moan and ask for things like an explanation as to why he’s let me work my nuts off all day when he knew he wouldn’t be coming home.”

Dick’s eyes darkened to a shade of exasperation. “Don’t start with one of your bloody diatribes, Gilli. It wasn’t like that at all. He had planned to come back today.

He was looking forward to this evening, but Penny has got herself in a state over John again so he’s staying to lend his support. They’re his family after all. Have some sympathy.”

“There’s no point in having a birthday dinner if the birthday person isn’t going to be at it. It’s like having a fucking wake without a corpse.” I tugged crossly at my greasy food stained top. “He tells me not to buy him a present and now he won’t even allow me the pleasure of making him a nice dinner.”

“He told me not to buy him a gift this year either, Gilli. There’s nothing he needs or wants so stop moaning.”

“I’m not moaning. I’m stating my case. Seeing as you’re first wife and he’s your legal husband it’s up to you to call people and cancel. I’m going out for a walk.”

Dick immediately put his dominant hat on. “If you think you’re going down to the Rose and Crown to wallow in lager and self-pity you can think again.” He jabbed a long finger at me. “Shane said to go ahead and that’s what we’re going to do. You’re disappointed, fair enough so am I, but it isn’t the end of the world.”

I jumped as he landed a stinger of a slap to the side of my left thigh. It made my eyes spring water. Shane often targets my tender thigh area, but not Dick.

“Take that sullen look off your face and go and get ready. Go on.” He turned me towards the door and gave me a little push. “Do as you’re told and do it without arguing for once or I’ll take a paddle to your bare backside.”

Dick’s gentle exterior hides a seam of grittier material. He looked and sounded like he meant what he said. I hastened upstairs to shower.

I was drying off in the bedroom when my mobile heralded the arrival of a message. It was from Shane:
stop sulking, enjoy the evening, don’t drink over quota.

X.
It wasn’t exactly a sugarcoated apology for snapping my balls off and for failing to be at his own party, but all the same it made me feel better. It was attention and I like attention and if that makes me immature so be it. I don’t give a rat’s rectum.

Dick came into the bedroom. He still looked cross so I offered an apology of my own. “Sorry for being a grouch, Dick.”

His expression softened. “I know you feel let down, hun, but it’s just one of those things. Your trouble is you invest far too much emotion in things and you don’t allow for any margin of change or error.”

He came over to me, slipping his arms around me, pulling me into a hug. “Shane wouldn’t have cancelled if he could avoid it. He enjoys sharing his birthday with us.

He isn’t exactly having fun down there you know. From the sounds of it Penny has been giving him a hard time about our ceremony again.” He patted my bottom. “By the way be nice to Leo tonight. I don’t want you taking out your disappointment on him.”

“I’m always nice to him.”

“No, Gilli, you’re not. You often take grievances you have with Shane out on him by proxy, because you know he can’t deal with you in the same way Shane can.”

“I don’t.” I frowned, determined to maintain my role as underdog when it came to Leo. “It’s him who winds me up.”

“Only because you wind him up first. I mean it, Gil. If you give Leo any hassle or lip I’ll punish you. Don’t think you’re going to get away with murder because Shane isn’t here.”

I changed the subject. “What’s going on with his pappy anyway?”

Dick shrugged. “Penny has got it into her head he’s developing Alzheimer’s. She says he’s been a bit confused and forgetful lately. He says she’s talking nonsense. She wants him to see a doctor, but he’s refusing.”

“Being forgetful is natural for older people, it doesn’t mean he’s got Alzheimer’s.

She always has to get hysterical over nothing.”

Dick raised his eyebrows, saying dryly, “I know someone else who gets hysterical over nothing.”

“Yeah, you’d think a man of Shane’s age and status would have learned to get a grip by now.” I gave a shout of laughter as Dick slapped at my arse and then wrestled me onto the bed flat on my back, pinning my hands above my head and straddling my body with his knees.

“Such impertinence deserves serious penance.” He grinned down at me, the light of kinkiness shining bright in his eyes, making the trouser pup squirm with fearful yet delicious anticipation. “How shall I punish my naughty northern boy?” He produced a thoughtful look. “Perhaps I’ll teach you your place by putting you in cock bondage, the seven gates of hell, or maybe I’ll make you wear a chastity cage all evening.”

I smirked, safe in the knowledge he wouldn’t do either. “You’re not allowed to use bondage or chastity devices on me, not without Shane’s permission and supervision. I doubt he’ll appreciate you calling him at his father’s house to ask if you can cage my cock.”

“True.” He looked thoughtful again and then gave a wicked smile accompanied by a lecherous wink and a sexy thrusting of his pelvis against mine. “Then it’ll have to be the back door intruder.”

Mention of the fiendish little device caused my eyes to widen and the trouser pup to salivate slightly. The device in question is comprised of a stainless steel cock ring with a sort of curved bar attachment that has a fat steel ball screwed onto the end of it.

The ring is placed at the very base of the penis and balls, the bar curves under the perineum and the ball slips into the anus. I actually enjoy wearing it as part of sex play. I love the sensation of having a rock hard erection and a crammed arse. Oral sex is mind blowing with it on. My favourite position is to kneel on all fours taking Shane’s thick heavily veined cock down my throat while Dick is under me teasing my dick and balls with his tongue and mouth. Every lick, suck and thrust brings about the most amazing arousal and finally an orgasm that leaves me trembling from head to toe.

However, wearing the intruder during a sex session would be altogether different to wearing it all evening while undertaking my duties as host. Walking around would be exquisite agony with the ring tugging on my cock and the ball probing my love tunnel. I’d need to be dressed in a loose flowing caftan to stop my erection showing.

I shook my head. “No, Dick, please. I won’t be able to concentrate on serving dinner.”

“That’s where self-control comes in, sweetheart, it’ll be good practice for you.

Think of the sex we’ll have afterwards.”

“I don’t want to, not with guests around. I’ll be totally self-conscious all evening.

I’ll die of embarrassment if anyone spots I’ve got wood in my pants and anyway I’ve only ever worn it for a short time. I don’t think I could stand it for a few hours, not without having several spontaneous orgasms. I’ll end up chucking food all over the place. And I’ll be scared in case it stops my circulation. I don’t fancy my cock and balls atrophying and dropping off during dinner. They’ll slide down my trouser leg and I’ll have to kick them into a corner in case someone mistakes them for canapés and tries to eat them.”

“You mad boy.” Dick started to laugh, his lovely eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. He has a playful aspect and enjoys my daft banter, whereas Shane doesn’t appreciate my sense of humour. He says it’s a subversive attempt to control a situation more often than not.

Leaning down, Dick kissed me tenderly on the lips. “Don’t worry, baby.” Sensing my underlying anxiety he set aside amusement to reassure me. “I’m not going to make you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable and stressed. It would defeat the object.”

He kissed my mouth again and then my throat, gradually moving his lips down to my shoulder and then my chest, flicking his tongue over my skin with delicate arousing precision. I closed my eyes, arching my back, moaning a little as his teeth nipped at my tits making the areolas flush and the nubs stand proud. He still had my hands pinned above my head otherwise I would have entwined my fingers in his soft brown hair. I love the feel of his hair. I was hoping his kisses would find their way down to my groin where the pup waited eagerly to receive them. They didn’t.

I gave a little whimper of frustrated disappointment as he released my hands, un— straddled me and got off the bed. “Dick!” I sat up speaking his name in protest.

He put a finger to his lips, “hush up and stay put while I go fetch something.”

He left the room and I lay back on the bed putting my hands behind my head, wondering what he was up to and hoping he wasn’t searching the kitchen for goose grease or some other culinary sex aid. A chill ran over my skin as I recalled there was a large butternut squash in the veggie rack. I offered a prayer for him not to spot it. I didn’t fancy him trying to use it as a butt plug, not on me anyway, especially not greased with goose fat. I’d end up roasting it. I’d have to complain to Shane about him using my arse as a stand in for an Aga oven.

To my relief there was no sign of vegetables when he came back into the bedroom. The only things he had clasped in his hands were two square velvet boxes.

He sat down on the bed and I sat up. “What have you got there, Dick?”

“A pretty jewel for my pretty pet.” He smiled mysteriously and held the boxes out, one on the palm of each hand. “Choose one and open it.”

“Okay.” I grinned and took the box balanced on his left hand, opening it with a little thrill of cautionary anticipation, lifting out the object inside. It was a butt plug, but none like I’d seen before. It was small, but heavy, made from polished stainless steel. The end was adorned with a round sapphire blue crystal. I’d heard of anal jewellery, but never seen any. I liked it. Holding it up I admired the sparkle of light on the crystal stone.

“Excellent choice. Blue like your eyes.” Dick opened the other box and showed me the contents. It was another plug; only the gemstone was a rich emerald green in colour. “Shane forbade me to buy him anything for his birthday, but I figured he wouldn’t mind me buying us something that would also please him. I planned on giving them to him this evening when he got home, so he could dress us for dinner in a way only he could admire. I thought it would be a nice surprise for you as well as him.”

“They’re brilliant, Dick,” I smiled, “really cool.”

“Seeing as Shane isn’t here and I’m the head of the house.” He set aside the emerald plug and lifted mine from my hand. “You’re going to wear yours this evening to please me. They’re designed for long term wear and they’re discreet. Only you and I will know. Be a good boy. Get up and bend over the bed, spread your legs.”

I obeyed without hesitation, bending over the bed with my legs wide apart to give him easy access. He got the lube and rubbed a tiny drop over the bulbous end of the plug, enough to ease insertion, but not enough to make it too slippery to stay in. I gave a little groan of excitement as the cool, smooth steel plug was pushed inside of me.

My sphincter closed around the narrow neck, leaving the jewelled stud flush against my anus. It felt good and my cock stiffened. “What does it look like?”