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“Adorable,” he purred, “very pretty.” He stroked his hands up the back of my thighs, sensuously massaging my buttocks with his right hand while his left lightly massaged my balls making my cock harden still more as the plug moved around inside my rectum. He gave my bottom a light smack. “Time’s moving on, get dressed.”

“I want to see what it looks like in the mirror first.” I straightened up and twisted round, wiggling my bum, but I could see nothing of the plug.

“No.” Dick moved fully into role. “You’ll see it later, if I permit it.” He slipped a finger between my arse cheeks pressing it against the crystal button, making me gasp a little as the plug butt fucked me. “Your sweet glory hole is decorated for my pleasure, not yours. Your pleasure is in knowing it pleases me. Get dressed, honey, but no underpants. I want you to wear your light blue jeans, the smart ones with the button fly and that white Nehru shirt with the long sleeves. Be quick or I’ll spank you.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I demurely lowered my lashes and went to do his bidding, dressing as he’d instructed. The plug was comfortable to wear as Dick had said, but was also heavy enough to make me aware of its presence. Every move made my cock throb with excitement as I tried to imagine what it looked like. I was grateful for the shirt Dick had decreed I wear. Its long loose lines would help conceal my erection if it failed to diminish by the time our guests arrived. Once I’d dressed I finished off with a splash of the Versace cologne Dick likes to smell on me. I then presented myself for approval.

“You’re a beautiful young man,” he stroked my face with the back of his hand, his eyes warm as he surveyed me.

A forbidden question, one I usually kept hidden at the back of my mind popped to the forefront. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask if he loved me as much as he loved Shane. I didn’t want him to love me more than Shane, just the same as, and it would be asking the impossible. In a rare moment of self-control and wisdom I chose to embrace the moment and enjoy what was clearly on offer instead of asking for more than was my due.

“Thank you, Daddy.” I accepted his compliment with a smile.

“If I didn’t know better I’d swear you were a teenager. You look about seventeen.

It makes me feel deliciously guilty about what I’m going to do with you later.” He pulled me hard against his body, placing a possessive hand on the centre of my arse.

“We’re going to have a fun evening, yes?”

I nodded, putting my arms around his neck pushing close against him so my erection rubbed against the one straining his pants. We kissed, his afternoon stubble rasping my chin as he thrust his tongue deep into my mouth. There was a faint taste of coffee on his breath. He stopped before we, or rather I, got too carried away. I would have let him have me there and then, but his plans were for a much longer stage of foreplay.

Breaking the kiss he loosed my arms from around his neck. “Enough, my pretty slut. Go and make sure everything is ready for tonight while I shower and dress.

People will be arriving soon, you know Leo he’s always early.”

“Yeah, only so he can nose around in the kitchen. He thinks he’s Heston Blumenthal, but he’s just a blooming nuisance.”

“Go, brat!” He sent me on my way with a smack to my bottom.

It turned out to be an enjoyable evening. Leo and Mike, Howard and Rob were good company. The food and wine received a positive reception. Leo even asked for the partridge recipe, and I gave it to him instead of jealously guarding it. The only thing missing was Shane. We raised a champagne toast to him, wishing him a happy birthday in his absence.

Best of all though was the charge between Dick and me. We exchanged discreet looks, touches and smiles all evening. I felt special being his sole partner for the night, while knowing what was concealed within my most intimate place. He looked effortlessly sexy dressed in black jeans and a tight black t-shirt, which was a perfect contrast to my more ‘virginal’ attire. Every inch of my body ached with desire for him. My cock was in a state of priapism all evening.

I didn’t get to see what my anal jewel looked like, not that night anyway. By the time everyone left we were both fully primed and the only thing on our minds was getting our rocks off. Dick’s cock took the place of the plug before the taxi carrying away our guests had even cleared the avenue. He banged the front door shut and then all but ripped my jeans down to my knees, unplugging me and taking me on the stairs, shafting me with long hard strokes, grinding his pelvis against my arse as he buried his penis deep into my rectum, it’s head nudging my sweet spot. The hall reverberated with the combined sounds of our lust.

We clung together afterwards in a sweaty post climatic hug getting our breath back, while knowing sex wasn’t over yet. We went up to the bedroom and fully undressed each other before climbing into bed to continue making love in a less frenetic way.

Shane didn’t miss out on birthday fun altogether. Oh dear me no, that wouldn’t do at all. I was in the kitchen clearing away the last of the pots from the night before when he arrived home, calling a greeting as he stepped into the house.

I ran down the hall with a cry of, “Daddy you’re home!” I launched myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, kissing him passionately.

“Silly boy.” He hugged and then set me down, a spark of amusement in his eyes, which he quenched and replaced with a stern look. “I had a text from Leo earlier. He said I missed a rare treat last night,” he paused for a moment before adding, “apparently you behaved yourself. Miracles do happen then.” I pulled a face at him and he grinned and ruffled my hair. “He said the food was rather good too.”

“It wasn’t
rather
good, it was bloody fantastic. I saved you a portion of everything, but it won’t be as nice as it was last night.” I affected a pout. “Trust you not to be here when I get everything perfect for once.”

“Stop griping, whelp.” He hung his coat over the end of the banister and then made a grab for me, pulling up my t-shirt and tickling me, making me shout with laughter. “Where’s my other boy?” He slapped playfully at my arse.

“Still in bed. We didn’t get to sleep until late.”

“I won’t ask why. Knowing Dick he was riding the passion pony all night. Lucky devil. All I had to keep me warm was an electric blanket. It’s almost twelve-thirty. Go and wake him, Gilli. Tell him he’s to get up and then make me a pot of tea. I’m parched.”

I did as bidden. When I went into the lounge carrying the tea things Dick was snuggled against Shane on the couch looking pleased with himself. The blue velvet boxes containing the pretty plugs were sitting open on the coffee table, proudly displaying their contents. (Fret not hygiene queens, mine had been properly cleaned and polished before being re-boxed) Shane was clearly taken with the unexpected little gifts. Pulling me down onto his lap he nip kissed my earlobe, saying it seemed he’d missed a good time in more ways than one.

As soon as he’d slaked his thirst with the tea he set about slaking another kind of thirst. He announced it was his turn to enjoy some belated birthday fun and to that end we were to be his slaves for the day, subject to his every whim. He ordered us to go upstairs to the bedroom and strip off and then stand with our hands on our heads to wait for him.

We didn’t wait long. He soon followed carrying the little boxes of delight, which he set aside. He inspected us critically, pinching our nipples and handling our cocks.

He then declared we needed shaving, and he wasn’t talking faces. He wanted silky smooth slave boys to play with.

We stood watching, hands still atop our heads, as he spread the heavy latex sheet usually reserved for massage and oil play over the bed and then gathered shaving implements together, disposable razors, foam, oil, flannels and a large bowl of hot water. What followed was immensely intimate and highly erotic. He shaved Dick first while I watched spellbound, the ache in my raised arms forgotten. He took his time soaping and shaving, rinsing and oiling until he was satisfied Dick was as hairless as he could be, even shaving between his buttocks and around his anus, as well as under his arms. Then it was my turn to present my body on the latex altar for sacrifice while Dick watched.

Afterwards we knelt side by side on the bed. Shane dealt each of us a brief sensual spanking before slowly inserting the plugs, spending some time admiring his prettily costumed property.

Following Dick’s example he would not grant permission for us to look at ourselves in the mirror. Our bottoms were for his pleasure not our own. It didn’t matter, because I could see what Dick looked like with his anal adornment in place, and it was damn hot. In addition to the plugs Shane made us both wear black rubber cock cages.

And that’s how we spent the day, naked, save for the plugs and cages, serving Master Shane and his every desire. Just recalling it has got me all heated up and horny. As Shane said afterwards his birthday turned out to be one to remember, and for all the right reasons.

In the fantasy West End porno musical never to be commissioned about this boy’s life, this scene would have to play out to Seal’s odd, but beautiful song ‘Kiss From A Rose.’ Not because the lyrics accurately reflect events in any way, other than the song playing as I began to prepare the birthday feast, but because songs, like poetry, lend themselves to many different and deeply personal interpretations.

My relationship with my men has many facets, physical and emotional. Like a rose it can be a thing of great beauty filled with musky sweetness and soft sensual delights, but a rose can also draw blood. It has thorns, which scratch and sting. Dick and Shane are a source of great pleasure for me, but upon occasion also a source of pain.

We’ve had some pretty damaging gales blowing around here for the past day or two. The garden is strewn with broken branches and shattered plant pots, but nothing too serious. Eileen wasn’t so fortunate. She lost a cold frame when an old interior door, yes, a door, crashed on to it in the early hours of this morning. The door in question belongs to Eileen’s new neighbour who for reasons known only to himself had it stashed on his shed roof (why not IN the shed or beside the shed) The wind flipped it up and over and into Eileen’s garden where it crash landed on the cold frame and flattened it.

She’s none too pleased about it, and who can blame her. There’s nothing worse than having a door drop out of the sky and flatten your cold frame, like a scene from a shoestring production of The Wizard of Oz. Fortunately there was no wicked witch of the east loitering under the frame waiting to be squashed. Trust Penny never to be in the right place at the right time.

The neighbour has so far declined to apologise or retrieve his destructive door from Eileen’s garden. I offered to heave it back over the fence, but she said no, she didn’t want to start a war with a new neighbour who was as yet an unknown quantity.

I told the boyfriends about it and said I was thinking of having a few words with the neighbour on Eileen’s behalf. Shane said it was none of my business and I was to steer clear and let Eileen deal with it as she saw fit.

He’s gone to see his father again today. He’s taking him to see his doctor for a check up. Not that his father has agreed to it or anything. Penny made the appointment and Shane is the enforcer. He was concerned enough after his last visit to agree with the tactic.

He isn’t convinced his dad has Alzheimer’s, but he says there’s definitely something amiss with him. He’s taken to employing post it notes around the house to remind him to do things, which isn’t like him at all. His mind is usually as sharp as a tack and his memory second to none. Shane says he’s physically unsteady too. I feel almost sorry for the old man. I know from experience that with sheriff Shane as well as Posse Penny on his case he has little to no chance of escaping an appointment with the medics.

Hmm, the thought of Shane as a Wild West sheriff is rather enticing. I can picture him in a cowboy hat and spurs with a six-shooter slung around his waist and an even larger weapon tucked in his trews. He’d be big butch and brutal. Well, on that sexy note I must leave you. Something has just come up and I need to find Dick as a matter of urgency.

Shane had an early meeting today, one entailing travelling to Hexham so he had to be up even earlier than per norm and believe me per norm is early enough, especially on these dark winter mornings. Him getting up earlier than per norm meant that yours truly also had to be up even earlier than per norm. I griped about it, which was stupid of me. Shane has little patience with moaning and I took delivery of a large ear flea, I think he must breed the buggers on a special flea farm. He curtly reminded me it was my job to serve the needs of hearth, home and husbands, or words to that effect.

I took the huff and adopted a ‘heavy’ approach to making breakfast. You know the kind of thing: heavy silence, heavily setting things onto the table, heavy sighing, heavy looks. We all have our moments of martyrdom and it’s funny how some days are more conducive to it than others.

In this morning’s case I was a living example of someone who had gotten out of bed on the wrong side, the bad tempered side instead of the sweet natured side.

Shane met heavy martyrdom with hypercriticism. In short we rubbed each other up the wrong way. It was another one of those age clash moments. He was an older man looking for a sense of order and I was a younger man challenging it.

He observed, not for the first time, that my hair could do with a trim as it was beginning to look messy and not in a good way. He likes both Dick and I to look our best and he isn’t shy about telling us if we fall short of his standards. I sassily stated I was growing it. I fancied going metal head or heavy rock before I got too old for anything but a side parting. His response was to calmly repeat his assertion my hair needed a trim. I put words in Dick’s mouth by claiming he liked me to wear my hair a little longer. Shane didn’t care what Dick liked. My hair needed a trim and I was to see to it.