McKinney - 5

[7wildwaysup]

Title: Brett Aidan McKinney
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3102
Rating: R - Deep Passionate Love …
Warnings: Filthy Porn…

Chapter Summary: Jonah receives several special presents that will come to be a part of his soul…

Summary: (1890’s) - (Brian) is a genius, sent to study at Harvard at a young age, gets a Law Degree and Medical Degree, and specializes in Psychiatry, or moreover studies and research’s human sexuality, or should I say homosexuality... While studying one night him and he's other brilliant friends stumble upon/develop bdsm... his research is born... He is very political active, and works underground to fight the current criminalization of homosexuality...

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable charters, settings, plot, etc. are property of their respective owners, including, but not limited to Russell T. Davies, Cowlip, and Showtime. The author of this story is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended…

Chapter 5 – Bonding by Firelight…

Jonah’s POV

We had the most excellent holiday vacation together but it went by way to fast. We spent Christmas Eve with my parents and extended family. Brett helped my dad and grandpa chop wood in the afternoon, and we had a huge fire blazing in the fireplace.

Its a family tradition to put up the tree on Christmas eve, so Brett and my dad went off into the woods to chop that down as well, I think its my dad’s way of bonding with him, he needs to work through his uneasiness of losing his youngest child to a grown man.

It’s not about us being gay, it’s more about trying to protect me, he’s worried about me being hurt, used, or something. He’s just trying to come to grips with the fact that I’m growing up… having sex… he’s loosing me…

They come back with a cedar tree, and everyone just keeps saying you cut down a cedar tree… My mom says it smells really great… and it’s so unusual… I ask Brett about it and he just says the tree was an after thought, and it was the biggest tree they could find without having to go back into the woods. I think they cut it down from the back of old man Cheney’s farm, my dad and him have been having an on going feud at the city council meetings all fall. 

It seems that the two of them have really bonded together today, there joking around like long lost friends and I’m not sure how I feel about this… I should be glad, but it just seems strange to see him so comfortable with my father, I’m pretty sure they’ve been drinking.

Brett smiles and says; let’s go find those ornaments your mom said they were in the attic. So up we go there so much more up here than I remember, I used to play up here when I was a kid. I show Brett my secret playroom, that’s set off into one side of the eves… once we squeeze through the rafters, there’s actual a rather large space.

I had setup a little dressing room complete with a vanity and a trunk filled with old clothes including my mothers and grandmothers wedding dresses. Her veil is still sitting on the end of the make shift bed in the corner near the window. I blush when I see it, Brett smiles and ask me about it.

I pick it up and put it on it’s very long about 15 feet, with a beaded headband of pearls and satin. I love the way my hair shines through the lace as it falls down my back and onto the floor. He can tell that I have a fetish for very feminine and lacey things. I’m primping in front of the mirror, and reach down and pick up the lipstick that is laying on the vanity.

He’s watching me in the mirror as I apply the pink colored grease to my lips. He running his hands around my waist, and I can feel his breath on my neck through the loose woven material. The next thing I’m conscious of is that were lying on the bed and I’m only wearing the veil and my painted lips. He’s planting kisses all over my body, as he works his way up from my toes under the sheer lacey sheet that’s covering my naked body.

He’s kissing the inside of my thighs as my legs fall apart for him. He licks all the way around to my sweet rosebud as he strokes my cock through the silky veil exciting me beyond belief. I don’t know if it’s the wet warmth of his tongue, or the contrast of the cool silky lace that is slightly textured against my skin, but the combination is taking me completely over the edge as Brett pulls the veil back so I don’t make a mess on the antique fabric.

I lay there in his arms all wet and sticky looking into his eyes, when my mom shouts up the attic stairs that the ornaments are just inside the storage room door on the shelf… we both burst out laughing, as he cleans me up with his monogrammed handkerchief and tells me that I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. We’ve been laying there another 10 minutes; when my dad shouts do you boys need help… He dresses me backup and we grab the boxes and head back down stairs.

My grandparents just look at both of us as we descend the stairs into the living room. My grandma just smiles, and says we won’t even need Christmas candles if you keep smiling that brightly all night.

Everyone is here by the time Brett and I have the ornaments on the tree, my mom and aunts have been cooking all week for the holidays, and my dad and uncles have been working the still out back with this years bootleg whiskey and that’s where most of the neighborhood men seems to be gathering as dusk settles on our little town.

Granted my father and uncles have distilling whiskey down pat these days and have now taken up distilling gin and vodka, I’m not saying that my family is a bunch of drunks, but lets just say if we need to we could use this stuff to cook with as well as heat the house all winter. There all a little tipsy, and even though all the ladies are sitting around the dinning room table prepping food, it isn’t tea that’s be served in those fancy teacups my mother just loves…

I’m beginning to think that Brett and I are the only one’s that aren’t totally buzzed, and then again I’m not so sure about Brett he’s been way to agreeable to all my suggestions this evening. My mom announces that were just having hors d’oeuvres and finger foods for dinner that she has laid out in the dinning room for all.

I can tell the he would rather just go back to he’s hotel room and spend a quite evening alone with just the two of us. But we hangout for another hour or so, and then make our exit. Brett smiles and says maybe we should fill a flask of some of that home brew before we stroll back to our private sanctuary for an evening of decadence…  

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Were sitting in front of the fireplace drinking champagne and eating roasted duckling and vegetables, his bags have been delivered from the train station, and I can see that there are several large bags of wrapped presents sitting in the corner that I can’t seem to take my eyes off of.

Brett finally says why you don’t pick out several that you want to open tonight; I can see that it’s driving you crazy. I just say they can’t all be for me… he chuckles and says yes your right I have a boy on the side I’m seeing when your not available… I smack him lightly and bounce over to the bags and pull out all the presents, squeezing and shaking them…

Brett retrieves several of them and says these will have to wait until tomorrow, but the others are all game… I notice that one of them is a very small box that looks very much like it could hold a ring or some other very sentimental piece of jewelry… Of course that’s what I want to open first, he just shakes his head and says you have to wait until Christmas, and only if you have been a very good boy…

I whine and beg but he’s very firm in his insistence that I wait. Which isn’t that big of a deal because according to my calculations midnight is really only a couple hours away, and once we finish dinner and make out for a while it should be time for my proposal, assuming that’s an engagement ring in that very fancy wooden box… I decide to be on my best behavior. I can’t help feeling like a prom (porn) queen about to be crowned, I’m practically giddy with excitement, and it’s all I can do to eat my dinner and beam with enthusiasm from the side lines…

Brett’s suite doesn’t have a Christmas tree but Mrs. Finley has put several vanilla votive candles around the room and fresh garland across the fireplace mantel. The fire is snapping and sparking making the only light in the room as it glows. I’m feeling totally romantic and start lighting all the candles; Brett says I should either make a wish or confess a sin each time a light one. I like this idea and insist that he play along so we make a game out of it…

I start as I light one on the nightstand; when I was little and my mom gave me my first art books and they showed works of all the great artists I was obsessed with looking at the painting of naked men. Even though I was only seven it still gave me this uncontrolled desire deep down within me… that’s never subsided… He smiles this pleases him it must be the shrink in him.

Next I light one on the window sill; when I went to London last month I really hoped that I would loose my virginity… He looks at me and says so is that a wish or a confession… I say both…

I move over to the dresser lighting another picking it up and looking at the reflection as it bounces off the walls. I smile and tell him that I can’t wait until its summertime and we can go skinny dipping by moonlight. My eyes start to gloss over as I think about wrapping my arms and legs around him submersed in the warm water and slipping up and down on him. I look at him and he’s smiling up at me with raised eyebrows, I burst out laughing and tell him my fantasy…

I hand him a candle and he states as he lights it, once I fell asleep in my father’s office at the university, when I woke up I sneaked a look at him having sex with another professor and the janitor… Oh my god, no fucking way… I want to ask if they were men or women but I’m still giddy thinking about three…

He hands me one and holds it as I light it; I tell him sometimes I like to watch some of the athletes in town after the games showering and meandering out back. He smirks and says so you’re not only an exhibitionist you’re also a voyeur… I blush and say well that’s better than peeping tom…

I light a candle on the coffee table; saying my mom’s wedding veil isn’t the only thing of hers that I sometimes wear when I masturbate… he says oh… firmly placing his tongue in his cheek… please continue.

I say I found these boots in the back of my parents closet, I lower my eyes as if the word boots it self is an obscene word. There really tall, they lace up… all the way up my thighs, I mean all the way to my crouch and the leather is so soft… Kind of like corsets for my thighs… Of course there not nearly as tall as they used to be… he smiles and says you really are a filthy little boy aren’t you.

He picks one up and lights it, and says I wish I would have had a simple happy childhood like you, I wish we could have grownup together… He looks a little sad and I sit on his lap and tell him that we can, that I’m still a growing boy… He pulls me into him as we start kissing his lips are so strong as they feel me with so much passion, I swear I could get drunk on his touch.

He lays me down on the rug in front of the fireplace and tells me to close my eyes. As I lay there all the sounds in the room become more intense, and the warmth of the fire is slightly burning my now naked body that lies facing it. I feel him running what feels like a feather down the center of my back, he pauses when he get to my large round ass and swirls it around each cheek, tickling me and making me wiggle.  He separates my legs and runs it along the inside of my thighs, and then up to my balls sending the most delicate sensations through me, it’s all I can do not to shoot.

He loves to torture me with pleasure, he's very close to me now I can feel his breathe on my skin, sending shivers down my spine while I still feel a burning sensation on my skin from the fire. He takes something from the coffee table and starts at the base of my neck and runs it down my shoulder. Then down my arm and all the way down my side, then down to my leg to my ankle.

It’s driving me wild, at first I thought it was his tongue. But my mind finally senses that it’s very cold against my burnt flesh; and I realize it is an ice cube. Most of it has melted against my warm skin; he takes the little nub that’s left and pushes it deep inside of me. I buck and squirm out of control this was the last thing I expected him to do.  I’ve never been penetrated before, well not very far and only with his fingers or his tongue stroking me just the first couple of inches or so…

But the ice cube seemed to slip right past that ridge of muscles and then melts and floods me. I can’t even describe what I’m feeling I’m writhing on the floor before him. So much for not moving although he never said it, it’s always implied. My eyes well I didn’t keep them shut once I met Mr. Icy; being tickled from the inside out, and of course I shot all over Brett’s chest…

Now my eyes have focused on the boxes lying just above my head… He looks at me sternly and says I never gave you permission to cum… I know he’s not really mad, but he continues… Are you going to take your punishment like a good little boy?  We’ve fooled around a little bit with some of his toys but I can tell things are about to change dramatically…

He smiles at me and says are you ready to commit to me in away that well change your life forever? Willing to trust me completely, give yourself to me completely? Surrendering all control to me for eternity? Then he says before you answer me Sunshine I want you to think about this very hard, there no going back… you’ll exist solely for my pleasure…

But I don’t need to think… I know I’ve always known… I just beam at him and say yes… Yes I want to commit to you, to give myself to you totally and completely for eternity… Then I launch myself into his arms and start kissing him… he kisses me back and tells me that he loves me.

But in a firm voice also states you need to learn your place. You have to understand discipline is very much a part of who we are… I will not tolerate disobedience… but we’ll take this very slow… You will ask for permission, and wait for approval from now on concerning all aspects of your life. I’m not an unreasonable man, and there isn’t much I will ever deny you. But I will not put up with lying, deception or infidelity in any form. I would never lie to him, deceive him or sleep around on him so I have no problem with his little rules.

He nods towards the boxes above my head and gestures for me to open them. There not wrapped there wooden boxes, them selves being beautiful works of art of cherry and black walnut; cherry wood inlayed with black walnut creating an intricate design of black climbing roses on the top of each one.

The largest box contains a long burgundy leather strap. I’m not sure what it is I think maybe it’s just a belt… oh It’s a belt alright… He looks at me trying to gage my reaction, but of course I don’t react just yet because I don’t understand the implications.

The next box is almost the same size and inside it contains what I will learn to be called a flogger it’s made of deep burgundy leather with many, many long narrow leather fingers that I’ll come to know very well with time…

The next box holds several delicately carved wood dowels that widen and narrow at varies places as well as curves and contours creating a beautiful design. I had no idea at the time that all those little delicate intricate carvings would also create the most beautiful pleasures imaginable… 

There’s two boxes left the second to the smallest encases a beautiful silver ring that has a tiny lock and key. The ring is more like a clap or a handcuff it flips open and snaps shut locking automatically. When closed its totally smooth and silky and cold to the touch. It’s too small for a bracelet and way too large for a ring… He smiles at me in a totally sexy voice says it’s called a cuff… you’ll become very familiar with this, you’ll wear it often, he reaches forward and takes the key … it makes me slightly nervous…

The last box is tiny… he hands me a glass of champagne and tells me that I’ve made him happier that he ever thought he could be. He embraces me in the most tender kiss I’ve ever had filling me with so much love I never what it to end. Then he opens the last box and takes out the most gorgeous ring I have ever seen it has a white gold band with a blue sapphire surrounded by small diamonds.

I think I’m crying, I’ve never been this happy before as he kneels in front of me, taking my left hand in his and sliding the ring on my finger as he asks me to share my life with him.

TBC