1 Chapter 1
Can’t be late. Can’t be late
Ian tried not to squirm against the almost too warm leather of his car seat. Taren, his husband and Master of five years, dictated the seats, and by extension Ian’s ass, always be kept warm. As far as Ian was concerned Taren was a superb Dom, and it was Ian’s opinion that mattered. Ian immensely enjoyed a certain brand of warming lube Taren purchased for special occasions. When Ian bought this car, complete with heated, leather seats, Taren came up with the idea to keep Ian’s rear constantly warm. Another sign to Ian that Taren was the perfect Dom for him.
Be still. Can’t be late
The more Ian worried about arriving home late, the more he had the irresistible urge to move. Every shift of his weight over the extra warm seat caused the thin plug up his ass to poke at his prostate.
He sucked down a yelp and concentrated on steady, even breaths in and out. Just as he thought he had everything under control his brain would betray him, and thoughts of what would happen if he was late getting home encroached on his too fragile calm. His already overly sensitive cock and prostate were sent right into overdrive.
With no traffic delays his drive home was twenty-five minutes. However, there were delays…again. Today was the third time this week he faced the prospect of getting home after five. Work hours were 7:30 A.M. to 4:00 P.M., with a forty-five-minute lunch always taken in his office in case Taren was in need of some stress relief.
It’d been a long couple of weeks for both of them, and Ian was in need of some stress relief of his own.
Today was the third day this week Taren hadn’t paid Ian a visit during lunch, which meant he’d likely be extra tense when he arrived home. Tonight, the rules would be strictly adhered to and Ian needed to be more attentive than usual. Ian’s skin tingled with anticipation.
Forceful and dominant was the way Ian liked Taren, and anything Ian could do to keep Taren that way was fine by him.
Ian cursed softly; the images playing through his mind made him squirm against the warm leather seat. His plug shifted and gave his most sensitive spot an insistent nudge. A shiver worked through Ian’s body. He closed his eyes for a few seconds and licked his lips. The car behind him honked, startling Ian into straightening up. He opened his eyes and glanced around. Traffic was moving again.
A quick check of the clock and Ian felt a spark of relief he’d get home before the 5:00 P.M. deadline.
He pulled up the driveway of the home he shared with Taren with four whole minutes to spare. At five, the doors to their house would need a special code along with a key to open them. Ian had one of the keys. Taren had the codes.
Once the codes were activated Ian would be locked out until Taren arrived home or activated them remotely. There was an emergency override Ian could use, but only in the case of a real emergency.
Proper attire was required by the time Taren arrived home. Ian wore the same ‘outfit’ every evening at home, nipple clamps and a cock and ball cage linked with a chain. If he’d been locked out, he’d have to strip in the garage. None of the clamps, cages or anything else Ian wore was kept in the garage. Double whammy. Not that Ian wasn’t late occasionally on purpose, but he wasn’t in the mood for that tonight, and it was a bit too chilly for Ian’s liking.
Once Taren arrived home, he’d march Ian to the front door, naked. At least Ian wasn’t forced to wait on the front walk, naked for all the world to see. Their garage didn’t have comfortable chairs or even a warm swatch of carpet to wait out the forty-minutes or so before Taren’s normal home coming time.
More times than not Ian would get a thrill from the prospect of being naked, vulnerable, on display, but not in front of his home in their nice, conservative, upper middle-class neighborhood. They were the only gay couple on their street—Ian preferred to not draw attention to them.
Taren hadn’t grown up in this area and didn’t particularly give a shit about the neighbors. He also wasn’t the CEO of a large local, family business with parents in state government. Taren was an investigator with the state police, and most people didn’t mess with him. He understood Ian’s feelings on the matter and told him often in these matters he’d defer to Ian’s wishes. Humiliation had a time and place, and in front of their home wasn’t it.
