Little Blue Pills & Big Black Paddles

Title: Little Blue Pills & Big Black Paddles
Authors: Mel & Tarabeth
Characters: James & Quinn
Implements: Hand & Paddles
Warning: Intense Medical Conditions, a lot of sex, and a bondage related punishment technique.

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Quinn was on his knees, his head resting on a towel and his butt in the air. The enema bag, filled with warm water and a few tablespoons of apple cider vinegar, was hanging from the towel rack--its long hose winding down towards Quinn’s butt where it buried itself deep inside of him. Quinn was rubbing his belly to help the solution move up through his colon. He used his palm to follow the shape of his colon up from the rectum, around the sharp turn into the sigmoid, up and over to the transverse colon and then down the ascending colon. He continued this loop as the warm water continued to drain into him—only stopping to slowly pant through the abdominal cramps. When he could no longer feel the flow of solution, he reached up and clamped the hose. He laid back down on the towel to begin the long process of retaining the enema for optimum results.

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Earlier in the day…

Quinn had finished putting the final touches on the new discipline room. He had decided a celebration of the room’s completion was in order. His arousal had started as he attached the chain which secured the St. Andrew’s Cross to the wall, and he was fully erect by the time he hung the last of the paddles on the antique cast iron hooks he’d carefully fastened to the inside of the wood cupboard he had so lovingly handcrafted. He looked at his watch, realizing that James would be home soon, and he didn’t have much time to prepare himself.

Quinn quickly stripped out of his work clothes. He grabbed the enema bag from under the sink and went to the kitchen to prepare his solution. After completing the enema, he finished his cleaning process by taking a warm relaxing shower. Quinn heard James coming through the front door and he quickly towelled himself dry. Never one to waste time, he ran from the bathroom and pounced on his husband, pushing James down onto the bed.

“I finished the discipline room,” Quinn informed James before he devoured the handsome Inn Keeper’s mouth. “You can see it after,” Quinn panted during a brief moment of separating from his husband’s mouth for a gasp of air.

James grunted his approval and rapidly began to remove his own clothing. Quinn moved his kisses down James’ body—stopping when he reached the firm cock. Quinn engulfed the whole penis, and used his tongue to pleasure the shaft. He bobbed his head up and down the long member, occasionally stopping to pay particular attention to the head and tease the opening. When Quinn felt that James’ cock was sufficiently hard, and he could no longer ignore his own need to have his husband buried fully inside of him; he released the cock from his mouth, and ran light kisses and little nips back up towards James’ mouth.

Forgetting James had not yet done his usual preparation of thoroughly lubing his cock, Quinn spread his cheeks and forcefully lowered himself on to James.

The pain was immediate and far more intense than any normal discomfort associated with the stretching of his rings. Quinn quickly noted the lack of lubricant; the vinegar enema he’d taken had left his rectum not only clean but exceptionally dry. The feel of his blood was a drastic contrast to the normal slick and slippery feeling of riding James. He didn’t even realise that the horrible scream he heard had been his own, until he saw the look of panic on James’ face.

James had been so caught up in his husband’s incredible seduction that it never occurred to him that Quinn hadn’t prepped and lubed his passage. That is until he felt a very dry ring of muscle wrap around his throbbing cock. Quinn threw his body weight down over the head with such suddenness that James had no opportunity to stop the entrance. Though he felt a moments worth of pain himself, as his sensitive glans was stretched and squeezed; all thought of that left his mind when Quinn screamed out in pain.
James leveraged Quinn quickly and carefully off of his penis and was horrified at the sight of blood on it. Quinn was pale and panting hard to control his response to the pain. “Easy, baby, easy, I’ve got you.” James soothed as he rolled his husband onto his side, and climbed over him so he was kneeling on the bed behind him.

Quinn continued to pant through the pain as he quickly curled himself into the foetal position. James rubbed his back and spoke to him softly. “Quinn, sweetheart, I need to have a look and see how bad it is. I know you hurt, but I want you to try and relax so I can see. Okay?”

“NO!” Quinn said with a panting breath. “Please don’t….I just…need…to breathe…through it for a minute…then…I’ll be fine.” Quinn continued to try and breathe through the intense pain, but the breathing didn’t seem to be helping.

His eyes were full of tears, and he began shaking from the pain and fear when he realised he was injured and not just experiencing pain from having been stretched to quickly.

“I’m sorry baby, I know you’re hurting, but I need to look. Now you need to trust me. I’m not going to hurt you more. I just have to see.” He was afraid Quinn had suffered a nasty tear; blood was visible and beginning to form a stain on the bed sheet. James placed a soothing hand on his husband’s back, gently stroking him. He carefully guided Quinn’s bent leg forward and pulled the buttocks apart just enough to view the damaged opening.

Though the small ring of muscle was tightly clenched James could see a small but steady flow of blood seeping from a tear. “Damn,” he swore under his breath. “I’ll be right back.” He assured as he dashed into the bathroom; he grabbed a clean washcloth from the cupboard and a couple of small fresh towels. He dampened the washcloth with cold water, and returned to his lover’s side.

James carefully washed the blood away and dried Quinn off with a towel; he then gently pressed the other towel over the still bleeding anus. He moved around to kneel down where Quinn could look at him while he spoke. “Sweetheart it looks like a nasty tear. I want you to have it looked at by a doctor; I’m not going to take any chances with you. So no arguing, I’m going to see if I can reach Patrick Dean on the phone.

Quinn was mortified at the thought of having to explain his injury to Patrick. He was worried about what Patrick, or the other medical staff, might think James was doing to him. He was pretty sure that in the next several hours the pain and embarrassment he was currently feeling was most likely to get worse instead of better.

James picked the phone up off of the bedside table and hit the speed dial to Patrick’s office; it was just after five pm and he wasn’t sure how late the office remained open. When the call went to voice mail James hung up and hit the speed dial to the doctor’s cell phone--moments later Patrick’s friendly hello greeted him.

James quickly explained the problem, and Patrick advised him to bring Quinn to the clinic, and he would meet them there.

It took a great deal of cajoling, and finally firm commands, to get Quinn dressed and into soft sweat pants. James had tucked a small towel into the back of Quinn’s sweats to absorb the blood.

Twenty minutes later Patrick was greeting them at the clinic entrance. It was fortunate that things were quiet, and Patrick was able to obtain a private examination room without having to wait.

To Patrick’s trained eye James appeared more upset than Quinn, he was hovering and hanging on to his husband--as if he thought Quinn might vanish if he lost contact for even a second. Patrick worried that the looming and overprotective Top was only going to make an already uncomfortable examination even more difficult. Putting himself into full doctor mode he took charge of the situation. “Quinn I need you to strip off your pants and lay back on the table. James, I want you to take a seat please, you can stay in the room, but I need you out of my way.”

James was worried about his husband, and though he appreciated that Patrick needed to do his job; he didn’t like being pushed out of the way. As he sat and watched Quinn being examined his ire seemed to grow. He knew he had absolutely no reason to feel angry at Patrick, the man was their doctor and their friend--but somewhere deep inside he was fighting a ridiculous feeling of jealousy and possessiveness. He suddenly realized what it was, Patrick was a fellow Top, and this Top was currently touching his husband, his Brat, in the most intimate of places.

He listened while Patrick explained about applying a topical analgesic and using a lubricated proctoscope to examine the extent of the injury. It was all James could do to keep himself from flying out of the chair when he saw the doctor remove the plastic scope from the packaging.

Quinn tried to move a bit to protect his butt as Patrick neared him with the scope. “Patrick.” Quinn pleaded. Patrick continued to move towards Quinn, and he reasserted his plea. “Dude, you’re my friend. Friends don’t do this kind of stuff to each other.”

Patrick gave a small smile. “DUDE,” he overemphasized. “On the occasion that this procedure has to be done, I think having a friend who cares about you is a good thing. Come on; let’s get this taken care of. Quinn, I want you to take a deep breath and hold it. I’ll tell you when to exhale.” Quinn felt the scope at his anus. “Okay breathe out for me,” Patrick said as he began to push the scope inside of Quinn.

James was feeling like the worst kind of monster, when he listened to Quinn gasp with pain, as the scope was expanded. He realized his husband was suffering, and it was entirely his fault. What kind of a Top was he to allow this to happen?

Quinn glanced over to James for a bit of support; he was feeling very stupid for being so aggressive in his lovemaking. It was his fault he was in this situation, and he didn’t like seeing James looking so worried and guilty. “Patrick?” Quinn panted out. “Can James please hold my hand?”

James was at Quinn’s side in a flash not even waiting for Patrick to reply. “I’m here babe.” He soothed as he squeezed his husband’s hand tightly in his own.

Patrick nodded his approval. “Just stay at his side please James.” The doctor quickly finished his examination of the injury. “Okay the tear is not long but it is deep enough that I’d like to put in a couple of small stitches. They’ll make it heal faster and with less chance that you’ll tear the site again. I’m going to give you an injection of lidocaine; once it’s numbed the area I’ll put in the stitches. We’ll be done in no time”

Quinn closed his eyes when he saw Patrick prepping the syringe. Over the course of Quinn’s life his body had been sutured too many times to count. He got his first four stitches over his eyebrow when he was five, and over the years there had been sprains, breaks, contusions, and lacerations. During all that time only a few lone tears had escaped his eyes—he was used to pain—but that shot of lidocaine to numb his anus and rectum was more painful than almost anything he had experienced. He stayed stoic and nothing more than a couple of hisses escaped his lips during the procedure, but he couldn’t hold back the string of tears leaking from his eyes.

James sat quietly; smoothing Quinn’s sweat soaked hair off of his forehead, brushing his tears away, and gently stroking Quinn’s hand while the doctor worked.

Within short order Patrick had raised the bottom half of the exam table and helped Quinn to lower his legs from the stirrups. “Okay we’re all done,” he explained as he settled the sheet over Quinn’s legs. “I’m going to give you a prescription for some ointment. I want you to put it on the site, twice a day, after cleansing the area by soaking in a sitz bath for ten minutes. I’ll also give you a stool softener, so there’s no straining to pass movements. I want you to eat a diet high in fibre and lots of liquids” He went to a file cabinet and pulled out a printed page, which he handed to Quinn. “This is an instruction sheet we give to patients who have had haemorrhoid surgery, just follow this and you’ll do fine. I want to see you for a follow up exam in ten days.” He cleared his throat and directed his next comment towards James. ”I’m sure I don’t need to say it, but no penetrative sex until he is fully healed.”

James flushed slightly and nodded his head gravely. “Of course,” he mumbled.

Patrick smiled and patted Quinn’s leg. “I’ll write up the scripts and let you get dressed. Take it easy, okay? And if you have any problems don’t hesitate to call.”

Once the doctor had left them, James helped Quinn to his feet and assisted him in getting his clothes in order. He pulled his husband into his arms and kissed his neck gently. “Baby, I’m so sorry,” he whispered against Quinn’s ear. A tear escaped James eye and ran unimpeded down his cheek to fall against the younger man’s shirt.

Quinn ran his thumb over James’ cheek following the path the tear had taken. “Hey there big man. The only thing you need to be sorry about is that I couldn’t keep my hands and body off of you. I impaled myself on you; I should have prepped myself or made sure you were lubed.” Quinn smiled when he received James’ classic ‘You’re full of it’ look. He kissed James cheek, and then gave his husband a short and tender kiss on the lips. “Honestly James, I hurt, and this sucks—but, please, please don’t feel guilty.”

James realized this was hardly the time or place to assuage his guilty conscience. "Okay Babe let's get you home and into bed where you can rest and follow Patrick's orders." James gathered the prescription from Patrick and thanked him again as they left the clinic.

Quinn was walking easily towards the car, but James knew that ease of movement would end once the freezing wore off. He wanted to get Quinn home and settled before that happened. He looked at his watch and realized there was no time to get Quinn home and then get to the pharmacy before it closed. He'd have to leave Quinn sitting in the car while he went in to get the prescriptions filled.

Zack Pierce filled the prescriptions and provided James with a large bag of Epsom salts and instructions on the taking of sitz baths. Twenty minutes later he returned to the car where his exhausted husband waited.

James found Quinn had removed his seat belt, lowered his car seat, and was lying curled up on his side. James smoothed Quinn’s hair out of his eyes. “Are you hurting?”

Quinn nodded. The lidocain had begun to wear off, and he was terribly uncomfortable being in the strange stage of feeling partly numbed, with a breakthrough of pain, and his anus and rectum were feeling just a little too slippery. He never minded the slippery feeling of lube or James’ cum, but the ointment was not appreciated.

James kissed the top of Quinn’s head. “We’ll be home in just a minute.” He helped Quinn to raise his car seat, and get his seat belt refastened.

James pulled the Camry into the drive. He came around to the passenger door, and opened it for Quinn. Quinn wasn’t moving quite as well as he was earlier. He was a bit wobbly from the pain. James steadied his husband and helped him into the house. He led Quinn to the sofa. “Have a lay down, baby. I need to change the sheets.”

Quinn lay down on the sofa, but was only there for a minute or two before he felt the call of nature. He got up and slowly made his way to the half bathroom just off the lounge. Quinn’s hand shook and he noticed the spray of urine shake along with it. The pain and exhaustion were beginning to wear on his mood. He was washing his hands when he noticed a not very happy looking Top standing in the bathroom doorway. “What? I had to pee; I can do that by myself, you know.”

James hurried forward and wrapped his arm around his shaking lover. “You’re barely standing, and you should have called me.” He admonished. “Come on you’re getting into bed now.” He guided Quinn to their bedroom and helped him strip down and tucked him into the freshly made bed. “I’ll be right back with your meds and some water.”

Quinn didn’t think his humiliation and guilt could get any worse. His snottiness in the bathroom would have usually been handled with an admonishment to adjust his attitude, followed by a warning of what would happen if he didn’t change his disposition. But, his horniness and burst of nymphomania had gotten him hurt, and his sweet James was blaming himself. Watching James wait on him, and not punish him when he had snapped, and knowing these things were a result of James guilt was only worsening Quinn’s feelings of remorse. He gave a snort. “I don’t know what I need the water for, as far as I remember, Patrick didn’t prescribe any oral medications.” Quinn began to turn a bit, so he could sleep on his side, and pounded his fist into his pillow several times before he laid his head down. “And don’t think you’re applying the ointment!” Quinn called out after James. “I’m doing it myself!”

James prided himself on having developed a highly refined Brat alarm, and suddenly it was ringing an out of control three alarm blaze in progress. Unfortunately his normal response time was being hampered by his feelings of guilt, knowing he had been the spark that set off the fire. He drew a calming breath and took the time to gather Quinn's prescription along with the other items he needed and returned to the bedroom where his out of sorts lover was laying miserably under the covers.

He placed the items on the night table and sat on the side of the bed. "I'm going to give you a break and pretend that I didn’t hear that mouthy attitude, my love. I've brought you some water so you can swallow the stool softener and the Advil that Zack recommended you take. And when you wake from your nap you're going to take your bath, and I will apply the ointment, without argument. Is that clear?"

Quinn sat up when James was speaking. He was giving his husband an argumentative look, and James responded by simply raising his eyebrow. Quinn lowered his eyes and held out his hand for the pills; he popped them into his mouth and took the glass of water from the bedside table to wash the medicine down. He set the glass back down and slowly raised his eyes to look back at James, this time the look he gave was full of sorrow, sadness, frustration and fear.

James placed his hand on Quinn’s face and softly rubbed his cheek with his thumb.

Quinn leaned into the soothing gesture. “This sucks.”

James sighed and gave Quinn a nod and sad smile. Soon James had moved them, so they were lying on the bed; Quinn tucked up against his husband’s warm sturdy body, and he quickly drifted off to sleep.

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Neither James nor Quinn could say that the next ten days were any fun. James was always patient and tender, which at times thoroughly pissed Quinn off. There were arguments and tears. They were both quite happy as they entered the exam room at Dr. Patrick Dean’s office to have Quinn’s stitches removed. Quinn sat on the exam table in a t-shirt with a blue drape over his lap. His sweats and boxer shorts were neatly folded on the lone chair in the room. Quinn grabbed hold of James shirtfront and pulled his husband into a kiss. “Mmmm, that was nice,” Quinn said. “I can’t wait until we get home, and I can feel you inside of me again.”

“Calm down there handsome,” James replied, gently loosening Quinn’s grip on his shirt, and taking Quinn’s hands into his own. “I want that too, baby, but we’re going to wait and see how you feel, and what Patrick says.”

Quinn rolled his eyes.

James placed his hand under Quinn’s chin. “Look at me, my boy. I’m serious, there are no guarantees that we are having sex when we get home, so don’t get your hopes up.”

“It’s not my hopes that I’m planning on getting up,” Quinn said teasing his husband.

Patrick let out a cough as he entered the exam room, causing James to blush. He leaned into Quinn and whispered into his ear. “I’m serious Quinn, I don’t want any arguments later if I say no. Got it?”

Quinn let out an exasperated sigh, “Yeah, I got it.”

James raised his eyebrows and gave Quinn a warning look.

Patrick pushed his exam stool towards the end of the exam table. “So, you ready for those stitches to come out?”

“Am I ever.”

“Okay, let’s do it. Lay down for me,” Patrick instructed. He pulled the stirrups into place and helped to direct Quinn’s feet into place. “Scoot your butt down a little more.”

Quinn let out a sigh and moved his butt down to the edge of the table.

Patrick put on a pair of gloves, and gently examined Quinn’s sutures. “You’ve healed nicely. I’m just going to take these out now, you might feel a little tug.”

Quinn felt a lot more than a little tug. He released a grunt as he felt Patrick pulling the stitches out, and couldn’t stop several tears from escaping his eyelids.

“Okay, all done. That wasn’t so bad was it,” Patrick stated more than questioned. “You can go ahead and sit up.”

Quinn scooted back on the table and sat up.

“All right, I think you’re good to go.” Patrick placed a hand on Quinn’s shoulder, and made sure he made eye contact with both James and Quinn. “You can resume penetrative sex whenever you’re feeling ready. Take care, go slowly, and use lots of lube.”

James blushed at the instructions. “We will. Thank you Patrick for all your help.”

Patrick nodded, and left the room.

Quinn climbed off the table, and took his boxer shorts from James.

“Are you okay baby? That looked like it hurt you a lot.”

“Ya, I’m fine,” Quinn said as he wobbled trying to put on his shorts.

“Uh huh,” James replied, moving to stand behind his husband. He slipped his hand around Quinn’s waist to steady the younger man while he pulled up his underwear and put on his sweat pants.

They walked out of the office hand in hand, and were quiet for most of the ride home. Quinn was feeling recovered from his procedure by the time he and James were pulling into the driveway of the Inn. “So are you going to take me in the living room, the shower, or maybe in the entry hall as soon we get in the house?”

James turned the car off. “I’m going to take you into the bedroom and put you down for a nap.”

“What?!” Quinn responded with outrage as he got out of the car, and fumbled with his keys to open the front door.

James followed Quinn into the house and shut the door. “You heard me. I saw how painful it was for you to have the stitches out, and I think the pain has worn you out. I’d like you to lay down and have a rest.”

“James, I feel fine. I want you. I want to be with you. Don’t you want me?”

James pulled Quinn into a hug. “Of course I want you, but I want you when you’re fully recovered, and feeling good.”

“I AM fully recovered, and I feel great.” Quinn rubbed his groin into James.

“Quinn,” James voice was issuing a warning. “I think we should wait a couple of more weeks to make sure that you’re fully healed.”

Quinn pushed himself out of James’ arms. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“No, I’m not, and I suggest you watch the attitude, my boy.”

“I don’t want to watch my attitude. I want to watch you fucking me.”

“Quinn, you’re tired and hurting, this is your last warning. Can the attitude and go lay down.”

“Fuck you!” Quinn shouted. “No wait, fuck me, oh yeah you won’t!”

James’ movement was swift. He placed his foot up on the coffee table, pulled Quinn over his thigh, pushed his Brat’s sweat pants and boxers down to his knees, and began to rain down firm swats on his husband’s bare and upturned butt.

“You do not talk to me like that,” James lectured as he continued to spank.

“Okay…I’m sorry…Please stop,” Quinn begged.

“It is not your decision when I stop, boy, and I think after that display you need a good reminder of who does make the decisions in this house.” James continued to spank. He moved his focus to Quinn’s sit spot and picked up the speed and intensity, until Quinn was freely crying, and James could tell he’d given in. He lowered his leg and helped Quinn to stand back up, and pulled his husband into a hug. “Do you think you can control your temper now?”

Quinn nodded into James’ shoulder.

“Okay, why don’t you step out of your sweats, and I’ll come lay down with you.”

Quinn nodded again. He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his sweat pants and boxers, leaving them on the living room floor as he pulled James into the bedroom.

James lifted Quinn’s t-shirt off, and then undressed himself. He lifted the covers for his teary and exhausted Brat, and then climbed into bed next to him. James pulled Quinn close, and softly calmed him to sleep. He sighed deeply as he watched his lover falling asleep. The last thing he'd wanted to do was to spank Quinn, but the boy had been pushing way too hard. Over the years Quinn's mouth had landed him in more hot water than any action ever had. Sadly this afternoon had been no exception to the rule.

James knew he tended to be overly protective of Quinn; he'd been accused more than once of having a mother hen complex and he supposed that it was true. However nothing was going to change his deeply ingrained need to protect his boy--even if it meant abstaining from anal sex for a few weeks. He never wanted to see Quinn suffer like that again; from now on he was going to be much more careful.

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The two weeks passed too slowly in Quinn's eyes, and too quickly in James. Though they'd enjoyed sexual release and intimacy during that time James stuck vehemently to his edict.

James arrived home, to their little cottage, on the fourteenth day after the removal of Quinn’s stitches; he walked into the bedroom to change and found it set up for a seduction. The bed had been decked out in the black silk sheets they saved for special occasions and scented candles softly lit the room. Quinn was draped across the bed, wearing nothing but a huge grin.

Quinn locked eyes with James, and crawled on hands and knees across the bed as he spoke. “Your boy needs servicing, and you have the only tool that can fix him?” Quinn arrived at the end of the bed and moved into a sitting position. He took hold of the belt loops on James’ trousers and pulled his husband towards him. He let out a quiet snicker as James growled in response. His laugh turned a little evil when he noticed James’ trousers growing tighter as he undid his Inn Keeper’s belt and unfastened the top button and zipper. Quinn lowered James’ pants and boxers just enough to give him access to the tool he was seeking.

He had been paying full attention to the trousers in front of him until he took hold of his treasure. Once he had James’ growing cock in his hands, Quinn looked up at his husband, and gave him a wickedly seductive look, before he began to orally pleasure his partner. He didn’t keep James’ cock in his mouth for too long; both he and James had received quite a bit of oral enjoyment over the last three and half weeks. His goal was to get his husband as hard as possible in the quickest way he knew. Once James was erect, Quinn released the beautiful cock from his mouth and reached out to grab a bottle of lube. He handed the bottle to James, and climbed back on the bed. He crawled toward the headboard, making sure that James had a great look of his butt swaying as he moved. He turned his head and looked at his handsome Top. “I hear you give the best lube jobs in town, and when your done with the lube I need you to fill me up, please.”

James flipped the lid on the bottle and poured a large puddle of lube into the palm of his left hand. “Oh I’ll fill you alright,” he growled. He dipped the fingers of his right hand into the lube; using his index finger he carefully circled his husband’s tight pucker. As he breached the opening his finger slid over the slight ridge of scar tissue left from the tear, his mind slipped back to the moment of the injury, he could hear Quinn’s yell of pain, see the blood, feel his sense of panic. James tried to put the whole nightmare out of his mind, and put his thoughts back to making love to his husband. As he slid a second finger in Quinn let out a slight hiss and James froze. He quickly withdrew his fingers from his lover and felt his desire leave him as suddenly as it had risen. He sat down on the side of the bed, his erection flagging. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

Quinn could tell the mood in the room had changed quickly. He sat down and scooted across the bed to James. He scanned his lover and noticed that the erection he had expertly brought to life was gone. He thought he must be mistaken, in the five plus years he and James had been a couple, this had never happened. He placed his arm around James’ shoulders, and looked back down into James’ lap to be sure he had seen correctly. He had.

Quinn climbed off the bed and kneeled in front of James. He gently placed his hand under his husband’s chin and lifted it, so that he could look into James’ eyes. Quinn’s voice was soft and full of love and concern. “Hey there big guy, what’s going on?”

James turned his head away; he was both embarrassed and angry. His anger was not directed towards Quinn but non-the-less a large part of him felt like lashing out. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before; he’d never felt anything but anxious to make love to this wonderful man. His hands clenched into fists as he forced himself to draw several calming breaths. Quinn waited patiently while James gathered himself. How could he get past this, how could he make love to his husband if all he could think of was the cry of pain and the sight of blood? More importantly how could he explain that to Quinn?

He made himself turn to look back at the patient eyes of his lover. “I’m sorry babe...I just...I couldn’t, I can’t hurt you again. I need some time...I’m sorry.” He stood and tugged his boxers and trousers back into place and walked into the ensuite, closing the door behind him. He leaned over the sink and ran the cold water and splashed it over his face. When he looked up, the face in the mirror seemed to mock him; he turned away and slammed his fist down on the counter top.

Quinn winced at the sound of James banging his fist on the counter. He got up off the floor and pulled on a pair of sweat pants. He was unsure of what to do for James. On the rare occasions in their relationship that Quinn had seen James this angry, he had found it best to leave his husband alone, but this…THIS felt different. He wanted to be near his husband; he wanted to assure James that he was okay. He wanted assurance that James was okay. He walked over the bathroom and stood outside the door with his hand resting against the wood. “James, honey, can I get you something?”

James realized how cowardly he was being, Quinn deserved to know what was going on with him. He would hardly tolerate it if Quinn were hiding out in the bathroom, from him; he had to at least hold himself up to the same standards as he held his husband.

He opened the door and gave Quinn a weak smile. "I'm so sorry my love." He pulled the younger man into his arms. "I want you so much, but when I felt that scar and heard you hiss as I stretched you, well...suddenly it was three weeks ago and I'm sorry...I just couldn't."

“James, I’m healed. We even waited an extra two weeks, and there have been many times I’ve hissed when you were stretching or entering me. It doesn’t mean I’m tearing. And besides all that, you didn’t hurt me. I forced myself on you without lube. It was an issue of lube, and I don’t think either of us are going to forget it again.” Quinn slid his hand into James’ trousers. “Come on, my love, the best thing for when you falter is to get back in my saddle as soon as possible.” He smiled and gave James a pleading look.

James followed Quinn back to their bed, he stretched out and pulled his husband down beside him and spooned up against his back, gently kissing his neck. "I'm tired my love it was a busy day at the Inn. What I really could use is a nap, snuggled up here, with the one I love. I'm sure when I wake up I'll feel up to loving you the way you deserve."

Quinn acquiesced to James' request, and they settled down to nap. James woke first and slipped quietly out of their bed without waking his husband. He wanted to give himself some more time before trying to make love again and figured making dinner would do just that. He had the chicken on the grill and the veggies tossing in the wok when Quinn walked sleepily into the kitchen.

"Hi, sleepy head. Did you have a good nap?" He planted a kiss on Quinn's cheek when the younger man reached for a slice of red pepper.

Quinn returned James’ kiss. “I did, but I was expecting to be thoroughly loved when I woke up.” Quinn noticed that his comment caused James to stiffen a bit, and not in the way he was hoping. He stood behind his husband and began to rub James’ shoulders. “I’m sorry you had a rough day. How about after dinner we have a soak in the tub, and then maybe I can rub some of the tension out of your back and shoulders?”

“That sounds perfect, babe.”

They ate dinner slowly, and when finished James did the clean up. Quinn filled their large Jacuzzi tub, and lit the several candles that decorated their large ensuite bathroom.

James stood in the door of the bathroom and watched as his very naked, and very handsome husband leaned over the bath to test the temperature. James walked up behind his husband and leaned over Quinn’s long and lean body to turn off the tap.

Quinn smiled as he felt James growing erection pressing against him. “Well hello,” Quinn said. He turned around and wrapped his arms around his husband’s hips.

“Mmmm,” James sighed. He breathed in the spicy smell of ylang-ylang. He smiled at his Brat’s continued attempt to seduce him.

Quinn slid his hands under James’ shirt and lifted it off of his lover’s body. He then unfastened the fly of his husband’s trousers and slid them down James’ legs. James stepped out of the pants. Quinn took hold of James hand as he stepped into the tub; the two men continued to hold hands as James stepped into the steamy water. “Ahhh,” James moaned as he lowered himself into the Jacuzzi. He sat between Quinn’s legs and rested his back against Quinn’s strong chest. Quinn turned on the jets, and James let out another soft moan as he enjoyed the gentle massage from the streams of water.

Quinn picked up the natural sponge and dipped it into the water. He ran the warm sponge over James’ chest, gently squeezing the hot water as he moved the sponge around James’ body. The light texture of the sponge stimulated James’ skin, causing it to tingle slightly as his blood rushed to the surface of his skin.

Quinn noticed much of the tension leaving James body; he wanted his husband relaxed, but not so relaxed that he would fall asleep. He turned off the jets and helped James out of the tub. Quinn dried off their bodies and led James to the bed.

The tired Inn Keeper lay down on his stomach. Quinn poured some massage oil into his hand; he climbed onto the bed and straddled James thighs. He used his powerful hands to work out the tight knots in James neck, shoulders and back.

Quinn finished the massage and laid his naked body on top of James’ naked flesh. He dropped light kisses down James’ back, every so often moving a little faster with a ticklish lick. Quinn reached James’ buttocks and spread them just a bit. James was a turbo Top, he did not enjoy anal penetration, but he was quite happy to be rimmed by Quinn’s expert tongue.

Quinn could tell that James was growing hard from the attention; he helped James to roll over. Once James was lying on his back, Quinn quickly lubed his husband’s cock. The big man had been so lost in his pleasure he hadn’t realized Quinn had straddled him.

Quinn used the extra lube on his hand to lube his own passage; he spread his cheeks and very slowly began to lower himself down onto James’ rigid member.

James had been lost in the pleasure of Quinn’s touch, but was suddenly catapulted back to reality when he felt his penis at Quinn’s entrance. He quickly sat up, leaving Quinn suddenly butt down on his lap.

The look on Quinn’s face was one of shock; James was rather shocked himself as he felt his erection once again begin to soften. This just couldn’t be happening to him, James Lefebvre did not have performance issues.

He sat forward and pulled Quinn into his arms and kissed his neck as he tried to find the words to explain. “I’m sorry baby, please forgive me. You’re going to have to give me some more time. I think I need to have a good night’s sleep and try to put all this behind me.”

Quinn was quietly supportive, and the two men spent the rest of the evening watching some TV before settling in to sleep. Before the sun began to brighten the morning sky, James was at the Inn diligently working on his books; having left his slumbering husband alone in their bed. He felt wracked with guilt for slipping away as he had; leaving only a note on the kitchen table, but that guilt was easier to live with than the humiliation of not being able to make love to his husband.

Quinn awoke to an empty bed, and his heart sank. He had ruined he and James’ sex life. Once again his lack of thinking, and rash behaviour had caused a major problem in their marriage. His poor James was suffering so. Quinn showered and got dressed. He wore an old and comfortable pair of jeans and James’ comfy hunter green v-neck sweater. He slipped on a pair of flip-flops and left the cottage in search of his husband.

Quinn entered the Inn through the main doors, hoping his husband would be at the front desk or in the dinning room visiting with his guests. James was wonderfully social; he was the consummate host and hotelier. He loved to visit with his guests and to hear their stories, and if James wasn’t out visiting with his guests during breakfast he must not be doing well. Quinn popped his head into the dinning room; and Mrs. Chelsea gave him a soft wave. “Good morning dear. If you’re looking for James, he’s upstairs in his office working on the books.”

“Thank you Mrs. C; and a good morning to you too.” Quinn slowly walked up the stairs, and silently stood outside the office door breathing softly and trying to find the words he needed. He walked into the office and shut the door behind him. He walked over to James, rested his hands on his husband’s shoulders and bent down to plant a soft kiss on James’ cheek. “I love you more than anything,” Quinn said.

James spun around in his chair, and pulled Quinn down onto his lap. He gave Quinn a firm and possessive kiss on his lips.

Separating from the kiss, Quinn blushed with embarrassment. “James, I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking, and I got hurt. How come you haven’t punished me? I broke our rules by not thinking about what I was doing, and I got hurt.”

James again gave Quinn a hard and deep kiss; he pushed his tongue inside Quinn’s mouth to taste and to take him. When he separated from the kiss, he gave his Brat a serious look. “Since when has it been up to you when, if, or how I punish you?”

Quinn blushed. “Never.”

“That’s right,” James said. “We were making love; and we were both lost in our desires. It is and was just as much my responsibility to make sure that we are both properly lubricated. It’s not your fault, and I don’t want to hear any more from you that it is.” James’ voice was firm, and his eyes were locked on to Quinn’s.

Quinn lowered his eyes in response.

“Understand?” James asked.

Quinn nodded.

“If you continue to blame yourself, and work yourself into a snit, or try and manipulate me into spanking you…I will use each one of those paddles in the discipline room to remind you of the roles in our relationship.”

Quinn’s blush grew deeper; sometimes he was sure James was a mind reader. He cuddled into James and rested his head against James’ chest. James wrapped his arms around his partner.

“Promise that you’ll stop blaming yourself too?” Quinn whispered.

James closed his eyes tightly, straining to hold back tears. “I promise,” he said.

They stayed cuddled together for a bit longer, until James glanced at the clock. “Come on babe, it’s getting late, and you need to get to the mine.”

Quinn slid off James’ lap, and his flip-flops made a loud clap.

James’ looked down at his husband’s footwear, and gave Quinn’s butt a firm swat. “You don’t have a lot of time, I’ll pack you a quick breakfast, and I suggest you go put your boots on. I don’t think either of us are up for dealing with the ramifications of you being written up for being late or another safety violation.”

Quinn shook his head and moved his hand to his butt and tried to rub out some of the sting, but he had a smile on his face, and was feeling more at ease. He gave James a soft kiss on the lips, and opened the office door. “Don’t forget, dinner at Mom and Pop’s tonight. I’ll see you there at 6:00 p.m.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

James was in the kitchen drinking a beer and visiting with Quinn’s mother and sisters-in-law when the Sweeney men made their ways through the maze of children playing in the front yard and entered the house in search of their of spouses. Rowen found his wife standing near the refrigerator. He gave her a quick kiss and then opened the icebox door and began to toss beers to his father and brothers.
Quinn gave James a soft kiss.

James looked slightly concerned at Quinn’s furrowed brow; he smoothed Quinn’s hair out of his eyes. “Hi babe. How was your day?”

“Okay,” Quinn answered.

“That’s good; are you feeling all right?” James questioned.

“Ya, I’m fine, just a little headache.”

“Sarah,” James asked Quinn’s mother, “do you have any aspirin? Quinn has a headache.”

“Oh yes, of course dear. It’s in the medicine cabinet in Papa’s and my bathroom. I’ll get it for you.”
“No, Ma. Stay here; I’ll get it,” Quinn told his mother. He gave James another small kiss. “I’ll be right back.” Quinn made his way across the kitchen and walked down the hall. He glanced at the pictures on the wall. They started with pictures of his parents’ courtship and continued up to pictures taken of his nieces and nephews hunting for eggs this past Easter. He walked through his parents’ bedroom and into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, and decided to use the toilet while he had the chance. The Sweeney clan now boasted eleven adults and eleven small children. One often had to wait to use one of the two toilets in the small house. He washed his hands, and then grabbed hold of the mirror pulling it to open the cabinet. No movement. “Fuck,” Quinn swore under his breath. He gave a stronger tug, and several small prescription bottles fell into the sink. “Fuck,” he swore again, and picked up the bottles. Sarah Sweeney, Altace, his mother’s blood pressure medication…Patrick Sweeney, Sr., Advicor, his father’s cholesterol medication…a box containing small square packets of his mother’s hormones. Quinn picked up the last bottle—Patrick Sweeney, Sr., Viagra. ‘Gross,’ Quinn thought, ‘Parent sex.’ He got a bad visual in his head and dropped the bottle in the sink. Quinn picked the bottle up for a second time. He looked at the label intently, and then removed the cap and looked inside at the little blue pills.
Quinn heard a bang on the door, and dropped the bottle, spilling the pills into the sink. “Uncle Quinn hurry up! I’ve got to pee!” Quinn heard one of his little nieces outside the door.

Quinn quickly put the bottle back in the cupboard. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin and opened the bathroom door. “It’s all yours honey,” Quinn said to little Caitlin. He walked back down the hallway opening the bottle and pouring two pills into hand. He entered the kitchen, and put the bottle of aspirin down on the counter and picked up his beer. He screwed off the cap, and popped the pills into his mouth. He raised the bottle to his mouth, and quickly felt it being removed from his hand and replaced with a glass of water. Quinn gave a pout at having his beer taken away. “Maaaa,” he whined. “It’s aspirin not Tylenol; I can still have beer.”

“No one washes down pills with beer in my house.” Sarah informed her youngest child, using her best mothering voice. “It’s still thirty minutes to supper time. Now you go and have a lie down and let that aspirin work. James will get you when supper is on the table.”

James adored his mother-in-law, she was loving and kind, but raising five sons had given her a no nonsense way of handling them. “You’re ma is right.” James said as he guided Quinn from the kitchen. “A thirty minute rest will do you the world of good.”

As soon as they were out of view of the kitchen James landed a swat on his husband’s backside. “If your mother hadn’t taken that beer I would have. If you have a headache you don’t need to add alcohol to it.”

Quinn was rubbing his bottom as they entered the bedroom that he had formerly shared with his older twin brothers. It was still bedecked with the bunk beds that were now used by the multitude of grandchildren when they spent the night.

“Between you and ma I never catch a break.” He complained as he stretched out on top of the neatly made bed.

James sat on the edge of the bed, being watchful as to not bump his head on the upper bunk. “It’s a good thing your ma and I both love you so much.” He smiled and bent to give Quinn a gentle kiss. “Now close your eyes and have a rest. I’ll be back for you shortly.”

“K...” Quinn whispered as James left the room. He’d wanted to ask James to stay, but he didn’t like to appear needy with all his brothers in the house. He could just imagine the remarks they’d make if James had stayed with him. James was sensitive to Quinn’s apprehension as well; as he’d been witness to the teasing in the past. It was not that Quinn’s brothers meant any harm, but being the youngest by seven years and being gay had left Quinn with the feeling he had to prove himself as manly as any of the Sweeny’s.

Quinn woke to the feel of James’ lips gently kissing his own; he hadn’t even realized he’d dozed off. As he woke, he was amazed at how much better he felt. The aspirin and nap had made a huge a difference, but he was loath to admit that to either his husband or mother. He was however willing to let James know how much better he was feeling by deepening the kiss that James had started.

It took great restraint for James to pull back from Quinn’s warm mouth, had he not been in his in-laws home he’d have pressed onward, but the last thing he wanted to do was to start something he couldn’t finish. He gave his lover’s hip a firm pat and stood up, “Glad you’re feeling better love. Up you get now; your mom has dinner ready.”

Quinn felt his heart wrench when James withdrew from him so quickly; his fears that James still couldn’t respond to him were true. He crawled out of bed and followed James out of the room. “I need to wash up. I’ll meet you in the dinning room.”

“Okay,” James answered. “You should use your parents’ bathroom. I saw Aeden going into the hall bathroom when I came to get you.”

“Thanks,” Quinn said as he entered his parent’s bedroom, and James went the opposite direction towards the dining room. Quinn turned on the taps and began to wash his hands. He looked into the mirror, saddened by the fact that James had pulled out of their kiss. How was he going to let James know he was okay—that he was ready to resume intercourse? He worried if James would ever be able to make love to him again. What he needed was a way to help James regain his confidence, and it needed to happen to soon. He couldn’t stand watching James suffer from performance anxiety for another minute, and then it came to him. Quinn opened the medicine cabinet, removed his father’s Viagra prescription, removed two of the fifty-milligram tablets and placed them in his pocket.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Dinner was wonderful. Quinn loved to be in the presence of his whole family. When the chatter finally died down, and the plates were empty, Quinn and James helped Mrs. Sweeney clear away the dishes. Quinn’s sisters-in-law got up to help with washing. Sarah welcomed their help in the kitchen, but stuck her head back into the dinning room, and promptly told her sons to come help get the dishes washed, dried and put away. The kitchen for the second time that evening was full of life and laughter as Sully told the tale of watching their Patty get slapped across the face by Lila Bellingham at the Pool Hall. It seemed that Lila had caught Mr. Patrick Sweeney, Jr. kissing Trudy Lake when she believed that she and Patrick were dating exclusively. Which was quickly followed by Trudy Lake applying her hand to Patrick’s other cheek, as she told him she did not appreciate being made to look a harlot. Sarah Sweeney applied a firm whack with a wooden spoon to Patrick’s backside, as she admonished her son for his indiscretion. The other four Sweeney brothers and their spouses erupted in laughter, and then Rowen and Aeden continued to tease Patrick that he was going to need to move away, because at this point in his life he had thoroughly pissed off every woman in town.

When the dishes were done, Sarah began to remove fresh berry fools from the refrigerator and hand them off to a line of excited grandchildren. Once the children were busy digging into their desserts, the adults took their refreshments into the dining room. Quinn handed James both of their treats. “Will you take these, and I’ll be right behind you with our coffee.”

“Decaf,” James said, followed by a look that implied he meant for both of them.

Quinn nodded, he knew James would request decaf, and that would give him just the distraction he needed. He took his time roaming through the cupboard for the ground beans, watching as the kitchen slowly began to empty. He then poured the coffee into the French press, covered it with water and filled the two mugs. He added cream, sugar, and two little blue pills to James’ cup. He stirred until he was sure all was dissolved.

He walked back to the dinning room and set the mug in front of his husband.

James was enjoying the evening with Quinn’s family; they were good people and always made him feel like he belonged. Of course any meal that Sarah Sweeney prepared was a pleasure and tonight was no exception. Well except for the coffee, he’d barely managed to finish the cup and quickly refused a second when it was offered. His mother-in-law’s coffee was normally quite mellow, but this evening it had been bitter and off tasting. He was quite surprised to see Quinn accept a second cup, as his husband was usually the first one to complain if his coffee was bitter.

As the evening wound down James found himself engaged in a political conversation with his father-in-law. Normally discussing the current conservative government in Ottawa would have kept James attention, but a simple glance towards Quinn had his mind wandering in another direction, and his pants growing very snug.

Quinn was squatting down to kid height, helping his young nephew with some Lego creation. His faded Levi 501s were stretched perfectly across his tight butt, and when he stood and turned, James could see the soft fabric had molded itself around his husband’s cock. ‘Damn that Brat is going commando!’ His realization caused his own cock to expand even further. James was suddenly very grateful for the snugness of his boxer briefs, they were holding enough to save him from total humiliation.

James was startled as Patrick Sweeney, Sr.’s voice drew him back from his reverie. “…so I figure by summer. What do you think?”

“Yes…yes, I’m sure you’re right,” James fumbled.

Patrick, Sr. was nothing but a wise and observant man; he gave his son-in-law’s arm an indulgent squeeze. “I don’t know about you lad, but I’ve had a long day, and I’m thinking it’s time to call it a night.”

Knowing he’d been caught out, James smiled graciously. “Thank you, Patrick for a very special evening. I think I’ll gather up your son and head on back home.” James wandered over to where Quinn stood and wrapped his arm around the slightly smaller man’s waist. He leaned over and whispered huskily into Quinn’s ear. “Time to say goodnight, commando boy.”

Quinn could feel James’ raging erection pushing against his butt. The sound and feel of his husband caused Quinn’s cock to come alive. He wasn’t sure if he could say good-bye to his family fast enough. There would be no drawn out hugs and kisses this evening. “Bye Ma, everything was perfect as usual. Pop, I’ll see and the guys at the mine in the morning. Bye everyone. We love you.” Quinn spoke the words as he took hold of James’ hand and made towards the front door.

James gave a quiet laugh to the quickness of Quinn’s withdrawal, but he wasn’t going to complain about it. He was just hoping he wouldn’t need to pull the car off the road on the way home to fuck both he and Quinn’s brains out. “Goodbye everyone. Since the weather is turning nice, I think our next dinner should be a barbeque at our place. We’ll e-mail you next week.” James blew a kiss to the family on his way through the door. He closed the door behind him, and he and Quinn both made a quick jog down the driveway to James’ Camry.

By the time they were seated in the car they both had painful erections straining in their pants, waiting for release. James drove a bit faster than normal towards the Inn. He pulled the car into the drive next to their little cottage. As they were getting out of the car, James leaned over the roof, and quietly growled to Quinn. “Get yourself in the house boy.”

Quinn had no reply other then a yelp of delight at James command. Quinn sped to the front door fumbling with his keys. He put the key in the lock and felt James’ pressed against him. “When you get through that door, I want you to go over to the sofa.”

Quinn turned the key and unlocked the dead bolt.

“Drop your pants.”

Quinn removed the key from the top keyhole and thrust into the bottom lock.

“Bend over the sofa,” James continued to growl.

Quinn turned the key and pushed the door open. He and James stumbled through the doorway.

“And spread your cheeks.”

Quinn could feel his cock beginning to leak.

James removed the keys from the door, closed it and sealed the locks.

Quinn was standing behind the couch fumbling with his belt buckle, and then each of the buttons on his fly.

James was already standing behind him, with a bottle of lube in his hands. He placed his hands on the outer part of each of Quinn’s thighs and pulled the jeans down to Quinn’s ankles.

Quinn bent forward over the arm of the sofa, he reached his hands behind himself and stretched his butt cheeks apart--so far that he felt a lovely stretch.

James stood back for a moment to admire the view. Quinn had a butt that was the envy of angels; it was firm and had the perfect amount of fullness. It had been the first physical attribute James had noticed on the day they met, of course the fact that Quinn had been bent over tying his shoelace when James first saw him might have had something to do with that.

He realized now that he was ready to move past his fear of hurting Quinn, he wanted so badly to make love to his husband, to sink his throbbing member deep between these gorgeous cheeks. His erection was straining painfully against his pants as he stripped off his clothes, carelessly tossing them aside in favour of getting at the willingly offered butt more quickly.

James’ filled the plastic syringe with lube as Quinn’s asshole began to wink at him. He pushed the syringe into Quinn’s opening and quickly injected the lube up his back passage. He threw the lube applicator to the side, and lubed his very hard cock, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He spread the lube over Quinn’s puckered opening and slid a finger deep inside.

Quinn released a hiss of pleasure as he felt James insert a finger. James swirled the finger and then pulled it almost all the way out and pushed two fingers into Quinn’s butt. By the time he had three fingers sliding in an out, Quinn was gasping and begging for more.

“Ahhhhh,” Quinn grunted.

James smiled, at his husband’s pleasure. He noted the slight ridge of scar tissue from the injury but didn’t allow it to draw his mind away from his goal. He removed his fingers, placed one hand on Quinn’s hip and the other on his cock. “You ready for me baby?” he asked as he lined his cock up to the opening.

“Do it!”

James needed no further encouragement as he slid his cock into the welcoming warmth of his lover.

Quinn released a little grunt of pain.

James stopped and allowed his husband to adjust to the fullness of his head. He felt Quinn began to push himself backwards, and he placed his hands over Quinn’s, signally to his husband that he could stop his spreading. James pushed his cock all the way in and relished in being swallowed by Quinn’s hot, tight, and adequately slippery ass. “Oh god baby you feel so good” he gasped. James made three quick hard thrusts, banging his balls against Quinn’s butt.

Quinn let out pleasurable yet strained grunts.

James stopped his thrusts for a moment. “Brace yourself for what shall be a very serious fucking.”

James set up a driving rhythm that had both men hanging on tightly to the sofa to maintain their balance. James held out as long as he could but it had been too long since they’d done this and he soon felt his balls drawing up in readiness to release. He reached around and took hold of Quinn’s cock and began to pump it, the remaining lube on his hand and Quinn’s pre-cum made it slick and within moments both men were yelling out their climax.

James lay over Quinn’s back panting hard from the exertion. After a few moments he slid his cock from his lover, quite surprised to realize he was still hard. It seemed his libido was in over drive, he thought if his sensitive post-fuck cock head could be persuaded to participate he might get a double header here. He pulled Quinn up and took him into his arms kissing him deeply. Quinn felt James’ hard cock pressing against him. “Hey big guy, you ready for more so soon?”

James laughed, “What can I say? You make me hot. Let’s get into bed and see where this takes us.”

They entered the bedroom and James quickly pulled back the covers and drew his lover down into his arms. “I love you so much.” He rolled Quinn onto his back and began to tease the younger man’s nipples with his fingers while he worked on marking him with small love bites across each shoulder. James enthusiasm soon had Quinn’s deflated cock firming up as he moaned under his lover’s attention.

Quinn drew his legs up and looked deeply into James hazel eyes. “Take me.”

James slid his raging cock deep into his husband’s channel; it was still slick with lube and his cum. He didn’t go at things quite as hard and fast as he had in the living room, this would be a long slow love making. He took his time moving in and out, planting kisses and more love bites on Quinn’s chest, he sucked on the brown nipples until Quinn was gasping from the exquisite and almost painful stimulation. After almost fifteen minutes James finally felt himself ready to cum, he picked up the pace of his thrusts, and took hold of Quinn’s hand and placed it on his cock. “Do it.” He growled. “Make yourself cum.”

Quinn worked his own cock and was soon yelling as he shoot cum up over his hand onto his abdomen and James’ chest. Moments later James followed him over the edge and came, filling his husband’s bowels with his essence.

James pulled out and collapsed on his back beside Quinn barely able to catch his breath. He was vaguely aware of Quinn leaving the bed and returning moments later with a warm wet cloth to clean them both up. As soon as Quinn touched his cock James let out a hiss of pain. He suddenly realized why he was so uncomfortable, his cock was still raging hard, but hypersensitive from having cum twice in less than an hour.

“Fuck!” he swore. “Don’t touch me.” James couldn’t believe he was still hard. What the hell was going on with him? “God I think I need to take a cold shower. I haven’t been hard like this since I was a teenager.”

Quinn grew nervous when James erection didn’t seem to be fading, but tried not to let James sense his anxiety.

James got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom to take a cool shower in hopes that the shock of the cool water would allow his rock hard cock to relax.

Quinn cringed at James’ screech in response to the cool water and then again when James released a long string of obscenities at his still rigid member. The younger man got out of bed and put on his bathrobe. He looked at the clock; it was only nine thirty—still early enough to call the doctor. He was thankful that Patrick answered the phone, and that he wouldn’t have to explain his panic to either Hugh or Kyler. “Hi Patrick,” he started. “Umm, what would happen if someone took a couple of Viagra…and say then couldn’t loose their erection?”

Patrick sensed the anxious distress in Quinn’s voice. “Quinn what did you take?”

“Um…I didn’t take anything.” Quinn paused.

The doctor was not appreciating the bratty avoidance. “Quinn?”

Responding nervously to the toppiness in Patrick’s voice, Quinn responded, “I gave a couple of my dad’s pills to James.”

Patrick was quick to realize that the Brat on the other end of the phone had given James the pills without gaining his husband’s consent. “Put James on the phone,” Patrick instructed.

Quinn wanted to say that James was in the shower, but he had heard the water turn off. “Um…can’t you just tell me what we should do?” He asked, hoping to keep his top from needing to know about the little blue pills he had slipped into his coffee earlier in the evening.

“No, I can’t. I need to ask James some questions to determine if this is a medical emergency, so put him on the phone, now please.”

Quinn nervously walked the phone into the bathroom, where he found James towelling himself off. James penis was an angry purple and still stood firmly erect. Quinn timidly held the phone out to his husband. “Ummm…James…Patrick needs to talk to you.”

James was miserably uncomfortable and hardly in the mood for a phone conversation. “Can’t you deal with him?” James whispered, “He’s your brother.”

Quinn sighed, “No not my brother, Patrick Dean.” He pushed the phone towards James.

James’ eyebrows furrowed as he took the phone from his husband. “Patrick?”

“James, I understand you’ve got a problem, and I need to ask you some questions so I can decide if you need medical intervention right away or if we can get you to try some things at home that may help. “

“Quinn called you?” James shot Quinn a look as he searched his mind for a comfortable way to discuss his painfully uncomfortable condition.

“Yes and from what I’m hearing with good cause. Listen to me, my friend, priapism is a serious problem. If that’s what you have you need treatment immediately. So drop the embarrassment and answer my questions. How long has it been since the erection started?”

James thought back to when he first became aroused at his in-laws home. “I’d say about an hour and three-quarters.”

“Okay,” Patrick replied. “That’s good. We use a window of four hours before we label it as priapism. I assume you’ve had at least one ejaculation since the start.”

James sighed, Patrick was right this was no time to worry about embarrassment but that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling it. “Two and I just took a cold shower but, it’s not subsiding and it’s not exactly feeling good anymore.”

Patrick’s voice was calm and professional, “How are you feeling otherwise? Any pain other than your penis, headache, dizziness, sweating?”

“No, I feel okay.”

“Do you have any anti-histamines in the house?”

“Yes we always have some Benadryl for Quinn. You know how he reacts to bug bites.” James replied.

“Alright, I want you to take two 25mg tablets right away. Then as uncomfortable as it is, I want you to ice it for ten minutes. If it still hasn’t gone down, wait ten minutes without the ice and repeat another ten with it on. Do this off and on for an hour, if the erection hasn‘t subsided by then I want you to call me and I’ll meet you at the clinic. Don’t hesitate to call me immediately if it becomes intensely painful or you have any other trouble. Okay?”

“Yes, I’ll do that, Patrick, thank you. I’m sorry that Quinn bothered you at home.”

“He didn’t bother me he was worried about you.” Patrick hesitated for a moment before continuing. “James, you need to talk to him about the cause of this.”

James’ eyebrows flew up into his hairline, had he been so blinded by his own discomfort to miss something with Quinn? What was the doctor getting at? He looked to where Quinn was standing in the bathroom doorway, misery written all over his face. What was going on here? “Ummm thanks again Patrick. I’ll be in touch.” One thing was for certain he had to deal with the immediate problem at hand before he dug into the root cause of it. He switched off the cordless phone and put it on the counter, then dug in the medicine chest for the Benadryl.

“I need one of those frozen gel packs, Quinn can you get it for me please?” James asked as he swallowed the tablets with water from the bathroom cup.

Quinn left the bathroom and went to the kitchen to retrieve an ice pack from the freezer. He carefully wrapped the cool blue pack in a tea towel, and returned to the bedroom to find James sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. Quinn handed his husband the cold package, and James gently placed it over penis. James hissed in pain, and then panted through the initial coldness.

Quinn watched James with tears rolling down his face.

As James adjusted to the coldness, and found that it began to give him relief as he felt the depletion of his erection. James reached his hand out to Quinn, and Quinn leaned into place his head against the palm of James’ hand. “Come here,” James said, with a bit of exhaustion, but his voice was full of tenderness. James slowly helped Quinn to lay down and rest his head against James’ thigh.

“I’m sorry,” Quinn hiccupped.

“I know baby,” James responded. “We’ll take care of it and be fine. Do you think you can tell me why Patrick would suggest that I ask you about the cause of…” James paused and looked down at his lap, “…this?”

Quinn was still quietly crying, and it took a minute to try and gain control of his breathing. “I was worried about you. You’ve never had a problem performing, and I thought maybe I had traumatized you.” Quinn stopped and bit his lip, recognizing it was slightly easier to talk when he wasn’t having to look directly at James, but he still struggled for words. He had hoped that his simple reply would be enough of an answer, but James sat patiently waiting for Quinn to continue. “I saw my dad’s Viagra prescription in the medicine cabinet when I went to get some aspirin, and umm…uh….well I thought if I gave you one or two, it might help to restore your confidence.”

Though Patrick’s suggestion had tipped him off, James was still stunned by Quinn’s admission. “You gave me Viagra?” He drew a deep breath to steady his voice. “How...how did you?”

“Coffee.” Quinn answered so softly James could barely make out the word.

“I see,” was all James could think to say. He thought back to the bitter coffee he’d forced down so as not to disappoint his mother-in-law. He knew he had to consider this for a while; he needed to contemplate the implications and consequences of his Brat’s actions.

The pain in his groin was rapidly depleting along with the persistent erection. James sat stroking Quinn’s head and quietly thinking for almost fifteen minutes until he was sure his ‘problem’ had well and truly vanished. During this time Quinn was uncharacteristically silent. James was well aware of the fact that his husband was stewing and had he not had his own serious thinking to do he would have put an end to Quinn’s worrying sooner.

Finally James came to a conclusion of how he would handle the issue at hand. He gave Quinn a pat on the butt, “sit up baby we need to talk.”

Quinn reluctantly complied with James request, though he kept his eyes down not wanting to see the look on his husband’s face.

James put his hand under Quinn’s chin and tipped his head up. “Look at me please.” He could see the unshed tears welling in the sad blue eyes. “Quinn...” he began. “I can understand that you were concerned, and I can certainly understand you wanting to help resolve the issue. However, I think you realize that you made a very poor and impulsive decision this evening. Following through on rash ideas without thinking out the consequences isn’t a new issue for us; is it?”

Quinn shook his head sadly.

“What you did tonight was completely unacceptable, it was dangerous, disrespectful, and from a strictly legal point of view was assault to drug me without my consent.” He paused to see what effect his words were having upon his husband. “Before I tell you what decision I’ve made regarding your punishment, do you have anything else you’d like to say?”

Quinn took a hiccupped breath. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t think it would hurt you. I just wanted to help.” His unshed tears began to fall down his cheeks when he heard James’ reply.

“I know love, and it’s the not thinking that got you into trouble.“ James patted Quinn’s hip, causing his breath to hiccup a second time. “Please go wait for me in the discipline room.”

Quinn looked at James with sad eyes. He had never been sent to the discipline room. They had played in there a bit in the weeks since he had finished the room, but it had yet to be used for discipline.

James nodded and tilted his head towards the room. “Go on, I’ll be there in a minute.”

Quinn got up off the bed and slowly walked to the small room off the hall, opened the door, flipped on the soft light, and sat down on the red chaise love seat burying his head in his hands.

James waited on the bed until he was sure Quinn had situated himself in the discipline room as he’d been instructed. He looked down at his now flaccid cock and sighed, he knew Quinn loved him and would never set out to harm him in anyway. He also knew his Brat well enough to know it was really love and worry that caused him to take such a rash and ill-considered action. The poor boy really believed James needed help. However that didn’t excuse him from doing it, and James needed to deal with the poor choice while at the same time reminding his husband of the roles each of them held within their relationship.

He went to his bureau and pulled out the solid black silk lounge pants Quinn had given him as an anniversary gift, they would be comfortable against his sensitive organ but also allowed James to present the image of sex charged strength he was looking for. Quinn needed to know in no uncertain terms that James was his Top in all areas and tonight’s little escapade had a slight undertone of topping from the bottom, which was something James would never tolerate, even if it weren’t consciously intentional.

The next couple of hours would be difficult, but James knew in the end they would be very beneficial for their relationship. He entered the discipline room with a stern face, and stopped in the doorway bare-chested with his hands on his hips—just over the top of his low hanging silk pants. Quinn looked so sad sitting on the lounge he had to steel himself to continue with his plan.

“Quinn, please collect all the paddles from the cupboard and lay them out on the table.” He indicated the low table that stood to the side of the love seat.

Quinn looked up at him, with eyes that spoke of nervous trepidation, but he silently moved to the small cupboard and took out the first paddle he and James had ever bought; it was a small polished wooden one that resembled a ping-pong paddle. He removed the paddle from its hook and carried it to the table placing it neatly with the handle towards the seat. He then retrieved the second paddle; it was red leather with an elongated face, and placed it neatly next to the first. He continued this pattern with the third paddle—Quinn hated the third paddle; it was a traditional wooden fraternity style paddle with holes drilled through it. The fourth paddle they had purchased on their trip to San Francisco last winter; it was small and covered in black leather. Quinn laid it next to the evil frat paddle, and then took down the last of the horrible implements. This was a new one James had ordered when Quinn finished the discipline room; it was large and flexible, and made of fine black leather. Quinn feared it would pack a real wallop.

Once the paddles were placed on the table Quinn stood beside it with his head bowed. He had never imagined that when James had warned him of the repercussions of trying fix his guilt over his injury, that he would actually be paddled with each of the paddles they owned. Why he ever doubted he would face this, he had no idea, because James and never failed to follow through on a promised punishment. And now here he stood waiting to be paddled to what he imagined was within an inch of his life.

James didn’t keep him waiting long; he slowly moved to the table and picked up each paddle, one at a time as if inspecting for flaws before placing it back in the exact place Quinn had put it. He stood in front of Quinn and took hold of his head with both hands pulling him into a bruising kiss, he forced the younger man’s mouth open and ravaged it with his tongue he was neither gentle nor slow, and left Quinn panting for breath when he released him.

James never ceased to amaze his Brat, by providing exactly what he needed. Quinn needed to feel that the punishment he was to receive was sufficient enough to cover the graveness of his crime, and he needed to know that James loved and craved him to an extent that demonstrated the greatness of his devotion.

James looked deeply into his husband’s eyes as he spoke. “Though you’re in a mess of trouble my boy and this isn’t going to be easy for you, never doubt that I love you more than life.”

Quinn’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he nodded his understanding.

James sat on the love seat and pulled Quinn along side of him. He unfastened the belt of Quinn’s robe, and gave it a small tug causing it to fall to the floor. “Over you go.” He instructed as he guided Quinn across his lap, he waited until Quinn’s upper body was stretched out comfortably across the cushion beside him. He wrapped his left arm securely around Quinn’s waist, and raised his right hand bringing it down heavily onto the white butt cheeks laid out before him.

James spanked rapidly until he had covered every square inch of Quinn’s butt and his upper thighs. His lover was trying to be stoic but a few tears and gasps had escaped his attempt. Without a pause James lifted up the small wooden paddle and brought it down smartly, he delivered four stinging swats before he changed to the red leather paddle and applied an additional four swats.

Quinn’s tears were now flowing freely, though he was still trying to hold back on his verbal response. The application of the wooden frat paddle broke the last of his reserve leaving him wailing out in sorrow.

James drew a bracing breath and moved on to the small leather covered paddle; its blows were sharp but small and stung mightily over the already abused skin. Lastly he hefted the large black leather paddle; James knew the sting of this would be felt for some time, he raised it high and brought it down once across the sit spot at the juncture of each cheek and thigh before tossing it back onto the table.

Quinn let out a loud wail of pain and seemed to collapse in utter exhaustion and misery across James’ lap. James too felt completely exhausted and was unsure he was up to completing the next part of his plan. He gently turned Quinn to his side and slid himself up the love seat so that Quinn’s head was in his lap. He gently soothed his husband through the worst of his tears and sobbing, however he offered no words of absolution as yet. The only things given were the gentle stroking of Quinn’s hair and an offer of tissues to dry his tears. James and Quinn stayed that way for more than thirty minutes. It allowed them both time to recover, and time for James to obtain the strength and desire to do what he felt was needed to return things to rights between he and Quinn.

Once ready, James stood and pulled Quinn up to his feet. He left Quinn standing while he went to the small bar fridge in the corner and pulled out two bottles of water. He cracked the tops off both and handed one to his husband. “Drink it all,” James instructed as he downed the contents of his own bottle.

When the bottles were empty James put them aside and took Quinn by the biceps. “Come with me please.” He guided his husband the few steps to the dark brown leather spanking horse. Quinn had picked this out himself from an on-line catalogue; it had a rounded leather barrel shape and padded top, and four adjustable legs with attached restraints. Though James had no interest in using the restraints now; having Quinn bent over the horse put him in the perfect position for his final demonstration of control. “Bend over it and grasp the legs.” James ordered.

Quinn swallowed audibly but obeyed the command. James stood for a few moments taking in the view of the well-punished bottom that was thrust out by the angle of the horse. It was crimson red with slight signs of bruising in a few spots. Quinn would be sore for a few days, a solid reminder of this evening.

Quinn grew more apprehensive as he lay bent over the spanking horse with his ass in prime position for James to claim him. Sex wasn’t really used as a punishment in he and James relationship, but it was on occasion used as a tool to remind Quinn that James was the dominant in their relationship. On those occasions it was usually Quinn who requested it—where Quinn felt as if he had lost his way, and wanted to physically feel James bringing him back to his place in their home. But tonight was slightly different; tonight Quinn had not only put James in danger he had made an irrational decision that he thought was best for he and James and their relationship, and in doing so he had challenged James’ role as the head of their family. Quinn knew he was about to be taken--that James was preparing to assert his dominance, to claim Quinn as his Brat, and to re-establish the roles of their family. Although what Quinn had never even suspected was the new layer of punishment that was about to be added to their relationship.

James went back to the small cabinet where they kept the paddles and sex toys. He carefully placed each of the paddles back on their iron hooks, and pulled the black satin bag from one of the drawers. They had only ever used this device for play, certainly never as a punishment, but somehow James knew it was fitting for today’s circumstances. He removed the CB3000 male chastity device from the bag and returned to his place behind Quinn. “Spread your legs further apart.” He ordered.


Quinn complied with James order, allowing James to reach around his hips and slid the cuff ring of the device around Quinn’s scrotum and penis, then he slipped the ridged plastic tube over his cock, pushed the locking pins together and attached the brass padlock. Wearing the chastity device would prevent Quinn from achieving an erection or orgasm. The CB3000 was specifically made for extended wear and when locked into place it was impossible for the wearer to remove without the key. James was Quinn’s keyholder, and he kept the key safely hidden away from Quinn. “You’ll wear it until I decide otherwise.”

Quinn let out a soft-hiccupped cry. The thought of James having complete control over his ability to achieve an erection or have an orgasm sent a shudder of nervousness and desire through his body. Quinn realised as he felt the slight jerk of the lock clasping shut, that he had taken away James ability to achieve an erection and to have an orgasm. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to fully give of him self to James, and James’ authority in a new way. Quinn gasped when he felt James hard cock lightly touching his stinging ass. He felt that the combined apprehension and excitement of being reclaimed by James, caused discomfort as his cock strained and failed to become erect within the confines of the CB3000.

James was slightly surprised to find himself growing hard again. Part of him felt guilty that the sight of his husband red assed and locked in the chastity device was turning him on. But he had long ago made peace with his taste for BDSM. He knew that sex with Quinn was always consensual, and BDSM had played a part in his relationship with Quinn since the beginning. He was slightly concerned that after his earlier ‘difficulties’ he wouldn’t be able to achieve an erection but perhaps there was still enough Viagra in his system to aid things--he only hoped he wouldn’t have any of the same problems that he’d had earlier in the evening.

He quickly lubed his cock and lined it up with Quinn’s entrance; he knew his boy would still be lubed enough from their earlier lovemaking, but after the events of the past month James was not willing to take a risk of causing Quinn permanent harm. He placed his hands on Quinn’s hips and pushed in to the hilt with a single thrust. This was not lovemaking; it was raw hard sex with the single goal of putting to rights the balance of power between them. Within a couple of minutes James felt his balls rise and he let out a guttural cry as he spilled his seed deep within his husband.

Quinn’s cock had strained uncomfortably against the plastic of his chastity device for a long time after James had withdrawn from him. Quinn was physically and emotionally spent by the time James had finished fucking him for the third time that evening. He felt James gentle hands rubbing his back and helping him to stand. He turned into James’ chest, and let loose silent sobs, heartfelt apologies for his dangerous trickery, and thanks for James picking up the pieces and putting them back together again.

"Shh...We’re okay now baby." James soothed. "Come on, time we got to bed. We're both exhausted." James wrapped his arm around Quinn's waist and led him back to the bedroom. "Into the bathroom with you." He said as he guided his husband into their spacious en suite.

Quinn stood at the sink and brushed his teeth. James was standing next to him so their shoulders touched while he also cleaned his teeth. James ran a washcloth under warm water, applied some soap and gently washed Quinn's face. "I have to pee," Quinn said. He walked to the toilet and stood before the bowl. Quinn reached down to take hold of his penis, and gave a frustrated sigh as his hand wrapped around the plastic of the CB3000.

Quinn had been through the experience of urinating while wearing the device before. Trying to aim his urine into the toilet bowl while wearing the device was uncomfortable and difficult, he had found that the best way to empty his bladder while wearing the device was to sit.

He sadly looked over his shoulder at James.

"You're going to have to sit babe." James gently reminded him.

Quinn nodded. Sitting to pee the previous times he was confined like this hadn't bothered him. But when he had worn the device before, he and James had been playing; he didn't have a very sore butt from a major paddling. Quinn turned and lowered the toilet seat. He winced at the pain as his skin stretched while he bent to sit. The actual sitting caused him to emit a hiss and a bit of a whimper. He quickly emptied his bladder, and then took a small amount of toilet paper to dry off the chastity device. As Quinn stood, James stood behind him; he wrapped his arms around Quinn's waist and gently took hold of Quinn's cock. James squeezed a few drops of lube through the holes in the device, making the device more comfortable for Quinn.

James could see the discomfort on his lover's face. His heart ached for him but he knew Quinn would have to get used to this as James had no intention of removing the device for at least a few days.

Tonight’s episode was an indicator that things needed realigning between them and he intended to ensure that happened even if it was painful for both of them. “There that should help a bit.” He said as he put the lube back in the cabinet.

He guided Quinn over to the bed and took a few moments to straighten the sheets and fluff up the pillows before helping his husband to lie down carefully on his side; he covered him with the duvet and bent and gave him a gentle kiss. James slipped around to his side of the bed, climbed in and shimmied over until he was spooned up behind Quinn, with an arm wrapped tightly around him leaving a little space for air to flow over the tenderized backside.

“You okay babe?” he asked

Quinn let out a snorty laugh. "Good as can be expected, after being majorly fucked, paddled, and locked into a chastity device." Quinn felt James fingers softly moving on his hip. A few tears fell on his pillow. Quinn took a deep breath, clinched his teeth, and turned to face James. "I needed to feel more of you," he said as he rested his head on James' chest, and rested his body against the side of James'. He let out a soft sigh. "I'm better now. How are you? Are you alright?"

James stroked Quinn's back. "I'm okay, very tired but doing fine. How about you try and get some sleep. Morning will be here before either of us want." He tipped Quinn's head back and kissed him firmly. "I love you."

Quinn looked into James' eyes. "I love you, too." he said. Quinn rested his head back on James' chest and was quickly asleep.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Quinn woke quite a bit in the middle of the night and was quickly aware of his discomfort, but exhaustion would quickly win out over the pain, and he would fall back asleep.

James groaned as the alarm went off. The Inn continued on whether he felt like getting out of bed or not. Normally Quinn slept through the first alarm, allowing James to get up and showered before dragging his sleeping lover from bed, but this morning two sad eyes were looking at him as he was climbing from the bed. "Good morning." He offered softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore and uncomfortable," Quinn answered. He really wanted to ask James when he was going to remove the CB3000, but he wasn't sure he would get an answer he liked. James had said he would wear it until James decided it was time to take it off, and part of the punishment was giving into James' authority.

"I'm sure you are." James gave him a sympathetic smile but offered no reprieve. He pulled back the covers on the bed. "Let me have a look." He knelt on the bed beside Quinn and carefully inspected his butt. The worst of the redness had faded, there was some bruising and the skin certainly looked tender, but Quinn would live.

James bent over and kissed the back of Quinn's neck, while sliding his hand between Quinn’s legs and pushed them apart enough to move in between them. "You're mine." he whispered huskily as he pulled his lover's hips up encouraging him to his knees.

Quinn knelt with his butt up in the air and his head still buried in his pillow.

James reached over to the night table and pumped a puddle of lube into his hand. He spread some over his quickly hardening cock and used his fingers to push the rest inside of Quinn. Once he was sure his lover was properly stretched he aligned himself with the opening and pushed all the way in with a single thrust. "I want you to feel this all day." He grunted as he pulled almost all the way out and then shoved back in firmly. He found that Quinn was pushing back into him, to ensure that James was fully embedding himself. It didn't take long before James felt his balls drawing up and the shudder of his orgasm. "Aaaaah..." he cried out as he pumped his seed deep inside his husband.

James fell across Quinn's back and stayed there panting for a few moments before catching his breath enough to move. His softening cock slipped easily from the sloppy passage as he knelt back. Still a bit nervous from Quinn's injury he quickly looked for any sign of blood and was pleased to see all was healthy and normal. "Okay babe as much as I'd like to fall back to sleep it's into the shower for both of us. I need to be at the Inn in thirty minutes."

Quinn loved starting his day by James taking possession of him. Although he was left unsated and a bit uncomfortable, he was left quite contented.

Quinn climbed out of bed, took James hand, and followed his husband into the shower. The two men washed each other's bodies, and Quinn became very aware of the CB3000 when James' hand brushed against it. He blushed and lowered his eyes in embarrassment over his continued confinement. When both men were clean, James turned off the water and handed Quinn a towel.

"Dry off babe, and then use the toilet," James instructed. Quinn did as told, and then James applied several drops of lubricant to Quinn's cock.

Quinn was once again overcome with embarrassment. He blushed terribly, and a few stray tears escaped his eyes when he realized that James intended to leave him in the device. To that point Quinn had not anticipated going to work sealed in the chastity device. He had worn it out in public before--but it had been to dinner and the movies--Quinn had felt so kinky and aroused knowing what James intended for him upon their return home. Even though Quinn knew that the CB300 would be carefully concealed under his clothes. He was nervous and discombobulated at the thought of wearing the device in the presence of his father and brothers. There was no way they could know, but he still was not very happy about the prospect of feeling the plastic around his cock all through the day.

Quinn had a quick thought of asking James to release him from the embarrassment of wearing the chastity device in the presence of his family, but then remembered that he had spiked James' coffee causing James to become erect in the presence of his family. The revelation sealed Quinn to his fate. He slowly dressed in the work clothes that James laid out for him. He was very thankful that James had given Quinn one of his own sweaters to help fight the morning chill.

Once they were both dressed for their respective work days James pulled Quinn into his arms, kissing him possessively, his hands gently kneading the tender buttocks. “You don’t need to leave for work for an hour yet so you’ll come with me to the Inn and stay by my side until it’s time to go. After work you’re to come straight home, if I’m not here in the cottage you call me and I’ll come for you. For the next three days, other than work and the time it takes you to get to and from, you’ll be with me every moment.”

Quinn looked at James with sad eyes, and then lowered his eyes.

James gently placed his hand on Quinn’s cheek. “Not because I don’t trust you. I want to make sure that you’re okay. I want you to see and feel how much I love at every possible minute of the day. Okay?” James question was more to know that Quinn understood the reason behind his decision, not whether Quinn agreed with it. Quinn nodded, and James patted his husband’s butt. James returned the nod. “Right then, let’s go see what Mrs. C has made for breakfast.”

James took Quinn by the hand and led him across the yard in through the kitchen entrance of the Inn. Mrs. Chelsea was there preparing breakfast for the guests. Homemade blueberry scones with clotted cream and bowls of mixed berries and peaches were being laid out on trays to go into the dining room. The smell of the cook’s famous bacon frittata filled the air along with the tantalizing aroma of fresh brewed coffee.

“Good Morning Mrs. C.” James smiled appreciatively at the smells and placed a kiss on the cheek of his favourite employee. “Mmm Mmm Mmmm... I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’m sure every returning guest we have comes back solely due to your cooking.”

The older lady blushed and playfully pushed James away. “Oh stop with your sweet talk James Lefebvre, if you want breakfast for your sweet husband and yourself you’ve only to ask. After all it is your food.” She looked over to Quinn. “Good morning luv, you haven’t been over for breakfast all week I was beginning to think you’d found a new place to get your scones.”

Quinn smiled at the older woman. “Good morning, Mrs. Chelsea,” Quinn said. “How could I possibly eat someone else’s scones; yours have won top prize at the Provincial Winter Fair for the last four years in a row.”

Once they’d eaten James and Quinn assisted Mrs. Chelsea with setting up the breakfast in the dining room for the appreciative guests. James took a moment to great each person as they arrived in the dinning room; ensuring everyone’s comfort and happiness with their stay.

Quinn gave a nod and good morning to the guests when James introduced him, but he was still feeling a bit fragile, so he made himself busy by refilling coffee cups and tea pots while James socialized.

James moved onto the front desk, guiding Quinn along with him. He got a report from the night manager then sent him on his way home with thanks. By the time this was done it was time for Quinn to leave for work. James walked him out to his truck and put the lunch bag Mrs. Chelsea had provided into his husband’s hand. “Try and have a good day baby and remember straight home when work is done.” He gave Quinn a brief but bruising kiss. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Quinn said as he climbed into the Bronco. Nothing about sitting in the driver’s seat of his car felt normal. His butt was still tender as if from a sunburn, and then there was the firm plastic phallic device that contained his cock. He started the car and backed out of the drive and onto the main road. A rabbit jumped into the road, and Quinn slammed on the brakes. “Fucking rabbit,” he yelled as the fluffy brown and white spotted bunny hopped safely to the other side of the road. The jarring stop had forced Quinn forward in his seat reigniting the burn in his butt. He gave a quick sigh. ‘I belong to James Lefebvre and him to me. As much as it may not feel like it at the moment, I’m sitting on a sore ass and locked into this damn chastity device of my own free will.’ Quinn rolled his eyes and stepped on the gas. ‘Sometimes I really wish I didn’t like the discipline aspect of our relationship. I know if I asked, James would give it up, but I don’t want him to. I like the balance and dynamics of our relationship. I love James’ dominant qualities; I love when James dominates me. I love submitting to his judgement, care,’ Quinn’s mouth formed into a wicked smile, ‘and his cock.’

Quinn arrived at the mine feeling mentally if not physically comfortable with his current state of being. Sadly that comfort faded as his physical discomfort grew over the course of the day. By the time the whistle at the mine blew signalling the end of the day, Quinn Seamus Sweeney was one very uncomfortable and cranky brat. He grunted his goodbyes to his father and brothers and climbed into his truck for the drive home. Arriving at the Inn, Quinn pulled his truck into the drive, exited the Bronco, slammed the door shut, and with a bit of a huff made his way to the front door of the cottage. He opened the front door to find James standing in the entryway with arms crossed and eyebrows raised. Quinn released an exhausted and emotional sigh. James held his arms open, and Quinn fell into his husband’s loving embrace.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

By the end of the third day James was feeling satisfied that their relationship was back in balance. He was proud of how Quinn had born the indignity of wearing the chastity device and difficulty of being confined to James side for all but his working hours. James had made love to Quinn twice each day with his husband unable to achieve an orgasm at any point. However James knew that Quinn was getting the message that he was loved, and that giving up control was part of what their relationship was about. Now it was Sunday evening and James was ready to release Quinn from the CB3000 and put this whole issue behind them once and for all.

When they finished dinner, James wiped down the counters as Quinn loaded the last of the things into the dishwasher. James rinsed out the dish cloth and placed it over the bar to dry, then reach around Quinn’s waist and pulled him up from where he was placing the soap in the dishwasher’s dispenser. “Come’re you.” He said as he zeroed in on the side of Quinn’s neck and began to suck on the tender skin.

James kicked the dishwasher door closed with his foot and hit the start button as he continued his assault on his husband’s neck. “Mmmmmm, you taste good. Let’s go in the bedroom where I can feast on you properly.”

Once in the bedroom James began stripping Quinn of his clothes. When Quinn moved to undo his jeans, James slapped his hand away. “Mine.” Was all he said as he went back to slowly undoing each button of the younger man’s shirt; finally sliding if off Quinn’s shoulders and tossing it carelessly onto the floor. He pulled the tight fitting tee from Quinn’s waistband and drew it up over his head, and threw it down on top of the shirt.

James took some time to caress the naked torso and leave little bite marks on the broad shoulders. His hands drifted down and back as he took hold of his husbands butt cheeks and kneaded them firmly. When Quinn grunted, James stopped and asked. “You’re not still sore are you?”

“No just a bit sensitive.”

“Good,” James laughed. “I have serious plans for that butt.” He could tell by the way Quinn was pursing his lips that he was feeling very uncomfortable as his cock tried to fill but was thwarted by the chastity device.

James slowly undid each button on Quinn’s jeans and slid them to the floor, the Brat wasn’t wearing any underwear or socks, so other than the jeans puddled around his feet the younger man was nude. James slid his hands around the plastic encased cock; he could feel heat through the acrylic. James slid a single finger back and scraped his nail gently over the wrinkle skin of the scrotum.

"Uhhhhh, James."

James chuckled as he slid to his knees and began to lick and suck the tender skin at the exposed base of Quinn’s cock. Then he pushed his husband’s legs further apart and set about giving an oral assault to Quinn’s balls. James sucked each one into his mouth gently working it with his tongue until Quinn was moaning loudly. He licked his index finger and began to tease Quinn’s hole sliding the tip of his finger in and out, while he continued sucking on the large egg shaped ball in his mouth.

"James.....please....please....you're killing me."

James released the testicle from his mouth and came back up to his feet. “Not yet, but I’m working on it.” He teased. “Get on the bed; I’ll be right with you.”

Quinn wasn't sure he wanted to continue on with James' torture; it was a horribly wonderful form of pleasure and frustration. Deciding that obeying James instructions even when he was in a playful mood was in his best interests, Quinn climbed onto the large bed.

James quickly stripped out of his clothes and knelt down on the side of the bed where Quinn was lying on his back looking up at him. James reached over and slapped the inside of Quinn’s thigh, “spread those legs boy,” he ordered. James moved between the spread legs and pushed them back so Quinn’s knees were pressed against his chest. He than began a careful job of prepping the younger man by stretching and lubing him until he knew Quinn was ready to be entered. “Gonna take you babe.” He said as he thrust into Quinn’s ass in one solid stroke. “Oh god yeah!” he cried as his cock was engulfed in the hot wet channel.

James reached over to his night table and moved his clock radio to reveal a small key lying there. “Ready to get out luv?” he asked as he dangled the key in front of his highly frustrated lover.

"YES!" Quinn replied.

James let out his deep and hearty laugh and then inserted the key into the tiny lock and quickly had the chastity device removed, within seconds Quinn’s cock was standing proud and tall. James took his lubed hand and began to stroke his husband’s ridged organ to the time of his thrusts. Seeing his lover’s excitement caused James to close in on his own orgasm just as fast. He thrust twice more and felt Quinn’s hot seed spilling over his hand as he shot his own deep inside his husband.

James collapsed over Quinn, trying valiantly to catch his breath. Once he could speak and move he rolled off to the side and drew Quinn along with him so they lay facing each other. “I love you babe.”

“I love you, too,” Quinn responded, “more than you can ever know.”

Finis