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This is Chad and Cameron's follow-up Story to ‘Daring Plans’.
Chad
and Cameron sat in the back seat of Hugh’s vehicle throughout the thirty minute
drive back to Jade Heights; at least one of them had been trying to hold back his
laughter as they listened to Kyler’s non-stop babbling. Not reacting soon
became impossible as the one-sided conversation turned personal.
Hungry
for more than food, Kyler seemed unsure of whether he wanted to eat first or
have sex. He was still enjoying an endorphin high. He eventually opted for the
second choice and began listing past sexual pursuits he’d delighted in most
with his partners. But it was when he moved on to comparing his lovers’ ‘junk’
as he called it that caused the men behind him to totally lose it.
Chad
sputtered into the handkerchief he’d pulled from his pocket and his eyes
watered. He felt like he was in danger of choking as he studied Hugh’s nonchalant
expression in the rear view mirror. He admired the man’s ability to keep his
cool the way he was.
Cameron was not as
restrained as his Top. He’d been giggling since they’d left the club, but when
Kyler started to list the differences between his partners, Cam almost
hyper-ventilated. It was only when his friend mentioned the dimensions of his
partner’s manhood that he felt an overwhelming need to join in. He later blamed
it on a lack of oxygen. “That’s nothing, man,” he began before being cut off.
“Don’t
you dare, Mugs!” Chad growled, reaching for Cameron’s hand and giving it a
warning squeeze. He breathed a sigh of relief when Hugh pulled up in front of
their home. “Thank you so much for playing chauffeur, Hugh. I really appreciate
it.”
“No
problem at all,” Hugh assured him. “I couldn’t see the point in taking more
cars than needed. Good evening to both of you.”
Chad
hustled his partner out of the car and closed the door. “Goodnight, Hugh, and
thanks again.” He stood on the curb and
waved as the vehicle drove out of sight.
Cameron wasn’t
tired but he was turned on. “I don’t know why you stopped me,” he grumbled as
they entered the house. “You got much better junk.” He looked up into Chad’s
eyes. “Look I know I’m in trouble for tonight but I’d rather deal with it
tomorrow. Tonight I just want you to make love to me.”
Chad
smiled his understanding. The sights and sounds his lover had revelled in
earlier this evening had left the younger man sexually charged. He realized it
would take time to get Cameron settled for the night as it was, without trying
to have a serious discussion with him.
Landing
a swat on Cameron’s butt, Chad quietly instructed, “Get upstairs and ready for
bed. I’ll join you as soon as I lock up.”
Cameron raced up the stairs and as soon he was in the bedroom he
stripped, grabbed the lube from the bedside table and waited eagerly for his
lover. His eyes lit up as Chad entered the room. There were twelve years
between the two, and Cameron often wondered how he’d lucked out and found his
perfect match. He knee walked down the bed and reached for the buckle on Chad’s
belt. “Someone is definitely overdressed,” he purred, “and it ain’t me.”
“I’ll rectify that in a minute, Mugs. I’ve something to do first.” Chad smirked wickedly as Cameron threw himself backwards with a loud groan of frustration. After turning off the overhead light and dimming the one on the night stand, Chad headed for their en suite. He immediately returned carrying a hand towel, which he tossed on the bed. Then he slowly undressed. He was aware of the other man’s eyes following his every move and he savoured a self-satisfied grin at the sight of his lover’s arousal.
“Spoilsport,” Cameron accused, even though Chad’s striptease had been
beyond hot.
Crawling
in beside Cameron, Chad pulled him close and soundly kissed the pouting lips,
entering the welcoming mouth and tasting the sweetness within. “You can undress
me next time, love,” he softly promised as he came up for air. He continued his
sensual assault by running large hands down the supple body he loved so much,
and placing tender kisses over the face he adored.
“I’ll take you up on that,” Cameron vowed, angling his mouth for another
of his partner’s earth-shattering kisses. His world briefly exploded once more and
he lay back. “I’m all yours,” he announced dramatically.
Chad’s tongue grazed
over the shell of his lover’s ear for a moment or two before he lightly blew on
the moistened area, causing Cameron to tremble. He took his time preparing the
love of his life, even as he sensed Cameron’s growing hunger to move things
along faster.
Cameron
was drowning in sensation. His lover knew his body so well and all his
erogenous zones were having plenty of attention paid to them. He had learnt
Chad’s equally as well and his hands ghosted over the older man’s body, hitting
as many areas as he could reach. He felt Chad’s fingers preparing him and
thrust back, wanting more stimulation.
“Stop
teasing,” he panted, his mind hazing over yet again. “I’m ready and I want you
now.”
Chad
softly chuckled at his partner’s impatience. He rolled Cameron onto his side and
spooned around him. It was a position he often favoured as he found it
comfortable and peaceful even though his penetration wouldn’t be as deep as in
other positions. As soon as he was sure Cameron’s muscles were fully relaxed,
he slowly pushed his erection into the well-stretched opening.
He paused long
enough to cover the sheet in front of Cameron with the towel he’d retrieved
earlier, and then wrapped an arm around his lover to masturbate and fondle him.
Cameron couldn’t
decide which stimuli he enjoyed more, so he just moaned in appreciation. Then
he found religion. “Oh God, Chad, that’s so good. I’m gonna cum.”
“Go for it, my
love,” Chad breathlessly encouraged as his own excitement mounted. He wasn’t
long behind his partner in groaning out his climax.
Both men lay entwined
and gasping for quite a few lingering ticks of the clock. Chad’s hot breath blew
across his lover’s shoulders and his racing heartbeat could be felt pumping
against Cameron’s back.
Finally able to do
so, Chad used the towel to clean first his lover and then himself. He folded it
in such a manner as to leave the outside dry and place it between Cameron’s
legs so hopefully neither of them would have to sleep on a wet spot.
Chad listened to
the soft snores coming from the man he held in his arms as he too slowly
drifted off to the thoughts of what tomorrow might hold.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Cameron rolled over and realised he was alone. He’d had some pretty
strange dreams. He’d never thought in a thousand years to picture Chad in some
of the costumes he’d seen at the fetish club last night. The boots he’d yearned
after just did not go with his Top’s every day work clothes.
“Weird,” he thought as his stomach suddenly reminded him it was
breakfast time. Then it rolled slightly when he realised after they ate, he and
Chad would talk about what happened the evening before. Cameron was pretty sure
he’d be facing the floor over Chad’s lap for at least part of that discussion.
He just hoped Chad hadn’t thought of some other ingenious way to punish him. He
got up, put on a pair of pyjama bottoms and padded downstairs.
“You can handle
the interview, Kipper. You know what our expectations are. It can’t be help
that Jeff chose to be a no-show last night.” Chad held the phone between his
shoulder and his ear, listening carefully while nodding distractedly as he
stirred scrambled eggs on the stove. He smiled when he saw Cameron and beckoned
him over. “Okay, we’ll touch base later and you can fill me in. Goodbye.” He
hung up and pulled his partner into a tight hug, kissing his forehead. “Sleep
good, Mugs?”
“Yes.” Cameron
smiled up at Chad. “Funny dreams though. I love your scrambled eggs. Any bacon to
go with that?” It was Cameron’s favourite food. He’d even experimented under
Clarissa’s watchful eye, with bacon cookies. “Who’s Jeff?”
“Of course there’s
bacon. It’s keeping warm in the oven,” Chad assured him before answering his
question. “Jeff is the guy we were to meet at the mine last night. He’s
interested in filling the vacancy caused by our accountant’s early retirement.
Gaetane’s Parkinson’s is progressing and Kipper wants to stay home with him.
Kyler doesn’t want the position, preferring his own business rather than
working for just one company; or so he says. Although I’m inclined to think he
didn’t want me as his boss. Anyway, Jeff applied but hasn’t actually made the
best first impression. He claims he had a good reason for missing the meeting
so I’m letting Kipper handle it.”
Chad turned off
the stove and divided the eggs and bacon between two plates. “Table is set and
coffee is on. Please butter the toast that just popped up.”
Cameron readily did as requested. “I don’t see why Kyler wouldn’t want
you as a boss. After all, you’ve been his boss before. I don’t mind if you want
to go to the meeting.” Cameron glanced over at his Top wondering how this
comment would be met.
“I’ve already made arrangements to spend the day with you, my love. And
although I’ve been Kyler’s boss at the mine, he wasn’t working daily in the
office with me in such close proximity. I’m still someone he has to answer to
at the lounge, but that is only part-time and I’m sure he sees me more as a
client than a boss.” Chad smiled at Cameron’s attempt to waylay, if not totally
avoid, the issue they had to deal with this morning. He pulled out a chair and
sat down while his partner did the same. “Eat up, Mugs, before it gets cold.”
The meal was complemented by easy-going conversation of the type usually
enjoyed by a loving couple who shared many similar interests and dreams. But
once it was finished and the kitchen set to rights, a more serious topic came
to the fore as the two men retook their places at the table.
Cameron squirmed under Chad’s stern, but loving look. “I did tell you I
was going out to a club with Kyler, Rene and Kadyn,” he pointed out virtuously.
“Yes, you did,”
Chad agreed. “I’m just curious as to why you failed to mention the fetish event
taking place.”
“We kinda all
promised we wouldn’t divulge that,” Cameron admitted. “Sometimes you Tops tend
to get uptight over certain words.”
“And you naturally
assumed ‘fetish’ was one of those certain words,” Chad wryly stated. “Did it
ever cross your mind that aside from making certain of your safety, I would
still have been okay with you going there?”
“Nope,” Cameron replied, a blush colouring his face. “I wasn’t sure how
I felt and it ain’t a discussion we’ve ever had. It was exciting. In fact, it
was pretty hot. But I’m really not that interested in experimenting with any of
it. It’s like sex with women. I know about it, but I don’t want to do it.”
“I feel a sense of relief in that, Mugs. While it’s true we live a
power-exchange type of relationship, there are some levels practiced by others
that I really don’t find all that appealing. And although we’ve never discuss
the issue, it doesn’t mean the subject was taboo. I would definitely have
appreciated being informed of what you guys were really up to. Grant it, there
would have been a lengthy questioning and answering period to determine the
safety factor. Then again, maybe that is exactly what you were hoping to
dodge.”
Cameron cocked his head to one side. “I guess so,” he finally confessed
after thinking it through. “I didn’t have many details as it was Kyler who did
the research and found the party. I didn’t have any concrete information I
could have shared, even if we hadn’t decided not to divulge the type of club we
were going to. I couldn’t break a promise.” Cameron widened his blue eyes and
met Chad’s for the first time since breakfast. “Kyler really didn’t want his
partners to know what we were doing.”
“I see,” Chad quietly responded, keeping niggling doubts to himself. He
felt something was being withheld but decided it was too late to make an issue
out of what had already taken place. But he determined the oversight on his
part in not pushing for more info would not be repeated. “And you figured
chances of my finding out about your choice of clothing were few to none,
right? Or that I wouldn’t mind if you put yourself on display in a public place
like you did last night?”
Cameron wriggled under that line of questioning. “I had to dress in
something suitable for clubbing,” he protested, but wilted slightly under the
look Chad gave him. “I didn’t really think about it. Although I suppose
subconsciously I did because I didn’t change until you’d gone to the mine. Hey,
at least the suggestion I made too strip off our shirts got vetoed; even though
it really was hot there.”
Chad rolled his eyes at his Brat having just put his foot in his mouth.
“You lucked out when your suggestion was shot down, my lad,” he scolded. “Because
‘Hot’ just doesn’t cut it, Mugs. Do you want to know why?”
“Because I’m yours,” Cameron ventured, “and you’re a touch possessive.”
Chad chuckled at his partner’s attempt to lighten the mood. “I guess
that’s one way of putting it and it is true. You are mine and I don’t like
others ogling someone who belongs to me. But we’ll be returning to this
occasional unruly behaviour a little later because while we’ve addressed most of
last evening’s problem areas, there’s still an unresolved issue.”
"There is?” Cameron was puzzled until the light dawned. “Kyler,”
was all he groaned.
“Uh-huh,” Chad concurred with a nod. “And you daring him to do something
he had decided against. We’ve had this discussion before, Mugs. You are well
aware of my disapproval in regards to daring friends to carry out an act that could prove
dangerous. In fact, today will not be the first time you’re being punished for
this infraction.”
“Oh, come on! Kyler was beyond fascinated with flogging,” Cameron
protested. “All I did was to remind him of that. Plus he seemed to really get
off on it. They had enough rules in place to keep him safe.”
“Yes, fortuitously it all ended well. But that’s not the point. You
still broke an iron-clad rule we’ve had for some time now. And as we’ve visited
this form of disobedience at least twice before, I think we may have to up the
punishment.” Chad paused to see what his Brat’s take would be on what he’d just
hinted at.
“Up the punishment,” Cameron repeated. “What exactly do you mean by
that?” He was slightly alarmed even though he knew he’d broken one of the
cornerstone rules; ‘do not put yourself or anyone else in harm’s way’.
“I was thinking of introducing the use of a hairbrush; your hairbrush to
be exact. If you feel able to accept that, then you can prove it by going
upstairs and fetching it. I’ll be waiting in the living room while you make
your decision.” With that, Chad got up and walked out of the kitchen.
Cameron sat at the table for a few minutes. Finally he got up and went
upstairs. He picked up his hairbrush and looked at the wide, wooden back. He
hissed slightly. Having that applied to his bottom was going to hurt, but he
really felt that in this circumstance he probably did deserve a spanking he
would really remember. He knew Chad would prefer to use his hand, but the pure
fact of the matter was that Cameron knew his friend might get paddled. As he
had been the direct cause of Kyler getting that deeply in trouble, he should
expect nothing less.
He went back downstairs and handed Chad the hairbrush, standing in front
of his Top while still wearing only his pyjama pants.
Chad accepted the implement with a definite lack of enthusiasm and set
it on the sofa next to his right hip. He admired his partner for the hard
decision the young man had just made, but he intended to make little use of the
brush.
Taking Cameron’s hands in both of his, he gazed up at the man he loved
with all his heart. “As always, sweetheart, this was your choice. Together,
after many discussions regarding our expectations, we set up the guidelines we
both agreed you needed to help learn to control less than desirable tendencies
than often resulted in harmful activity. My responsibility in our relationship
is to see that these guidelines are followed and when necessary, to chastise
you for stepping over the line. Yours was to submit to my authority in those
areas of your life which you felt you either couldn’t or didn’t want to handle
on your own. But the bottom line is that it was, and will always be, your
choice.”
Knowing his partner was avidly listening to every word, Chad continued.
“In a way, Mugs, you denied Kyler a choice by daring him when you knew full
well he could not or would not turn down a dare. You capitalized on your
friend’s weakness, possibly putting him in danger.” He saw the light of
understanding appear in Cameron’s eyes and sadly watched them tear up.
As much as he’d prefer to be doing otherwise, Chad lowered Cameron’s
PJ’s to just below his knees and pulled him face down across his thighs. He
gently rubbed the white bottom, feeling it clench in anticipation of what was
to come.
Raising his right hand, Chad proceeded to administer a sound spanking.
Cameron was sobbing freely and had kicked off the flannel pants by the time the
hand stopped falling. His backside was a fiery red when Chad picked up the
hairbrush and delivered one final swat to each sizzling cheek.
Cameron always forgot how much a spanking hurt. The mild scolding Chad
had given him had already made him emotional but this was pure punishment. He
knew he’d feel better afterwards. Chad never brought up old transgressions and
spankings tended to wipe the slate clean. He detested groundings and his
partner knew it.
He was not thinking any of those things as Chad spanked him. He was much
more focused on the increasing burn of his bottom. When Chad paused, he almost
sobbed out his relief. Then he heard the splat of the hairbrush and a second
later he felt the blaze explode. He immediately became aware of the fact that
the back of the hairbrush covered a much larger area than his chastiser’s hand.
When the second swat landed on the other side, he howled in pain. He was in no
condition to realise Chad had stopped.
Chad tossed the hairbrush onto the coffee table. He tenderly rubbed
circles on his crying partner’s back while murmuring words of love and
forgiveness. Even knowing his voice was falling on deaf ears, he continued the
mollifying cadence.
Slowly Cameron got to the stage where he could sense the hands on his
back and the soothing voice. He luxuriated in the warm deep tones of his Top,
although he wasn’t really listening to the actual words in the beginning.
Undoing his death grip on the pillow he’d been holding, he turned his head.
“Wanna new hair brush?” His throat couldn’t produce more than a hoarse whisper.
“We don’t need a new one, Brat.” Chad shook his head at his partner’s
audacity. “No damaged was incurred during this one’s previous engagement.” He
helped Cameron roll over to cuddle on his lap; making sure to keep his legs
parted enough to avoid contact with a very sore backside. He handed him a
handful of tissues to blow his nose and mop up some of the tears. “All’s good,
right love? Is there anything you need cleared up before we put this whole
incident behind us?”
“Need to say sorry to Kyler,” Cameron replied, snuggling comfortably in
in his partner’s arms. “No damage to my hairbrush, but I can’t say the same
thing about my butt. And I can’t brush my hair with that thing again. Not
without thinking of its’ other use. Apart from that, I think we’re all good.”
“Kyler may be unavailable today, so your apology will have to wait,
Mugs. So, I take it you’re ready to return to an issue we kind of left hanging
a bit earlier. You remember, right? Your habit of occasionally dressing or
acting provocatively in public?” Getting a bleak nod in response, Chad expressed
what had been troubling him most. “I’m concern these lapses may be an attempt to
capture the limelight when someone else is being noticed more. Are you even
conscious of doing that?”
“N-no,” Cameron sniffled, wiping at his still wet eyes. “Kyler was the
focus of all our attention. Well except for Kadyn who was freaking out. I don’t
think I’m that vain anymore, even if I’m still in shape and smokin’ hot.”
“I wasn’t inferring that you necessarily wanted your friends’ attention,
Mugs. Nonetheless, I do think at times you miss some of the life you once had.
The glamour, the fancy clothes, the attentiveness of your devoted fans, etc. I think you
still need some of that, and I might know of a way for you to acquire it. Would
you be interested in doing a bit of modelling now and again?”
Cameron blinked in disbelief. “Wow,” he eventually managed to croak, and
then clear his throat. “That was unexpected. I’d be interested. After all, it
was my career. What do you have in mind? I assume you’d act as my manager. I’ll
need to know more before I commit.” The old sparkle returned to his gorgeous
blue eyes.
“Well
I don’t know if you’ll need a manager per say, but I’ll certainly support any
decision you make in regards to this new opportunity I’ve heard about recently.
However, before I tell you about it we’ve a pact to make.” Chad raised an
eyebrow as if questioning his Brat’s willingness and ability to adhere to the
promises expected from him.
“What kinda pact?”
Cameron caught the eyebrow and scowled at his Top.
“One
that will require your promise to abide by certain stipulations in regards to
future social events when we are not there as a couple. First, I want your word
you’ll keep me better informed of new venues you plan to attend regardless of
what your friends do or do not want. There’s to be no more withholding
pertinent information to do with your whereabouts or activities. I’m not trying
to play the heavy here, Mugs. Your well-being is my paramount concern.
Secondly, all provocative behaviour and sexy clothing are exclusively for our
personal enjoyment and more often than not, in the privacy of our own home. I
think that works for you as well as it works for me, right? It’s never failed
to benefit both of us in the past, has it?”
Cameron grinned as his mind flashed back to some of those past times. “I
can agree to both of those,” he replied. “I’m assuming the modelling isn’t
going to involve jeans and the like again, because that can get way sexy.”
“It’s
your demeanour that gets sexy, Mugs. The clothes have little to do with it. You
can look absolutely stunning in a burlap bag.” Chad smiled and winked at the
beautiful young man sitting on his lap. “Remember, sweetheart, you go back on
your word and you forfeit the excitement of pursuing your former line of work.
You’re going to have to give more thought to plans you and your pals cook up in
the future.”
“Hey, it’s very rare for me to go back on my word once I’ve given it,”
Cameron piquantly insisted. “I might have early on in our relationship but
nowadays I’m lots better. True, I didn’t tell you the whole truth about where
we were going, but I did say I was going to a club and who with. If one of the
new rules is full disclosure, I’m happy to follow it.” He smirked happily at
his partner. “And thanks for the compliment.”
“You’re welcome.” Chad heaved a sigh at having inadvertently ruffled his
Brat’s feathers by clarifying his stance on the matter. It certainly hadn’t
been his intention. “So now that an understanding has been reached, are you
interested in hearing about the modelling position?”
“Hell, yes!” Cameron cocked his head to one side and gazed up at his
partner. He had missed modelling but hadn’t wanted to admit it even to himself.
“All
right then,” Chad smiled at the happier expression on his partner’s face. “A
couple of days ago, I received a call from a friend of a friend and so on. It
took a few moments to clue into the fact that the man thought he was talking to
you. With you not being available, he merrily proceeded to tell me what he was
calling about. The gist of it is that several elite clothing shops in Kelowna
have come up with a new way to boost their advertising returns. They are
planning to hold at least two fashion shows yearly and are presently trying to
recruit models. Your name came up.”
“That surprises me,” Cameron declared. “I was only just starting to make
a name for myself when you found me and became my Prince Charming.” His eyes
twinkled in amusement. “I’m definitely in if they want me. They need to
understand I have limited runway modelling experience, but I can fake it.”
“Then
we’ll have to look into it further. I wrote down the gentleman’s phone and cell
numbers. He said he’d be available during normal business hours.”
“Now?” Cameron excitedly sat up, and winced as his bottom protested the
hard surface it encountered.
“You’re free to follow up on it whenever you like.” Chad figured having
something positive to look forward to, was a major plus right now.
“We’ll follow it up.” Cameron
emphasized the ‘we’. “We’re a team, me and you.” He snuggled even deeper into
Chad’s arms. “But we’ll do it tomorrow. This is our time.”
The End
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