Thanksgiving
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss
Brian.
What?
Are you doing anything for
Thanksgiving?
What?
You heard
me.
You know what I think of
holidays.
Yeah, but I like
them.
Justin, what are you getting
at?
Could we have Thanksgiving dinner here
this year? Invite the whole
gang?
Have you lost your fucking
mind?
Dont be
mean. Id like to do
this.
I dont do
holidays.
Please, just this
once. It could be
fun.
Fun?
It sounds like torture.
Come on,
Brian. Ill make it worth
your while.
How?
I dont
know. Ill think of
something.
Why do you want to do
this?
I always liked Thanksgiving, the food
and family. I dont have
that family anymore. Id
like to do this for my new family, and Molly and
Mom. Brian saw Justin
trying to smile and look positive.
He felt the underlying pain in his
words. Justin had lost a lot
on the road to this life he had chosen.
Well ...
maybe. If you come up with a
really good incentive program.
Like what? Justin asked, suddenly
looking brighter.
You know I like it when youre
creative, Brian said suggestively.
You mean in
bed?
Doesnt have to be in
bed. It could be on the couch,
on the floor, in the Jeep.
Brian, Justin
groaned.
So have you come up with
anything?
Gosh, give me a minute, will
you?
Im starting to feel horny just
thinking about it.
I have a great idea! Justin
grinned.
You
do?
What?
But I can have Thanksgiving dinner
here? Right? Justin asked,
wanting to make sure they had an ironclad bargain that Brian couldnt
get out of.
Sure.
And youll be
here?
This better be
good. All right, Ill be
here. I was hoping you might
not ask that.
Just try
it. You might like
it.
I doubt
it. Come on, I want my
incentive.
Now!
Slave driver! Justin
retorted.
Whos the slave, me or
you?
Umm, Justin
replied. Brian could see the
wheels turning.
What are you
planning?
I think youd make a great
slave, Justin said, grinning.
So would you! Brian
responded.
I said it
first. Are you going to be a
good slave or do I have to beat you?
Kinky, Brian
grinned.
It could be fun, if you assume your
subservient role.
I dont think Id be any
good at that.
You never
know. You might like
it.
Okay.
Ill play.
Good little
slave! On your
knees!
Yes, master, and Brian dropped
to his knees in front of Justin.
Dont move! Justin
ordered.
Yes, master.
Justin smiled and leaned over to give Brian
a brief kiss of encouragement. He felt Brian open his mouth and duel with his
tongue. Brians hand reached
up to grab his bottom.
Justin stepped back and slapped Brians
hand.
I said not to move! he said
sharply.
Sorry, master, but youre so
tempting. Brian tried
to look contrite and seductive at the same time.
Justin suppressed a
giggle. Stay absolutely
still, he ordered.
Im going to have my way with you, and you will do only
what I tell you and exactly as I tell
you. Do you
understand?
Yes, master.
Good, Justin said, walking around
behind Brian.
He saw Brians head turn slightly to
see what he was doing.
Dont move, I said!
Brians head snapped back in
place.
Justin
smiled. He leaned on Brians
shoulders and licked his ear. When
he blew in it, Brian groaned, but didnt
move. He reached down and pulled
Brians T-shirt over his head.
He tossed it aside. Brian
stayed still. Justin ran his
hands along Brians bare shoulders and down his
arms. He felt the flesh ripple
in response. He reached around
to Brians chest and squeezed his
breasts. He tweaked each
nipple.
Umm, Brian moaned, but didnt
move.
Stand up, Justin
ordered.
Brian stood with his back still to
Justin. The boy ran his hands
down Brians back and stopped at his
ass. He gave each cheek a
squeeze. He walked around to
face his lover. He ran his hands
across Brians chest, and then his thumb traced the outline of Brians
luscious lips. He slipped a
finger into that soft, warm mouth, and Brian sucked it
eagerly.
Justin could see the bulge in Brians
jeans. He unzipped them and
slowly slid them down Brians legs.
His hard-on sprang free and Justin kissed the tip as it bounced in
front of him. Brian groaned
again, and Justin pushed the jeans to the floor.
Step out, he
said.
Brian stepped back, free from the
pants. Justin tossed them on
the couch. Brian stood totally
naked in front of his master.
Impressive, said Justin, surveying
his slave.
Brian smiled.
Justin reached out and grabbed Brians
cock. He ran his thumb over
the slit, and felt Brian shiver.
Come with me, he ordered, keeping
hold of Brians cock and leading him by it to the
bedroom. Lay down,
he said, pointing to the bed.
Brian did as he was told.
Justin knelt next to him and took his cock into his
mouth. He sucked gently on the
tip, then buried his face in Brians pubic
hair. He loved the smell of this
man. His fingers squeezed
Brians balls and the man gasped.
His cock dripped precum, and Justin noted the lust in Brians
eyes.
He licked up one side of Brians cock
and down the other, coating it with
saliva. He ran his tongue around
the cap and took it into his mouth, sucking only the
tip. He felt Brian
shiver. He placed his hand around
the base and deep-throated the entire
shaft. He held it there in his
mouth while his other hand continued to play with Brians
balls. He felt the man squirm.
Justin released Brians cock, and commanded,
Stay still, or Ill have to punish you!
Yes, master, Brian
gasped.
Justin smiled and started working Brians
shaft. He would suck it in,
twist and turn his head around the delicious rod, suction the cap, then spit
it out, dripping with saliva and precum.
He felt Brian tense up, and stopped, sensing Brian was too close to
coming.
Dont come until I tell you you
can, he ordered.
Brian looked at him somewhat
desperately.
Im waiting for the correct
response, he said sternly.
Yes, master, Brian whispered,
closing his eyes and willing himself back in control.
Good slave, Justin said, kissing
him. He licked Brians
lips and the inside of his mouth, knowing Brian could taste himself on
Justins tongue. He licked
Brians ear and down his throat to the tender spot near his
shoulder. He nipped there and heard Brian
moan. He continued down, sucking on each nipple until they stood
hard and wet. His tongue traced
a line down Brians stomach, around and into his navel, and finally
back to his cock. As his mouth
enveloped Brians dick, he felt the man involuntarily push
up.
Bad
slave! Youll have to be
punished!
Justin got
up. He positioned some pillows
against the wall and sat against them on the
bed. He was still fully
clothed.
Slave, Justin
said.
Yes, master, Brian answered,
not moving.
Come here and lie across my
lap.
Brian sat up and looked at Justin.
He knew he was going to get a spanking, but just then he didnt
think that would be such a bad thing.
He smiled.
Justin saw the smile and decided what he
would do. As Brian laid across
his lap, he opened his legs and made sure he caught Brians dick between
them. Then he closed his legs,
effectively trapping Brians cock in his
crotch. He heard Brians gasp, and
smiled.
Brian loved the
sensation. Justins jeans
were just rough enough to be a turn-on, and warm enough to be almost like
being inside Justins hole.
He had an overwhelming urge to start pumping, but he bit his lip and
stayed still. He savored the
sensation, when suddenly he received a not too gentle smack on one
buttock.
Ow, he said.
Quiet, and take your punishment like
a man, Justin commanded. He
gave Brian three more good smacks, two for each cheek.
Brian felt the warmth spread across his ass,
up his back and mostly to his groin.
He moaned, barely able to contain himself.
I didnt hit you too hard, did
I? Justin asked, concerned.
No master, but youre driving
me crazy, the slave replied.
Good, said Justin, regaining
his composure.
He looked at Brians reddening ass and
leaned over to kiss it and lick the reddest
marks. Brian thought he was
going to self-combust. The feel
of Justins cool tongue and lips on the red hot areas of his ass was
indescribable. His cock was
still between Justins legs, and as Justin bent over to kiss his sore
bum, he squeezed Brians rigid shaft even more.
God, Justin, Im going to
explode! Brian cried.
Justin backed
off. Not yet, he
ordered, releasing his grip on Brians
cock. He felt Brian relax a
little, and breathe more normally.
Lie on your stomach and close your
eyes.
Brian shifted off him, doing as he was
told.
Justin quickly got rid of his
clothes. He straddled Brians
legs and started to rim him. His
talented tongue darted in and out of Brians
hole. He felt Brian push back,
but didnt have the heart to punish him
anymore. His own cock was fully
engorged, and he wanted nothing more that to fuck Brians brains
out. He wasnt sure how
much control he had left. He
had to give credit to Brian. He
had taken everything Justin had done to him like a good, obedient
slave.
Want me to fuck you, slave? Justin
whispered in Brians ear.
Yes, master, was the
response.
On your knees, Justin ordered,
as he slipped on a condom and lube.
Brians hole spasmed as he got in position.
Ready? Justin
asked.
Yes,
master. Do
me! Brians voice
was husky with need.
Justin laughed and pressed
in. Brian was always so
tight. He stopped part way in
and waited for Brian to relax a bit, then he plunged in to the
hilt. Brians head flew up and he growled the most sensual,
thundering, throaty sound Justin had ever heard.
Like that, slave? Justin asked,
staying still.
Oh, yes,
master!
Justin began a slow in and out
motion. He didnt think
either of them would last very long.
The foreplay had been too intense.
You have my permission to come, when
youre ready, Justin told
Brian. Lets come
at the same time.
Thank you, master, Brian said,
deciding to make Justin pay a little for what he had done to
him. Ill tell you
when Im ready.
Justin began to pound against Brians
ass, his strokes becoming deeper and faster.
Ready? Justin asked, feeling
his orgasm building.
Not yet, Brian gasped, struggling
for control.
Justin continued his rhythm, not knowing
how much longer he could keep this up.
He was sure Brian must need to come soon.
Brian wasnt ready to give
in. His cock ached and
throbbed. He wanted to grab
it and find blissful release, but he fought that
urge. The slave would become
the master.
Now? Justin asked, urgency in
his voice.
Not yet, Brian said, hearing
the need in Justins voice.
Youre going to lose it soon, my little master, he
thought.
Justin decided to up the
pressure. He pushed Brians
head down and raised his ass, making sure to hit his prostate with each
stroke.
Ahhh! Brian
groaned.
Ready now? Justin
panted.
Not yet,
master. Brian gritted
his teeth, holding on.
Hes punishing me, Justin
thought. He rammed in fully
and leaned over Brians back.
He could feel their combined sweat pooled on Brians
back. He entwined his fingers
with Brians and whispered in his ear, Just think of all the creative
things I can do with Thanksgiving gravy and pumpkin pie and whipped
cream. With each food
item he thrust deeply into Brians
ass. On whipped cream
Brian shuddered and shouted,
Now!!! He and Justin
came in a blinding orgasm that left them both senseless.
Minutes later, neither knew how long, Justin
rolled off Brians back.
Are you all right? he gasped.
Brian groaned, Are we
dead?
Maybe.
I cant
move.
Youre not my slave
anymore. You can move if you
want.
No, I
cant. Its physically
impossible.
Justin
giggled. Come on, old
man. Ill help
you. He rolled Brian over
onto his back and snuggled up against his
chest. I thought you would
never come, Justin admitted.
I did my best not to, until the whipped
cream comment.
I was
desperate.
Mind games, Brian
sneered.
The mind is mightier than the rod,
Justin proclaimed.
Brian
laughed.
Yeah. You just
proved that.
So I can have the Thanksgiving dinner
with all the gang, and youll be there on your best
behavior?
I never said anything about my
behavior.
But youll be
there?
Yes, master.
Justin smiled and kissed
him. I love
you.
Not any time soon, I
hope.
I could go again, Justin
challenged.
Could not!
Could so!
Save it for
later. I need some
rest.
As a matter of fact, so do
I. Lets
sleep.
Your wish is my command, master,
Brian agreed, closing his eyes, relieved that Justin didnt want to
go again.
I could get used to this master/slave
thing, Justin said, yawning.
Next time youre the slave,
Brian stated, snuggling against Justin.
Deal, Justin said, drifting off
to sleep.
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Justin spent the next week organizing his
dinner. He called everyone and
they all agreed to come. Almost
everyone had some rude comment like Does Brian know about this?
or Is this a joke? or Will Brian be
there?. Justin gave his assurances to each of
them. He refused to allow anyone
to bring anything, wanting to do this all
himself. He made his list of
what he needed and forced Brian to go shopping with him,
As they pulled into the grocery store lot,
Brian saw a store selling Thanksgiving hams, all cooked and sliced, just
needing to be reheated.
Lets do that, Brian
said. Itll be
easier.
No, I want a turkey, Justin
said.
Are you
sure?
Yes. Its
tradition.
Okay, Brian gave
in.
They bought everything they
needed. The store was packed,
it being only two days before
Thanksgiving. They found a beautiful
twenty pound frozen turkey. Justin
bought potatoes, yams, broccoli, carrots and cranberry
sauce. He had asked his mother
for her pumpkin pie recipe and was determined to make his own
pies. He had a list of all the
ingredients he needed. They
had to buy everything, because Brian had so few supplies in the
kitchen. Brian convinced him
to buy frozen pie shells, remembering the concrete crusts of his mothers
pies. Pies werent her
thing. Cakes
were.
Loaded down, they returned to the
loft. It took two trips, with
each of them carrying as much as they could, to get all of the food up to
the loft. Justin stowed everything
away, putting the turkey in the fridge to thaw, and smiling to himself as
he put away the three containers of whipped cream.
Brian had brought a folding table and chairs
from work. It was only Tuesday
night, but Justin wanted to set it up and make sure they had enough spaces
for everyone. They had bought
a new table cloth and napkins to fit the larger
table. Brians china had
service for twelve, and they set it all out.
Justin stopped all of a sudden and gasped,
Oh, my God, Brian!
What?
Whats wrong?
With Gus, we have thirteen for
dinner!
So, Brian said, Gus
doesnt need the same plates as everyone
else. Hell be in his high
chair.
Thats not what I
mean.
Thirteen! The Last
Supper! Bad luck!
Dont be
silly! You dont believe
that nonsense, do you?
I guess not, Justin said, still
worried.
Gus hardly counts as
thirteen. More like twelve and
a half, Brian said, trying to reassure
him. Itll be
fine.
Maybe, Justin
conceded.
Brian pulled Justin into a hug and kissed
him gently. Your
dinners going to be wonderful.
Dont worry.
I hope so, Justin said, returning
Brians kiss.
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Brian went to work on Wednesday, while Justin
stayed home to make his pies. When Brian arrived home around 6 pm, the loft smelled
delicious.
Smells great in here, he said,
taking off his jacket.
Thanks, said
Justin. The pies turned
out great.
Can we have some now? Brian
asked.
No, theyre for tomorrow,
he said definitely.
Whats for dinner? Brian
asked.
Take-out?
I was too busy, Justin apologized.
Ill order Thai, Brian
said.
Thanks.
Brian made the call, changed his clothes
and opened a bottle of wine. They sat on the couch, nursing their wine, while they
waited for dinner to arrive.
Is all of this fuss going to be worth
it? Brian had to ask.
Of
course. Its going to be
great.
Brian shook his head, but didnt want
to rain on Justins parade, so he said no more.
They ate at the coffee table, talking about
the dinner arrangements and sipping their
wine. Brian was pleased to see
Justin so happy. It would be
worth the disruption and bother, if his boy was happy and
satisfied.
He reached over and rubbed the back of
Justins neck, as Justin ate on the floor in front of
him. He felt Justin lean back
against his leg. Justin looked
up at him and smiled his sunshine smile.
Brian leaned over and kissed him, getting some of his Thai noodles
along with the kiss.
Yum, he said, probing
deeper.
Justin pulled
away. Hey, feed
yourself, he giggled.
I like it pre-chewed, Brian retorted,
sucking on his lip.
Gross, Justin
said. What are you, a
baby bird?
Big Bird!
Justin snorted and choked on his
noodles.
Yeah. Big, all
right! Hey, I wonder if the turkeys thawed yet, he
said.
Why dont you check
it? It will take all day to
cook, its so big, Brian said.
Justin got up and went to the
fridge.
Oh, no! Brian heard him
say.
Whats
wrong? Brian
asked.
It hasnt even started to thaw,
Brian. Its hard as a
rock!
Really?
Lets see. Brian
came over and tapped the bird. It
was solid ice, no give at all.
Justin groaned, and looked ready to cry.
What does it say about defrosting?
Brian asked.
They read the fine print which gave a ratio
of pounds to hours in the fridge to
thaw.
Im not great at math, but I think
this will be thawed out next Tuesday, Brian said,
chuckling.
How can you
laugh? What am I going to
do? Justin was
frantic.
It says you can thaw it in cold
water, Brian said, continuing to read.
How long? Justin
asked.
Saturday, Brian
calculated.
Shit, Justin
groaned.
What about hot water? Brian
offered.
Oh,
sure! Then we can kill our guests
with salmonella!
Brian smiled wickedly.
Dont you dare think like that!
Justin demanded. Or
laugh!
Brian fought back the laugh bubbling up inside
him.
Could we get a fresh one somewhere?
Justin asked.
Brian looked at Justins
watch. Its
8:30. The stores will be closing
soon. Stick that in the fridge,
and lets go see, Brian suggested, taking pity on the
boy.
In the Jeep, Justin kept saying,
Hurry! as they sped
toward the market. They raced
into the store to find an empty freezer where the turkeys had
been. They went to the meat counter and the butcher came
over.
Do you have any fresh turkeys?
Brian asked.
Sorry, but you have to order fresh
ones, the butcher said.
We have a frozen one, but well
never get it thawed by tomorrow, Brian explained.
How big? the butcher
asked.
Twenty
pounds.
Is it still totally
frozen?
Yeah, is there anything we can
do?
Not much, he said, shaking his
head, and turning away.
Thanks a heap! Brian said
sarcastically. Were
screwed! he said to Justin.
The look on Justins face drew him up
short.
Come on,
Sunshine. Itll be all
right. Well think of
something.
He took Justins hand, and pulled him
along out of the store. It was
ten to nine. Everything would
be closed in a few minutes. Justin
seemed to be in a state of shock.
As Brian headed them to the Jeep, he saw the Honey Baked Ham store,
and a light went on. It wasnt
a turkey, but they would be able to feed their
guests. He dragged Justin along,
as he ran to the store. The
salesclerk was cleaning up, getting ready to close.
Do you have a ham big enough for twelve
people? Brian asked.
Sure, the girl said, giving them
the once over.
What do you have to do to cook them?
Brian asked.
Just reheat, a few
hours. Heres the instruction
booklet with a recipe for a glaze to put on the
ham. The clerk handed
him a little pamphlet.
Ill take one, Brian
said.
For twelve? she
repeated. Brian
nodded. She took a whopper hunk
of meat from a fridge and set it on the
counter. Its spiral
cut, so you just have to slice through this way, she said, demonstrating
where to cut.
Great, said
Brian.
Thats one twelve, she said,
ringing it up.
One hundred and twelve dollars?
Brian asked, not believing his ears.
Its a big ham, she
said.
Sure, Brian said, handing her
his credit card. Must
be coated in fucking gold, he mumbled to himself.
She gave him the evil
eye. Brian signed the credit
card slip, grabbed the ham and pulled Justin along to the
Jeep. Justin hadnt said a word.
They got in the Jeep, the ham safely stowed
in the back seat. Brian headed
to the loft. Justin still
hadnt spoken.
At least we can feed everybody,
Brian said, trying to cheer him up.
I wanted a turkey, Justin
sniffled.
Well, youve got a fucking one
hundred and twelve dollar ham, and youre going to enjoy
it! Do you hear
me?
Yes,
Brian. Justin took a deep
breath.
Thanks.
Itll be fine,
Sunshine.
Yeah, youre
right. Im being
stupid. Thanks for saving the day.
No
problem. I just went into Rage
mode.
Justin
laughed. Its nice
to have my own superhero to clean up my
catastrophes.
Anytime, Brian
grinned.
When they got to the loft, Brian put the
ham in the fridge and gave Justin the pamphlet of
instructions. Justin went over
to the couch and started reading.
Brian joined
him. You can read that
tomorrow, Brian said, nuzzling Justins neck and squeezing his
crotch.
Stop!
I dont want any more bad
surprises. I want to make sure
I know what to do with this ham.
He continued to read.
Brian slid away from him and turned on the
TV. After a few minutes Justin
set the pamphlet down and smiled.
I can do
that. I think I have everything
to make the glaze too. It has
a lot of the same things I used in the pies.
Whoopee shit! Brian said
sarcastically.
Justin leaned across Brians body, pushing
Brian over, and making sure their crotches rubbed
together. Brian feigned disinterest,
being pissed at Justins brush-off a few minutes
earlier. Justin continued to
rub and kiss. He could feel
that he was having the desired effect.
Are you going to let me thank you?
Justin cooed.
I guess, Brian gave in, but
this fucking dinner better be over soon.
Its giving me a huge headache.
We can do something to relieve the
stress, Justin said, unzipping Brians pants.
A little while later Brians headache
was gone and he had forgotten all about the dinner.
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Thanksgiving Day dawned bright and
cold. Justin was up early preparing
the vegetables. Brian decided
to help, and sat at the counter peeling carrots and chopping
them. He watched Justin who
hummed a little non-descript tune as he
worked. He gave Justin a hard
time, but he loved doing little things like this with his
boy. It felt like the family
he had never had.
I love you, you know, Brian
said.
I
know. I love you
too. Brian saw the sunshine smile that he loved light up
Justins face. Who
else would pay for a $112 ham to fix my mess?
Youre worth it, Brian
said.
Justins smile got even
bigger. Keep chopping,
you sweet talker, you!
Brian
chuckled. They had come a long
way in communicating. Brian
thought, I can tell him I love him, and mean
it. I even kind of know what
it means. Brian smiled
to himself.
What are you smiling about? Justin
asked.
I was thinking that we do have some
things to be thankful for today, Brian said
seriously.
Yeah, we do, Justin
agreed. See youre
getting into the spirit of this day.
Well, I wouldnt go that
far.
Justin stuck his tongue out at him, and Brian
laughed.
Dinner was to be at 4 pm, so Gus could be
part of it, but still get to bed in good
time. Everyone started arriving
around three. The loft smelled
wonderful, a lovely fragrance of the ham wafting from the
oven. All of the vegetables
were ready to be turned on in a little
while. The table looked
great. Justin had collected
some fallen leaves and spread them over the table to give a fall
effect. Everyone complimented him on how great the place looked
and smelled.
Brian served beer and wine, and played the
perfect host. Everybody seemed
happy and relaxed, even Brian.
When they finally sat down to the meal, they
were in high spirits. Everyone
proclaimed the ham to be delicious. Justin accepted the compliments, but gave Brian a
wink. Gus was on his best
behavior. Brian fed him pieces
of ham and carrot and dollops of mashed
potato. They all talked and
joked.
This was a great idea, Justin,
Emmett commented. The
lofts a great place for a party.
Lots of room.
Depends on the party, Michael
noted.
Everyone looked at him, remembering his birthday
party.
What? Ben
asked. Is this a party
I should know about?
So they told him, about Captain Astro, about
David, about Michaels outing to Tracy, about Brian getting punched
in the mouth.
Wow, Brian, you do throw quite a
bash, Ben commented.
Somebody already used that line on
me, Brian said, looking at Ted.
It was quite a party, Ted
stated.
And everything turned out for the
best, Michael added, giving Ben a kiss.
Yeah, things have turned out well,
Debbie said. She got up and
gave Brian a kiss on the cheek.
What was that for? Brian asked,
surprised.
For having this dinner, and ... you
know.
Brian smiled and kissed her
back. Gus banged on his high
chair, wanting out.
Up, Dada, he
said.
Brian picked him up and took him over to
the window. Molly followed,
watching Brian and Gus. All
three looked out, pointing to buildings and clouds.
Justin watched for a minute, then started
clearing the dishes for dessert. Emmett and Lindsay helped, while Debbie cut the pies and
Jennifer topped them with whipped cream.
These look good, Debbie
said.
My recipe, Jennifer noted, but
Justin made them himself.
Itll be interesting to see how they
taste.
I bet theyre good. Justins had a lot of practice cooking for Brian. He learns fast.
They seem happy, Jennifer
observed.
Yeah, Deb
agreed. Whod a thunk
it?
The pies were a big
hit. Even Brian ate his, whipped
cream and all, although he did share with Gus, who loved it
too. When the pie was finished,
Vic stood up and proposed a toast.
To our hosts and chefs, Justin and
Brian!
Everyone took their glass or bottle and drank
to Brian and Justins good health.
Soon after, people started taking their
leave. Gus kissed his Dada and
Justin, and went home with his mommies.
The others soon followed suit, all saying they should do this more
often. Brian helped Justin finish
cleaning up. They put the table
down and stacked the chairs.
Finally they each took a glass of wine to the couch and collapsed
together.
Thank God, thats over!
Brian said.
It was
great! You enjoyed it, didnt
you?
Brian made a
face. It wasnt as
bad as I thought it was going to be.
Everybody seemed to have a good time.
Justin kissed
Brian. Thanks for bailing
me out with the solid gold ham. It
was delicious.
Money well spent, Brian
acknowledged.
Well have lots of leftovers for
the weekend.
Great! Brian said sarcastically. I love leftovers.
Ill make sandwiches for
lunch.
Sure.
Is there any whipped cream left?
Yes. Why?
I was thinking about sculpting something,
like at Emiles.
Justin blushed,
remembering.
Or we could play slave and master,
Brian suggested.
Justin
grinned. Brian, you
didnt hate today, did you?
No.
It was fine. Better than I expected.
Why dont you like
holidays?
Brian grimaced, and decided to be
honest. They were just
an excuse for my father to get drunk.
Really?
You never enjoyed Christmas or
Thanksgiving?
Not that I
remember. When my dad got drunk
enough, Id get the shit kicked out of
me. Later when we moved here,
Id escape to Debs.
Im
sorry.
Its not your
fault.
But you shouldnt have had to
live through that.
Water under the
bridge.
Right.
We can make some new traditions.
Happy ones.
Sure, said
Brian.
We could have that turkey for
Christmas, Justin said hopefully.
He heard Brian groan.
Sorry.
I wont push it.
Brian
smiled. Now, about that
whipped cream.
Coming right
up! Justin headed to the
refrigerator.
Brian watched his delicious backside disappear
behind the counter.
I do have something to be really thankful
for today, Brian said, smiling at Justin.
Oh, what? Justin asked, returning
with the container of whipped cream.
Im very thankful that you have
to be the slave this time, Brian said
lasciviously. He took the whipped
cream and motioned Justin to sit down on the
couch. Ive been
planning this all day.
Oh, Justin said, knowing he was
in for it now.
Slave, said
Brian.
Yes, master, Justin replied,
and so it began.