Forgive Me- Tavis 6
#6 of Forgive Me
DISCLAIMER: Because every story needs one. This is a work of fiction. This chapter has M/M love, kissing, cuddling, anal, spanking, teasing, orgasm denial, leather. If you are under the legal age (18/21), it is illegal for you to view this material, or you are offended, you may leave. Otherwise read on. Any resemblance to real people/places/events is purely coincidental in nature. All characters from the series, unless otherwise specified in all parts in existence and from this point forward are copyrighted to Thomas Andrews (tapanther). Permission is given to copy the story for personal viewing, so long as the text remains unaltered. You may not post this story elsewhere without the author's (me) consent. If you wish, send me a PM for permission. I'm sure it will be granted.
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NOTE: Due to me being to lazy to put for italics, all mental notes/thoughts will be in some form of brackets. Ex: [It's been so long since he's been this lively]. Secondly, my fingers have healed.
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Part 6
"Wow! This place has really changed since I was last here. You painted the wall! I've been nagging you to paint the wall for over a year! I should be at the hospital more often."
"Hey, you've already spent like a year and a half in total at hospitals. I want you here with me."
"You've been busy. Is that a new couch! I love it! It's one of those recliner sofas! Eeeeek!"
"You sound like a little girl. It's not that amazing."
"Yeah it is! I've always wanted one. You can lie back or sit up and do stuff!"
Tavis had finally been released from the hospital about a week after his talk with Chris. After like half a year, David was home, and I had pink hair. I wanted it to be special for him, so I did everything he's been nagging me about. I painted the wall a soft lime color, like he wanted. I bought a new couch that the sides recline and have an extending footrest. I threw away a bunch of trash from the attic, bought new sheets and pillow cases, trimmed the trees, repainted the fence, and a whole bunch of other little jobs. It took a bloody long time, but I saved some money by doing most of it myself. So it didn't come out perfect; David's medical bills are more important than our little two bedroom house. We weren't drowning in bills thanks to insurance, but we're not going on vacation for a good while.
"Are these new sheets? What the . . . OH MY GOD!"
David always said he loved the way a man looked in leather, so I searched every shop in town for the perfect outfit. I bought leather chaps, a leather vest, a leather collar with a dog tag (not the military ones) that says 'Master', a leather armband, leather wrist bands with spikes, and a leather thong. I put everything on, and went to this picture place on Main. The attendant, an older deer did a double take on me as I walked in. From the smell of things, he'd shot a load on the spot. I had him take a photo of me, and blow it up to slightly larger than life size. Even I was impressed by how well it came out. If anyone else saw it, they'd say I belonged at a BDSM club. The thong was one of my favorite parts. I'd worn it for about a week under my normal clothing, and it now reeked of arousal. I left it hanging on the wall next to the poster for David. [He's not the only one that can wear a thong. I hope he likes it.] Of course, I'd bought everything before I got the bill, so in retrospect, not one of my best ideas. [At least David likes it!] I walked into our room to see David's expression. Unfortunately, he had the thong over his muzzle, inhaling deeply, so I couldn't see his face.
"This smells so gooood! -Sniff!- Ahhhhh."
"I'm glad you like it."
I sat down on the bed next to him, and I put my arms around him. I pulled him in closely, and held his head to my chest, and rubbed his chest. My hand passed over the scar the poker had left, and a shiver ran through me. [Poor David. He's such a nice person, and he's always getting hurt. He's a lot tougher than I am. I would've broken down long ago, but not David. David just hangs on during the rough times, and pulls himself back up every time.]
"You want to know what's funny? After I left the hospital the day you spoke with Chris, I ran into Evelyn at the front desk. She was writing something down, so she didn't see me, and started to say 'Have a good night', but she looked up and froze. I didn't know that someone had dyed my hair pink, so I thought nothing of it. I went home, got into bed, and slept in. I was late for work, so I didn't take a bath, and rushed to work. When I got there, everyone kept looking at me and snickering behind my back. I had no idea why, until Mr. Gebrauch came to me to give me Szabolcs' newest blueprints. He said "Good morning Mr. Kenningcot. Here's the -Oh Dear God!' He jumped a few feet back, and asked what I'd done to my headfur. That's when I noticed that my dear, sweet fox had given me pink headfur. So you know what I decided to do to my sweet fox?"
"Give him lots of kisses?"
"Nnoooo. Guess again."
"Buy him a new fishnet shirt?"
"So close! But no. I decided I was going to spank his delicious ass until it was beet red, and then fuck him."
"Oh what a relief! I thought you were going to punish me."
"I am. That's why I asked my good buddy Crux, you remember him? The big lion that's into S&M. Yeah, I asked him if I could borrow one of his paddles."
I reached under the pillows, and grabbed the handle. I pulled out a big, red plastic paddle. It had 'Bitch-Boi Trainer' embossed on the back of the flat.
"He was so happy to comply. I hear this is his favorite; he said he hopes I break it over your sweet little ass."
David whined at the sight of it, and flattened his ears against his skull. I had every intention of using it, and judging from the bulge in David's pants, he was excited at the prospect.
"Wait here."
I went into the closet and quickly put on the leather outfit. I quickly stepped out, and was greeted by the sight of David's ass. He was bent over the bed and was shaking his bottom at me. He's such a tease. I spanked his ass once with my palm, loving the resounding smack it made and the yip that escaped from David's mouth.
"Get up!"
He smiled as he got up, enjoying every bit of it. I grabbed the paddle, and bent David over my knees like a naughty child.
"Ready love?"
I didn't need to wait for his reply. I knew he was ready from the way his cock poked my thigh. I lifted my hand back, and brought it forward hard, but not to the point where it might actually hurt him too badly. David let out a loud yelp as the paddle made contact with his bottom. I parted the fur around his butt cheek with my hand, and saw that his skin was a nice shade of red. I pulled my hand back up, and swung again. My leg twitched as his cock poked into it. [He's enjoying this more than I am. Let's see if he likes it after I'm done.] I spanked my little fox eight more times, savoring the yelps and yips that escaped his lips. On the final smack, I put almost all my effort into it, making sure he'd remember that one every time he sat down. He cried out and tears fell from his muzzle, but he was also laughing, and his cock betrayed his true feelings. I pulled his face up to mine, and kissed him deeply. I thrust my tongue as deeply as I could, wrestling with his. I pulled back, and gave him a slobbery lick along his muzzle, just the way he likes it. I felt him squirming as my tongue ran across his lips, and decided that that was enough foreplay. I grabbed him and threw him onto the bed, and stood at the foot of the bed.
"Sweetheart, you know why I'm wearing all this leather? No? Well, I'm wearing it as your homecoming gift. Get a good look, because I'm not wearing this again unless it's Christmas, you birthday, or Halloween."
I flexed and posed for David, making every muscle on my body bulge and strain against all the leather. David was panting deeply. He didn't blink, not wanting to miss a second of my little show. Had anyone else told me to do this, I would've thrown their sorry ass out a window, but David is special. He doesn't have to say anything, I'll do it for him because I love him. I got close to him, and put my arm in front of me. I flexed my bicep. It wasn't massive, but it was large; about 18 inches last time I measured. David reached up with shaking paws, and stroked my bicep. He always said he loved the way my fur ripples when I flex, so as a gift, I decided to flex and pose in leather for him. But for dyeing my hair, I was going to get him as horny as possible, and keep him from cumming as long as I could.
"You like foxy?"
He nodded vigorously, and began to reach for his member, but I slapped his hands away.
"Ah-ah-ah. No touching without my say so. Just to make sure you're not tempted, I'm going to tie your hands."
I grabbed a piece of rope I'd hidden under the bed, and quickly bound his hands behind his back. I pushed him back and licked all around his muzzle. I stepped back, and slowly and sensually, I stripped for David. I undid the buttons on the vest, and let it fall off. I then flexed my chest, making my pecs bounce up and down. I've never been bodybuilder material, but I take care of my body, so I'm buff, but not overly so. I pulled down my chaps and put my arms behind my head, showing David as much of my body as possible. I still had the thong on, and my erection was easily visible through it. The thong was hard enough not to let my cock out, but soft enough to mold to every contour of my privates. I turned around and bent over to pick up the chaps, giving David a good view of my ass. I lifted my tail high, making sure he could see a little bit of pink. I put my thumbs on the sides of the thong, and slowly pulled down about an inch. David began to whine, and I laughed inside. I pulled the thong all the way down as I swung my hips back and forth, and stood up. I put the thong to my nose and inhaled, taking in the overpowering scent of my arousal. My cock was as hard as steel, and jutting out from my body. I reached under the bed and fished out a condom. I ripped it open with my teeth, and threw away the packaging. I jerked my cock a few times, and spread the precum that came out around my cock head. I put the condom on the tip of my cock and unrolled it down, covering everything down to my sheath. Bareback had been nice, but I don't want to deal with enemas and all that shit, no pun intended, so we decided to go back to condoms. [As a bonus, we can suck the cum out of them after we're done!]
"Turn around."
David turned, and would've gotten on all fours had his arms not been bound behind him. I jumped on top of him, pressing my cock head into his back. I pushed his head down, and in one swift thrust, I impaled my dear foxy on my rock hard dick. Going along with tonight's theme, I immediately began thrusting as hard as I could. David was yipping and moaning and thrusting back against me. He was waiting for me to reach around and jack him off. But that wasn't going to happen. I slowed down my thrusting, but kept the intensity the same. I wanted to savor this. My legs began to tremble, and I felt pleasure rock my body. Cum shot out of my cock and filled the condom, spilling out the sides and running down David's legs. Both David and I were panting.
"Tavis, aren't you -pant- gonna let me cum -pant-?"
"Well -pant- I would but -pant- I'm not done -pant- with you."
I started to thrust again, but with less force than before, the trick now was to keep David as aroused as possible. I made sure to go slowly enough for him to feel every bump on my cock, but not so slowly that he could lose his arousal. Fortunately for me, David has never had problems in that department. I made a point of squeezing his nipples playfully, loving the way he squirmed beneath me. The sheer excitement of it all was overwhelming, and in no time, I felt my second orgasm hit me just as powerfully as the first. I felt the condom tear inside David, and by the gasp he let out, I knew that my cum was hitting deep inside him. I pulled out quickly, and collapsed on top of David as I caught my breath. Once I was breathing normally, I turned and saw that David was still rock hard.
"Aww, does the poor foxy wanna cum?"
"Yesss!"
"Too bad. But just to make sure you don't calm down . . ."
I reached under the bed and pulled out our 'toybox'. Inside we had all of our private toys: one set of clear anal beads; one medium, one large and one extra large dildo; one large vibrator very similar to my cock; several flavored condoms; bottles of lube; and a few different-sized butt plugs. Not a very impressive collection compared to Crux, but it had everything we needed. [Hmm, should I use the extra large dildo or the vibrator? The dildo is bigger, but the vibrator is more fun.] I pulled out the vibrator, applied lots and lots of lube to it, and shoved it in David's leaky ass. To make sure it wouldn't come out, I put a very tight speedo on David, and tore a hole in it for his cock. I took the remaining rope and tied David's legs together so he wouldn't get any ideas about making me chase him around the house, something he does more often than I'd like.
"There we go, all better."
"Tavis, this-ohh, isn't funny-mrrrr! I-gasp! need to cuu-ohhh!"
"Well, I guess this isn't very fair. Here, let's watch a movie, that way you can concentrate on the movie and not the vibrator in your ass. Okay? Oh, and so you don't interrupt the video, let's put this armband to good use."
I undid the buckle on the armband and took it off. I smeared some of my cum all over it, and wrapped it around David's muzzle, effectively shutting him up. Now, I had no intention of hurting David, or having a repeat performance. This was just a one time revenge for my headfur, so I was going to make the best of it. I carried David into the living room, and dropped him on the couch. I went over to our movie rack, and pulled out David's favorite movie, "Predator's Plaything". It was a porno, starring a cute fox that gets captured by a pack of very horny wolves, and used for their pleasure. [Not much of a plot, but it has the best sex scenes of any movie. So many cocks, and none of them smaller than twelve inches. Lucky fox.] I popped the DVD in, and sat down next to David, idly stroking my cock to fill the air with the smell of arousal. [Not that I need to, David's taking care of that all by himself.]
"Nhhh, mhht mh hhh!"
"What was that sweety? Skip to the sex scenes? Okay."
I jumped the boring first chapters and went straight to the part where Peter, the fox, is taken into the wolves' den and his clothes are torn apart. The musky smell of arousal and dried cum is thick in the air, and David is squirming, trying not to listen or watch, but failing miserably at both. On the screen, Peter is being tied face up, spread-eagle on a table that's just short enough for both his head and tail to dangle off the sides. The wolves, eight in total, have all stripped now, and their huge, red cocks are sticking out from their bodies; all are leaking precum like fountains, and on some, the beginnings of a knot can be seen. The Alpha takes a rubber O-ring and shoves it in the fox's mouth so they can face-fuck him easily. They're all huge; the smallest are a foot long, the largest is about 15 inches. All are about two to three inches wide. David and I must have seen this movie at least a twenty times in the past four years, and it's still our favorite.
"Mhhn mmh hhmm!"
"You're going to have to talk more clearly. Say again?"
"Mhhhn mmhhhn hhhmmn!"
"Oh, of course I'll rub my dick across your nose! Why didn't you say so earlier?"
I got on my knees and grabbed David's head, running his sensitive nose all along the length of my cock. I made sure to get some leftover spoo on his nose to drive him crazy. [I'll make it up to him as soon as the movie is done.] My intention was to get revenge at David, but my mind kept wondering 'what if I'm hurting him more than I think?' I looked over at David. He turned, and I saw his large, pleading, green eyes staring at me. I saw the slightest twinkle in them, and my heart melted. [Damn it! He had to be so cute!] I sighed; I couldn't go through all the way. The movie still had well over an hour left, and the most erotic part was still to come. I turned the movie off, and gently carried David back to our room. It was a lot darker now than when we arrived, so I had some trouble finding the bed, but when I did, I carefully placed David down. I unfastened my armband from his muzzle and untied his arms and legs, and took the vibrator out. I looked him in the eye, and I could see that he was apprehensive and worried about what was going to happen. I just smiled at him, not the predatory smile I'd given him all day; I smiled at him lovingly, and pulled him to his feet. I jumped on the bed, and got down on all fours, raising my tail as high as I could. David hardly ever fucked me. It's not that I didn't like it, quite the opposite really. It's just that it was usually harder for him to top me due to the size differences, and he said he liked being a bottom more. There were, however, a few exceptions, like today, where David would fuck me, and the rarity made each occasion special. I'd spent days planning how to get David back, and now I couldn't go through with it. [Bloody fox. I had to love him so much.] I turned my head to look at David. He was smiling devilishly at me, and I looked downwards. He had already put on a condom, and I could see he was ready. [Hell, he's been ready for the past . . . say two hours!]
"Well? Are you going to just stand there, or are you gonna fuck me?"
He needed no further encouragement. David just jumped on the bed, and quickly shoved his member inside me.
"Ahh! I'd forgotten that it feels bigger when it's inside!"
David's cock was average-sized, just a little over six and a half inches long, about two wide. But he has a knot, and that thing gets as big as a lemon.
"You ready kitty?"
I didn't reply. All I had to do was grind my hips against him and he began to thrust. When David screws me, he doesn't do it roughly like I do. He does it slower and more deliberate, more lovingly. Due to our earlier fun, it didn't take more than a few thrusts for David's knot to grow to its fullest, and I screamed into a pillow as it went past my ring.
"Bloody hell! That feels good!"
It's hard to describe how it feels to have a knot in you. At first it's painful, but it quickly becomes very pleasurable, and very hot, knowing that there's a big bulge stuck in your ass. The tingling of pain just makes the pleasure all the better. A little overwhelming for sure, but good. David began to hump me, the knot preventing much movement. I heard him sigh, and felt the rubber inflating inside me; it tickled as the rubber pushed outwards.
"Thanks kitty."
David collapsed on me, but he was still stuck to me. I rolled us sideways and turned the lights off. [Thank God we installed a switch next to the bed!] I felt my consciousness beginning to slip, along with David's cock. My last thought as I dozed off was that I was lucky to be with David.
I woke the next morning to the smells of eggs and bacon, along with freshly brewed coffee. There was also the slightest hint of cum. I didn't feel David on the bed, so I figured he was up and doing the cooking. I was nude, well, almost nude. I had on yesterday's collar and wristbands, but those don't count. I got up and yawned, letting out the usual "mrrow" that escapes me whenever I wake. My stomach began to complain about the lack of food, so I didn't bother to dress myself for breakfast. I got into the corridor that led to the kitchen/dining room, puffing myself out to give David a good sight. But instead of walking in to David eating breakfast, I walked in to Evelyn eating breakfast facing towards me.
"Oh my!"
"Dahh!"
I darted back into the hallway, feeling my cheeks burning with embarrassment. [This is the second time she's seen a more private side of me! This is so embarrassing. Oh bloody hell, I'm wearing the collar! Did she notice?]
"Evelyn, I'm so sorry! I didn't know we had company; I thought it was just going to be David and myself. This is so embarrassing. I swear if I'd known you were here I wouldn't be naked."
"I- I'm not sure what to say. I guess it's my fault for coming by uninvited. It's your home, my fault. By the way, you have a very nice body."
"That he does Evy, that he does. Tavis, go get dressed and join us. Evy was about to tell me some good news."
I rushed to get dressed. I put on a pair of grey sweats and a white tee. [Not very elegant but it'll do.] I went back to the kitchen, and sat down between David and Evelyn.
"Morning love. -kiss- Sleep well?"
"Yes. I'm sorry about five minutes ago, I didn't mean anything."
"It's alright Mr. Kenningcot, I've seen more naked people than anyone here. I'm almost used to it. Anyway, I stopped by to talk to David, but he insisted that I stay for breakfast. Then you came in. And here we are."
"Tavis, you remember how I told you about Evy's son, Nick? Well, she called him a few days ago, and he called her back last night. So what did he say?"
"He was so happy. I told him that no matter what, I loved him. He told me he loved me too, and we -sniff- cried for hours. He told me all that had happened to him. We'd lost track of each other. He's about to get his diploma, same with Mark. I was going to fly in tomorrow for the ceremony. I can't wait to see him, it's been so long. Turns out he's moving here in a few weeks with Mark, his boyfriend. I was going to help them pack. I wanted to thank you so much for helping me. I got my little Nikki back, and I got one more son."
A few tears started to run down her face, and she dabbed at them with a napkin.
"Oh don't thank me Evy. You would've called him eventually. You're a good person. I hope it goes well."
She excused herself, saying she had to pack. She left, giving both of us hugs, and promised to bring us back something for helping her. [Nice person. She should have a talk with my dear father.] I shook my head, dismissing all thoughts about him, and finished my breakfast, playing footsies with David.
Later that day, David and I were going to the Fox Hollow Coffee for a drink, and ran into an unexpected sight.
"Will you look at that! It's Chris and James. Uh-oh."
I saw Chris looking sad, and James was a bit flustered. He got up and quickly left, passing right by us. He must have been very troubled, considering he only ran into seven people.
"I guess things didn't go smoothly for them."
Chris was still sitting, but he was too far away for me to tell if he was crying or not. He picked up his coffee, and took a sip, looking at James' forgotten drink. [Not even Chris deserves that much pain. He's not the same now; he definitely doesn't deserve to be alone. Hmm, I'm actually feeling sorry for Chris.] He was muttering something to himself, but I couldn't tell what. I saw him reach into his pocket, and pull out his wallet. [A bit late to be paying. I wonder what he's- oh. A photo.] He'd pulled out a small white square; it had to be a photo.
"Tavis, shouldn't we go and talk to him?"
"I don't know, maybe. Oh, too late, he's leaving."
Chris had gotten up and was out the door in seconds.
"I guess that solves that."
"We should check up on him. Hand me your cell."
David began to dial Chris' number, but hung up moments later.
"No answer on his cell, and he's not at home. Where's the police station?"
We quickly got up and took off, heading towards City Hall, which was next to the police station. It took us about ten minutes at a brisk pace to get there. We went in and asked if Chris was there. The tiger behind the desk asked for a last name, and we both said 'Burman' at the same time. He picked up the phone, and over the intercom he asked if Captain Burman was present.
"Why are you looking for him?"
David did the talking; I just listened and thought what might have happened.
"We're . . . I guess almost friends. We just saw him and he was looking very distressed. We were worried about him."
"Well, I guess he's not here. Do you want to leave a callback number for when he shows up?"
We gave the police our home number, and I also gave my cell just in case. David would've given his had he not put the service on hold.
"Is there any chance we could get his home address?"
"Sorry, no can do. Police regulations; we can't give out that type of information without explicit consent. If you want I can ask his partner to check up on him?"
"That might not be a very good idea. Mr. Silcox is kinda the reason why Chris was distraught. Not to mention he was a bit flustered himself."
"Hmm, I think I know what this is about. Let's see, it's two fifteen, so -flip flip flip- -rustle flip rustle- I can send Officer McKeller in about half an hour to check up on him."
"That would be great. Thanks for your help, I hope he's alright."
"I wouldn't worry about him that much. He's one of our toughest people. We'll let you know. Is there anything else? No? Alright then. Have a good day."
We left the station, and I was more worried about David than Chris. David had hoped it would work out well between Chris and James.
"Tavis! Do you want beef taquitos or a hot dog? There's nothing else in the fridge. Didn't you go shopping?"
"Taquitos, and not really. I was at the hospital most of my free time, and I ate around there. We'll go tomorrow."
[Lets see . . . sports? No. The history of light bulbs? No. Kiss' rock concert? No. Cartoons? No. Who's Line is it Anyways? Maybe. Golf? Good heavens no! Action flic? No. Law & Order? Maybe. Star Trek? Seen it. News? N-]
-Rrrrriiiiiing! Rrrrrriiiiing!-
"Tavis, phone!"
"Hello?"
"Good evening. May I speak to Mr. Kenningcot or Mr. Halse?"
"This is Tavis Kenningcot. To whom am I speaking?"
"This is Officer McKeller, San Luis Obispo PD. I was sent to check up on Captain Burman. We have some bad news. Captain Burman is nowhere to be found."
"What? One sec. '-Away from phone- David! Get over here!' "
I pushed the speakerphone and asked the officer to repeat what he just said.
"Mr. Halse, Mr. Kenningcot; we can't find Captain Burman. His car is still in the driveway, but he's not home. We've tried his cellphone and radio, but no response. Sergeant Silcox is also incommunicado. We sent a unit to his home, and we're waiting their response."
"Oh my God! Tavis, you don't think Chris might have . . ."
"I don't know what Chris might have done."
" '-Over the phone in the distance- Lieutenant Vargas reporting. Seargeant Silcox is not at home. The door is unlocked and open, but there are no signs of forced entry. Witnesses report hearing voices coming from his apartment, but no one has seen anyone enter or leave. Nothing appears to be missing. His car is still in the parking lot. Hair samples have been collected for forensics."
"Tavis, did I hear right? Are both of them missing?"
"Yes love. I don't think it's a coincidence. Officer, are they considered missing persons now, or not?"
"Not yet. The law says that a person must be missing for 72 hours, but due to the circumstances, if they don't appear at work tomorrow morning, we will launch a full investigation and search. Please keep in mind that nothing has been confirmed yet. It is still unknown whether they are truly missing, or if they are simply not home. The police department would like to thank you both for bringing this to our attention. We'll keep you advised of any new developments. Have a good night."
"Thanks, you too. -click- David, is it just me or is there something fishy here."
"I don't know. I don't think Chris would do something that stupid, would he?"
"He did it before. Let's just hope for the best."
"Yeah. -pause- You still want taquitos?"
Well, that's Part 6. Let me know how you like it. And if you're wondering, the fingers thing had nothing to do with fireworks. That's why I only needed a few days.
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