Forgive Me- Chris 8
#8 of Forgive Me
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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].
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"Mmrrrrrrnn"
[What's poking into my chest?]
"Finally awake there Chris?"
"Huh? James?
[What's James doing in my room? What's his nose doing poking into my side?]
"Yes puppy. Remember we're boyfriends now?"
The memories came rushing back to me like a flood. The coffee house, James' home, getting a room, fucking James, all of it.
_"James, sweetie, what are you doing there?"
"Well, last night some big wolf fell asleep with his cock in my ass, and rolled over, pinning me to the bed."
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"I tried. No offense puppy, but you don't sleep; you enter a coma. Now, mind getting up?"
I got myself out of bed, and pulled James into a passionate kiss, wrestling his tongue and rubbing his back. I pulled back and decided I could make it up to James for pinning him last night.
"James, you wanna have a go at my ass?"
"Seriously? A strong wolf like you would let a little raccoon like me fuck him?"
"Will you stop with the 'little raccoon' thing!"
"Alright puppy. But you sure?"
"Yeah. I got your ass last night, now you get mine. Now hurry up before I change my mind."_
I got on all fours and lifted my ass up, wiggling it at him like he did last night. He grabbed the lube and got up behind me. There was a little bit of lube left, but I knew it'd be a pretty rough ride. He squeezed the lube into my ass and pushed a finger in to loosen me up. [That feels really weird.] I'd never had anything pushed up my ass, so this was a completely new experience for me. James pushed in another finger, and I clenched my ass down.
"Hey puppy, loosen up or this is gonna hurt like hell."
I relaxed, and felt a lot more comfortable. He pushed a third digit in and I clamped down again.
"I said relax!"
I immediately loosened up. [Whoa! James is a bit of a dom here too. That's weird, I kinda like it.] He pulled his fingers out, and smeared the last of the lube on his cock, and put the head against my stretched hole. He grabbed the last condom and rolled it on.
"Ready puppy?"
"Mm-hmm"
He pushed the head in, and my ring began to tighten. James lightly bit my back, and I relaxed, letting him take control. [Heck, I love him. Might as well let him have fun.] He pushed in, getting about halfway. James then began to pump his cock in and out, getting a little further in on each thrust. It felt great; each push made my ass tingle with pleasure, and every now and then, a wave of bliss would run through me. Soon, he was buried balls deep in me, pulling his cock almost all the way to the head before thrusting back in. It felt incredible. I shoved my face into a pillow and yelled out in pleasure.
"You like that puppy?"
"Yes! Faster, please!"
I kept moaning, shaking with pleasure as his cock poked my prostrate.
"Mmmm! Yes! Uh-uh-uh. Ye-"
-Bam!- "Police! Freeze! What the-"
The door suddenly burst open, and Asai, McKeller, Vargas, and a bunch of the guys from the precinct barged in. They were all dressed in armor, and had their guns drawn. James jumped back, but too late. They'd all seen his cock plowing into my ass.
"Uh . . . Hi guys. Long time no see?"
"Burman?! Silcox?! What the hell were you two doing?"
Asai had collapsed with laughter, knocking three people down as he fell. [For a stud guy he sure is jolly.] Major Kanai, our boss so to speak, seemed really pissed off for some reason. I was too shocked to really move or speak, so James took over.
"Uh . . . nothing?"
A lot of the guys began to take off their helmets and joined Asai with their laughter. McKeller must've been as shocked as I was, since he was just standing there slack-jawed. Kanai was rubbing his temples, and flashed us a smile.
"Well Asai, looks like you won."
"Okay, all of you, except McKeller here and Asai, get back to your patrols. McKeller, go tell the staff nothing happened."
McKeller wasn't moving. So Kanai told Vargas to do it. Kanai came over and sat down next to me. I finally got my body to move and sat down by James.
"You know Burman, we had a little jackpot going on about what happened to you two. Your friends, uh-"
"Tavis Kenningcot and David Halse."
". . . them, came to the station and said you ran off after Silcox. You two weren't home, so we got suspicious. Since you used a credit card, we found you, and Asai just won $458. Great job Burman."
"Uh . . . you don't care about James and. . ."
"Nah. Just don't slack off on the job."
They both left, dragging McKeller out behind them.
"Well, that was . . . interesting. They took it a lot better than I thought. I guess we have the day off."
"Wanna finish my ass?"
"Yeah!"
James jumped back on the bed and shoed his cock right back in. The lube had dried a little, so it was a little rough. His thrusts were hard and fast, so I was in a constant state of ecstasy. The little roughness made it a lot more pleasurable than before. I knew he was getting close, his thrusts were becoming erratic. Suddenly, James bit my back and pushed in harder than before. I felt several little pulses hit my prostrate. James hugged me and rubbed his cheek across my back.
"I love you puppy."
"Me too. Aren't you gonna finish me off?"
James pulled out, and I turned over. He got down between my legs and grabbed my rock hard dick, rubbing it and licking the tip. He began to suck on the head, rubbing his tongue all over it. It wasn't as good as his ass, but it was good. I pushed his head down, getting most of my cock in his maw. He choked a little when the tip hit his throat, but he pulled back. I was so close from the fucking that it only took a few bobs to shoot my load. I growled loudly as I pumped his mouth full of cum, making his cheeks bulge out a little. I pulled my cock out to make it easier for him to swallow, but he jumped up and kissed me. In a second, he had his mouth to mine, and had used his tongue to let my own cum in. _I swallowed a little, amazed at how slick it felt running down my throat. James swallowed what was in his mouth, and lapped at my chin to get the little droplets that had escaped our kiss. I held James close, wishing I could stay like this forever.
"James, how are you gonna go out if I shredded all your clothes?"_
"You do realize this isn't your size?"
"It's for my friend. His clothes got . . . damaged."
[Of course they're not my size! They're like four sizes too freakin' small!] I'd gone out to buy James a shirt and a pair of shorts, and the tiger lady at the register insisted on pointing out the freaking obvious. I paid and quickly headed back to our room.
"I still can't believe you tore my good shirt!"
"I said I was sorry!"
[He's not gonna let me live this one down. I can imagine sitting in the car, drinking my coffee, and James says "My good shirt! Couldn't you have been more careful?!"] I bought James a generic blue shirt and khaki shorts, and he quickly put them off to go check out. We hadn't really brought anything, so there wasn't much cleanup. [Where's our rabbit buddy? Can't say 'thanks for the meal' if he's not here. Oh well.] We handed in the keys and left to get a cab. We heard a car honking, and looked up to see a blue Hyundai sedan coming up. The driver's window rolled down, and a fox stuck his head out.
"Chris! James! Hold on."
"What the . . . David?! How'd you find us? James, remember David, the guy from the hospital?"
"Isn't he one of the guys who said we were missing?"
"Tavis told me. Hold on, I'll take you guy's home."
He pulled up, and James and I got in the back. I didn't think about it, I just followed James in; I wanted to be close to him.
"So, I take it you two are a couple?"
"How'd you . . ."
"We saw you running from the coffee house after James; then the police couldn't find either of you. The tiger we talked to called us earlier; he said they found you at the hotel in a . . . private session."
"Asai. That bastard is loving it."
"Hey James, how is he in bed?"
"Great, he's got a really tight hole."
"WHAT?!"
"Bastard."
David slammed on the brakes, and turned around to stare at James. His head went back and forth between us, and a wicked grin spread through his muzzle. [Great.]
"James you lucky, lucky devil."
"Yup. By the way, Chris, why don't you tell David why you don't have a shirt."
"This is gonna be good. I can tell."
-Hesitating and getting softer- "Uh, James kinda convinced me to go shirtless . . ."
"Aaaanndd?"
-Almost inaudibly- ". . . and wear a collar."
"Oh . . . my . . . God! Oh my GOD! I can't wait to tell Tavis! Heheh. James, you are now one of my best friends. Do you have the collar? Ooh ooh, put it on! Put it on!"
David was almost begging me like a little kid. Now James is telling me to put it on. I had no choice. I took it from James and slipped it around my neck, surprised by how much I enjoyed wearing it again. I fastened it snugly in place, and felt my cock twitch as I felt the leather relax on my fur. David had his jaw hanging open, and James was smiling devilishly.
"I have got to get a picture of you. Tavis is gonna love this! Here, to make it fair, take a look."
He pulled out his wallet, and handed me a photograph. To say a picture is worth a thousand words didn't justify this. It was Tavis in a full leather outfit: jacket, chaps, thong, collar, armbands, wristbands, (the three former with steel bondage rings), and looking fiercely at me. [Holy crap! He looks good in that. Maybe he needs a harness and gloves; but WOW!]
"I see you like. Show James."
I handed James the photo, and saw his jaw drop immediately. He certainly liked it; I couldn't blame him though. Tavis did look hot. [That's a lot of hot guys we know; Ken, McKeller, Tavis, Asai kind of.] David began to drive after we gave him the photo back. We all drove in silence for about fifteen minutes; engorged within our thoughts. I kept going back to last night's events, along with what happened this morning. My mind kept wondering what we'd do now that we're officially an 'item'. I also kept thinking about Ken and McKeller. Ken wanted to have a threesome with us, and we wanted to have a go with Keith McKeller. [Maybe they'll be up for a foursome? Hmm, maybe Ken and McKeller could . . . nah.]
"Hey, you guy's hungry?"
"A little, what about you puppy?"
"James!"
"Well, would 'puppy' like to go eat?"
"You had to say it, didn't you?"
"Yup, I did. So, where?"
"We can go to a restaurant or I could make something for you. I was gonna make lasagna for Tavis; I could make more. How about it?"
"Won't Tavis mind that I-"
"Don't worry about him; it's my house too. Besides, it'd be nice to have company for once."
"Sounds good. What'd you think, puppy?"
"Sure."
The lasagna did sound good, but I was worried about Tavis. He doesn't exactly like me. He still doesn't trust me, with good reason I guess. But David did invite us, and James wants to go.
"David, you wouldn't happen to know where I could get a leash for Chris, would you?"
[Oh he did not just ask that!] I felt like hiding. My cheeks were burning with embarrassment, not just because James asked that, but because the thought of being leashed made my cock hard. There was a very noticeable bulge in my pants, running down into my thigh.
"No, not really . . . but I know someone who does. Crux, this buff lion; he's really into BDSM. Heh, he once invited me to be his 'fox-toy'. He'll know. Why, does 'puppy' enjoy being tied down?"
"Let me see . . ."
Without warning, James shoved his hand into my pants and gave my dick a squeeze. I was startled, and let out a gasp. My eyes shot up to look at him, pissed that he would do something like that in front of David, and kinda worried that I was liking the idea of being tied down. James looked at me, smiling softly. I knew what he was thinking: 'should I tell him'? I thought about it for a moment; I trust David not to blab, but he might be scared off.
"I'm gonna take that silence as a yes. Hey, I don't mind; Tavis tied me up the other day. It wasn't my cup of tea, but I can see why some like it. I'll ask Crux for you."
[That solves that.] We finally arrived at a little beige house. Like most houses in Sa Luis Obispo, the design was Spanish/Mexican, as if plucked right from a Mexican town. It looked very well kept, which was somewhat surprising considering two guys lived there. We went inside and unlike the outside, the inside was a bit of a mess. There were clothes strewn about, including a few vibrantly colored thongs and bikinis.
"Sorry about the mess. Tavis isn't much of a housekeeper, and last night we kinda made a mess. I need to clean up."
As to what they were doing last night, I had a good guess. The condom wrappers strewn about were a big clue. I smiled inwardly. [They must've had a LOT of fun last night. That's . . . ten wrappers so far. Wow. I can't wait to have that much fun with James.]
"Here, you guys can watch TV or a movie or something while I make the lasagna."
We sat down on their couch, and looked around. The house was darker than I'd expected inside, but the light that came in made it seem warm and inviting. James seemed to be enjoying the house; he too was looking around and smiling. I went up to their cabinet, and started going through the movies. They had a lot of the classics: "The Hunt for Red October", "AI", "Robin Hood", "The Lion King", Star Wars", and the like. They also had some 'questionable' titles: "Hot-n-Sweaty Huskies", "Horny Hounds", "Fur-gasm", "Doggy-Style", and a few others. As my eyes scanned their movies, a few caught my eye; "Bound and Gagged", "Leathered Muscle Hotties", and a few others. [I'm gonna have to borrow a few of these.] Near the bottom of the rack was "Predator's Plaything". [Am I the only one who doesn't have it?] I had just picked up the box to show James when David came in. He saw the movie I was holding, and smiled weakly.
"Uh oh . . . I-ah, I forgot about those. Oops? -pause- I blame Tavis!"
We all had a good laugh about it. I asked if I could borrow a few, and David sheepishly said I could. He was so embarrassed about it, especially as I pulled out the movies that had caught my eye. I looked around for a clock, and saw that it was almost four.
"David, when's Tavis coming home?"
"He should be here in about ten minutes. The food's almost ready too, by the way."
"Why are you so worried about this Tavis guy? If I recall, you're bigger than he is."
"I told you what happened remember? I'm not scared of him, it's just I . . ."
"He's warming up to you though. Give him a few weeks to see you've really changed and he'll be fine."
We waited around for the food to be ready and for Tavis to get home. James and David began to talk about Tavis and me. They exchanged funny stories, like the time I arrested the chief's wife, or the time Tavis walked in on Crux and one of his 'toys'. They had a good laugh; I just sat there and tried to hide my embarrassment.
"Chris! I have an idea! What if when Tavis comes in, you hold me by the neck against a wall? That'll freak him out!"
"No way! He'd beat me into a pulp before you could show him it's a joke. And I don't wanna repeat anything I've done before."
"Okay, how about I make out with James, so Tavis thinks I'm cheating on him?"
"If Chris is scared of him, I don't wanna piss him off."
"You guys are no fun! I got it! How about I tie you guy's up, and pretend to be using you while he comes in?!"
-Both- "Uhh . . ."
"Okay, okay. Just sit there and be boring. Partypoopers."
I heard a car pull up and park. Someone got out, presumably Tavis, and slammed the door shut. I heard keys jingle on the lock and the door swung open. The moment he stepped in, Tavis began to undress. He took off his shirt and had his belt off before he took two steps.
"Hey sweety, how was your d-mmmgghhh"
Tavis apparently hadn't noticed us, and cut David short by kissing him passionately. He started to take off the rest of his clothes, and stopped when he reached . . . a leather thong? He started to take David's clothing off, but David stopped him and pushed Tavis off.
"David? What's wrong? I'm sorry. Was I too forceful? I'll never do it again. I'm so sorry."
"No silly. I loved it, it's just we have guests, and you're wearing . . . a leather thong."
"Guests? Who the hell . . . oh"
David pointed at us, and Tavis stopped talking the moment he saw me.
-Sheepishly- "Hi Tavis? Have you met James?"
James just jumped right up and shook Tavis' hand.
"Hello there, I'm James Silcox. David told me a lot about you."
"Eh, hi. Sorry about that. I didn't notice you there. -under gritted teeth- David, I'm going to kill you."
[Hmm, he didn't even say hi to me. Can't blame him though.] Tavis quickly put his pants and shirt back on and kissed David again, but not as erotically.
"So James, you're Chris' partner?"
The three of us snickered at the double meaning there. Tavis looked confused.
"Sweety, you have no idea how right you are."
Tavis narrowed his eyes for a moment, pondering what David meant. Suddenly, his eyes shot open.
"They got together?!"
"You told him?!"
"Is that why he wanted to talk to me?!"
"That's yes, yes, and yes."
We all chuckled a bit at how silly David made it seem. He ran off to the kitchen to fetch the lasagna while we sat down on the table.
"So Chris, you're with James now."
It wasn't a question, just a statement. I was confused about how to respond.
"Er yeah. We got together yesterday."
"I see you're wearing a collar. New police outfit?"
[Shit! I forgot about the collar! Fuck! Now he knows. Great job Chris.]
"Uh, ah, yeah. It feels nice."
"I know. I have one too. David likes it a lot."
[That was weird.] He didn't say it in a warm way. He said it the same way someone would tell you the price of a hotdog; no emotion attached. Just stating a cold, hard fact. David came in and set the pan in front of him. He really outdid himself; there was enough pasta on that to feed the entire department.
"You guys sure you don't wanna fix yourselves a little something?"
That brought a much needed laugh to everyone. [As if David could eat a tenth of that.] David started to cut and serve the steaming lasagna, and I could see James and Tavis were drooling at the sight of it. To be honest, so was I. It looked delicious, steaming hot and chock full of meat, four different cheeses that I could see, and a very rich meat sauce generously spread all over. Finally, David brought out a bottle of wine, a pitcher of apple juice, several glasses and a basket of freshly baked bread. The smell alone was intoxicating, and the sight of such a delicacy was more than I could bear. The moment I got mine (a rather large piece that I'm sure would've sated even Asai), I dove right in with my fork and chowed down. To say it was delicious is an understatement; the sauce was rich and thick with meat and tomatoes, but not overpowering; the meat was soft and tender, and so delicious; there were at least six cheeses, from parmesan to ricotta, all melted and sticky good; the pasta was soft, but retained a nice firmness that gave the lasagna a very nice consistency. My mind stopped thinking as I ate, and apparently, so did everyone else's. We ate in silence, stuffing ourselves with as much pasta as we could on each bite. I scooped up the last of the meat and sauce on a little bit of bread I had left, and plopped it into my mouth to savor the taste. James, David and I washed the meal down with a glass of red wine, but I have no idea what type. Strangely enough, Tavis drank apple juice. [That's not the Tavis I remember. Unless I'm mistaken, he loves liquor. Yeah, he was known for all the liquor he drank in college. What happened?]
"Wow. David, that was delicious! I can't remember ever eating anything that good. Seriously, you're better than a five star restaurant. No I'm not kidding; I mean it!"
"Thanks a lot David. That really was good. I'm so glad you invited us. You have a great house. Tavis, keep an eye out on him. Whatever you do, don't lose this one. He's worth your weight in gold."
"Guys, it wasn't that good. And you're welcome James. It's a pleasure to have you over, you too Chris."
"Thanks love, that was great. It really was. And James, you're preaching to the choir."
_He'd only smiled when he'd spoken to David, and had at least been polite to James. Tavis had ignored me completely, except when he noticed the collar. David picked up all the plates and took them to the kitchen. James headed back out into the living room, but I didn't get up. Tavis was staring at me, and I dared not move.
"I was wrong."
I wasn't sure what he meant, and his tone of voice revealed neither anger nor remorse. I couldn't bring myself to say anything; I didn't want to say anything that would make things worse. He stood up, and beckoned me to follow him. I got up and followed him into their bedroom, wondering what the hell was about to happen. Tavis went into the closet, and pulled piles of clothing out, dropping them to the floor. I heard him scratching something, then a pop. After a few seconds, Tavis came back out, carrying a cashbox under his arm. He put it on the bed, and pulled a key from his wallet to open the box. Inside, several papers were neatly folded and paper clipped together. He separated them, and handed me one. It read:_
Medical Examiner's Notes;
Although the wounds on Mr. David Halse have been confirmed to have been caused by the puncture of a sharp object, namely a fire poker, there is some doubt as to the sincerity of the account given by Mr. Halse:
-Begin Excerpt from Patient Interview-
Halse: "I was dancing on a table for my boyfriend, and I must have slipped and landed on the poker."
Odawa: "And the scratch marks throughout your body?"
Halse: "Funny story about those. We were making love earlier, and I like it when he scratches me during love."
Odawa: "You're saying the wounds are consensual and inflicted during intercourse?"
Halse: "Yeah."
Odawa: "If he is hurting you, we can protect you. The police will take him away, and you will never have to see him again. We need to know, is he hurting you? Is he beating you?"
Halse: "No. I told you what happened."
-End Excerpt-
The medical examiner cannot in good conscience corroborate that the wounds were inflicted in the manner described; yet it cannot in full honesty state that the wounds were the result of domestic battery without any reasonable doubt. The medical examiner is therefore inclined to accept the explanation given by the patient. Attempts to extract information from the patient's partner have failed due to psychological shock that has left Mr. Kenningcot unable to give conscious answers, consistent with the type of accident described by the patient in addition to near illegal blood alcohol levels. The medical examiner therefore submits the following notes that do not corroborate the type of accident described.
-Mild bruising on the back of the skull indicates that the patient struck a hard, flat, fixed object such as a wall with some degree of force.
-The entry wound is located on the patient's front, inconsistent with the above bruising. Bruising on the top or front of the skull would be more consistent with this entry point. Medical examiner therefore submits that there is a high possibility that the patient struck a wall with his back and fell forward onto the fire poker.
-The exit wound is several inches above the point of the entry wound, indicating that the patient did not fall perpendicular to the fire poker, but rather at an angle. This is more consistent with the above scenario.
While the physical evidence does not entirely corroborate the patient's account, there is not enough proof to state with absolute certainty that the patient is lying. It must be remembered that these are only the observations and thoughts of the medical examiner, and are meant in no way to accuse Mr. Kenningcot of any crime.
[What the hell is this? What happened?] Tavis must've seen the doubt and worry on my face. He sat down next to me and looked me in the eyes. I knew he was about to explain everything.
"One day, a few years ago, my father did something that made me fume inside. I began to drink more than I'd ever drank. By the time David came home, I wasn't thinking right; I took out my fury on him. I beat him, clawed him up, and threw him against the wall. You know how there are holes on the floor next to the fireplace? We'd left a fire poker facing up, and he fell down on it. It went right through him. I rushed him to the hospital, and I collapsed. Some one likes him a lot, because the poker missed everything vital. It did make a hole in his intestine, but they fixed that. He was out a few months later. You see, you're not the only one with a skeleton in his closet."
I can't describe what I was feeling at that moment. Tavis had just told me his darkest secret. He'd almost killed David too, granted he was drunk, but still. I wasn't moving, and my chest began to hurt. Then, I realized why; I wasn't breathing! I took a sharp breath, and relaxed as the cold air hit my lungs. I also noticed that he was smiling at me. I looked down, and was shocked to see his open hand stretched out towards me. I moved my hand to meet his, and he took it, and covered it with both of his. I looked back at his eyes, and for once, I felt calm and comfortable around him. He held my hand for a minute more, when suddenly we were startled by a noise, and looked to the doorway to see David standing there. He was smiling.
"No kiss? Oh well. By the way Sweety, you should hide your ghosts somewhere other than that hole in the wall. Really, I'm not that blind. Anyways, James and I were worried that you two were cheating on us, and were screwing each other's brains out."
Tavis gave him and 'oh brother' look, while I just stared at him, wondering if David was always this . . . silly.
"Alright, alright. I was wondering if you wanted to watch a movie or have some ice cream or wear a leash or something."
I clenched my eyes shut at 'wear a leash' and I could just imagine Tavis' confused look at the same.
_"Uh, I'm guessing a movie would be good. Chris, you want ice cream? I think we have vanilla and Oreo cookie bit."
"Is James having any?"
"Oreo."
"I'll have some too then. Thanks."
"By the way Sweety, could you call Crux for me, and hand me the phone when he picks up?"
"Crux? Why?"
"I was gonna do a friend a favor, needed to know some leather shops around here."
"O-kay. I'll call him."
I went with David to the kitchen, and he handed me a bowl with three scoops of ice cream. I sat down with James and slowly ate the ice cream, letting it melt in my mouth and chewing the little Oreo pieces. David was talking to this Crux guy, and Tavis put in a disk. As I sat there, my lover next to me and my few friends around me, I realized that things were really looking up._
End Part 8.
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