SNOWSHINE

Chapter 20 Part 1

The Tale of the True Hero

       If Blake thought what was being done for him was too much while Snowshine was asleep, he had no idea what was about to happen to him now that Snowshine was awake.

       Two days after Snowshine was released, Blake and Ted received an embossed, textured, and very fancy calligraphied invitation in the mail. It invited then to Town Hall two days hence for a very special yet unspecified celebration.

       That afternoon, the doorbell rang. A fancy tailor with two assistants stood there. He explained that he had been instructed to come to this address and fit Blake Wyzecki and Ted Shmidt for their suits.

       "But we didn't buy anything from you!" protested Blake, "We don't own anything fancy!"

       "Don't....own.....anything.....faaaannnn-cy," the tailor wrote this down on small pad.

       "Planning on taking out an ad?" Blake asked nastily.

       "Oh not at all, not tat tall!!" replied the tailor, "Just a personal note. And you mustn't worry! Everything's been paid for! Shall we begin?" And he bustled his way inside as if he owned the place.

       For the next two hours, he made Blake and Ted stand on pedestals while he and his assistants swarmed all over them and measured them from every angle and pinned swathes of cloth on them and took meticulous notes.

       "So...these suits...I don't suppose you could make mine out of....leather?" asked Ted at one point.

       "TED!!" gasped Blake, scandalized, "Don't encourage them!"

       The tailor looked very sad and regretful. "Oh, Mr. Shmidt, I'm so sorry but no. They are ready and awaiting alteration at this moment. As good as I am at my job, (And I am the BEST in Pittsburgh) I cannot make an entire suit from scratch in one day. Besides, an entire leather suit would make you sweat most unattractively...even dangerously so. However, if I might say so, I love your creativity. Hmmmm....I can make it entirely black....a silk shirt...it'll shine just as leather would but will breathe like you were wearing a dream...with a leather harness criss-crossing your chest and instead of loafers...knee high leather boots. The whole thing should go with a nice Muir cap. With a nice shiny medal on it. How about that?"

       "Actually...that sounds good. Very good." Ted approved.

       "Excellent!" the tailor was transported out of his funk in two seconds. "The suits will be delivered tomorrow!"

       It wasn't long after that, that the tailors finished their work and swarmed out of the apartment chattering and arguing the entire way. The door slammed. The sudden silence was startling.

       "Good grief!" cried Blake, "What was all that about?"

       That evening, just as Blake was pulling out the pots to make a nice rice pilaf, the doorbell rang. Blake closed his eyes and waited.

       The bell rang again.

       "OYY! Aren't you going to get it!?" Ted yelled.

       Blake sighed. Sometimes being the Boy in the relationship was hard. "Coming!" he yelled.

       Someone had ordered take out for them from some fancy place called the The Gilded Truffle.

       "There's been a mistake," said Blake firmly, "We didn't order anything."

       "You are....Blake Wy-zecki and plus one," asked the head waiter in a black suit and white shirt and everything. He was using a terrible French accent.

       "Yeeeeesss," Blake said slowly.

       "Zen zare izzz no mistake," returned the head waiter/delivery person, "Every-zing was ordered an hour ago and paid in full." He snapped his fingers imperiously and he marched in like he owned the place!

       Silver cart after silver cart came rolling in and soon there was a scrambling and rambling to set up in the dining area. The waiters unfurled a white tablecloth and set out white dishes and silver cutlery and champagne flutes and two crystal goblets for whatever else they wanted to drink.

       "Holy Hell! What's all this!?" yelled Ted when he saw everything.

       There was an entire roast chicken spiced liberally with rosemary and a combination of other spices that made your mouth water. The chicken was surrounded by a ring of baby potatoes. There was a dish of roast vegetables and a bottle of champagne. There was another silver dish filled to the brim with strawberries whose bottom halves had been dipped in chocolate. There was a smaller separate silver dish filled with fresh whipped cream.

       Blake just stood there and wondered when exactly he had lost control of his life.

       Ted took over and removed the strawberries and cream to the refrigerator for later. He thanked everyone for everything and assured it was not necessary for the live violinist to stay. They assured them that they understood perfectly (wink wink!) and left them with a CD instead. Ted tried to tip them with money from their mad money drawer but was assured everything had been taken care of.

       "And please keep everything! Keep the dishes! Thank you for choosing The Gilded Truffle!" finished the waiter as the troupe slammed their way out. Again there was a silence that could be felt.

       "But we didn't choose you! You chose us!" ground out Blake to nobody, his hand balled in frustration.

       Strains of romantic violin music filled the apartment.

       "Never mind, Blake! Maybe you have a secret admirer! Maybe it has to do with the celebration we were invited to! And now we have a nice dish set! And silver! Oh, I've always wanted a silver set! Even if it is just for two! This is fantastic!"

       Ted came over and took Blake in his arms and kissed him soundly. Blake's nostrils were filled with the scent of leather that Ted was invariably wearing somewhere on his person. It calmed him and turned him on all at the same time as it always did and as Ted knew it would.

       "Come and eat! Eat with me and we'll pretend we're actually at that restaurant and that I called ahead and had it bought out just for you! And after...with the strawberries, I'll take you to bed and..." Ted continued to whisper and Blake's eyes widened and his dick snapped to attention in two seconds flat in response to Ted's suggestions.

       And besides....everything was already there. Blake sighed in defeat and let himself be led submissively to the table.

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       The next morning, Blake felt better. They had eaten half the chicken and a quarter of the vegetables and the rest were stashed in the refrigerator for leftovers. And afterwards, Ted had swept Blake into his arms and carried him off to bed and stripped him almost naked down to his jockey shorts. After he was sure Blake was ensconced in as many fluffy pillows as possible, Ted had rushed back, got the strawberries and cream and came back, kicking the bedroom door shut with his foot.

       For the next hour or so, Ted fed him the chilled strawberries, dipping them in the whipped cream and then kissed him from time to time, tasting the berries on Blake's tongue. Or he'd eat one and let Blake taste. At the same time, all throughout, his other hand gently massaged his cock through Blake's jockeys in this slow, steady, languorous way that slowly and steadily drove Blake insane.

       Finally, he could stand it no longer, and flipped Ted over and jumped his bones. They kissed and sucked and fucked for hours and when they finished, Blake was positive he was indented several inches into the mattress.

       And so, Blake felt a little better. Until 10 AM on the dot when the doorbell rang.

       Blake jumped a foot in the air and landed behind the sofa.

       "Well! Aren't you going to get it!?" yelled Ted.

       "Not on your life!" yelled Blake back.

       Sigh. Sometimes being the Sir in the relationship was hard. Ted got the door.

       "Oh my God! Blake...You have to come see this!"

       Blake got up and strode to the door. "I don't care what it is, I don't want it. You have to turn right arou-OH....MY...GOD!"

       It was someone from an exclusive jewellery store. They bore with them a wheeled table with a large selection of jewelled collars. Collars with rubies, with emerald, with diamonds, with studs, with spikes, and some that were solid silver and one of shining solid gold. They were informed they were to choose one for the celebration tomorrow, but of course the one they chose was theirs to keep.

       They both were entranced with jewel lust. They tried several of them on Blake before deciding. The solid gold one was just too heavy. The silver one was better but it lacked that certain something. Ted didn't like Blake in red. They tried on a spiked one but decided Blake really wasn't the Spike type and besides the sharp spikes might cause wicked injury one of these days.

       Finally, Ted saw it. It was a black leather collar studded with diamonds all the way around. Reverently, he fastened it around Blake's neck and looked at him with shining eyes.

       "You...are...the most beautiful...Boy and man, I have ever seen," he told Blake sincerely.

       "This is the one," he told the jewellers. The jewellers looked to Blake for confirmation.

       "If he likes it, I like it," Blake told them simply.

       The jewellers nodded and bowed their way out.

       At 2PM the doorbell rang. Blake was on the couch with a compress on his forehead. He pretended he didn't hear anything.

       Ted sighed and opened the door. His jaw dropped. Oh boy! Even he thought this latest surprise was over the top.

       A blond man and young woman with dark, long bushy hair stood before them. The man wore a white shirt and lederhosen. The woman wore similar dress in female version that included a green, ruffled skirt.

       "Greeting from the Hansel and Gretel Candy Shoppe!" ejaculated the man, in a German...Austrian...ish accent, "I am Hansel..." He bowed.

       "And I am Gretel," claimed Gretel.

       "Great! My kingdom for a Wicked Witch!" sighed out Blake from the sofa.

       They ignored him completely. "And together!" they continued gamely, "We have brought you a very special gift...Blake Wyzecki?" they asked Ted hopefully.

       Wordlessly, Ted thumbed his way at Blake's direction and opened the door.

       Encouraged, Hansel and Gretel hop/skip/pranced their way over, bearing with them, a simply enormous box. "At Hansel and Gretel's, we make candies for every age. Therefore, as well for the kinderlings, we make cakes and candy of a more...adult nature. And we were asked to make this one for you, Blake Wyzecki!"

       Carefully, Blake opened the box and then nodded wearily and slammed it closed again. "I believe I'm getting a picture. Take it back."

       Ted came over and opened the box again. He gasped. He goggled. OH...MY...GOD!

       Inside was a very large but very realistic erotic cake in the shape of a penis and balls. The cake was devil's foods cake and the cock was very big and black. The balls were huge; there was even pubic hair in the form of delicate, curly, chocolate shavings. The head of the cock was iced with purple and the coup de grace was that the "penis" had "cum" and there was a line of white fluffy mousse coming from the head of the cock and ending in a generous mound of white.

       "Oh God! Who would send such a thing!" cried Ted.

       "I'm afraid the sender asked to remain anonymous," said Hansel, a little nervously, "However, he said he knew Mr. Blake here quite well!"

       "And....we guarantee satisfaction!" gushed Gretel, gamely soldiering on, "So...tell you what! Try a little of the mousse! If you are not 100% in love with it...we'll take it back!"

       "I will not! You just take that back and tell that baa-mmmpph!!"

       But Ted had dipped a finger in the mousse and popped the leathered finger into Blake's open mouth. The mousse was light and airy and sweet and coupled with Ted's leathered glove, Blake was transported to another universe. He nearly passed out with pleasure.

       "He'll take it," he heard Ted say from somewhere. Hansel and Gretel giggled as if they had seen this a thousand times and perhaps they had.

       Blake was struggling to compose himself. He struggled to get up, to open his eyes but before he could, Ted's finger was in his mouth with that UN-fucking-believable mousse along with it and he was down again. And by the time he returned to what passed for reality again, Hansel and Gretel were gone.

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Several pieces of penis later...

       "So what do you think's going on? Who sent the cake?" asked Ted with his mouth full.

       "Isn't it obvious!?" returned Blake, "A celebration at Town Hall...new clothes for it....now this...it's Brian! And now that Justin's a bit better, he's no doubt got him involved! But a cock cake! That has Kinney earmarked all over it."

       "Oh, well, if it's someone we both know! I was beginning to think you had a stalker...or a secret admirer!" Ted said jealously.

       "Even if I did have a secret admirer, never fear...I only have eyes for you!" Blake said.

       Ted plopped a dollup of the ‘cum' in his mouth and then kissed Blake back into the cushions. The taste of that mousse and Ted's tongue was a combination that was as close to heaven as Blake thought he'd get.

       "I'll never understand why....why you do... But that definitely was the right answer," Ted growled as they parted several minutes later. "Although... I'm beginning to understand that saying now."

       "What saying?" asked Blake, falling for it.

       "Once you go black, you never go back!" Ted said wickedly.

       Blake rolled his eyes. "Oh, brother! The only black I need is on your fingers, while you feed me that icing."

       Ted's breath hitched in his throat. He sllloooooowly pulled on his gloves and looked down at his beautiful lover. How did he get so lucky? God, he loved him so damn much!

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       At 5PM the doorbell rang.

       Now that he knew (was pretty certain) who these gifts were coming from, Blake had mellowed out quite a bit. That, and the fab-U-lous  afternoon fuck session. Still, he approached the door warily and treated the knob like it was a poisonous snake. He opened the door in a jerk.

       Oh thank heavens!!

       "It's just our suits ready!" Blake yelled and let them in.

       Wait! This couldn't be right! Man after man after man entered, each one with an outfit of clothes, pressed and covered in plastic. Each would deposit their suit, draped over the sofa, bow, and then march out again. There was a strange kind of dance to it as men would march in and one would walk out, but no-one bumped into each other. And they just kept coming.

       There were: a formal suit for each of them that were for tomorrow.
       A matching set of tuxedos, complete with top hat and tails.

       Five business suits each from Armani, obviously tailored to their specifications.  

       Five sets of shiny leather loafers for Blake and three set of loafers and two pairs of knee high leather boots for Ted.

       And ties...too many ties to count, of every color, each one silk, and each with their matching handkerchief to be placed in the blazer pocket.

       And ten more casual outfits, sweatshirts, hoodies, sneakers and the like all from Abercrombie and Fitch.

       "Stop! Stop!" Blake cried at last, "This can't be right! This is all too much! We were only supposed to get a suit for tomorrow!"

       "Your benefactor was informed that you hadn't anything fancy. He requested that you do and ordered everything more," said what looked like a butler.

       Blake held in forehead and shook his head in consternation. He was done in by his own words.

       At last, the last man had come, the last man had gone and the door slammed. The apartment was quiet again and the sofa was invisible underneath all the clothes.

       At last he said, "I don't understand! What have I done to deserve such favor? And I can understand the A+F stuff and the suits but....why the tuxedos and top hats? What could we possibly need those for!?"

       "Wait until tomorrow," said Ted, "There's something. Brian never does anything for nothing."

       "I shudder to think," Blake said darkly.

       "Oh you! Come along, my darling! Let's eat the rest of that chicken and I'll take you to bed! Tomorrow's an early day, so let's go to sleep early."

       Blake sighed and came along.

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       It was indeed an early day.

       At 9AM they got a wake-up call. A cheery, British voice informed them that a car would be along to pick them up in two hours precisely and to hurry along now. There was a click in Ted's ear.

       So, they hurried along. They jockeyed for position in the shower and finally decided to take one together. Blake washed Ted and Ted washed Blake, especially around his asshole. However, Blake suspected nothing until Ted "dropped" the soap. Somehow it became his responsibility to pick it up. Warily, Blake bent over to pick it up and gasped as Ted's dick became stuck up his ass. And then Ted's arms were tight around him and his prostate was being hit with every stroke and Blake was trapped and rendered helpless by the agony and the ecstasy.

       The fuck was quick but stellar. Afterwards, they washed up and rinsed off and Ted wrapped Blake in a fluffy towel and kissed him softly. "I love you so damn much!" he told him again. "I-I just love you!"

       "I love you too Ted! Is - is there something you want to tell me?"

       Ted was vigorously rubbing him down. "No. No, there's nothing." He was looking at the floor.

       "There is something! What is it?"

       Ted looked up and said, "No, there's nothing. It's nothing bad anyway. I - I just want to dress you. Worship you."

       "Only if it's you," Blake answered.

       Ted's smile was like sunshine. He took Blake in his arms and kissed him deeply. Then he led him into the bedroom and got Blake's suit and still naked as if he were the Boy and Blake were the Sir, he dressed him efficiently but reverently. He buttoned each button in his shirt and put his pants on him and knelt while he put his socks on and put his shoes on and tied up the laces.

       "This must be going against your grain. I should be dressing you!" Blake said at one point.

       "Not today. Quiet now," Was Ted's only answer.

       "I don't understand," said Blake.

       To this Ted said nothing.

       When Blake was dressed, Ted dressed in his own black suit. The tailor was right. The silk looked just like leather but felt like he was wearing nothing. He wore the harness instead of a blazer, the boots and the Muir cap that came with it. He wore tight gloves. And along with Blake, who was wearing his diamond collar, a white shirt, red tie and handkerchief, cream colored slacks and blazer, he was pepper to Blake's salt.

       They ate a hurried breakfast and then right on time, there was buzz on the intercom.

       They grabbed their particulars and rushed downstairs. They stepped outside. They gasped. Would there be no end to the wonders?

       Waiting for them was a white stretch limo with the cheery, British chauffeur waiting for them by the back door. As they appeared, the chauffeur bowed and swept open the door. There was nothing to do but comply and get in but Blake felt smothered, drawn into the limo as inexorably as if he were in a whirlpool being sucked down into a central drain hole.

       Inside, it was a moving palace, with all the amenities. There was a flat screen TV, a mini bar, a fridge, room for three people on their seat and three more across the way. There was a phone, which they found served as an intercom and an outside phone. They found this out because just after they drove off, it rang. Blake jumped at the electronic scream.

       He answered it warily. It was the driver informing them that they just needed to press 1 for him and 9 to get out and did they want the window up or down?

       "Uh....leave it up for now. And thank you, but we don't plan to be calling anyone. Thank you." He hung up.

       Blake felt a fraud. He felt like a thief. He felt like he had gotten into someone else's limo that had been standing there and any minute now they would be called out and kicked to the curb and replaced with the rightful owners. He did not understand what was happening, did not understand why Brian would be going to such lengths. Wasn't it enough he had paid their rent for a year? Hadn't he made it clear that even that was too much? Perhaps he had not been forceful enough. But Blake was a gentle soul and it just wasn't in his nature to yell or force his will upon another. But it might look like he would have to screw up his courage and do just that or this...this gentle harassment would never end.

       Firmly, he refused any of the luxuries. He wouldn't permit Ted to use anything. Ted pouted for a bit especially when he wasn't even allowed to open the fridge. However a wolfish gleam came into his eye and he said: Well fine! But I know one feature in this limo that I can take advantage of!"

       "Oh? What's that?"

       "YOU!" And Ted was all over him, kissing and sucking and laving his neck in a way that had Blake turned to mush in a few seconds and kissing him back.

       Yes, as far as he knew, Blake still owned himself. Except for a large part of his heart which was more and more being given away to his lover. And so, he allowed Ted to take advantage of him. And he took advantage right back.

TBC