Suffering Jordon

by D. J. Manly

  “Sorry,” Chase muttered, coming into the living room, “I don’t mean to disturb you but…” The sight of Jordon and this other man was causing him to blank out. He stood there dumbfounded, not sure of what he wanted to say.

  “It’s okay,” Jordon blinked. “Did you want something?”

  “Ah…yes…Ah…Amanda, she called today.”

  “And?” Jordon said impatiently.

  The other man’s hand suddenly landed on Jordon’s upper thigh. Chase’s eyes were riveted to that hand. “Don’t you believe in using the bedroom?”

  Jordon’s eyes widened. “We were about to use that fun room my sister has upstairs when you barged in.”

  “Well then fucking go at it then,” Chase rattled off, “don’t let me fucking stop you, Stud!”

  “Whoa,” the other guy said, standing up, then looking at Jordon, “seems there’s a little jealousy here. Didn’t know I had competition, Jordon. What’s your problem, pal?” He looked at Chase.

  “You, you’re my fucking problem, PAL,” Chase growled.

  Jordon stood up. “Look Chase, this is none of your…”

  “So, you’re Amanda’s little slut, are you?” The guy leered at him.

  Chase reached out for him. With one hand on his collar, and the other raised in the air, he was ready to strike.

  Jordon grabbed Chase’s arm and held it in midair. “Don’t do it, Chase,” he said quietly, a lethal look in his eyes.

  Chase was shaking with anger. He lowered his fist. “Wouldn’t want to get your little fuck mate all messed up before the big moment,” he hissed. He took a step backward. “Amanda won’t be home for a few days,” he said, then turned on his heels and headed up the stairs.

  A few minutes later, his door burst open, and Jordon stood there, hands on his hips. He had discarded the suit, and was dressed in faded jeans and a red shirt. His hair was slicked back from his face. He looked pissed.

  Chase looked up at him from where he lay on the bed, his hands positioned under his head. “A problem, Jordon? Need some technical advice?”

  “Fuck you,” Jordon told him. “I don’t need anything from you.”

  Chase sighed.

  “You have some nerve threatening my guests in my own house. Care to tell me what that was all about!”

  “You told him I was a whore,” Chase accused.

  “I didn’t tell him anything. That guy knows Amanda, he’s her masseuse.”

  “And he was here to give you a massage?”

  “Among other things. What’s it to you?” He came closer to the bed, eying him.

  “Nothing. Not a damn thing, just like you said what happened between us was nothing.”

  “Fine,” he said.

  “Jordon,” Chase said, sitting on the side of the bed now.

  “What?” He didn’t turn around.

  “Can’t we get along?”

  “Sure,” he shrugged. “I’ll just pretend you don’t exist, and you do the same.”

  Chase didn’t answer. He might as well have told him to forget how to breathe. He watched as Jordon left the room without a backward glance.

  Later, Chase went to look out his window and he saw Jordon. He was swimming alone in the pool, the moonlight shining down on his head and his shoulders. Chase lowered his hands to his pants. He unzipped his jeans and slipped his hands inside his pants. Rubbing his cock slowly, he watched Jordon as he continued to do laps. Suddenly he could feel Jordon’s cock against his ass, his lips on his neck. I want you, I want you, Chase. I want to be inside of you. Chase stroked his cock harder. Jordon was impaling him with his cock, going deeper inside of him, possessing him, causing him to cry out in passion, and lose himself completely. Jordon…Jordon… He was coming out of the pool now, his muscled body bathed in moonlight, water dripping off his hair, his chest, off the tip of his cock. He was completely naked, and he was hard. Chase pushed away from the wall. He marched into Amanda’s playroom and rummaged in the drawers until he found exactly what he wanted, a pair of extra heavy duty wrist cuffs, then he bounded down the stairs.

  Chapter Six

  “What do you want?” Jordon asked, wiping his face with a towel.

  “You,” Chase growled, tearing the towel out of his hands and pressing him against the wall. Wrenching Jordon’s arms over his head, and behind his neck, he quickly attached the cuffs and clicked them closed.

  “Hey,” Jordon protested. “What in hell is…?”

  Chase kept one hand on Jordon’s chest, balancing him against the wall. Jordon’s cock was hard and his tits were standing stiff and erect. “Goddamn you, if you aren’t too beautiful for your own good.” Chase whispered, trailing his lips down his neck.

  “This could be considered rape,” Jordon said, his voice dangerously low.

  “It could be, but with the state of your cock,” Chase slapped it lightly with his hand for emphasis, causing Jordon to grunt, “there’s not a court in the land that would convict me.” He attached his lips to one of the cold hard nipples and sucked on it, while he continued to brutalize Jordon’s luscious cock by slapping it.

  Jordon did moan then, arching his body, letting his head go back.

  Chase raised his head. “You like that, do you? Well, since I’m a whore, and a well trained one, why not simply treat me like one. Let me…” he met his eyes, “give your body to me, Jordon.”

  Chase didn’t wait for his answer. He lapped at his stiff nipple, and began to pinch the other between his thumb and forefinger. He felt Jordon’s needy cock slap his against his thigh and he laughed. “Patience, baby,” he murmured as he caught his nipple between his teeth and pulled, “I’ll get to that in a minute. Come on upstairs. Let me introduce you to the pleasures of your sister’s playroom.”

  * * * *

  Chase knew that Jordon felt ridiculous as they made their way up the stairs. He kept insisting that Chase take off the cuffs, but Chase ignored him. “Relax, we’re playing. None of it means anything, remember.”

  When Jordon protested again, Chase slapped his ass a few times, which caused him to laugh. Once in the hallway, Chase grabbed his arm and pulled him into Amanda’s suite. They went straight through to the playroom. Chase quickly ripped off his own clothes. He enjoyed the way Jordon’s eyes moved over him, and it hardened his cock even more. “Your cock is so hard,” Chase told him, keeping a distance between them.

  “So is yours,” Jordon told him, standing there in the middle of the room with his hands cuffed behind his head.

  Chase reached out for him. “Come here,” he said, pulling him into his arms. He kissed him deeply, allowing himself the pleasure of playing with his ass a bit. “Look at yourself in the mirror, Jordon, look how beautiful you are. Do you blame me for wanting you?”

  He didn’t answer.

  “Amanda is gone, so while she’s gone, let’s play,” Chase whispered against his hair. “Are you willing to let me take you? Are you willing to give yourself over to pleasure, because I want to please you?”

  He nodded.

  Chase dragged him forward. “Get up on the table on your knees,” he told him.

  Jordon did as Chase asked him, giving him a suspicious look. “Do you trust me?”

  He hesitated, then nodded.

  “Good,” Chase said. He pulled his legs apart, cuffed one ankle to the table, then the other. He pulled the clip down above Jordon’s head and attached it to his cuffs. The way he had spread his legs made his chest and his cock jut out at an angle. Chase came around to admire him. He almost came looking at him.

  “Chase,” Jordon breathed. He was suffering now, his cock, his balls, his ass, his tits, all crying out for attention.

  “You’re really turned on,” Chase said softly, running his hand over his chest and down over his stomach.

  “Come on,” Jordon said, “undo these cuffs. I don’t think I want to…”

  “You don’t want to play with me anymore, Jordon?” Chase said softly, coming around to his back and planting a
kiss at the small of his back. The table was level with Chase’s hips. It would be so easy just to grab Jordon around the hips and plunge his cock inside of him. That’s what he wanted to do, but he’d have to be patient. He wanted him to want him first. He wasn’t sure why he needed that right now, but he did. He’d wanted to make him beg.

  Chase went over to the toy box and opened a few drawers.

  “What are you doing?” Jordon asked him nervously.

  “I thought you said you trusted me, Jordon,” Chase replied.

  “What-are-you-doing?”

  “I’m going to massage your prostrate, if you must know,” Chase said softly, inserted a lubed finger between his ass cheeks.

  Jordon gasped.

  Chase inserted two, then three fingers. Jordon’s head went back. “Chase,” he breathed.

  “Um,” Chase replied, his lips moving over Jordon’s ass. He began to fuck him slowly with his fingers, reaching around with the other hand to stroke his cock.

  Jordon’s body went into spasms, his cock fucking the air as Chase continued fucking him. “Are your tits aching, Jordon?” Chase asked him, moving his fingers out of his ass now, coming around to press his lips to his erection.

  “Everything is aching,” he hissed.

  Chase began to play with his nipples, tugging them and pinching them. He took his time torturing them, deciding not to clamp them. They were just too beautiful. The guy had perfect nipples. In fact, he had perfect everything. Chase lowered his head to lick and suck his balls while Jordon slapped his cock against his cheek. “You taste wonderful,” Chase said, wrapping his arms around his body now and kissing him deeply. He could feel Jordon’s entire body tremble as he did. He actually moaned when he released him.

  “Let me fuck you,” Jordon pleaded, meeting his eyes. “My cock is so…”

  Chase ran his eyes over Jordon’s cock which was pulsing slightly and dripping with pre-cum. “I’ll take care of it,” he said, coming around back and taking the condom out of the package. He put it on and got close up behind him. “Are you sure you want it, Jordon? You’re not fucking me but I can fuck you, release you, make you come. Do you want to come, Jordon?” Chase was breathing hard. He hoped he’d get what he needed from him soon because he didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. He wanted him too much. “Beg for it.”

  “No,” Jordon moaned.

  “Come on, one word, say please and I’ll…” Chase licked his lips. He felt the cum rumbling through his cock. Shit…no…no… “Say it, Jordon, say it you son of a…”

  “NO!” He cried out.

  Chase’s cock dipped into his ass, sliding in all at once, causing Jordon to let out one great cry. He came as soon as he was inside of him. There was no thrusting, nothing. He was spent. Swearing, he pulled out. He’d never lost control like that. He was the epitome of control. “Fuck,” he said. “Fuck you, Jordon.”

  “Everyone loses control sometimes,” Jordon said. “Now get me out of these things, please.”

  Chase came around to the front of him. He met his eyes. “Tell me about Evan.”

  “What about him? Get me out of these things, Chase.”

  “In a minute,” Chase said. “Why did he try to kill you?”

  “Who said he did?” Jordon replied stiffly, struggling with the cuffs.

  Watching his body move like that was making Chase hot again. He felt his cock start to stiffen. “I read the newspaper article. Said he…”

  “Do you believe everything you read in the papers?” Jordon replied angrily. “Chase, undo these fucking things before I…”

  “Before you what?” Chase grinned at him. “You can’t do too much right now. You’re at my mercy.” Chase ran a hand down his chest to his cock which was still semi-erect. “I still haven’t taken care of that for you.”

  “Forget it. The mood has passed.”

  “Doesn’t look like it. Was Evan your lover?”

  He sighed. “None of your business.”

  “Tell me.”

  “We were…friends.”

  “Bullshit. You were fucking him. What happened?”

  “It was a long time ago.”

  “Tell me,” Chase said, running his fingers over Jordon’s cock, “tell me and I’ll release you.”

  “Alright, I was fucking him.”

  “Why did he try and kill you?”

  Jordon sighed. “I told him it was over. He tried to kill us both, but it didn’t work out that way.”

  Chase met his eyes. “My God. He loved you that much.”

  Jordon sighed. “I was young and foolish. Evan was older than me. He was looking for something that I couldn’t give him.”

  “He went to jail, didn’t he? What happened to him?”

  Jordon looked down. “Chase, don’t…don’t make me…”

  “What happened to him, Jordon?” Chase insisted, reaching out and lifting his chin up.

  “He killed himself in prison.”

  Chase swallowed. He saw the pain in Jordon’s eyes, and suddenly he regretted asking him. “Jordon, God, I’m…” He reached up and unhooked him from the clamp, then undid the cuffs on his arms and his ankles. He stood back and watched as he sat on the edge of the table.

  “I don’t know what came over me. I’m sorry Jordon. I had no right to ask you and to…” Chase turned his back.

  He was surprised when he felt Jordon’s arms move around him from behind. “It’s alright,” he said softly. “Why do you care so much?”

  “I…don’t…I don’t know,” Chase replied, covering Jordon’s hands with his.

  Jordon turned him around. He took his face between his hands for a minute, then, he kissed his mouth softly. The force of that tender kiss shook him to the core. “Come,” he said softly, “come to my bed, out of this room. You don’t need to perform for me, Chase. Let me hold you. Let me make love to you.”

  Chase melted against him, melted into his kiss. In Jordon’s bed, he let him lay him down against the pillows. He closed his eyes as Jordon’s mouth moved over his chest, his nipples, his stomach. When he placed his slick fingers up inside of him, Chase cried out, turning his face into the pillow, he whimpered. When he felt the head of Jordon’s cock between the cheeks of his ass, he drew a labored breath, his legs hoisted over Jordon’s strong shoulders. Jordon leaned over him and stroked his hair. “Baby,” he said softly, “I want you.”

  Chase closed his eyes as he felt Jordon’s cock begin to fill him. He grunted, curled his toes, said something which might have been his name. He felt him go deeper, his cock contacting every spot which brought pleasure. He cried out. Jesus…Jesus…he had filled him completely, moving inside of him, making the entire world go away. He couldn’t think of anything but him, his cock filling his need, going faster now, harder, demanding release, demanding…

  He couldn’t think anymore. He watched Jordon’s face contort, his eyes closed, his chest heaving. He heard himself say something like “oh…oh…yes…” while his hand was leading his cock to its own release. They came together, almost at exactly the same time, their bodies twitching with that rush, that pleasure like no other, complete and utter orgasmic heaven.

  When Jordon slipped away from him, Chase felt as if he was dying for a moment, then it passed. It was the strangest feeling. He lay there, his breathing returning to normal, listening to Jordon mumble “Oh God…that was good…that was so good.”

  Chase looking up at the ceiling. Jordon rolled over and looked down at him from where his head laid on his elbow. “Was it good?”

  Chase nodded. “Do you need to ask?”

  He laughed a little. “Guess not. Why didn’t you let me do that before?”

  “I had my reasons,” Chase stiffened.

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t need to, okay?”

  “Okay.” Jordon went to sit up.

  Chase put out his hand. “Don’t go yet. I’m scared.”

  “Scared of what?” Jordon asked.

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nbsp; “I don’t know.”

  Jordon lay back down beside him. “Tell me about school, and what happened with that Cassidy guy.”

  “You know everything.”

  “No, all I know is that Cassidy had an ex-boyfriend who was a drug dealer and he shot him.”

  “He wanted to shoot me.”

  “Why?”

  “Because he was jealous, and because I didn’t want Cassidy to give him money. I also punched him out a few times.”

  “You seem prone to that.”

  “I’m sorry. I wasn’t in a good mood when I came home earlier.”

  “I think you were jealous.”

  “Jealous? No. No way.”

  Jordon smiled. “Where did you learn to fight?”

  “My stepfather trained boxers for a living.”

  “Ah. Why do you blame yourself for that guy’s death when you did everything you could to help him?” Jordon asked him.

  “He gave his life for me. He turned the gun away and…”

  “You probably would have done the same. You know Chase, for a long time I blamed myself for Evan. I carelessly got involved with him without any concern for his feelings. I was young. I wanted to fuck everything that moved. As a result, he went to prison, ruined his life and eventually died there.”

  “You don’t blame yourself anymore?”

  “No. I paid for my crimes. I spent an entire year learning how to walk again. I had three plastic surgeries to cover the burns to my legs. I had to forgive myself and go on. That’s what you have to do Chase.”

  Chase swallowed.

  “Tell me about school.”

  “Counseling. I wanted to counsel runaway kids like myself.”

  “Why did you run away?” Jordon asked, taking his hand.

  “My step father wanted to…well, he tried to have sex with me. I had to leave, my Mother…well…”

  “Didn’t believe you. Then what happened?”

  “I ended up on the streets but The Agency found me and…”

  “That place where Amanda gets her boys.”

  “Yep.”

  “Why don’t you go back to school?”

  “I lost the…I don’t know…I just couldn’t after Cassidy.”