by Rae B. Lake
“Needles, there are needles in the silo.”
He looked up at me, the mirth he’d on his face a second ago transformed into pity. “Fuck, man, okay. I’ll help you out.” He moved even closer, putting on his magnifying glasses and picked up a few tools from the small case he had.
I backed up sightly, a lot of that shit was sharp. I was starting to see I had a real phobia with that shit.
“Look, man, I don’t want to fuck you up, but you have to be still as possible, or this can go really bad. You get it?” He looked at me again, the magnifying glasses making one eye look bigger than the other.
“Yeah, alright. alright.” I took a deep breath and tried to think about anything but the fact I could lose my dick right now.
I was able to count to twenty before I heard an ominous click, I looked down, and he looked up at the same time, the fear evident on his face.
“You good? Did it set off?” He asked.
“No, is it open?”
He let out a sigh, “No, that was just to get rid of the backup locking mechanism. The next one should let you out. You ready?” he asked before getting back to work.
I tried to get the excitement out of my body. The last thing I wanted to do was to get ahead of myself. I wouldn’t feel good until that metal trap was sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
I almost fucking cried when I heard the next click, and the tight metal I’d grown so accustomed to began to loosen.
He let go and put his hands up, not taking the device completely off. “I’m sure you want a private moment.”
I turned away from him, not even caring that I left a loaded weapon right on the table. I opened up the contraption and almost jumped in victory. The trap had only been off in the presence of Ruby or when I was taken to do stall brawls. There were a few times a year where it was taken off because they wanted my dick to breathe without the stifling metal or if any ointments were needed to heal my abraded and cut up shaft, but each time my hands were permanently restrained behind my back.
“Uh, when you are done. Would you mind if I took a look at that?”
“The fuck you want to take a look at it for?” I asked calmly.
“Well, honestly, this is the first time I’ve ever seen a lock like that, I’d like to study it a little more.”
I turned swiftly, “What do you mean? Are you telling me you have never opened up a lock like this? You could have just had my dick impaled with about a thousand mini needles?” I gingerly put myself into my pants. The cotton of the underwear, feeling foreign and a little fucking itchy.
“Well, what the fuck, man, you had a gun. It was either do it or get shot. I’d rather not get shot.” He smiled.
I nodded and stepped forward, putting my hand out for him to shake, “That’s my bad. I usually only know how to get things one way. And that’s with force. I owe you big time. When I get some money, I’ll make sure to come here and drop some off. I gave him the chastity trap, with the other hand and he instantly opened it and began examining it.
“Fucking hell, how long did you have this on?”
“Four years, more or less.”
“Four years!” He yelled, his mouth falling open as he stared at me.
“Yeah, thanks again. You can have it. Remember what I said about keeping this shit confidential.”
“Yeah, yeah, you got it.” He was already looking back down at the strange contraption. I had no idea why he was so interested in it, but I really couldn’t care less. It was over there and no longer on me. That was all I was worried about. I put my hand inside my pants, not caring who saw me as I walked out of the locksmith's shop. I locked the door as I left, so no one would sneak into his open shop while he was in the back, learning what he could from my years of agony.
I pulled the hood over my head and glared down a group of girls who gave me disgusted looks as they noticed my hand inside my pants.
“What, you want a taste?” I growled in their direction. They rolled their eyes and kept moving. I was getting to know myself again. I’ll be damned if I was just going to conform to the rules of society because me groping my dick made others feel uncomfortable. Fuck every single one of them.
I walked softly toward the large white van, and I hoped Angel hadn’t woken up and looked for me. Just the thought made me walk a little faster.
As I open the door to the van, I spied something from the corner of my eye, and all the relief and joy I had felt mere seconds ago dropped away. My teeth bared as I watched a man walk into the dive bar across the street. A man I recognized, tall, well built with long blond hair tied neatly into a ponytail.
“Vale,” I spoke softly, but then my eyes saw the rest of the people he was with. They were all laughing and pushing each other around. Vale was in my line of sight again, and once I completely took in his form, I knew I wasn’t looking at Vale. I was looking at his twin brother, Storm.
My ex-comrades were about to go into a bar and have a good time. I was staring at members of the Wings of Diablo MC, and they didn’t even know I existed.
Chapter 11
“You are out of your mind if you think Vexx can take Maven! She’s the one who taught Vexx what she knows!” Clean screamed at a man I didn’t know.
I pulled the hood lower on my face. I wasn’t ready for them to see I was back yet. No, I would get a little revenge first, and then I would show them they couldn’t get rid of me. Wings of Diablo would have to answer for their crimes as a brotherhood.
“Yeah, I get all that ass, but have you seen Vexx. That woman is a fucking killer. She just has more; I don’t fucking know what to call it. She just has something that your woman doesn’t have. Honestly, I’d pay some good money to see that fight.” The man Clean had been talking to said as they walked into the bar. I moved behind them but was stopped by the bouncer.
“It’s a twenty spot to get in, and you got some ID?” He asked, getting in my face. My fist balled up immediately. I would be able to take him down without breaking a sweat, but it wasn’t what I was here for.
“Nah, that’s my bad. I thought I saw someone. I’m gone.” I turned and walked away.
I waited until the bouncer turned his back and then swiftly made it to the line of bikes. All of them belonged to Wings. I found the one that belonged to Storm, and I cut the brake lines. Not all the way, but I remembered how the Wings rode, they would ride hard enough to break the lines completely, and Storm would be painted on the fucking asphalt. I got up and walked over to the truck, my heart a little lighter one of those fucks would be off the planet. I wonder if Vale would cry when he found out his brother was dead. I hoped so. I hoped it ate at him until he could no longer live with himself.
Yeah, that would be a good day.
***
I made it back to Jazmine’s house and was surprised to see that Angel and Jazmine were both sleeping. What surprised me about it, though, they were both sleeping in the bed together. Angel was cuddled up against Jazmine and Jazmine’s arms wrapped around the little girl.
I was so fucking lucky to find this woman.
I went straight into the bathroom and stripped out of my clothes; I turned the water on after a few seconds of trying to figure out how to turn on the tap the water sprayed out. I had been washing out of buckets of old water for years, and showers felt brand new to me.
I let the warm water beat against my body. What felt like years of sweat and grime washed quickly down the drain. I washed my body with the soap she had in the bathroom. It seemed a little girly smelling, little notes of vanilla but nothing too extreme. I took extra care of my genital area, it was free, but it was still pretty raw. The water by itself was enough to have me jumping back in pain. I took it though and made sure there were no deep gashes or cuts that needed more attention. My cock was still in one piece, but it was really scarred up. I would take a scarred dick versus a missing one, though.
After a long while of just reveling at the way the water hit my body, I stepped out of the shower and us
ed one of the towels in the bathroom to wrap around my waist.
“Hey.” There was a timid knock on the door. “Don’t dry your hair all the way, ok, if you still want me to cut it for you.”
“Uh, oh, yeah. Okay,” I opened the door to her and watched as her eyes lit up.
“Oh my..” She looked at my body, trailing her eyes slowly from my belly button up over my chiseled abs and chest. All those stall brawls had a way of putting some real muscle on your body. Her eyes came up to my face, and I gave her a long-overdue smile. It was a while since a woman had so blatantly admire me, at least one who wasn’t sick as fuck.
“Oh. Jeez” She reached a hand up, and the smile dropped from my face, as I watched the hand come closer to me. “Relax, it’s just me. Just Jazmine.” She put a steady hand on my face before she stood on her tippy toes and dragged her hands through my hair.
“Yeah, I bet you used to drive all the girls wild.”
I smiled again, “Not even a little bit, the only thing I had were these tats. That was my one and only talking point. If they were looking for anything else, I was shit out of luck.”
She giggled and turned to get one of the chairs out of the main room. I watched as she pulled out a small case from under the sink and opened it up.
“There are scissors in here, a straight edge and some clippers. Do you want to see it?” She asked, not even a drop of judgment in her voice.
“No, I’m good. Just don’t cut me, please.” I sat down heavily in the chair and let her take care of me.
I watched in awe as she used the straight edge and some shaving cream to give me one of the best shaves I’d ever had in my life. All the patchy hair was sliding off my skin like butter. Then she moved on to my hair. She was expertly cutting all my long uneven strands. I watched as the hair floated to the floor, feeling like a massive chunk of my past was being discarded. It felt good.
“Ok, I am going to work on the front now. I think we should keep some length on top, line you up real good, and shave the sides down a bit. You could even get away with a part if you really wanted to. What do you think?” She stood in front of me, bending her head to catch my gaze.
“There is no fucking way I’m getting a part, do what you think looks good just no part.”
“You got it.” She moved in closer, her ample chest grazing over my freshly shaved face.
“Oh, crap. I’m sorry.” She tried to back up a bit, so her tits weren’t pushing up against me. All I wanted to do was bury my face in her chest.
She began cutting and shaping the front, and slowly, she began to move closer to me. When I grabbed her thighs, and she didn’t push me away, I knew I was lost. I buried my head closer into her body, smelling all of her, feeling how her smooth skin felt like silk under my fingertips, how her breath would hitch as I trailed a finger over her hips.
Fuck how I missed this shit.
“Okay, Ink. You’re all done.” She said, her voice breathy and stilted.
I stood abruptly, and she dropped the scissors and comb in surprise.
I didn’t say a word as I took a step forward.
She took half a step backward. “You know I think I did a pretty good job; I could be a pro.” She said, a giggle leaving her mouth. She fidgeted and tugged at the hem of her large sweater.
I took another step toward her, watching her face flush, and her breath coming faster. She was as turned on as I was. The air in the small bathroom felt thick, or it could have just been me. It felt like I couldn’t breathe like I was being suffocated by this need, and her body held my freedom.
“I think I’ll take my payment now.” She put her hand out playfully.
I took a step forward, her hand bumping into my stomach. She turned it, and her fingertips just grazed my chest. That one swipe sparked every dormant nerve ending in my body, and I couldn’t hold back even if I wanted to. I pushed her hand away and dropped my head, my mouth attacking hers with a passion I didn’t realize I could possess.
“Oh shit.” Jazmine grabbed my head, using my freshly cut hair to hold onto.
A deep rumble made its way up my throat, echoing loudly in the small room. My cock sprang to life immediately. If I had any doubt I’d be left with some type of erectile dysfunction because of the torture, I had my answer. It stung a little; the sudden stretching of the badly traumatized skin, but it wasn’t enough to stop me. I let my tongue swipe against hers, and my teeth bit into her lips softly, I sucked on each one. Even though she was considerably shorter than me, I didn’t want to stop kissing her. Fuck I never wanted to stop kissing this woman, I was having a hard time getting a good grip on the rest of her. I pushed her backward roughly until her back hit the wall.
“Mmm, Ink. Oh.” She moaned into my mouth, and my dick rock hard now was sending almost excruciating pain to my balls. I had been teased for years, and this was just adding to my advanced case of blue balls.
I picked her up and let her legs wrap around my waist. She was now sandwiched between myself and the wall. My hands could roam freely over her body, and that was exactly what I’d planned on them doing.
I pulled at her shirt. “Take this shit off. Now,” I ordered. My voice clipped and highly impatient.
She didn’t hesitate for a second, she grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over her head. She had a small black camisole over a bra that barely held her large breasts.
“Fucking hell.” I pressed her hard against the wall time as I pulled the top down and her large, heavy breasts sprang free from both the small shirt and bra. I licked my lips in lustful hunger as I saw her nipples were pierced with a simple silver hoop in each. I lifted her breast to my mouth, and engulfed her tight, hard nipple in my mouth, sucking on it hard and letting the jewelry imprint on my tongue.
She moaned and dug her nails into my arm. I stilled for a second. The moment of pain was trying to push me back into that room with Ruby. “Ink, more. Please.” Her pleas and panting breath in my ears enough to keep me grounded.
I let the nipple fall out of my mouth before I switched over to the other side and lapped at its twin.
She softly ground her core down onto my achingly hard cock, different feelings of both pain and need building inside of me. I moved back up to her neck and sucked on the skin over her rapidly beating pulse. She purred and dropped her warm core harder on my barely clothed cock; her yoga pants and a towel, the only things keeping me from being buried inside of her. I banged hard on the wall near her head; I was about to lose my shit. She purred and rocked her hips hard.
“Inkpop!” Angel’s scared voice screeched high from the connecting room. “Ink!”
I dragged my face away from Jazmine and dropped her quickly to the floor. “Angel?” I clutched the towel to my waist and ran to the sound, thinking the absolute worse. Did someone follow us here? Did Ruby or Harrington find out where we were? “Angel!” I swung the door open and could see Angel still on the bed, her head turning side to side in a panic looking for me.
“Angel. You’re okay.” I walked over to her quickly so she could see me. “It’s okay. I’m here.” She jumped to her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck, squeezing tightly.
“I couldn’t find you. I didn’t see you, where did you go?” She cried pitifully against my neck.
“I’m sorry, baby girl. I just was taking a shower. I’m right here.” I cooed as I gently rubbed her back with my free hand.
She pulled her head back and looked at me strangely. It was the first time in a long time she’d seen me without long straggly hair and a fucked up beard. She giggled into her hand.
“What the hell is so funny?” I asked, moving away from her, my eyes squinting in her direction.
“Inkpop, your head is so big!” She put both her hands on the side of her head and exaggerated the size.
A cute laugh sounded from behind me, and I turned to see Jazmine laughing at the joke Angel had just made.
I turned back to Angel, “Oh, you got jokes, you little mouse.” I
quickly put my free hand to her stomach and began tickling her. She laughed loud and free, falling back on the bed until quite drastically, the laughing turned into violent coughing. I patted her back, but no matter how much she tried to relax, she just kept coughing, finding it harder to catch her breath.
I sat next to her and did what I could to calm her, every gasp of breath, scaring the shit out of me. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she calmed down enough to lay back.
“Inkpop,” Angel spoke softly.
“Yeah, kid. What’s up?”
“Who is that? Did we go back?” She asked, looking at Jazmine.
“You don’t remember her?” I asked, confused.
Jazmine walked closer. “That’s okay. My name is Jazmine David. No, you’re not back in that awful place. You guys were in my shop, and I thought I would help you out a bit.”
“Oh, your place…” The little girl looked over to the side for a second as if she were trying to remember. “I remember pretty pictures, so many colors. Even my covers were colorful. Is that right?”
Jazmine smiled brightly, “Yes, I’m an artist. You probably saw some of my pictures.”
“She has been taking care of us since we’ve been here,” I said, moving her sweaty blond curls away from her face. She was already on her way back to sleep. It was like her body was trying to make up for all those years. She was just exhausted.
“These things keep happening,” Angel mumbled as she snuggled down into the bed, her hand coming up and draping over my calf. I had to bend closer to hear her.
“What keeps happening, Angel?” I asked, always curious to know what she was thinking.
“Miracles.”
Chapter 12- Wire POV
Wire POV
I was getting fucking tired of this shit. It seemed like the bullshit never stopped coming for us. Just when I thought maybe I’d get to spend a few days relaxing with my family. Maybe teach Lily how to ride a two-wheeler, or have a drink with my wife. Some shit had to pop off. Being President of a motorcycle club was never my wish, but it's what I have to deal with.
