by Adira August
He rolled her over.
WHEN HUNTER REACHED the bedroom at the top of the stairs, Cam was placing items on the nightstand: wipes and a bottle of lube, what looked like two wire flower sculptures. He dropped them next to the lube.
Hunter stopped a few feet away. He wore the comfortable sweats he put on after his shower, but Cam had changed into his club clothes: blue jeans with a wide leather belt and a white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up halfway to his elbows. He was barefoot, as was Hunter. The cold weather meant the in-floor heat had come on.
The sight of Cam dressed this way, as he had been their very first time together, always made Hunt want to drop to his knees. But it wasn’t time for that, yet. Which didn’t stop his cock from tenting his sweats while he waited for whatever Cam had in mind.
Cam unbuttoned his shirt. “What did I tell you the first time you knelt for me? Before I put the yoke on you?”
“You’d do whatever you wanted as long as you wanted.” Hunter’s breath hitched on the last word.
Cam rolled the shirt up from the bottom and ran it through one loosely closed fist—a long band of strong cotton blend. Hunter couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
“What else?”
Hunter cast his mind back almost a year.
“You have one chance to walk away. Once I restrain you, nothing and no one can or will rescue you. I am all there is.”
Hunter would never forget it. He repeated it verbatim to Cam, his voice thick with the memory of apprehension and arousal.
“TPE is over.” Cam came close. He passed the shirt around Hunter’s neck and pulled him into kissing distance. “We have no arrangement. Just like the first time.” He cocked his head. “And just like that first time, there are no limits. You have no safeword. You do nothing I do not order. And I don't stop until I'm done. Yes or no, Hunter Dane?”
Hunter was panting. His dick was already a torment to him, his sac swollen while his balls cringed. He had always had a safeword, always, after that first night at the club. He’d known what it meant then to surrender.
What did it mean now? And why now?
He couldn’t think. Cam. There was only Cam. Naked torso gleaming in lamplight, deep, wide, solid, strong. The column of his neck widened and flowed to shoulders and hollows and notches, and the light layer of silvery blond hairs down the center of his chest that condensed to a golden arrow below the shadowed cup of his navel and disappeared under the belt. The leather belt. Cam. Hard hands and clever fingers and firm lips and stubbled cheeks and his good, substantial, always rock-hard cock. Cam... Anything. Anything for you….
“Yes.”
A satisfied smile with a cruel quirk at one side. Cam tied the shirt around Hunter’s neck, making a double knot that wouldn’t slip. It was just tight enough to for him feel the noose without interfering with blood or breath.
Hunter’s mouth was too dry to swallow. He feared choking; breath play was a hard limit. But not with Camden Snow.
“Interlace your fingers behind your head, officer.”
Hunter swallowed the protest and raised his arms in obedience and humiliation. Elbows up and wide, his fingers slid together. Cam kicked his feet apart.
Hunter wondered for a moment where his handcuffs were. He hadn’t seen them on the nightstand. Perhaps they were in Cam’s pocket, taken from his shoulder rig while he was in the shower.
Cam ran his hands over Hunter, under his sweatshirt, around to his back, into his sweatpants, over buttocks, between cheeks and legs and cupping balls and lightly, so lightly, running the smooth backs of his fingernails up the bottom of Hunter’s shaft. Hands warm and dry firmly pressed along his sides and up and in, thumb pads rubbed across peaked nipples on the way up to the neck of the sweatshirt, where Cam stretched it over Hunter’s head and removed it.
Then Hunter learned his handcuffs were irrelevant. Cam tied each of his wrists to the noose with one of the sleeves. He walked around Hunt to stand in front of him.
“Look at me.”
Hunter’s gray-blue eyes were black and hazed with the arousal of his bondage—hands secured behind his neck like one of his suspects.
Cam shoved Hunt’s pants all the way down, dropping with them, leaving them bunched over his ankles. When he rose, he was close enough that Hunt’s erection brushed against Cam’s crotch with his movements as he stroked Hunter’s long, lean body, hefted his sac and teased between his cheeks.
He proceeded to stroke Hunter again, slow, sensuous, intimate, everywhere.
This was another of Cam’s talents, turning Hunter Dane into a molten man. The slow, sensual stroking left no part of him that didn’t hum and every inch of his skin connected directly to his cock. Cam moved his hands and Hunter’s breath faltered, feeling his Dom’s touch ping the heated mass in his groin.
Cam knew that Hunter was barely conscious of his surroundings, swaying with the slight pressure of his hands. Cam pressed to his side to keep him upright. When he felt he’d dissolved every outer defense, Cam’s fingers tightened over each of Hunter’s nipples in turn. He pinched and pulled and felt the vibrations of deep groans until Hunter slumped with the weakness it brought to his knees.
Cam laid Hunt on his back, lengthwise on the mattress, threw his sweatpants on the floor. He ran his hands up and down, firmly, giving Hunt’s solid column a hard squeeze and ending again at his nipples. Cam sucked each in turn while pinching the other.
Hunter growled and groaned and his cock blazed, the glans stretched and shiny. Precum followed a swollen tributary to pool beneath his scrotum on the sheet.
Picking up one of the black wire flowers, Cam held it so Hunt could see. Six overlapping circles made a six petal flower with a tiny hexagon in the center.
“Newest thing,” Cam told him. He held the delicate-looking creation with fingertips outside the petals and squeezed. The center hole expanded.
Nipple clamp. Hunt’s eyes cleared. He made to sit up but Cam had him by the wrists with his other hand and held him down.
“The pressure comes from all sides. It’s ingenious, with gel plastic coating the critical wires. Never slips.” He put down the clamp, let go of Hunter’s wrists and slid his palms over Hunter’s pecs, pressing and massaging his tightly-furled peaks.
“I really appreciated your support these last months. Just relax, sub. You’re going to come amazing hard. The pain will be incredible.”
Hunt’s cock jerked. Cam picked up the clamp. He sucked one nipple until it lengthened and Hunter keened. Cam opened the clamp and laid it on the swell of Hunter’s pectoral, centering the nipple. The clamp curved inward slightly and cupped him.
Cam plucked and stretched the dark peak while he slowly released the pressure on the clamp. The flower closed around its new center.
Hunter’s whole body bowed and he gasped, “Oh fuck, oh my fucking god!”
Cam took a gag that looked like a half-filled water balloon with elastic straps from the nightstand. He seated the gag in Hunt’s mouth and adjusted the straps around his head.
“Same gel stuff as the clamps. Obviously no one can hear you but me and I’d like to hear you full volume, but this will keep you from cracking a tooth. Hold still now, these should go on close to the same time.”
Cam found some wipes and cleaned up Hunter’s sticky erection, his heat dried the precum almost as fast as he pumped it out. Cam took the shiny glans into his mouth and rubbed it against the silky smoothness of his inner cheek. He heard the noises, the high whines and guttural growls muffled by the gag. He felt them right through the cockhead in his mouth and reached out for the unclamped nipple.
He pulled and twisted.
The cock in his mouth exploded precum and Hunter screamed in his throat. Cam smiled, shoving his crotch against the side of the mattress for some pressure on his own swollen member. He could hardly wait to be inside Hunter, making him love every movement, making him insane with need.
But he had a clamp to place. He wasted no time torturing the already
stiff swirl of flesh, elongating it and setting the clamp.Tears ran down Hunt’s face into his hair. Hunt’s lower body shifted, his hips rocked.
Cam’s leg was across his body in an instant, the rough seam of denim along the inside of his thigh scraping down, forcing Hunt’s rigid member to point at his feet. Hunter stiffened and whined. Cam shifted more of his solid body over his sub’s and let his weight be felt.
Helpless under Cam, frantic to escape the torment he wanted to never end, Hunt sobbed around his gag and went limp. The liquid fire between his legs spread like burning oil down his thighs, behind his sac to his hole and up inside. It flooded his gut, raced up his spine.
Hunter Dane floated in arousal and pain, powerlessness and peace.
Cam knew the moment Hunter let go. Mine was his only thought. Like a man not wanting to wake a sleeping lover, Cam didn’t want to pull Hunt abruptly out of subspace. He moved his hand away from the nipple clamps to hold Hunt’s cock down while he eased himself away and straightened up.
With a motion smoothly executed from years of practice, Cam rotated Hunter and turned him onto his stomach, his ass at the edge of the mattress, spread legs hanging down.
Cam opened his pants and kicked them off, his erection springing free. He lubed his hands, his cock and Hunter’s hole. Soft grunts and rough sighs accompanied his touch. Pressing himself against Hunter’s ass, his own erection slid below, between Hunt’s thighs, his glans stroking the ruffled surface of Hunter’s tight sac.
Cam spread his legs into a strong stance, slid his hands around under his sub’s thighs and lifted, pulling him back against his abdomen, hands and forearms moving under and finding Hunt’s throbbing heat with both hands.
Carefully, firmly, Cam pumped him, telling him how beautiful he was. How hard and hot. Sympathizing with his need to come. Assuring him he could take it until Cam decided to release him.
The longer Cam worked him, the louder the noises became, the groans more desperate, the breaths harsher and faster. Hunter Dane surfaced into reality—Camden Snow was all there was and he could keep Hunt desperate with painful need indefinitely.
But Cam worked under a time constraint created by the nipple clamps. There was only so long he was willing to deprive critical parts of Hunter’s body of circulation. And this, after all, was a loving reward.
He tilted back and brought his very solid, eager cock up and pushed into Hunter’s hole. He stopped a short way in, savoring the muffled keening from his sub and the ring of fire he slid into, to open. To use.
“You’re still so tight. Fuck, you feel good,” Cam told him. One hand on Hunt’s cock, supporting him on slightly bent legs, Cam canted his body to the side, swung his arm in an arc delivered a solid smack to one of Hunter’s cheeks.
Cam almost came at the depth of the growl of satisfaction he’d forced out. He switched hands, signaling his sub more was on the way. A high whine muffled by the gag, a big swing and another smack! Hunt’s whole body shivered, muscles tightening and relaxing.
Cam fucked him deep and slow, spanking him on the same spots again and again.
Hunter Dane would have stayed willingly in that moment as long as Cam wanted. The overwhelming stimulation, his arms bound, the deepening pain and the sound of Cam’s hand connecting solidly with each cheek. Powerless to stop him, the thick, sculpted column driving inexorably in and out of his ass—perfection.
Thn Cam fucked him in earnest, jacking him faster and harder and Hunter knew it was time. He felt himself stiffening. He felt the fire concentrate in his groin again, a solid mass of pain and pressure. He knew, he knew … fuck… oh fuck …
At the first spasm of Hunt’s cock, Cam squeezed the clamps open and grabbed his sub’s hips. Hunter screamed. His body convulsed. His cum streamed.
Cam came so hard he thought he just might blow Hunter’s brains out.
HUNTER DANE RESTED on Cam’s chest, an arm around his back, one across his body, and one leg thrown over his thighs. Cam wasn’t going anywhere for a while.
At first they had collapsed on the bed. Cam took off the gag and untied Hunter’s wrists, kissing him, soothing him, telling him how magnificent he was. He dragged them both up the bed to the center, away from the cooling puddle of sexual emissions. He threw the comforter over them to ward off any chill in the aftermath of such a great and sudden expenditure of energy. Hunter’s orgasm had been even more intense than promised. So had Cam’s.
Now they lay entangled, listening to the wind.
“Thank you,” Hunter said sleepily.
“My pleasure,” Cam told him.
“True.” He yawned. “Something’s going to happen,”
Cam combed through Hunt’s hair with his fingers. “What?”
“No idea. But something will happen, we’ll have to pee or some damned thing. We’ll have to get up.” He slid down and blew warm air over Cam’s soft cock.
“You’re an insatiable pervert.”
“I’m not the one who’s getting hard again.” Hunter put his head back on Cam’s chest and drew a fingertip along Cam’s thickening member under the comforter. “How do you do this?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Not yet.”
“Close enough, old man.”
Hunter left Cam’s dick alone and they were quiet again for a while. He sighed.
“What?”
“I should stay at my place for a few days.”
“Okay.” Cam knew it was because of the cases Hunter didn’t want to bring into the moment.
“I can’t remember the last time I was at my apartment,” Hunter said. “All my plants will be dead.”
“You don’t have any plants.”
“And thank God for that.”
Cam took a breath. “I was going to tell you something. About my day.” He disentangled himself and sat up, cross-legged. Hunter rolled onto his side, his head propped on one hand.
“You remember when you posed for me with the rope last summer?”
“Yeah, I had road rash on my sac for a week.”
“Putting the salve on it was fun, though,” Cam smiled. “That piece was the last in a series. Of sculptures.”
“Okay.” Hunter wasn’t sure where Cam was going.
“Featuring you.”
“I figured since you had me posing all the damn time for a while. What’s going on?”
Cam colored, something the very blond young man did easily. “I had them cast at a bronzeworks in Fort Collins. The place used pictures of them in some promotions. A gallery in Boulder wants me to do a show.”
“That’s fantastic!” Hunter pushed up to kiss Cam, who shook his head. “Not fantastic?”
Cam shifted, and pulled the comforter up over his lap.
“Hunter, it’s you. Recognizably you. Your ... everything.”
Hunt shrugged. “You know about Dwight and my stock photo gigs. Hell, he came to Hawaii when we were there and did a shoot you watched. That’s all mostly nude.”
“And mostly with your face obscured. I’m an out gay man,” Cam said. “People who see this collection will assume we’re lovers.”
“Okay. I still seem to be missing the point.”
“VanDevere.” Cam said. “Discretion. Wealthy and influential people your unit was created to serve.”
“And you’re famous.”
“And I’m famous.”
Hunter was all caught up. Even in the present unsettled political climate with a homophobe for a captain, people finding out Hunter had sex with men wouldn’t be much to worry about. He had always known what discretion meant. It wasn’t in his nature to flaunt his personal life.
But Cam was an international icon, a champion who appeared on kids cereal boxes and drink cups. He had his own bobblehead. Being Camden Snow’s lover would be news. Viral internet fodder. Paparazzi at the office time.
Hunter considered it for a few moments. “Okay.”
Cam shook his head as if he hadn’t heard correctly. “Okay. Just like that?”
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br /> Hunt shrugged. “Life goes where it goes, Cam. You’re very talented. In many ways. Polymathic, I suppose. Do the shows if you want. Things will be what they’ll be.”
Cam had Hunt on his back, tongue in his mouth in less than a second. They clutched and kissed and ground their hips. Cam broke away, Hunt’s head between strong hands, forcing Hunter to look at him.
“Marry me,” he demanded. “For the love of God, Hunter Dane, marry me!”
Hunt put his hands over Cam’s and moved them to his chest. “Tell me why. I don’t understand.”
Cam searched his face. “Because I asked you to.”
Hunter rolled them until they were on their sides, face-to-face. He shook out the comforter and settled it over them both.
“I am what I am, Cam. That’s not going to change.”
“You mean the club.” It wasn’t a question.
Hunter nodded. “I do. And I’m not sure, in the long run, how you’ll deal with me sceneing with women.”
Cam smirked and brushed Hunter’s hair back. “I do. You’re going to let me watch.”
Hunter grinned. “I thought I was the pervert.”
Cam scootched closer and kissed Hunter gently. “I love you, Hunter Dane.”
Hunter felt as if he was standing at the edge of Third Mesa in the dark, waiting for the sun to break the horizon.
The wind moaned and whispered under the eaves.
… anything for you ...
“Okay.”
“Say it,” Cam whispered, needing to hear the words to believe.
“I’ll marry you Camden Snow.”
The kiss was long and intimate. And even though they were both nude and in bed, it did not segue into sex. When they broke, Hunter rubbed his thumb over Cam’s lips. He did so love Cam’s mouth.
“But I still have to stay in town for a few nights.”
Cam smiled, but this was his shy smile. “Good thing I closed on our townhouse today, then.”
Monday, October 2nd, 2017
