by JJ Giles
But she straightened refusing to get too close. “Just a little. So Mr. Abernathy...is it true? Everything they write about your family?”
“You want me to confess to corporate piracy? Insider trading? That me and my sibling, my cousins were raised with such license and liberties as to make us unbearable to be around? Maybe you’d like to hear about my little romp with the Princess of Monaco, about how we ski Chamanix and then hop a jet to cross the Alps for pizza in Italy,” he said remembering those times fondly, but having had enough of them. “Maybe you’d like to hear about the orgy on a private yacht cruising the Mediterranean, or what the girls in Barbados can do with their tongues.”
A little tingle rolled up her spine to feel his breath in her ear. She nuzzled closer, his voice causing a rapture inside. She had barely to turn her head for him to grasp her jaw and force her lips to his, to devour them as if he starved.
The horse trotted down the path toward the river; the simple vibration in the carriage stroked her desire. His broad fingers slid over her neck, swept under her sweater to feel the softness of skin on her shoulder. “I think I’m in love,” he gasped, seeing the moonlight reflected from the water sparkle in her eyes.
* * * *
Only an hour later she was sprawled on her bed, his weight on her back as his penis divided her cheeks. “I gotta have you, baby,” he begged, refusing to enter without permission.
“Only if you go slow,” she commanded wanting more than anything to be impaled.
The door opened only a little, only enough to stick the head through. Patiently, he hovered, waiting for it to open wide that he might slip completely in. It was as if she grabbed him and dragged him in by the scruff. As if she swallowed him whole into her warm and inviting abode.
He rolled her over and held her up away from him so that she could simply sit on him. Easily, she got her legs under her as he held to the soft curve of her hips. The definition in her shoulder blades was where the shadows played as she grasped his balls with one hand and her clit with another.
He stuffed more pillows under his head, the better to watch his penis disappear into her body. Over the years she had taught him how to do this, to refuse the penis an orgasm until she was ready that they might come together. Over the years he had mastered that technique. He simply had to deny the penis that pleasure until the appropriate time.
But she was turned on tonight. He had very effectively seduced her and she didn’t desire to tarry. She cried out, tightened with the pleasure of it as she held to his aching balls causing him to spill profusely.
In time she laid back on the bed in his arms. “Why, Mr. Abernathy. I believe you’ve been trained.”
With his tongue in her ear, he whispered, “I was trained by the best there is, thank you. And if you don’t mind, Dr. McFaye, I’d like to hang around and see what else you’ve got to offer.”
“What I’ve got to offer?” she nearly hissed, simply exasperated. “That leads me to believe you haven’t been trained nearly enough, Sir. It sounds like you’re desperately in need of a little public humiliation.”
Heavily, he sighed with the thought of it. With his tongue still traveling the curve of her ear, he asked, “Could you explain that, please?”
Animated, she laughed. “You like being my little Mouse, don’t you?”
“More than anything in this world. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t sacrifice for you.”
Tentatively, her arms wrapped around him hearing something in that she’d never heard before. What in the world has he sacrificed for me? she wondered. His family, maybe. And if that were the truth, how could she live with that?
Rather than let him get lost in his family, she said, “Public humiliation, Mr. Abernathy. Tomorrow evening, I’ll take you to a little torture chamber where all the bad little boys are punished in public.”
It sounded wonderful. It had been a while. Suddenly, the image of the master he once adored, served, humbled himself before and loved without reservation flashed in his mind. The wonderful nights of public humiliation at his hands.
He rolled away from her, yet kept her captured in his arm.
It was terribly curious, almost frightening that he showed no more enthusiasm than that. Has to be his family, she thought.
“Have you thought about talking to your mom?”
As if a balloon burst, he went limp and rolled completely away. It was his family, certainly. Merely the thought of them left him devastated.
“Honey, I’m sorry,” she whispered as she tried to regain his attention.
“It’s alright, Baby. I’m just kinda tired.”
Just tired, she snarled inside herself. Before he’d seen his mother beat all to hell he would have been on his knees begging for a little public humiliation. Aggravated, she sighed and gathered him tightly into her arms. Her sweet little Mouse, her baby, her lover. Her man...damnit and whoever you are, you can go to hell.
Chapter Three
Just as she promised, he no sooner walked through the door of their club than she shoved him down the hallway to another room. The lights were low, unobtrusive and he turned quickly to see her glaring at him.
“Mistress,” his voice broken with fear, it seemed.
“You’re to be punished tonight. That cocky fucking attitude of yours has to go,” she rasped, her voice like sandpaper over rough sawn oak. “Take off your clothes.”
With a much more respectful stance, he bowed his head and slipped off his T-shirt. His excitement was unbearable, this one of his favorite pastimes.
“Quickly,” she hissed as she watched. That their ten-year relationship had fallen into patterns of habit, she knew. But she was working more. He was working more and most of the time they were tired. For the first few years of their life together she brought him here every Saturday night...the place they met. For the last few years they barely made it every other month.
“You don’t seem too eager to please,” she snarled, her lip curled in disgust.
“Forgive me, Mistress.” He fell to his knees in front of her. “Please,” he begged.
Aggravated, she circled her intriguing slave. The sharp pointed heel of her boot dug into the firm flesh of his calf. Suddenly, her fingers grasped his hair and yanked his head back causing him to see her upside down. “You’ll be in a much better place when you leave here tonight.”
“Thank you,” he breathed, ready to get on with it.
“Up,” she screamed. And then she wrapped her fingers around his balls and dragged him away.
On the stage of an old converted movie theater behind the heavy velvet curtain, he smiled. They were to be the opening act tonight, something they hadn’t been for awhile. The warm-up routine to get everyone hot before everybody’s little submissives would be exhibited. Her hands deftly worked over his body with the collar, slipped the forearm cuffs to his elbows. For definition, she pulled a few hairs out of his scrotum.
The seriousness of her expression excited him painfully. “Baby, you are turning me on.”
“You want turned on, do you, you insolent little bastard? I’ll show you turned on.”
He was dragged by the penis to be prominently displayed between steel I-beams welded to plates bolted through the petrified oak floorboards. Logging chains threaded through holes in the beams attached to a pulley above. At her will, he could be extended to suffer a shameful punishment or be dropped to the floor to kiss her feet.
At the moment he was extended and terribly comfortable. And then came the blindfold.
“Pay attention,” she hissed with a delightful little pinch to the scrotum.
The air behind the curtain was cool on his flushed skin. He heard the click of her heels take her away from him. She would be back, she loved him so much. But apparently not enough to trust him with her life. Not enough to be his wife.
Morgan took her usual table, the first in front of the stage. Her precious Mouse thought he knew what to expect tonight. He wasn’t aware that she had arranged
something different for him. Something to perhaps relieve the tedium of every day life. What looked like a ten foot, ten hundred pound monster with the famous ten inch dick slowly strode toward her and than sat in the chair closest to her.
“What’s gotten into you, woman? Something going on you wanna share your Mouse finally?”
She sucked on the cigarette causing her cheeks to cave in. “No, Jaxx,” she whispered. “I just think he might enjoy a little surprise.”
“Gettin’ bored, isn’t he?”
Quietly, she huffed at a very good, very old friend. “I don’t know,” she admitted.
“What’s goin’ down, Morgan?”
She snarled. “His family is fuckin’ with him.”
“Family?” Jaxx rasped. “I didn’t know he had any.”
“They’re out there,” she cursed.
Gently, he patted her thigh. “Don’t you worry, baby. Jaxx’ll speak to him.”
“Just don’t hurt him with that...dick of yours.”
“It’s gonna hurt, honey. I thought you wanted his attention.”
* * * *
Brian hung carelessly waiting for the show to begin until he heard the sound of another approach. But it wasn’t Morgan’s footfall as he expected it to be. No. It was the heavy thudding of a man in boots, a man heavy enough to cause the floor to shudder with every step.
His heart leapt to life as the sound neared. A man. Years since he’d been disciplined by a man. Nervously, he shifted his body to better straighten and be presented. A man, he thought as he felt the heat of a Dom against his back.
The fingers that slid over his ass were hot, like sticks of sulfur already lit to burn into him. The voice was a growl, an arid desert wind as it said, “I understand you’ve been a very bad boy.”
Brian gasped, his breath uncontrollable to think what Morgan had planned for him. But there was no planning for this, no way to get in front of it. He had no other recourse other than to just let it happen. He swallowed hard to cure the dryness in his mouth.
That hand of heated fingers divided his cheeks and searched the orifice. One barely breached the defense.
That voice came again, so seductive, so commanding and whispered, “You’re gonna get hurt tonight, boy.”
Oh, God, Brian prayed. Jaxx. He smiled. He’d had a hard-on for this guy since he’d met him, but didn’t dare mention it to Morgan. Didn’t want her to be jealous. He felt the heated leather to his front, his painfully erect organ brush against it.
The huge hot hand of a man gathered his balls and rolled them gently. “I’ve wanted you for a very long time,” the Dom whispered.
“Yes,” Brian begged, his lungs gasping for air. “Me, too.”
“Good,” Jaxx whispered. “Then you need to prepare for a meltdown.” He squeezed a little harder and then dropped them.
Uncontrollably, Brian fell to a pant. Oh Baby, I do love you. Only Morgan could distract him from his problems so easily.
He barely had time to draw a deep breath when he heard the mechanism open the heavy drapes. A rush of heated air wrapped around his body like a cloud. Over the din of music, something ancient from Twisted Sister, the crowed roared. Probably fifty people in the house tonight and the applause was deafening.
He grasped the heavy cold chains to steady himself. He felt the first lash contact his ass.
* * * *
He was strung up under the hot spotlight, blindfolded and gagged. His ass was generously oiled and he felt the heat of the biggest Dom ever made behind him. His penis ached with the desire for release, but that kind of pleasure wasn’t to be his, not here.
The man’s fingers wrapped around his ribs with ferocity. The smoke in the bar seemed to swell and Mouse knew everyone watched, their vision fixed to him. The only sound was the throbbing of pagan hearts, the gasps of animals in heat. All he could feel was the energy of the people watching, the anticipation of the penis about to impale him. If it weren’t for the bit, he’d have been chewing his tongue.
That first little nudge between his cheeks caused him to lurch. The deep rumble out of the Dom’s chest felt like the quake of the earth ready to split wide. “You with me, baby, because I love to fuck little boys.”
At that moment Mouse would have fallen to his knees and begged if he were loosed. One arm wrapped around his ribcage and the other hand went to strangle his balls. “Ten inches, sweetie, and you’re getting all of it tonight.”
Mouse might have exploded then if it weren’t for the pain in his balls caused by the continuously tightening grip. “I’ve always wanted you. Morgan doesn’t like to share, does she?” The glans pierced the orifice, stealing Brian’s breath with the pain of impossible girth. “I hope you can handle me, baby.” Slowly, Jaxx forced his way into Mouse’s body.
Brian ceased to breathe, feeling that wickedness defying gravity coming in, ready or not. He veritably chewed on the bit, his sight obliterated by a satin scarf. The most intense pain he’d ever felt caused his heart to palpitate.
“Good boy,” the Dom mewed as he bit Mouse’s ear. Tears streamed down Mouse’s cheeks like the blood in his body rushing to defend the defenseless entrance. He quivered uncontrollably to the pain, the heat in the cock.
“Let’s go, baby.” He felt the huge hand of the Dom wrap around his penis and twist it like the cap on a beer bottle.
The strokes were short but filled with a power he’d forgotten existed. He fell back through the years to another Master he once adored. How that Master had loved him, cared for him in ways he could understand. How he sought out his Master’s attention, his Master’s affection and could surrender to that Master all of his ecstasy and anguish.
The Dom thrashed inside of him, reigniting a forgotten dream. He felt fluid dripping down the backs of his legs, heard the hushed gasps of the gallery. An animalian chant rose, “Mouse, Mouse, Mouse,” louder and more insistent, the crowd wondering how much he could possibly tolerate of that machine pumping inside of him like the piston of a power stroke engine.
Mouse was about to spill, the Dom’s hand working furiously to create such vivid sensations. But if he came, the pain in his rectum would be unbearable. He bit down hard, the muscles in his arms clenched impossibly tight as his fingers grasped the chains which held him.
“This is it, boy,” the Dom growled through clenched teeth. “This is everything you ever wanted.” A few short, rapid thrusts sent Mouse aloft in the Dom’s embrace, the Dom’s penis winding into his intestines. The Dom’s hand had only to touch the glans and Brian burst forth, visibly shivering with the pain, the obvious pleasure flowing from his cock like a fountain in the garden.
Before he removed himself from Brian’s body, the Dom removed the bit to better let him breathe. The crowd rose to its feet, the raucous applause deafening. Slowly, Mouse shook off the stupor of an intense orgasm and felt his body being lowered to stand of its own volition. The Dom’s flaccid flesh fell out of him and he merely dangled, weeping both with the pleasure of being used and the pain of separation from his beloved Master.
* * * *
Barely after midnight, he and Morgan returned to their condo. “Are you turned on yet, baby?” he asked.
“Yeah, I could handle some more,” she cooed.
“More?” He turned to study her.
She shrugged. “Had to go to the bathroom, you know.”
Easily, he smiled. The thought of her relieving herself in the stall made him rise again. Carefully, he cradled her in his embrace. “Why are you so jealous to see me with women, but with men it turns you on?”
She shivered a little. Shrugged.
Tenderly, he nuzzled his nose to her ear. “It does totally turn you on, doesn’t it?”
“So,” she replied not having an answer for it herself. But it left her wondering yet again. Maybe she needed to hire a male submissive so Brian could get his fill of men. Yeah, maybe so, she thought. It wouldn’t exactly be a drag. And she smiled.
Chapter Four
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��Watcha got?” Jerry asked to see the main man on the current investigation walk in.
“You might be interested.” The investigator laid a manila envelope on Jerry’s desk.
Quickly, Jerry opened it and pulled out the 8 x 10 glossies. His son was on a stage, strung to uprights, blindfolded and gagged. A rather imposing son of a bitch stood behind him.
Jerry flipped quickly through the photos, each shot showing Brian in more pleasure than Jerry could have imagined. But the last was of Morgan, standing on the chair clapping wildly.
“When were these taken?”
“Saturday night. A scuzzy little club for members only on Front Street. Got in for a hundred bucks.”
“Thanks,” Jerry said belying his interest. “Anything else?”
The investigator laid another envelope in front of him. “I have an appointment with two of the shrinks she works for tomorrow.”
“Good. Stay on it.”
The door closed and Jerry sat back in the chair. Carefully, he examined the files and then picked up his phone and dialed his brother, Bryant. “Got a minute?”
“I’ll be right there.”
Jerry barely had the drinks poured when his brother stormed in. He tossed his head toward the conference table where the photos were spread. Bryant took the glass and drank deep.
“Looks like the boy is having some fun,” he said nonchalantly. He glanced down the table to the last one of Morgan. “And now we know where he met her.”
Without a reply, Jerry nodded. “Check out the police report.”
“She doesn’t have a record,” Bryant protested.
“Let’s just say she was never charged.”
Bryant fell into a chair and took some time with it. Thoughtfully, he replaced it to the table and then peered up at Jerry and smiled. “There’s no statute of limitations on murder in this state.”
