by JJ Giles
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A half hour later, Dan moved over the lawn with a cup of coffee toward Brian. The air was calm and heating rapidly in the height of summer. The new trees were small but bushy and green and he was assured they’d grow rapidly with the temporary irrigation system.
“I feel like I’m intruding,” Brian admitted.
“Please don’t,” Dan said. Casually, he took Brian’s hand and led him further over the hill. The shade under the wild deciduous trees was cool, the grass thick and smooth. Side by side they perched upon a rock shelf jutted out from the earth to watch the water meander through the stream. “Caroline’s family has a strange dynamic. None of the sisters speak to each other but they all love their mommy. They all compete for mommy’s attention. And I’m not sure her sisters approve of her choice of husbands.”
“Then they’re jealous.”
“I don’t give a shit. I don’t get involved. But I’ll fly out there tomorrow or Tuesday and see what’s going on. She always comes home so wrecked after a weekend with them. What the hell is it about family?”
“I don’t know. My family is a fucking train wreck, too.”
Intently, Dan studied the man before him as he smoked a cigarette. “Brian Alexander isn’t your real name, is it? I mean...I’ve seen you before, on TV I’m sure of it. But Alexander isn’t it. You’re hiding something.”
Heavily, Brian sighed. He knew he wouldn’t be able to move around in the world forever without being recognized. And he knew Dan would eventually remember him, just as he had Dan the minute Dan spoke of his father. “You’re right. Brian Alexander is only part of my name. You and I met when we were kids at the Abernathy Mansion.”
Dan gasped. “Oh, shit. Jerome Bryant Alexander Abernathy VI?” He smiled broadly.
“That’s me.”
“I was seven, you were maybe eleven or twelve. When your father bought into the Cincinnati Reds, he invited the entire team and the families to the Mansion for a picnic.”
“Exactly.” Remembering that day fondly, he turned and looked a little closer at Dan. “The pool.”
“Yes...the pool.” He, too, vividly remembered the day the kids spent in the Abernathy’s pool and the kid who played shamelessly with him. “You may be the reason I’m kinda half queer, you know.”
Brian burst into laughter and thrust off the rock to hold to the ache at his sides. “Don’t expect me to apologize for it.”
“Apologize? How about something closer to gratitude?” He snapped his fingers and pointed at the ground before him.
Quickly, Brian advanced. Dan opened his jeans and pushed them off his hips to find an organ ready to be seized. Quite roughly, he took it in his hand and then let it lie there as a finger on the other stroked the glans.
“As I recall, you like to play rough,” Dan murmured.
“All you young boys beat me up pretty bad that day.” Everyone had wanted his attention and literally pounded him with their little fists to get it. Child’s play. But Brian had been a little older and could swim a little faster and made them chase him.
“I remember that, too.” His fingers grasped Brian’s balls and closed on them. “But you’re not gonna run away this time.”
“No.”
“And you’re gonna spend the night with me tonight.” It was a command.
“If you wish.”
Dan clenched down tighter on the balls and captured the penis with the other hand and held tightly. “Nobody’s waiting for you because you don’t live with Morgan anymore.”
Astounded, Brian stared. A few tears rushed to his eyes. “How do you know that?”
“Ummm...” He merely massaged the flesh in his hands now. “First of all Morgan gave me your card. And then there’s some serious money floating around. Morgan’s wearing part of it. And that Diablo... But it’s mostly the way Morgan reacted when I mentioned you.”
“Please tell me you didn’t tell her I screwed your wife.”
“Unfortunately, I did. But she was able to maintain a modicum of control when I told her I commanded it of you.”
“Oh, God,” Brian prayed. Full of shame, he hung his head. “She’ll never forgive me for this.”
“What happened?”
“I’m a fucking idiot! There’s something wrong with me to dump a woman like Morgan because my family is a bunch of assholes. I walked out on her, she didn’t want me to leave, I don’t think. But uhh...she refuses to marry me for five years now, too. I don’t know what to think.”
“So you were living happily ever after but she won’t marry you?”
Brian shrugged. “She doesn’t know who I am, either. She’s never met my family. Since I’ve been living back at the Mansion, I’m seeing there’s more to it than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s some things I miss about being Brian Abernathy. I love my car.”
“No shit.”
“I’ve seen a few of my friends for the first time in ten years. And I’m just now beginning to learn that my family isn’t who I thought they were, either. There’s something going on with my dad that’s helping him, my mom is a bitch. But the thought that she might find out who I am...really...”
“What...there’s something wrong with being wealthy?”
“For Morgan, there is. Shit.”
“That’s ludicrous,” Dan nearly shouted. Tenderly, his hands still stroked Brian.
“I don’t know about that. I have a sneaking suspicion that she knew my grandfather when she was doing the corporate prostitute thing. There was something wrong with that man and if she did know him, I’m fucked.”
“So she would judge you by him?”
“Yeah. Don’t families generally share the same values, experiences and quite often, tastes?”
Dan nodded. “Maybe. But you’re not your grandfather.”
“No shit. I still can’t figure out why she won’t marry me.”
“You want me to find out?”
“No.” The response was quick. He peered into Dan. “Do you think you could?”
“I don’t know.” He continued to fondle the penis. “The good news is Morgan isn’t over you, my friend. She’s still wearing your ring.”
“I’ll be interested in knowing if she’s still wearing it knowing I’m screwing another woman.”
“I’ll let you know. We have a standing appointment with Morgan every Saturday until further notice.”
“Is there another man around the house?”
“Not that I’ve noticed. Just Kitty.”
Brian nodded. “Morgan is very, very jealous of women unless they’re her submissives.”
“Then Caroline should work out nicely. There’s no reason in the world to be jealous of Caroline, because Caroline belongs to me.”
Brian smiled. “I hope you don’t think I was being too forward bringing her a gift. I don’t want her to be jealous, either.”
“Not at all. It was very generous. And now I have a little gift for you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cock ring to snap it tightly around Brian’s penis. “My new dungeon is in its infancy, but I have something down there you might appreciate.”
“Of course, My Lord.”
Only a few minutes later, Brian was in the basement walking across rough-finished tiles ready to have the shock of Morgan’s name ringing in his head stricken from him. He was commanded to disrobe and stand before his Master to be inspected. Stainless steel cuffs were snapped to his wrists and a blindfold slipped over his head. Quite roughly, he was seized by the upper arm and turned, feeling the cold concrete wall before him. His wrists were locked to chains, the chains drawn up high.
Only then did his Master take control of his penis.
“Refuse me nothing,” his Master growled as he grasped the penis at the base.
“Never.” His flaming cheek was soothed against the cold wall.
From behind, his Master slammed into his body and forced the penis through a hole in the wall. Brian
gasped to feel it, the sensation like wet water balloons crushing in on it. The heat was astounding, the soft percolation-like contractions in an orgasming woman. He felt a band pulled across his back to keep him there, more bands around his thighs.
Without another moment’s hesitation, his Master’s oiled organ drove deep into his body. “If you should come, I’ll have to inject you keep you interested in me the rest of the day.”
Brian gasped. “Of course. I promise I won’t.”
With the same force he entered with, the Master pulled out. The first crack of the whip hit his ass.
* * * *
Wholly exhausted, Brian sprawled on the cold stone floor, his limbs lying in diverse directions. How many times he had spilled he lost count of. How the hell was someone to resist that lovely thing? He’d be happy to get injected...later.
His Master kicked softly at his side. “If you can drag your ass up the stairs, dinner’s ready.”
Brian laughed. “Aren’t I supposed to cook?”
“Get up.” Dan laughed. “I’m just happy you’re here. I’m having fun with you.”
Smiling, Brian held up a hand to be pulled off the floor. “You just like to fuck,” he accused playfully.
“I have a serious case of satyriasis, don’t you know.”
“And since Morgan cured your premature ejaculation problem, you’re enjoying it.”
“How’d you know that?”
Brian leaned a little closer. “She fixed me, too.”
* * * *
Darkness fell over the earth, but it was no more void of light or warmth than the depth of her being. From the night table beside her bed, Morgan removed the key and inched down the hallway, as mindlessly as she had existed since Romeo left. But it was the key that turned the tumblers and opened her soul.
Her fingers crawled over the satin finished wall in search of the light. The light of a tiny lamp on the bedside table shown through a white shade ruffled in a pink gingham check. The canopied twin bed was skirted in the most delicate white eyelet, the gingham check comforter ruffled the same as the lampshade. The canopy was all ruffles and lace, as were the heart-shaped pillows upon it.
Quietly, she closed the door of this mausoleum to pray for the dead. The teddy bears with gingham bows around their necks seemed to smile at her. The doll in the baby rocker sitting on a pink gingham checked cushion seemed to wink knowingly. All gifts from her father.
An over-the-road hauler, her father had been. And a hero at that, the police said. When the tire of a schoolbus with more than fifty children aboard blew out and swerved in front of his rig, he, too, swerved. The children, the driver lived. But her father’s truck careened down an embankment, broke over the side of a mountain and he died instantly, they said. He wouldn’t have survived the impact, much less the fire that consumed his body from the explosion of gasoline he was hauling.
He didn’t come home ever again. He never brought her anything more. Nothing more than this lovely bed and the candlestick lamp. The beautiful teddy bears, furniture for her dolls. But her dad was a hero.
She fell to the pure white rug, its pure white fringe tickling the very walls. And she cried out, “Daddy!” A voice in the wilderness, never realizing before this day how she would have to suffer the consequences of his actions for as long as she dared to live.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Damn, Morgan murmured as she rode the elevator down and moved through the plush lobby of her downtown condo building. The thought of returning to Avalon, a place Brian named, made her sick. Yesterday, she learned something. She would never see Brian again because...she couldn’t. He was better off without her, she knew that now. Mindlessly, she walked the few blocks to the Abernathy Tower and went in.
Obviously the bank of Pekinese anklebiters were instructed not to speak to her or interrupt her on her various missions to his office. She simply opened the door and walked in to find Jerry in a meeting of obvious importance. Yet Jerry stood. He stared for a moment interrupting the babbling of some subservient underling.
“Gentlemen,” he said calmly with surprising reverence, his gaze unbroken on her. “I’ve been waiting for this visit all week. I’ll get back to you in about a half an hour and if this should go longer than I thought, meet me here first thing in the morning.” Soundlessly, he only gestured to dismiss them away.
His last little executive closed the door silently and left them standing alone together, the quietude of his office now quite comfortable. What he would sacrifice to pick her up and take her to the bedroom off his office to make love to her made him wonder now. Rather, he pulled at his tie and began to open his shirt. Only a moment later, he stood before her, naked.
She studied his flesh and seemed to revel in it. Yet she tore herself away from it. “Your journal.”
“This way, if you please.” He stood beside of his desk chair until she arrived and sat down. He leaned over the keyboard, entered the appropriate information and the file opened.
The dates and times were as accurate as a spreadsheet. Yet some of the entries were detailed. Things like:
23 July 1430 Can’t quit thinking about Morgan. The woman is absolutely a fix for the addicted penis.
23 July1618 Bryant brought another hooker in and wanted me to interview her. I know he thinks there’s something wrong with me. That I must be sick. I told him to take care of it because I had other things to do. I went straight to the Lair, got out a penis nail, dipped it in rubbing alcohol and drove it into the penis. And then I melted the paraffin and encased the entire mess for the night. I hope Morgan approves.
25 July 1011 What the hell is my problem with easy women! I just returned from Bryant’s office where he was taking some little thing. But I’ve got a meeting in a few minutes. Thank God, my secretary had some Superglue. Her very personal and private property is now attached to my body the way she wants it. I’ve also swallowed her phallus just to know she’s with me. It feels like she’s growing into my heart.
25 July 1722 Bryant asked me to come out with him tonight. To the Dungeon. The thought of all those pretty little boys in there made me ache. Gratefully, Morgan was available, told me to go the bedroom and undress. She made it last about a half an hour with the phone crushed to my shoulder, feeling like her soft, warm cheek.
26 July 0430 I couldn’t think about anything but Morgan all night. I’ll memo Alex today about painting my bedroom walls the color of her hair.
26 July 0920 This is hell. I just went to the bathroom off the office bedroom and took a cold shower. This is hell.
26 July 1132 Had lunch with Bryant today. All he wanted to talk about is the changes he sees in me and what Morgan has to do with it. I know he’s frightened about it. I explained that I’ve quite willingly become her little sex toy because to just let someone else be responsible for a little while is too easy. Bryant knows there’s more than sex involved. Much, much deeper than that. At first he decided I should be institutionalized. By the time we got back to the office he wanted to know how much she charges.
Regardless, I nailed it for her so it’s ready to serve her tonight.
Her expression was as cold as ice, her voice as startling as a wounded animal. “Is any of this true or is this bullshit to get my attention?”
Quite saddened by that, he fell to his knees. “It’s all very true,” he gasped. And then he pulled open the drawer and offered her a view of the nearly empty Superglue container.
“Stand,” she growled.
The entire journal left her feeling chilled. It seemed candid enough. Four weeks of daily entries was the obvious evidence that he was becoming increasingly more dependent on her. That he had slipped past the line into self-mutilation and it made her ill.
Quite roughly she held onto the penis and placed a few dots of Superglue under the corona to anchor it to his body. And then much to his surprise, she leaned forward and laid her cheek against it. Her soft, smooth, warm cheek felt like a cuddly thing. It made his heart thud; every mol
ecule of his body throbbed. And then quite tenderly, she kissed the glans. Apparently, he had pleased her.
“Down.” Voice a little softer now.
He fell to his knees wanting only the sound of her voice now. Yet he peered up into her a little more confident that he could have her.
She smiled. Even she hadn’t realized how fucked up he was when first he approached her. “You’re learning, aren’t you? As am I.”
He drew in a deep breath through his nose and held to it. “More than I ever wanted to know, I believe.”
“Is it bothersome...this knowledge?”
He paused as his eyes darted around the curves of her body. “It’s painful,” he whispered. “My daughter instructed me to think of this as the pain of birth. Rebirth. Until I embarked on this little exercise, I truly didn’t realize that I think of women as simply a means of gratification and little more.”
“I knew that from your e-mails. And now you know why your very vivid and startling fantasies haven’t materialized yet.”
“I most certainly do.”
“I’m very proud of you. To that end, I have a reward for you.”
“I can’t wait.” He believed, he hoped the reward was to be her...finally.
“This meeting I interrupted...it was important?”
He smirked. “Honey, there’s so little in my life that’s important any more, I don’t know where to start. First my kids and then you. Yeah, we’re trying to make a few inroads into a new diamond mine we found in South America even though the government is trying to get rid of us. In the end, it’s just more money.”
“You may dress now.”
Quickly, the shirt was buttoned, the trousers raised, but it ended there. He tossed his underwear and socks into a desk drawer and slipped into his shoes.
“Call your wife and tell her you won’t be home tonight.”
The corners of his mouth turned up. “My wife is out of town.”
