Protecting His Subs

by Eileen Green

  Jackson accepted all of Alex’s points. He was right. With the cartel still out there, everyone needed to be a bit more observant on what took place around them and, if they think they could be in trouble, get to help. But, what more could Alex want?

  With a nod from Jackson, Alex continued. “When you knew there was a bounty on your head, did you think of your dad, at all? Did you think that he could be a target? Would you walk away from him, never going to see him? Not spending holidays with him?”

  Guilt attacked Jackson. Not once had he considered his father being in any danger. Jackson had lost his mother five years ago, and even though he and his father weren’t extremely close, they still got together at Christmas and a few other times a year. Of course, the man was former military himself and could handle himself in most cases.

  “No,” Jackson had to concede.

  “If you are going to react the way you did, you have to consider every possibility with every person in your life. Witness protection affects everyone in your life, right down to your friends. You know if you had ended up taking the offer I was going to kick your ass. I would have done whatever I needed to do to keep you here and with the people you love.”

  There was no doubt that Alex would have done it. He was a true friend.

  Jackson nodded.

  “Now, about tomorrow night,” Alex said, the smug look back on his face. “The space has already been set aside. You are to wear slacks and a button-up shirt. No shoes of course. Abigail is to be addressed as Mistress, and of course, Tinker will be Sir. You will have your safe words, and the scene is to be public. Are you willing to do this?”

  As much as this went against his dominant nature, Jackson knew he had to perform a grand gesture to show his lovers that he was sorry for what he had done.

  “I will.” His answer sealed his fate with Tinker and Abigail. He loved them enough to do this, for he didn’t want to lose them.

  “Good!” Man, Alex was really enjoying this. “They will arrive after you are on the set. That is all you will know about this until it happens. You are not to ask them about it beforehand, and you will not try to talk them out of it.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Laughter erupted from Alex. He would find amusement in all of this. Bastard!

  “Good. Now, I have two subs to tend to since this is a rare afternoon that I have Trevor at home.” Alex gave Jackson a wink as if he understood his logic as he stood.

  Jackson stood also and walked out of Alex’s office, his dejection evident. Taking the elevator, he went up to his empty apartment. Abigail was on duty, but only for half a shift, and Tinker had taken the last couple of days to visit his parents as he had some things to discuss with them. He would be informing them that he was bi and not gay. From what Tinker had told Jackson, his parents were a bit upset to find out he liked boys, however, they supported him. Now, he could tell them that he had two lovers, a woman and a man.

  After pouring himself a glass of whiskey, he went over and sat on the couch. He couldn’t believe that his subs had planned a scene for him, but he had to accept his punishment.

  When he tried to walk away from them, it broke his heart. The moment that the text had come through about Tinker being held hostage and Abigail hiding, Jackson thought for certain that he had lost them physically. That would have torn apart his entire world.

  He had them back, but they were still in danger. The six men they had encountered, which include the FBI agent, were replaceable to the cartel. The drugs on the streets were from two cartels operating out of Mexico. There were plenty of people willing to work for them. Garza probably already had hand-picked people in the area to come after Jackson.

  Martinez, the FBI agent, had lawyered up and had refused to cooperate with the Feds. His lawyer had most likely been from the cartel also. Alex was looking through unconventional methods to check on that one. Unfortunately, while Martinez was being detained, someone had gotten to him, most likely someone he knew to get so close to be shanked in his own cell with a locked door.

  Those avenues hadn’t panned out, so extra manpower was needed to keep an eye on Abigail and Tinker, and Alex had someone on Emma, even though none of them knew it. Tinker was a hard one to follow. He had already made his bodyguard while on a job on the outskirts of town. A lone car sitting not too far from what Tinker was working on some powerlines stuck out like a sore thumb.

  Taking a swig of the liquor, Jackson needed to do some planning of his own to keep his lovers. A shopping trip was in the cards for the next day. Also, he needed to see his father. They weren’t extremely close, even before his mother passed away. His father had his life. He had moved into a retirement village up in Fort Collins and led an active social life along with consulting for engineering jobs. Telling his father that he was bi was going to be difficult, but he needed to be truthful with the man, and having Abigail at his side as his girlfriend would soothe some of the ruffled feathers he was going to cause.

  Jackson took out his phone and hit the button for calling his father.

  “Hello, son,” his father answered, knowing who it was from the information Jackson had programmed into the phone a couple years ago.

  “Hi, Dad. I’d like to come up to see you in a few weeks. I have some news. Would that be all right?”

  “Of course, Jackson. It’ll be great to get together.” His father sounded chipper which wasn’t normal for him.

  “Is everything all right? You sound…I don’t know…happy?” Jackson had to ask.

  “Yes, son. There’s someone I want to introduce to you.”

  Jackson couldn’t hold back the grin. His dad was finally moving on with his life. He had been lonely since Jackson’s mother passed.

  “That’s great, Dad. I’ll call when I know I’ll be able to come up. Love you.”

  If his father was shocked by his declaration, he didn’t say anything. But the past month had shown Jackson how quickly things could go awry.

  “Love you, too, Jackson.”

  After hanging up, Jackson felt better. He was beginning to make some changes that were coming about because he was in love.

  * * * *

  “Are you all ready?” Alex asked as he strode into the conference room. “Anything you two need?”

  Abigail looked over at Tinker who was retrieving a bottle of water for her. He shook his head. “No. I think we’re all good, Alex. Unless you can take some of these jitters away,” Abigail answered with a nervous laugh.

  “You will both do a great job. Jackson’s in the locker room. He should be in the space in about ten minutes.” Alex gathered Abigail in his arms. “You’ll be great.”

  “Thank you for all this,” Tinker said as he approached them.

  “No problem. Even big bad Navy Seals have to be reminded that a little humility goes a long way,” Alex said as he released Abigail and then left the room.

  “You really okay?” Tinker asked her, his eyes shining for a little mischief.

  She hesitated briefly before nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

  Tinker pulled her into a hug and held her. She knew she was trembling, and she didn’t know how to stop. Being in his arms helped a bit.

  * * * *

  The club seemed eerily quiet in Jackson’s ears as he exited the locker room. He felt as if all eyes were on him, although when he raised his head and let his gaze slide here and there, he found that club members were going about their business. Paranoia had set in as he had come down the elevator.

  There had been no announcement made that his scene, his punishment, was to take place. However, club members were allowed to view it should they wander into the scene area. Once people began to see what was going on, others would join and most likely everyone in the club would be watching soon enough. Abigail and Tinker wanted it public for him to show his true intentions of continuing their relationship, and that no matter what conflicts arose in the future, they were a family, and everything should be handled as such.

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th each step Jackson took the weight of dread grew heavier, smothering him. His body seemed to move slower the closer he got to the scene space. They had chosen the space furthest from the locker room which seemed like an added punishment, but he did like the setup.

  As he moved toward his destination, people had begun to notice that he wasn’t wearing his usual uniform of leather pants and vest. Black slacks and a button-up shirt was what he wore per Alex’s instructions. Whispered comments reached his ears. Sweat broke out on his brow as his nerves began to take over.

  You’re doing this for them!

  Once at the scene space, he stepped up onto the platform and took his seat in the second desk from the teacher’s. There he waited, trying to slow his breathing.

  * * * *

  Tinker stopped at the edge of the platform when he saw Jackson sitting there with his back to Tinker. Those wide shoulders, so strong and capable, were magnificent. He would never get tired of seeing Jackson, touching him, or even kissing him. It was the same for Abigail.

  Abigail was clutching his hand so tightly it was hurting. Looking down at her, he smiled, hopefully easing some of her fear. A nervous smile greeted him.

  “Let’s go,” he whispered.

  The two stepped up onto the platform. Abigail moved around to her “desk” in the front of the classroom. She looked beautiful in a black miniskirt and white button-up shirt that was unbuttoned to show some massive cleavage. A pair of overly large glasses sat on her nose.

  Tinker sat next to Jackson, sprawling out like a bad boy. A pair of black slacks and a white button-up shirt was what he wore. His feet were bare.

  “Now, students, I need your homework. Bring it up here,” Abigail said sternly.

  Jackson looked stunned at her words but remained silent. Tinker smiled and stayed in his seat.

  “I don’t have mine, Teach,” Tinker announced proudly.

  “Why not?” asked Abigail, a bit irritated.

  “Because Jackson here took mine to copy. He never gave it back.”

  Jackson’s head moved quickly to look at Tinker. He looked surprised.

  “Jackson?” she inquired. “You were cheating?”

  “No!” he exclaimed, getting into character. “I mean…he didn’t give it to me! He’s trying to get me into trouble.”

  “That is not the truth, Teach. He’s lying!” Tinker thought he was playing his part well.

  Abigail’s lips pursed together as if she was thinking. After about a minute, she finally spoke. “Stand up, Jackson, and come up to the desk. You keep causing disruptions in my class, constantly trying to get Mr. Jameson in trouble. You’ve done this for the last time.”

  Standing slowly, Jackson moved over to the desk. His dread was real. He stood facing Abigail, but Tinker could see the tightness through his shoulders.

  Abigail reached in the drawer of the desk and pulled out a wooden ruler. Jackson tensed even more. She slapped it on her hand a couple of times.

  As he watched Abigail, Tinker could tell that she was uneasy with this whole scenario. They had discussed if she got too nervous, or wanted to call it off, she could. They would let Jackson take over if it came to that. And, as a natural sub, Tinker had already had in his head that it would end that way.

  Tapping the wooden desk, Abigail demanded, “Remove your pants, young man, and assume the position.”

  There was a slight hesitation in Jackson, but he moved. His hands undid the button and then the zipper. He pushed the garment down his legs, those slightly hairy legs that were muscular and strong. His beautifully formed ass was smooth and luscious. Stepping out of them, Jackson kicked them out of the way and bent over the desk.

  The ruler touched his ass lightly, but Tinker saw the slight shiver that ran through Jackson. Abigail fanned the end of the ruler along the rise of the globes before she raised the implement and then brought it down on the delectable flesh. Jackson jerked but remained quiet.

  Bright red marked the line of where the ruler had hit. It would be hot if anyone touched it, and it was going to be sore for a while.

  She did it again on the other cheek. Again, another jerk.

  “Remove your shirt,” she demanded.

  Jackson complied. The light blue shirt was pulled over his head and let everyone see his magnificent back and shoulders. He was a beautiful specimen of a man.

  He leaned back over the desk, and waited.

  Abigail struck him once more, this time right in the middle of both. His cheeks were trembling, probably with the pain, and trying to stay in sub mode. It had to be difficult to hold the Dom down and accept what he usually dished out.

  She placed the ruler on the desk and stepped in behind Jackson. She rubbed her hands on his ass as if feeling the heat her strikes must have generated.

  From where Tinker sat, he saw her face as she moved behind their dom. There were tears in her eyes. This was hurting her so much. He would give her a moment longer before he took over.

  Their only sexual encounter had been some foreplay. Since Tinker’s injuries, they had waited until he was given the all clear by the doctor. He had received it a couple of days before but hadn’t told Jackson yet. They wanted this night, this moment.

  Her hands roamed up Jackson’s back, slow and searching. She pressed her front to him and whispered something in his ear. Tinker saw him stiffen but nod. He knew what she had asked Jackson, and it took so much for him to give his permission.

  Tinker was on!

  “Teacher,” Tinker said as he rose to his feet and stepped up to his two lovers. “Since he lied, can I discipline him also?”

  “Of course, Tinker. You deserve it for what he did to you.”

  Abigail turned to face him, her eyes avoiding the crowd that had gathered. With a smile, she began to unbutton his shirt. He did the same to her.

  Her full breasts were being pushed up by a black and burgundy corset under her blouse, and Tinker revealed them when he pushed the shirt off her shoulders. Tossing the item aside, he leaned over and set a kiss on top of each giggly globe. Oh, how he loved those breasts.

  In turn, Abigail removed Tinker’s shirt and tossed it. Next, she undid his slacks and knelt as she pushed them down his legs. He lifted his feet to step out of them.

  His cock was standing straight up, ready for action, it nearly hurt. He was shocked when she grasped it in her hand and proceeded to take him in her mouth, taking him deep inside. The groan that escaped him wasn’t containable. His hands found her hair which she had left down so the waves cascaded down over her shoulders and her back. Pulling her up, he had to get her off him or he would fuck her mouth and come down her throat. There was plenty of time for that. They had a scene to finish, a punishment to complete.

  “You can take care of me after a while, sweetie,” he whispered. “Let’s take care of our man.”

  A smile graced her lips before she kissed the tip of his dick, sending shudders through his body. That was so fucking sexy!

  Standing, Abigail went around to the back side of the desk, reached into a drawer, and brought out a bottle of lube and a handful of condoms. She set them on the desk and came back around to stand next to Tinker. With the flick of her wrist, her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her naked cunt.

  Tinker felt his eyes nearly pop out of his head. That wasn’t planned. She had come a long way if she was willing to go this far. It made him so proud of her.

  Unable to resist, he ran his hand through her pussy. A moan sounded from her. She was so wet and primed. Pulling his hand away, he lifted it to his lips and licked her juices from one of his fingers.

  He turned toward Jackson and offered his hand. “Do you want to taste what she tastes like, Jackson?”

  Tinker hadn’t meant for the words to come out so breathily, but they did. Jackson licked Tinker’s proffered fingers, downing them into his mouth. The sensation ran straight to his cock as if Jackson was sucking on it instead. He had a heavenly mouth on him. But, that would have to wait.

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sp; As he removed his fingers, the sound of foil ripping had Tinker turning toward Abigail. She had torn open a condom, and now she began to roll the object down his rod of steel. He had to hold back a groan.

  Once he was suited up, Tinker pressed the pump on the lube, filling his hand with the cold goopy liquid. Stepping up behind Jackson, he ran his hand between those buns he loved so much, liberally applying the lube around the dark puckered hole he had wanted to fuck since he met Jackson.

  The rosette tightened at his touch. Leaning over so that he could whisper in Jackson’s ear, Tinker asked, “Are you sure about this?”

  Jackson turned so that he faced Tinker, his face tense. “I’m sure. I love you both so much that I want to do this for you.”

  “I love you, too,” Tinker whispered before he turned back to the task at hand.

  He slipped a finger in through the tight rings of Jackson’s ass, all the while watching Jackson’s face. There was surprise on the man’s face, for he was looking at Abigail, his mouth hung open.

  Abigail reached behind her as Tinker added a couple more fingers and began scissoring out to loosen the muscles he was working with. She undid the ribbon of her corset until the garment was nearly hanging from her, and then she pulled it up over her head.

  Standing totally naked except for the ridicules glasses still on her face and the fuck-me red heels she wore, Tinker had never seen such a beautiful sight. Abigail had stepped out of her comfort zone and was embracing it.

  When Tinker felt that Jackson was ready, he lubed up his rock-hard cock and lined it up with the star that he had wanted to fuck since they had met. Pushing inward, taking his time, he felt Jackson open to him. Tinker slid in until his balls bumped up against Jackson’s. From the tightness that was Jackson’s ass, Tinker felt as if he was being strangled.

  He watched as Abigail got up on the desk and sat before Jackson, her legs spread. She propped her legs up on his shoulders and pressed her cunt to his face. “Eat me, Jackson!” she ordered.