His mother gasped and spoke the words aloud. “You’re gay? What do you mean you’re gay?”
Trent wasn’t expecting his mom to flip out. “As in, I like guys. As in, I’m not attracted to women.”
Now it was his father’s turn. He jumped up, pointing his finger. “I didn’t raise no faggot son!”
“Well, you have one, Dad.”
Trent wasn’t going to fight about this. His mother started to cry as his dad started to yell more. Trent caught bits and pieces of the words his father was yelling. Disgrace the family. No one would know. No one. They wouldn’t tell anyone of this dirty family secret. He was such a disappointment to the family.
His father rounded and screamed, “So help me! If you tell anyone, anyone…I will disown you!”
Trent stood, lifting his hands in surrender. “You don’t need to disown me, Dad. You did that when I was born.”
Trent walked away, not looking back. He saw his mother’s reflection in the French door windows as she called his name.
Trent slowed the car near the house. It was a mistake to come home. Ryan brushed his hand over his arm and signed, “Are you okay?”
“Speak when you sign. I like the sound of your voice, even if it’s muffled to me,” Trent said.
“Well?” Ryan asked. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s not easy coming home. My parents…don’t approve of me being gay. My dad and I don’t get along. The accident with my hearing is only proof to them that I chose the wrong career path.”
Ryan slid his hand down his arm, interlacing their fingers. “I’m here for you.”
“Thanks, babe.”
They got out of the car together. Trent let Shadow out of the back. He ran off toward the trees to sniff around and to mark his territory. Mia was on the porch. She ran down the stairs, across the yard, and jumped into Trent’s arms. Trent let his gaze slide to his lover. A few short weeks ago they’d said good-bye at the training center and now they were together at his childhood home. Trent wasn’t sure if Ryan would want to come home with him, but he was relieved to have him here. Trent needed his support to get through tonight. His father wasn’t the most welcoming man in the world. He was a hard man to know.
Mia turned her body and quietly signed, “Ryan?”
Trent nodded.
She grinned. Her excitement was contagious. “I like him. He’s a cutie,” Mia teased.
“Is Dad here?” Trent asked.
“Inside,” Mia stepped closer. “He’s changed.”
“I don’t believe that.”
Mia ran a hand through her blonde hair. “He isn’t the same man
since Mom got sick.”
Mia turned to Ryan. “Hi, Ryan. It’s been a while.”
“Good to see you again, Mia.”
Mia signed and spoke. “Dinner’s almost ready. You’ll be staying
in the carriage house tonight. Is that okay?” A sigh of relief moved through Trent’s body. They weren’t sleeping in the main house. He could not sleep under the same roof as his father and his new lover. Southern congeniality was smothering. It was one of the reasons why he left the country for the city.
Ryan grabbed their bags from the trunk and headed for the old carriage house turned into a guesthouse. Shadow followed, sniffing around the room. The room was decorated with antique furniture and cozy little nooks that were perfect for reading during a rainy day. There was no television. A fireplace sat in the corner. A blue quilt covered the queen-size bed. Trent ran his hand over the quilt. It was an old one of his grandmother’s. Ryan set the bags on the bench at the end of the bed.
Trent reached out and grabbed Ryan, muscling him up against the wall. Heat spiraled through Ryan’s dark-brown eyes. Gold flecks were scattered like angel dust in his eyes, but Trent knew there wasn’t anything angelic in those dangerous depths. Trent teased his lips over Ryan’s mouth, brushing them back and forth.
Their mouths locked. Their bodies pressed tight. Trent could feel Ryan’s heartbeat knocking against his chest, and the brush of his heated breath blowing against his cheek. Trent took control of their kiss, licking his way into Ryan’s mouth. A groan of need tore up from deep within Ryan’s chest. Trent felt the vibration rock through his body, and all the way down to his hard cock. He lived for those sweet vibrations he could feel during sex.
They were in front of the windows. Anyone driving or walking past the carriage house would be able to see them kissing. Trent didn’t care. He was home with a lover for the first time in his life. He was not ashamed of who he was.
Ryan flexed his hips up, rubbing their cocks together. It was all too much. He shouldn’t have started what they couldn’t finish now. Trent pulled away. They were both surprisingly steady. Ryan grinned in an arrogant, seductive way. God help him, it made Trent’s cock flex tight and pre-cum slide down the edge of his cockhead. He wanted Ryan lapping at his tip all night long.
It was then Trent knew he was going to have Ryan tonight. Right after this part was over, Ryan would be tied up and submissive.
“You are mine. Tonight.”
Ryan’s mouth dropped open, but his eyes fucked their way over Trent’s body in a bold way. Ryan’s tongue licked out over his lips.
“You’ll need a lesson tonight on what it means to be a good submissive,” Trent said.
Trent liked how Ryan pretended to lower his eyes in a submissive way and looked up at Trent beneath his eyelashes. He lifted his hands and signed, “I think I need to be punished, Master.”
Trent grinned. “You’ve been bad?”
“Yes.”
Trent came in close and whispered his lips along Ryan’s neck. He kissed and licked his way up to Ryan’s ear. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.”
Ryan’s legs went weak, and he fell back against the wall as he stroked his hand over his cock, adjusting it. Trent loved to dominate Ryan in the bedroom. He just hoped he didn’t scare Ryan with his needs tonight. There were things he wanted and needed Ryan to do when they were alone.
“What are you going to do to me?”
Trent grinned, loving how smooth Ryan’s hands moved as he signed. “Everything.”
Trent gave him one last possessive kiss before pulling away. They had to get to the main house. They were already late for the dinner party. Trent filled Shadow’s water bowl and food bowl, setting them outside on the screened in porch. He left the sliding door open for Shadow to roam inside and out.
Moonlight cut through the willow trees as they walked through the garden. Trent had to curb the urge to kiss Ryan under those silver rays.
“How old are you?” Trent asked.
Ryan stopped, lifting Trent’s hand and pressing it to his chest as he signed. “Twenty-nine. You?” Ryan asked.
Chills raced down Trent’s spine as he felt the vibration of Ryan’s voice in his chest. “Thirty-three.”
Ryan grinned, signing, “Old man.”
They were drawing glances from the partygoers on the veranda. Trent led the way up the path and into the house. Mia looped her arm into Ryan’s and made introductions as Trent held back. His eyes locked with his father’s. They were so much alike, tall, athletic men who loved competitive sports. His father’s hair was white at the temples. Tonight was going to be an awkward mess, Trent thought. His mother gave him a hug and turned to Ryan.
“It’s nice to finally meet one of Trent’s friends,” his mom said.
Trent focused on getting through the night and not dealing with his father. Trent looked over at his lover. Ryan’s lips moved as he signed. “I’m an ER doctor. I also work with Trent as a SWAT doc.”
Trent’s gaze moved over his father. He couldn’t do this. He needed a drink. Trent headed off toward the bar. He watched Ryan as he chatted with his family as though he’d always belonged. His father headed his way and came to stand with him at the bar.
His father lifted his hands and signed slowly as though he were thinking about every word. The fact that he bother
ed to learn nearly had Trent falling to the floor. Had he changed? “We’re going to have to talk sometime.”
His father signed as he spoke. The world was finally over. There had to be a catch. He didn’t do anything unless it benefited his agenda.
“There’s nothing to say,” Trent said.
“There are always things to say,” his father signed.
Trent stared at his father. “Like what?” Trent asked.
“Like I’m sorry. You’re my son. It doesn’t matter to me who you love. I love you. I’m sorry. Forgive me.”
This time his father didn’t sign all the words, he merely moved his fist over his sternum in a circular motion, signing the word sorry over and over as he spoke. Trent downed his bourbon and signaled for a second.
As the bartender poured another, Trent said, “I guess that makes things all better.” Trent lifted his glass and said, “Cheers.”
His father’s eyes broke apart as though he’d been punched in the face. Trent took a few steps away from the bar and stopped. Trent grabbed his dad’s arm as he started to walk away. He knew he had to forgive his father for himself. He could see the pain in his father’s eyes. Regret played through his father’s gray eyes.
“Everything’s going to be okay, Dad. We’ll get through this,” Trent said.
His father lifted his hands to sign. “I want to make this right for both of us, Trent. I’ll never forgive myself for pushing you away.”
“I know you were just scared for me. We’ll get through this,” Trent said.
His dad pulled him into a tight embrace that nearly had Trent dumping his drink onto the floor. He patted his dad’s back. There were tears in his father’s eyes as he pulled away. Trent smiled. He left his dad at the bar and looked through the crowd, searching for Ryan. He had to get out of there. He couldn’t breathe when he was with his family. He couldn’t think about the change in his father now. Trent didn’t want to question his father’s love or acceptance of him. He had always longed to have it, and now he did. Tears wet Trent’s eyes as emotion played through his heart hard.
Ryan was gone. Trent couldn’t find him anywhere in the main house. Panic moved through him fast and hard. He needed Ryan. He needed the comfort of his presence at his side. Now.
A few minutes later, Trent walked to the carriage house, but he wasn’t there either. He searched the gardens, but he wasn’t there. Where could he have gone? Trent pulled out his cell phone and sent a text.
Where are you?
I’m hiding. Come find me.
Need tore through Trent’s body, fast and hard. Ryan pushed the limits of what it meant to be a submissive by taking control of where things happened next. It would be the last of Ryan’s control for the night. Trent was going to have him losing control and begging to come.
* * * * The old barn was empty and almost three football fields away from the main house. Complete quiet enveloped Ryan. He closed his eyes, drinking it in. After the chaos of the party, it was nice to step into the void for a long while. He only hoped Trent would be able to find him.
Ryan held up the lantern.
He could see that the barn hadn’t been used in ages. Wooden stalls were hung with old leather harnesses. Brick and stone mixed with weeds and grass. Up above the corridor, there was a loft filled with bales of hay. Ryan climbed the ladder and tested the beams before putting his whole weight onto them.
It creaked with age, but it was holding strong. Hay scattered over the floorboards. There were probably mice burrowed down in the hay. Ryan scattered his feet around, not finding any. Ryan set the lantern on the bale of hay. The soft-white glow came from the LED light inside.
Old weathered saddles, riding crops, and blankets were stored along the far side of the wall. Ryan went to the whips, running his hand over the aged leather. He wanted Trent to whip him with these crops and take him to a place sexually he’d never been. Lust rushed through Ryan’s blood, twisting through his cock to make him rock hard.
Ryan groaned as moved his hand over his cock to adjust it. He wanted to be dominated again. He wanted the humiliation of being tied up, blindfolded, and taken hard. Just the thought of it turned him on fast. The creak of the floorboard had Ryan glancing over his shoulder. Trent looked calm and relaxed in his jeans and dress shirt. Their eyes met. Ryan’s prick flexed hard to the point of pain. From the look in Trent’s eyes, Ryan knew that release wouldn’t be coming anytime soon.
Trent lifted his hands and signed hard. “Undress.”
Slowly, Ryan unbuttoned his shirt and eased it off his shoulders, tossing it onto the hay. Ryan slipped off his shoes. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his fly, and lowered his jeans to the ground. Ryan ran his hand over his throbbing dick, stroking it head to base. Pre-cum wet the tip of his cock. Ryan rubbed it down his shaft, gripping his balls tight.
“On your hands and knees, sub. Crawl to me,” Trent said.
Excitement poured through Ryan’s body as he slowly got to his knees. His prick pounded. He lowered his gaze as he got onto his hands. Ryan crawled to his lover, moving slow and steady. He stopped with his head against Trent’s leg. Trent reached down, stroking Ryan’s hair and down over his cheek. Trent ran his fingertips down Ryan’s spine to the crack of his tingling ass, rubbing his thumb over his anus. Ryan arched out, enjoying the feel of Trent’s thumb stroking his anus.
Ryan was shaking as Trent pulled abruptly away. Ryan heard the rustling of Trent’s clothing being removed, and the sound of his footsteps moving away. Trent came back with leather harness straps in his hands, and a riding crop. He set the items down in the hay, moving behind Ryan. Trent kneeled down, stroking his hand over Ryan’s cock and squeezing it tight. Ryan groaned as he stroked his prick into Trent’s palm. Ryan moaned in disappointment as Trent let go. Trent smoothed his hand over his ass, stroking his anus again. Heat licked over his crack as Trent’s tongue kissed his way down. The scorching heat didn’t last long as Trent pulled away again.
Trent whistled, getting his attention. Ryan looked over his shoulder as Trent said, “You’re my sex slave. Hands behind your back.”
Ryan sat back on his knees, offering Trent his hands. Leather came around his wrists, wrapping tight. More leather came around his waist and up over his chest and shoulders. Trent pulled it snug, showing him that when he pulled on his wrists, the leather around his chest tightened seductively. Ryan’s cock wept with need. Trent reached between his legs, stroking his perineum. Pre-cum dripped from his cockhead, sliding down his shaft.
Leather and wood slid across Ryan’s ass. Cool nighttime air caressed his ass as he felt the force of the crop come down on him. The smack of leather against skin sent Ryan’s balls bouncing. He bit his lip, trying to keep his cry of pleasure from echoing into the night. Another smack came across his ass cheeks, sending erotic chills over his heated and stinging skin. Ryan loved it and wanted more. Trent reached around, gripping his big cock in his hand. He stroked Ryan hard. Four more hits came across his ass, nearly making Ryan come. His balls pulled up tight as he worked to keep his orgasm locked down tight. Ryan was shuddering hard. Sweat glistened on his skin.
Trent smoothed the riding crop over his ass as he kissed his way over his neck and shoulder. He bit softly on his shoulder, and his tongue licked out, smoothing over the sensitive spot. Trent smoothed the riding crop between his legs, running it up his leg and over his balls before taking it back down the other side. He ran it up his leg again and up between the cheeks of Ryan’s ass, rubbing it over his anus. All of a sudden, he yanked it away and smacked it against Ryan’s ass, while Trent’s left hand squeezed his throbbing cock.
Ryan cried out as pure, raw pleasure heated his skin.
He was breathing hard. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take before his spunk would fly across the hay. He did not want to come before his lover gave him permission. He did not want to be the reason why this night ended so abruptly. Hot hands rubbed down his shoulders and down his arms. Trent had the hottest hands of an
y lover he’d ever known. Trent’s hands came up his sides. His hands gripped his sides, feeling the vibrations of his words.
“Trent,” Ryan said. “I need you.”
“Stand.”
Ryan got to his feet, and Trent led him toward a wooden saddle stand. Trent bent Ryan over the stand, spreading his legs wide. Smooth wooden slats curved along the top. Trent pushed Ryan’s cock between the slats, anchoring him in place. The tight embrace felt sinfully sweet on his throbbing cock. Ryan moaned when he felt Trent pull away. Trent’s big hands pressed against his ass cheeks, pushing his cock further between the slats and opening his anus up. Heat flicked up over his perineum when Trent licked his tongue over his sweet spot. Trent’s tongue trailed upward, teasing the edge of his anus. Ryan’s heart hammered as the tip of his cockhead rubbed the cool, smooth underside of the saddle stand. He arched back into Trent’s touch, but his hands kept him locked down.
Hard flicks rubbed up and down Ryan’s perineum. Trent’s tongue lashing turned into hard sucks as his mouth slipped down to tease Ryan’s balls. Trent squeezed his ass cheeks as he alternated between sucking and licking Ryan’s balls. Trent suddenly pulled away. He tested the leather straps that held Ryan’s hands behind his back. Ryan glanced over his shoulder as he heard the sound of Trent’s footsteps fading away. From his position, Ryan couldn’t clearly see what he was getting. A shiver of anticipation made his cock punch the wooden stand that held his cock captive. Light from the lantern flashed over Trent’s body as he moved around it. Ryan’s breath caught when he saw the black bag in his hand. Trent pulled a large strap-on cock out from the bag. Ryan swallowed hard as Trent walked his way.
Trent strapped the cock to the other side of saddle stand. His hand glistened with lube as he slid it down the strap-on. He pulled Ryan from the stand, muscling him around to the other side of the stand. They kissed with a raw sensual passion that Ryan felt all the way through his soul. Trent grinned wickedly as he pushed Ryan back against the strap-on. Ryan groaned as the toy pressed between his ass cheeks and up into his ass. He was breathing roughly as Trent stepped back to admire his work. Ryan felt perfectly trapped. Slowly, Trent lowered himself to one knee, licking his way over Ryan’s throbbing prick. Ryan jumped as searing heat surrounded his cock. He thrust up, causing the strap-on to pull out. Ryan rocked his cock in and out of Trent’s mouth as the strap-on teased his ass.
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