Bad Boys of BDSM Omnibus No. 1

by Anita Lawless, Leigh Foxlee, C. J. Sneere

  She shrugged. “Nothing the whole MC doesn’t already know, darling.”

  He grumbled something, but his lips quirked up in a sideways smile under his beard.

  “I’ve called a meeting with the other members.” Bear’s face grew stone serious. “We’ll head to the clubhouse after we’re done here. I’ll fill you in later tonight.”

  Tag nodded. “They know what went down today?”

  “Sniper’s filling them in. We’ll meet and plan to get them outta town by midnight.” Bear focused on the table and grumbled a sigh. “Think we might have to call a truce with the Nighthawks. Offer a compromise to keep their shit outta our territory.”

  Tag wasn’t impressed by this news. “We don’t want to come off weak, Bear. Besides, we handed them their asses with that raid.”

  Bear’s brown eyes flashed golden and he frowned. “Yeah, and they’re back already. You know what they want.” He looked to Haden.

  Haden’s Adam’s apple bobbed nervously. “You’re not going to—”

  Bear held up a hand. “No, kid, I’m not handing you over to the Nighthawks. I made your parents a promise, and I’m sticking to it. Your father was a great man. He saved my ass, and he turned this MC around.”

  “What’re you proposing then?” Tag said.

  Bear folded his big hands together and rested them on the table. “We’ll let them deal near our borders, but not to kids. That should back them off for a while.”

  Tag wasn’t convinced. “How can we be sure they’ll keep to the truce? We can’t babysit them twenty-four-seven.”

  Bear spread his hand. “Chance we’ll have to take. As long as they aren’t dealing to kids.”

  Tag clenched his jaw and pursed his lips. “I don’t like this.”

  Bear slammed a fist on the table, making Haden jump. “You think I do? If I find out their bringing hard shit into my town, I’ll fuck up every last one of them. You know I hate that junk. But we gotta give them something, or they’ll keep coming back for him.” He jabbed a finger in Haden’s direction.

  Haden dropped his head and focused on the table.

  “Okay,” Tag said through gritted teeth. He knew Bear needed his vote on this. He was the Sergeant-at-Arms for the club, and Bear had wanted his as his VP. But Tag never wanted a leadership role. “Let’s do this then. Call a truce.”

  “We’ll get those assholes outta town, and I’ll get a message to their new president. He’s a young one. Wet behind the ears. Won’t be hard to control him.”

  Tag just nodded, but he didn’t like how quickly the Nighthawks had bounced back. It made him wonder if they had called in more allies, and that troubled him. Maybe it was time for the Rebels & Rogues and Lucifer’s Chosen to call in some more reinforcements as well. He’d talk to Old Man Bear about it later tonight, when the president called to fill him in. For now, he had to stay put and watch the kid. He hated that, too, because he should’ve been with his club, at Bear’s side, dealing with the Nighthawks. But since Haden had come into his life, his duties had changed.

  Before Bear and Tessa could leave, Haden asked, “How’s my sister?”

  The defeated look on his face spoke volumes. Tag knew the kid realized he wouldn’t be able to see Lisa anytime soon. Unless they brought her to him, and even that was dangerous, with the Nighthawks back sniffing for blood.

  Bear laid a big hand on the kid’s wrist and smiled a craggy smile. “She’s fine, kid. Although she needs to get over that biker hate. My boys are trying to fix her house and she’s still chasing them off the property.”

  Haden gave an embarrassed grin. “Can I talk to her? I’ll tell her to cool it.”

  “We’ll give her a call tomorrow,” Tag said.

  “Nighthawks haven’t been around Lisa’s place, have they?” the kid said in quiet voice.

  Bear shook his head. “No signs of them yet. We’ll keep watching. Just tell that girl to put her baseball bat away.”

  ***

  Chapter 10

  Haden and Tag spent the night at Bear’s old hideout then headed back to Tag’s place around lunchtime the following day. Bear called late last night to give Tag an update. Along with Lucifer’s Chosen, the Rebels & Rogues had driven the Nighthawks out of Chilliwack and Parker Ridge. A message was sent to their new president that a meeting was desired. After roughing up the Nighthawks a second time, Tag was certain their new leader wouldn’t turn down the invitation.

  On their way home, Tag phoned JoAnn to let her know what went down, and that he and Haden wouldn’t be at the farm for a couple days. They needed to lay low, just in case any of the Nighthawks were lingering with a plan to ambush them. She already knew about the latest through her R&R contacts. JoAnn told them to keep their asses scarce. They were no good to her dead.

  Haden processed the last few crazy days. He wandered into the guest room at Tag’s place. His gaze lingered on the chain still attached to the bedpost. The empty manacle that had held him his first few days here. This had become his bedroom, his home. In such a short time, he felt safe here. Though, lately, he had been spending his nights bunking up with Tag, but there hadn’t been much sleeping going on.

  He sat on his mattress and rested his head in his hands. Scenes of recent events played through his brain. The first man he’d killed that night at the raid. The Nighthawks chasing him and Tag yesterday. Sparks had flown from their fallen bikes. Blood spilled. Some of it innocent. Haden shook from the weight of it all. He’d didn’t want to blubber like an idiot again, so he made a fist and smashed it into his knee, hard. The stab of pain took his mind off crying. Instead, he channeled anger. Anger at himself for causing all this bullshit. It was his fault, when he came right down to it. The Nighthawks wanted him, and they wouldn’t stop until they got him.

  So he grabbed the bag Tag had brought him from Lisa’s and started packing his clothes.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” Tag’s boots clomped quickly across the wooden floor.

  Haden threw another shirt into the bag. “I don’t know.” He clenched his fists in time with his jaw. “But all this shit that’s gone down is my fault. I fucked up—”

  Tag grabbed his wrist and stopped him from adding a pair of jeans to his duffel. “You fucked up, yeah. You wanna make it right? Don’t fuck up again. Prove you’re Rebels & Rogues material. Don’t go running off on some suicide mission.” Tag took the bag from Haden and unpacked it.

  Haden rushed after him and tried to snatch it away. “You said it yourself when I first came here. Mickey should’ve iced me for what I did. Why do you care now?”

  Tag reeled on him and yanked the bag from Haden’s grip. He threw it to the floor and faced Haden. “I don’t know why I care about a little troublemaking twink like you, but I do.”

  Haden let all his fury flow into his hands. He made fists and punched the giant biker square in the stomach. Tag barely flinched. Instead, he grabbed Haden by the wrist and pulled him close. His powerful mouth clamped down on Haden’s, and his tongue forced its way past his lips. Haden didn’t want to melt into this carnal kiss, but he opened for this man who had saved him. Their lips crushed together and their tongues entwined.

  Tag pushed him onto the bed and pinned him down. Haden didn’t resist. He didn’t want to. Instead he let his burly lover conquer him. The wet tip of Tag’s tongue tasted the seam of his lips. He nibbled at the corners of Haden’s mouth. His callused fingers threaded through Haden’s hair and tugged, bringing his mouth and body closer still. The weight of this brawny dominant crushed him, but he didn’t care. If he passed out beneath Tag, caught up in this passion, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the release he found from this big man’s touch.

  Tag bit along his jaw as he yanked Haden’s t-shirt up over his head. This made Haden shiver, and his cock twitched, growing harder in his jeans.

  “I want another lesson,” he gasped out, as Tag grazed his neck with needle-like teeth.

  “Another lesson in what?”

 
“BDSM. Teach me something new tonight. Please.”

  “Please what?” Tag’s head inclined toward Haden’s chest. He captured a nipple between his teeth and jerked it upward.

  “Please, Master,” Haden practically shrieked the plea. Delicious pain coursed through him. Faint pain, but it held the promise of what would follow.

  Tag flicked his tongue over Haden’s taut bud and bit deeper. “You promise not to run off? Promise not to do anything stupid?”

  “Y-yes.” Haden would’ve agreed to anything at that moment. He was heady with lust.

  “Good. When I’m finished playing with you, we’ll begin the lesson.” Tag moved to Haden’s other nipple and bit deep.

  Haden whimpered and grew dizzy from the sharp sting that brought on another flood of adrenaline. He was drunk already on this erotic power exchange.

  Tag sat up on his knees, still using them to pin Haden’s hips to the mattress. He pulled his own tank top up over his head, exposing that gleaming chest peppered with dark hair. Haden’s cock grew stiffer at the sight of all that beautiful, rough maleness. He wanted to drink every inch of Tag in, wanted to touch him all over and never stop touching him.

  Scooching down the bed, Tag reached between his spread legs and unfastened Haden’s belt. He reefed his zipper open and then ripped his pants down to his ankles, standing up as he did so. Haden’s cock strained against the front of his black boxers, begging to be let out. It ached to be stroked. He ached to be tortured in that bittersweet way only Tag could offer.

  Tag’s eyes narrowed to slits. He held Haden’s leg’s trapped between his powerful ones and reached down to fondle his erection. Haden groaned at his touch.

  “Look who’s eager to party?” Tag’s voice was dark with lust. “I’m gonna give you a lesson that’ll blow your mind. Come on.” He moved back and beckoned with a curled finger. “Pick your torment, and we’ll get started.”

  Tag swaggered over to a cherry wood armoire. Haden watched his juicy, muscled ass wiggle as he went. The big biker opened up the doors, displaying the selection of toys Haden already knew waited inside. Usually, Tag picked their playthings, but tonight he let Haden have that honor.

  Haden’s hungry stare roamed over the BDSM gear. He spotted something that intrigued him, and pointed. “What’s that?”

  “Penis pump.” Tag picked up the clear plastic tube with a rubber stopper in one end. “Wanna try it?” Attached to this was a small, black bulb. He also grabbed the constriction ring that went with it. As he removed the items, he explained each to Haden, and what they would do.

  “Definitely.” The green flecks in Haden’s eyes glittered.

  “All right. Tonight, you’re my slave.” Tag plucked a black, leather mask from his collection and handed it to Haden. “Put that on and get on the bed.” He ran a finger down Haden’s cheek, making him shiver with anticipation.

  Haden did as he was told, and Tag also selected some brown and black leather straps from the armoire, before closing it up and approaching his sub. Haden couldn’t wait to find out what these were for.

  He pulled the mask over his face. It was hot and made it harder to see everything. The eye holes were quite small, but he wore it without complaint. Now they were entering the play zone, as Tag called it, and his desire was fueled by pleasing his dominant as much as it was by taking pleasure. Tag had taught him how to give and receive all at once.

  The burly biker slid his rough palm up Haden’s arm, making the skin there tingle. He guided Haden’s wrist into the manacle attached to a long, silver chain that was looped around the bedpost. With a snicksnick, Haden’s good wrist was immobile. In all their play sessions, Tag was careful not to reinjure Haden’s broken shoulder. The care he took, while still giving Haden the roughness he craved, made him feel cherished.

  Tag grabbed Haden’s leather clad chin and forced him to meet his smoldering gaze. Once more, Haden noticed that his lover’s eyes blazed yellow. It sent a thrill through his lower belly, but he couldn’t understand how the man’s eyes took on this eerie change.

  “Now we’ve started, you’ll obey me in everything. Do you understand? Don’t speak. Just nod.”

  Haden did as he was told.

  “If you’re not comfortable with the play, use our safe word. You remember it? Only nod.”

  Haden nodded.

  A devilish smile curled Tag’s lips. He positioned himself between Haden’s legs and gripped his cock. Haden’s lower belly tightened in response, but he bit back any moans that might result in their play ending. His master wouldn’t let him speak now unless permission was given.

  The cool, plastic constriction ring glided to the base of his penis. Then the plastic chamber of the pump closed over his erection, fitting tight to this base. Haden’s breathing sped up as he waited for what would happen next. His face sweat in the mask, and the trickle of liquid tickled his nose.

  Tag pumped the black ball on the end of the device. A light pressure built inside of Haden’s shaft. He found it pleasing. Not yet painful.

  Tag watched his eyes for signs of reaction. The big biker’s face was taut and sharp. His desire was focused and primal. It filled Haden’s body with heat. Made his balls heavy with lust.

  He pumped more. The pressure grew, and now it felt as if his penis were being squeezed between strong hands. Pain bloomed, but it was still minimal. Haden squirmed a bit. Fresh adrenaline burst through his brain, and he rode the high it brought with it.

  “You’re holding up well, sub,” Tag said. “We need to add more torture.”

  He plucked a brown leather strap from his bundle. Haden felt him separating his scrotum and twining the thong around his testicle. The compression in his groin became uncomfortable, but not unbearable. The fragile skin prickled from this deep sting.

  Tag selected another string, but he paused to pump the penis device. Once, twice, three and more times. Now the tension made Haden’s dick feel as if it were stretched beyond capacity. He grit his teeth and huffed air between them. The endorphin flood made him dizzy.

  The soft leather twined around his other scrotum. A slow burn worked its way through his testes and cock, but this tiny fire brought bliss. Haden’s eyes flitted closed. He became more drugged on building euphoria. His breath left his lungs in labored pants.

  Another strip of leather was selected. His master coiled this one above both his separated scrotum, forcing them close together once more.

  “You have to be careful with cock and ball torture.” Tag’s warm, silken tone soothed him. “Tying the balls like this is a delicate act.” He dipped his head and laved the taut, thin skin. “Can’t cut off the blood flow to the point where it damages.”

  His hot, wet tongue lapped at Haden again. He thought he’d go mad. Stars of color burst inside his brain. He lost the ability to speak, even if he were allowed.

  Pump, pump, pump. The vacuum sucked on his cock again. It felt engorged to the point of bursting. An intense throbbing beat through his shaft and balls. The skin would soon split. He was sure of it. Yet he didn’t want this to end. He was riding a bittersweet high that could go on forever.

  “I’m gonna fuck that pretty ass.” Tag left Haden long enough to grab some lubrication and condoms.

  Haden’s heart surged. His cock strained with the need to cum. Surely he’d pass out soon, he thought. The endorphins flooding his brain made him feel like he’d smoked way too much weed.

  His master returned and squeezed the ball on the penis pump again, increasing the pressure. Haden moaned low in his throat. This earned him a slap across his bound scrotum. Air hissed between his teeth. He ground them together to keep back another outburst. His limbs trembled from exertion.

  Tag took his time lubing up Haden’s anus and the condom that now covered his cock. Haden knew the big biker would take him to the brink. There would be no mercy. But the orgasm he’d have, when he was finally allowed to, would be mind blowing. This made the suffering worth the reward.

  Tag entered him
slowly, widening his ass with shallow thrusts. Haden’s master had a thick cock, and his ass needed working to accommodate it. A sigh escaped him as his hole stretched then squeezed Tag’s rock hard shaft. His master punished him by squeezing his bound sac. Haden bit his tongue until he tasted blood.

  Tag thrust deeper and held himself inside Haden. He gave fast, fierce pumps. These probed Haden’s g-spot, flaming it with a pressure that matched the force ignited in his groin. Sweat poured down his face inside the mask now, making his skin clammy. His mind centered around the need to cum. It became all that he was.

  As Tag fucked him faster, he squeezed and fondled Haden’s balls. Tender then rough. This alternating sensation left Haden panting and quivering.

  Tag’s cock pistoned in and out of him now, making Haden arch his back and bury the top of his head into the pillow. His chain jangled as he writhed in ecstasy. His master rolled his fragile sac in his palm. Crushing and releasing. Crushing and releasing. The pain practically blinded him, but it brought with it a dark joy that Haden could not deny. He wanted this. He wanted it oh so badly. And he would taste more of this underground world that Tag had to offer.

  “Moan for me,” Tag commanded, and Haden was glad for the order. “Scream my fucking name.”

  Haden did just that. Tag buried his cock deep inside of him and thrust fierce, rapid, until he finally came. Then he climbed from between Haden’s legs and strutted toward his head. Haden feared his master would leave him like this, unsatisfied and bound. Pressure burning him up from the inside out. He whimpered out a plea, “Please…”

  With panther stealth, Tag leapt back on the bed. He took his time removing the penis pump and constricting ring, and he left Haden’s scrotum tied up. Then he slid a condom down the length of Haden’s shaft, slathered clear lube gel over his cock, and positioned himself above Haden’s erection.

  “You better cum hard,” Tag growled. “I want you to shake the fucking bed. I want to hear my name over and over.”

  A tight, hot sheathe enveloped Haden’s cock. He moaned loud and long, “Ohhhh, fuuucckkk…Tag… Yessss.”