Bad Boys of BDSM Omnibus No. 1

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

  Easing off the bench, Tag stood and walked to Haden. He stared into those glittering eyes and saw the kid hated him. But he’d get over it.

  Tag patted his cheek. “Guess we’re done here. See you in the morning.” He walked away and motioned for Brodie to follow. The used condom went in a trash can near the door.

  Brodie’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Aren’t you…?”

  Tag shook his head. “Nah, let him hang here for a while. Naughty subs need to learn their place.”

  Brodie looked at Haden, who now mumble-yelled as best he could around the gag. The blond kid bit his lip and got off the bench to follow Tag. As they left the shack, Haden squirmed and fought his bonds, kicking out wildly with both legs.

  Tag shut off the light as they exited.

  Brodie gave him a worried frown. “You aren’t gonna leave him in there, are you?”

  Tag leaned up against the door. “Give it ten minutes, and we’ll go back in. Think you can go another round?” He reached down and stroked Brodie’s cock until it began to harden again.

  “Oh, yeah.” The kid sighed the words and his eyes fluttered closed.

  Ten minutes later, they re-entered the cabin and Tag flicked on the light. Haden’s muffled protests started up and he swung from the lat handle as he twisted around.

  Tag approached him. “You didn’t really think I’d leave you with a perfectly good erection, did you?” He reached down and stroked Haden’s pinkish brown, stiff cock. Then he unbuckled the ball gag and took it from his mouth.

  “You fuckin’ sonofa—”

  Haden’s curses drowned in Tag’s fierce kiss. Expertly, he reached up and unfastened the kid’s wrist while he tongue fucked him breathless. Haden sagged as his wrists were freed, and he practically fell into Tag’s arms.

  Brodie walked around behind Haden. He looked at Tag with anxious eyes, and a nod from Tag gave him all the permission he needed. His full, rosy lips feathered kisses over Haden’s shoulders as they led him to the bench. Then teeth and tongue met flesh as Brodie tasted Haden’s neck. Haden let out a hiss at the pleasing painful assault. He reached down and squeezed the young blond’s cock before they sprawled out on the bench.

  “Lie down,” Tag commanded Haden, and he spread out on the bench. His sweaty back stuck to the vinyl seat.

  Tag stalked around him, slapping Haden’s dick a few times when he stopped between his legs. “You think you deserve to get off?”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Haden growled. “You’ve teased me enough.”

  A wolfish grin spread across Tag’s face. “You’re trouble, kid. And you don’t listen worth shit.”

  He moved up to Haden’s head and straddled him. “Now suck my cock.” Then he turned to Brodie and said, “Suck him off then fuck him raw.” His gaze moved back to Haden. “Don’t you cum until he’s balls deep in your ass.”

  Through gritted teeth, Haden said, “Yes, master.” Then he opened wide to take Tag’s penis.

  The kid’s mouth was heaven. It fit Tag perfectly, like a leather glove molding to his dick. Haden hummed around his cock as he blew him. It sent shockwaves of bliss rippling through Tag. Judging by Haden’s reaction, he was enjoying the blow job Brodie gave him. He hummed and moaned around Tag’s dick so much, he had to concentrate to avoid cuming again already.

  To stop himself from blowing his load too soon, he turned and told Haden to, “Lick and fuck my asshole, pretty boy.” But that didn’t help either. Watching Brodie gobble Haden’s cock while Haden’s warm tongue laved his anus was too hot. His penis twitched and he had to close his eyes to stop the orgasm. When Haden added fingers and massaged his g-spot, Tag groaned out, “Fuuuck.” He was going to lose it soon.

  “Fuck him now, Brodie. I want to see your cock buried deep in his tight little ass.”

  Brodie grabbed the condoms and slid one on. He lubed up his dick and lifted Haden’s ass in the air. After positioning himself, he inched his thick shaft into that snug, pink hole. Tag moaned just watching him.

  Beneath him, Haden reacted with sighs and moans. Hot breath feathered Tag’s ass. His balls were so heavy and his cock ached. He swallowed hard and rasped out another groan.

  Haden’s reactions spurred Brodie on. His fucking grew more primal. Reaching down, he worked Haden’s fat cock while he screwed his brains out. Haden started to buck beneath Tag. His fingers worked faster inside his ass. He panted in between licks.

  “Lean forward and suck my dick,” Tag told Brodie.

  The young blond did just that. He shoved Tag’s cock deep into one cheek then shifted it to the other. Still he worked Haden’s penis furiously with his hand. They all writhed and bucked in unison now. Sounds of sex filled the shack: groans, sighs, the wet slapping of flesh on flesh.

  Tag came first, unable to hold it off any longer. He spilled his spunk down Brodie’s throat. Haden followed next. White, sticky cum gushed all over Haden’s chest and Brodie’s hand. Some spattered Brodie’s chest. Brodie sank his penis deep into Haden’s ass and finished off.

  ***

  Chapter 14

  Haden forgave Tag for the torment. Besides, watching Tag fuck Brodie had been incredibly hot. He’d wanted to join in so bad, but the waiting made the pay off all the better. Haden had learned his lesson. Don’t play mind games with the big biker, or he’d fuck you up good. But then, the torture it earned him was so bittersweet, Haden spent the next two days concocting schemes that would earn him another punishment.

  They’d dropped Brodie off at JoAnn’s in the early hours of the next morning. Anxious for another go, Brodie had asked when they could do it again.

  “Soon,” Haden told him. “Only you and me get to torture Tag next time.”

  Tag raised an eyebrow. “We’ll see about that.”

  Haden and Tag had agreed this would be an open relationship, or arrangement. Whatever they wanted to call it. Neither of them were too worried about labels.

  Now Haden checked over his bike and his thoughts turned to his sister Lisa and baby Colton. It had been well over a month since he’d visited.

  Tag walked out on the porch. “How’s she looking?”

  “Great.” Haden wiped his hands on a greasy rag. “Hey, I want to go see Lisa for a while. Think JoAnn’ll give me a week off?”

  “Is this payback for what I did to you in the shack?” Tag crossed his beefy arms over his chest.

  Haden laughed. “Nah. It’s Colton’s birthday on Friday. And last time I talked to Lisa she said he was missing me. She is too, but she’d too stubborn to admit it.” Haden smirked. “Like someone else I know.”

  Tag huffed at that. “Ask Jo for some time off tomorrow.”

  “Okay.”

  “And make sure you call me when you get to your sister’s place.” Tag opened the screen door and walked back inside. “You want a beer?”

  “I will. And sure.” Haden felt a surge of something hit him in the chest. The big biker was overprotective, but Haden didn’t mind so much. He even liked it a bit.

  ***

  Haden got the time off from JoAnn and rode home Wednesday afternoon. Before he left, Tag reminded him once again to call when he arrived at Lisa’s.

  Warm wind pushed against his face and he ripped it open on his silver low rider. He wore a skid lid half helmet so he could feel the air on his skin. Wraparound sunglasses protected his eyes. It felt so good to be cruising the open road again. The sweet smells of summer, and the gritty scent of freshly paved road, filled his nostrils.

  He arrived at Lisa’s at sunset. She’d been expecting him, since he’d called yesterday to tell her he’d be home for Colton’s birthday. When he pulled up at the side of the house, she came running out with Colton to greet him.

  After a big hug from both of them, Haden focused on the house. “Place is looking good.” Already the roof was almost finished, and there were new railings on the porch. The guys had started painting these, too.

  “Yeah, doesn’t it?” Lisa beamed. “Ty and the other
guys have been here everyday fixing something.” She handed Colton over to Haden and the toddler cooed happily at his uncle.

  “You’re on first name basis with a biker?” Haden raised an eyebrow and smirked at Lisa.

  She lightly slugged him in the arm. “He’s not so bad.” She shrugged. “The guys have been a huge help. Ty even cooks for us.”

  “So you don’t hate bikers any more?”

  Lisa glared at him. “Not these ones.”

  Haden couldn’t hold back a laugh. His sister gave him another dirty look as they walked to the house, but a smile twitched at the edges of her frown.

  Haden knew who Ty was. The brother of Sniper Jones, who was the VP of Rebels & Rogues. From everything he’d heard, Ty was a good guy. The MC had nicknamed him Angel Face because he had an innocent look about him. Guy could get away with anything and sweet talk the cops out of arresting him. He’d avoided a few arrests thanks to his boyish charm.

  He found Ty at the stove, cooking up some dinner, when they walked in.

  “Hey, bro.” Ty waved with a spoon coated in tomato sauce. “Just in time for my world famous spaghetti.” Golden brown hair stuck to Ty sweaty forehead and cheeks. The heat just wasn’t letting up this summer, and everyone was feeling it.

  Haden noticed his sister’s kitchen cupboards had been painted. The place really was shaping up nicely.

  “They fixed the stairs, too.” Lisa anxiously led him to the staircase leading up to her and Colton’s room and showed him the repairs.

  They sat at the table and Ty filled their plates with spaghetti and thick slices of garlic toast.

  “No trouble around here while I was gone?” Haden looked at Ty, and he knew the baby faced biker got what he meant. Nighthawks trouble.

  “No sign of them around here.”

  “There was one night where we thought someone was sneaking around,” Lisa said.

  “Yeah, but it turned out to be some kids smoking pot in the woods,” Ty said. “So nothing major.”

  “Good.” Haden was relieved to hear that.

  “You wanna help me with the roof tomorrow?” Ty said around a mouthful of spaghetti. “Jake can’t make it. Club business. And the rest of the guys won’t be around until after sundown. I could use an extra hand up there.”

  “Sure.”

  It was good to be home. As he finished up another bite of spaghetti, Haden realized he’d forgotten to phone Tag to let him know he’d gotten here okay.

  “I’ll be right back.” He fished his new cell phone out of his pocket and left the table.

  “Old man keeping tabs on you?” Ty smirked. “He’s protective of his boy toys.”

  Lisa gave Ty a bewildered look and Haden blushed to the tip of his ears.

  “Guess I’m not the only one getting biker action,” Lisa muttered as Haden quickly left the room.

  ***

  They started work on the roof before sunrise. Haden hated getting up early, but he knew to beat the heat they needed to get to work before the sun came up. By noon, they’d made it through three bottles of water, and their tank tops were soaked with sweat.

  “Let’s take a break.” Ty put his hammer down and wiped his brow. “Get some lunch.”

  “Sounds good.”

  They were just climbing down the ladder when the roar of motorcycles rumbled up the road. The other guys weren’t supposed to be here for their daily check until much later. Confused, Haden turned to see how many were coming, and that’s when his throat dropped into his stomach.

  Nighthawks. At least ten of them. Their new president led the pack up his sister’s driveway.

  Ty scurried down the ladder. “Get in the house. I’ve got guns in there.” He punched a number in his cell and scrambled across the porch. Haden followed.

  Ty didn’t get to finish his call before the front door was kicked in and a band of leather clad bad asses walked in. At least the others would know they were in trouble. Help would arrive soon, but Haden wondered if it would be soon enough.

  Lisa came running down the stairs. “What the fuck?” Her eyes bulged when she focused on the biker’s invading her home.

  “Get back upstairs,” Haden told her, but it was too late.

  The new president of the Nighthawks, Bruno Terrace, had a pistol aimed at Haden. His comrades had also drawn their guns.

  “Get down here,” Bruno told Lisa, and she meekly descended the stairs. She glanced back toward Colton’s room, but she didn’t say a word. Haden knew it was to protect his little nephew. Who knew what these guys would do to them. Colton was safer in his crib.

  “We’re all gonna take a little ride back to my place.” Bruno sneered. “Get your hands in the air and your asses outside. NOW!”

  As Lisa passed by Ty, she whispered, “Colton.”

  “Don’t worry, babe,” he whispered back. “Guys are on their way. He’ll be safer here.”

  “Quit talking,” another Nighthawk barked at them, and he slammed Ty in the cheek to hurry him up. Ty raised a fist to return the blow, but the biker trained his gun on Lisa. So Ty dropped his fist and mumbled curses as they walked out the house.

  Haden hoped the Rebels & Rogues would find them soon.

  ***

  The Nighthawks yanked black cloth bags over Haden, Lisa, and Ty’s heads and led them into the back of a vehicle. Haden assumed it was a van. They bounced around on a hard, smooth floor, and about an hour later the van stopped.

  The bikers led them over loose gravel to a set of steps and up into a building. After traveling blindly through some rooms, they were shoved down a steep stairwell and through a door.

  The cloth ripped away from Haden’s head. He squinted and blinked when light seared his eyes. Soon his vision adjusted, and he found they were in a large rec room. Some pool tables lined the far back corner. Directly in front of them, fold out chairs were lined up in four rows. A makeshift, temporary wooden platform stood before these, with a podium at its center. Along the back of the stage, five sturdy wooden boards jutted up.

  “Get them up on the planks,” Bruno told the bikers. “Buyers will be here soon.”

  Buyers? What the fuck? Haden struggled, but received a belt across his ear. The biker snarled, “Next time I’ll mess up your pretty sister.”

  Fear spiked through his belly and Haden looked at Lisa. Her face was streaked with tears, and she also squirmed in her captor’s grip. He slapped her, and Haden wanted to lunge at the guy and take off his head. Lisa scowled at the Nighthawk and spit curses at him.

  They’d been handcuffed before the Nighthawks put them in the van, and now their bound arms were raised and slipped over the plank behind their back. Pressure and pain throbbed in Haden’s shoulders, especially his bad one, but he’d known worse agony. Right now, his concern focused on his sister and her son. He hoped Rebels & Rogues had picked up Colton by now.

  Two more people shuffled into the room, yanked along by the Nighthawks. Cloth bags covered their faces, but the captors removed these and led them to the stage. The man and woman gazed around fearfully. The man tried to head butt a biker before they raised his arms above the plank. He received a sharp blow to the gut that nearly drove him to his knees.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Haden yelled.

  Bruno turned and flashed him a smile full of broken, yellowed teeth. “You all are going on sale. Shifters pay well for human toys, but you break so easily.”

  Tag’s earlier words floated through Haden’s head. What I was doing with Sniper… It would kill you, Haden. A cold fist of terror punched him in the gut. Somehow, he needed to get his sister out of here.

  More people entered the room and the new woman screamed. When Haden looked up, he saw why.

  They were partially changed. Men covered in bulky muscles and fur sauntered toward the chairs and sat. Some were half wolf with blazing yellow eyes. Others were half bear, or cougar. Pointed ears twitched. Scarred muzzled sniffed the air. One towering werecougar pinned Haden with a golden stare. He bared fan
gs and laughed wickedly, pointing from his barrel chest, covered in a silky pelt, to Haden.

  A glance at his sister revealed raw fear. Deep lines drew down the sides of her mouth. Her eyes bulged, and her gaze ping ponged over the monstrous group spilling into the seats in front of them.

  Though tension clouded his face, Ty appeared unaffected. Haden knew why. The biker already knew these creatures existed.

  But what they were about to do to them was unfathomable.

  ***

  Chapter 15

  Bruno strutted up to the podium and banged the gavel to quiet the crowd. “Let’s start the bidding.” He walked over to Lisa and ran his tongue up her cheek. “What’ll you pay for this pretty thing?”

  Haden saw his sister shudder and he wanted to rearrange Bruno’s face. He promised himself, as soon as he got free, he’d do just that.

  A werewolf held up a shaggy paw. “$5000.00.”

  Black fingers rose and claws twitched as a half-wolverine shouted, “$8000.00.”

  “$10,000.00.”

  “12,000.00.”

  Seconds ticked by as Bruno waited for more bids. Then he raised his gavel and banged the podium twice. “Sold to the lynx in the second row.” Bruno motioned to a Nighthawk standing beside the stage. “Rip, take the man’s money and give him his prize.”

  Another Nighthawk raised Lisa’s arms and slipped her handcuffs off the plank. She tried to kick him as he led her away, but this earned her a shove that nearly sent her sprawling to the floor.

  “Careful!” Bruno shouted. “Don’t wreck the merchandise.”

  Rage curdled in Haden’s belly. He couldn’t let them take his sister away. He had to stop them somehow.

  Bruno walked close to Haden as Lisa and the two Nighthawks left the room, followed by the lynx shifter. “Let’s sell this little biker boy next.” He wrapped an arm around Haden’s shoulder and turned to the crowd. “How much for a traitor who fucked over my brothers?”

  Good, Haden thought. If he could get off this podium, he could figure out a way to free his sister. Cuffed or not, he’d fuck up some Nighthawks and get Lisa out of here, or die in the process.