Training Kemper [Hard Hits 7] (Siren Publishing Classic ManLove)

by Tatum Throne

  “On your back. Hold the bar.”

  Kemper flipped over. He flexed his cock, pointing it up. Shawn grabbed one of the clean workout towels. He headed toward the downstairs bathroom, washing his cock off.

  Sweat dripped off of Kemper’s face. Shawn straddled his body, putting his rim and ass up into Kemper’s face. He spread his ass cheeks wide.

  “Rim me, sub.”

  Shawn moaned as Kemper’s tongue went to work on his rim. He bent over and pulled Kemper’s cock up, swallowing him whole. The tip of Kemper’s cockhead hit the back of Shawn’s throat. He groaned, sending vibrations down Kemper’s cock. Shawn grabbed Kemp’s balls, squeezing them tight. Pre-cum shot into Shawn’s mouth and slipped down the back of his throat. He squeezed Kemper’s balls again, making pre-cum shoot into his mouth again.

  He licked his way off of Kemp and flicked his tongue back and forth over his swollen cockhead. He grabbed Kemper’s shaft tight, yanking his rim away from Kemper’s mouth. He tipped Kemper’s cockhead up to his rim. Shawn sat down hard onto Kemper’s throbbing prick. His big dick stretched him wide. Shawn bounced his ass, taking Kemper hard. As a Dom, he normally didn’t take cock in the ass, but he was done following the rules. He wanted everything with his sub.

  Hot spunk erupted out of Kemper’s cock, flying home into Shawn’s ass. They were both sweating profusely as they came down from the wild ride. It was then that Shawn knew how much he loved Kemper. They linked their hands together. There was so much Shawn wanted to say, but didn’t know how. The words were bouncing around within his head. Kemper sat up, embracing Shawn.

  Shawn turned his head, kissing Kemper. “You’ve done something to me.”

  “I know. I feel it, too.”

  Chapter Eight

  Early the next morning, Shawn slid into the back of the Training Classroom, looking around. The room was full. He signed up at the last minute for the SHT, sexual harassment training, or S.H.I.T., Sexual Harassment Interoffice Training, as everyone was calling it. He kept telling himself it was due to needing the educational hours, not because he wanted to see Kemper. Yeah, right, he was crashing Kemper’s sexual harassment class to get some time with him.

  He took the open seat behind Kemper in the back, running the tip of his fingers up Kemp’s nape as he sat down. Across the room, Chief Anderson’s son Reed sat along the wall nervously tapping his pencil on his notebook. The chief’s other son, David, was there, too. Rumors were swirling about David going through some sort of nasty custody battle. Word had it that his ex-wife took off with their kid and wasn’t about to come back anytime soon. Things did not look like they were okay in his world right now. At the front of the room, Rita from HR was going over the signs of sexual harassment.

  “Interoffice romance is a breeding ground for sexual harassment and is strictly prohibited. There should be no dating or affairs between coworkers.”

  Shawn leaned up close as though he were pouring through the handbook for the class. His lips were inches away from Kemper’s nape.

  “Guilty.”

  The heat of his breath fanned over Kemper’s neck. Kemp slightly turned to see who had whispered the word so closely to his ear.

  “Sexual harassment can come in the form of jokes, inappropriate conversations, and through inappropriate emails,” Rita said.

  “Not guilty on that one,” Shawn whispered.

  Shawn was tempted to slide his fingers down the curve of Kemper’s neck again, but couldn’t risk doing so without being caught. He was already mentally pushing the limit by thinking about what he wanted to do with Kemper when he got him alone.

  The training wrapped up in the late afternoon. Shawn stretched as he got out of the classroom chair.

  They needed to talk. Shawn spent all day trying to avoid the fact that he was way out of line with Kemper. He was breaking the contract with every session they had together. He was breaking his self-imposed code of conduct. The room had slowly cleared out.

  TJ strolled over to Shawn. “I’ve heard you’ve been busy with Kemper.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “The rumors are going around about the two of you. I’ve done what I can to keep the scuttlebutt from tarnishing either of your reputations, but…”

  “What?”

  “You two need to figure this thing out, whatever it is, and keep it out of work,” TJ said.

  Shawn narrowed his gaze as a spinning sensation started within his gut. “Who said something?”

  “It’s not important who. I thought you should know to keep whatever is going on out of work,” TJ said. “Just be careful, okay?”

  “Not a problem.”

  On the other side of the room, Kemper was chatting it up with Reed. Their gazes brushed but didn’t lock. Shawn couldn’t risk the connection now with so many of his coworkers nearby. Shawn really didn’t care who was talking about him, but he cared about what they were saying about Kemper. The door to the training room knocked against the wall when Shawn gave it a little extra shove. Footsteps sounded behind him, but Shawn didn’t stop to look around. Shawn opened up the door to the stairwell, heading down. He was two flights down when he heard the door above bang open. He didn’t stop. Someone hauled ass down the stairs, grabbing his arm.

  “Are you running from me?” Kemper asked.

  “I’m protecting you. People are starting to talk about us.”

  “What? Who?”

  “TJ didn’t say, but there’s talk. We need to be careful.” Shawn ran his hand through his hair. “I think it’s time I signed off on your training. You’re ready for your SWAT test.”

  “Don’t do this to us, Shawn…”

  “Do what? You’re ready. It’s time for me to move on. The talk will die down once I go back to work at the Academy.”

  “And then?”

  Shawn came in close, lowering his voice. He lifted his hand, brushing Kemper’s hair away from his forehead. “We’re not going to talk about this now, babe. Come over to my house tonight.”

  Kemper lifted his hand, slipping his fingers into Shawn’s waistband to pull him closer. So far, Kemper was following their contract with no complaints. Kemper was the most compliant submissive he had ever had. They never once had to use Kemper’s safe word. The corner of Shawn’s lips lifted. He wanted to see how far he could push things tonight.

  “I have a few things to do before I come over,” Kemper said.

  “Be over by eight.”

  “I will.”

  * * * *

  Nervous energy zipped down Kemper’s spine as he lifted his hand to knock on Shawn’s front door. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen between them when they got together tonight. Laughter echoed from inside the house. Shawn was not alone. Kemper wondered who was visiting. Before he had time to puzzle out who could be inside with him, the door suddenly opened with Shawn on the other side.

  Shawn gave Kemper a light kiss on his lips. “Hey, babe.”

  “Hey, Shawn.” Kemper’s gaze went toward the kitchen where there were several people. “What’s going on?”

  Shawn grinned, running his hands down Kemper’s arms. “I want you to meet my friends.”

  “You have friends?”

  “Ha-ha. Smart-ass.” Shawn came in close, whispering against his lips. “I may have to punish you for that remark later, sub.”

  “Um. I think I like the sound of that.”

  Their lips met in a quick kiss before Shawn pulled away. He linked their hands together as he led him down the hallway toward the kitchen. Everyone looked over at the pair. Kemper felt dizzy inside and out as Shawn introduced him as his lover.

  “This is Kemper. My boyfriend,” Shawn said. “Kemp, I’d like you to meet my friends. Eric, James, Ty, and you remember Gabe.”

  Eric and James had dark black hair. They could have passed for brothers, if they weren’t already. Ty’s shaggy white-blond hair went well with his loose-limbed surfer body. Gabe still looked like Mr. GQ in his expensive suit. It looked as though he lost is
coat and tie hours ago.

  “How could I forget?” Gabe said. “Nice to see you again, Kemper.”

  The three men were quietly sizing Kemper up. Gabe, on the other hand, was looking at him as though he were something of an oddity he didn’t quite know how to handle.

  “So you’re the reason why we never see Shawn anymore,” Ty said.

  “You are the first Shawn has ever brought home to meet us,” Gabe said.

  “Hey, that’s true!” Eric frowned. “Why is that?”

  “It’s probably because you guys are bossy and overbearing,” Shawn said.

  “We’re just protective of what’s ours,” Gabe said.

  There was amusement in Ty’s eyes as he gave them both a closer look. Shawn wrapped his arm around Kemper’s waist, bringing him in close. “No, I just don’t like hanging out with you losers anymore.”

  “So, tell us what you really think of us,” Gabe said.

  Ty laughed. “Nice one.”

  The doorbell rang. Eric reached for the money on the counter. “That’s the pizza. I’ll get it.”

  Shawn moved behind Kemper, wrapping his arms around him from behind. He leaned down, giving Kemper a kiss on his neck. The public displays of affection were completely new for Kemper. It felt good to be so open with a lover around people he didn’t know. He felt safe with Kemper’s friends. They had dinner together. They chatted long into the night. When everyone had finally gone, Shawn led Kemper upstairs to his bedroom. He wrapped his hand behind Kemper’s neck, pulling him in close for a kiss.

  Their lips met in a hungry kiss. Shawn’s tongue slipped across Kemper’s lips, flicking it deep inside. Their tongues dueled. Both were breathing heavy after several minutes. Shawn smoothed his hands down over Kemper’s ass, grabbing it hard. The tips of his fingers slipped up between Kemper’s ass cheeks, making him melt and sway against Shawn’s chest. Shawn rubbed his fingers frantically over Kemper’s rim. Kemper moaned, holding on tight to Shawn’s shoulders. His head was spinning with lust by the time their lips broke away. He bit his lip, waiting for Shawn’s next command. Shawn pulled his body away, slipping his shirt over his head. He unzipped his fly, opening his jeans. He yanked down his boxers, flexing his cock out. Shawn stroked his hand up and down over his cock.

  “On your knees. Suck me, sub.”

  Kemper fell to his knees, grabbing Shawn’s cock and sucking it deep within his mouth. He couldn’t believe how hungry he was for his Dom. Kemper dug his nails into Shawn’s athletic ass as he took his cock. Shawn threaded his hands into Kemper’s hair, using his hands to guide Kemper’s mouth up and down his shaft. Kemper undulated his tongue over the ridges just beneath Shawn’s cockhead. He moaned, sending vibrations rumbling down Shawn’s cock.

  Pre-cum shot from the tip of Shawn’s cock, landing in the back of Kemper’s throat. Kemper sucked hard, wanting more and all of Shawn. He wanted him to feel as out of control as he felt inside. Shawn spread his athletic thighs wide, using his hips to stroke his cock quickly in and out of Kemper’s mouth. All of a sudden, Shawn yanked his dick out of Kemper’s mouth.

  “Undress.”

  When Kemper was undressed, Shawn came in fast and hard, kissing him passionately. Shawn led him back onto the bed, pinning him to the mattress. Kemper spread his legs wide, loving how their cocks rubbed together.

  “Don’t move.”

  Shawn pulled away from Kemper, going to the closet. He came back with a rope and a gag. He tied both of Kemper’s wrists to the headboard. He worked the metal and leather bar gag into his mouth and around his head, tightening the straps.

  “Knees up.”

  Shawn used the rope to tie Kemper’s legs and thighs up, exposing his ass. Then Shawn went to the nightstand, taking a black dildo from the bag inside. Shawn grabbed the lube, wetting the dildo. Kemper’s heart hammered as Shawn kneeled onto the bed, slipping the dildo over his rim. Shawn pushed the dildo into Kemper’s ass. Kemper groaned, pulling hard on the rope that held him hostage. Sweat poured from Kemper’s body. Every muscle in his arms and legs shook for more. He watched Shawn closely as he leaned down, taking his cock into his mouth. Shawn worked over his cock, sucking and taking him deep. Kemper felt completely out of control and completely controlled. It was exactly where and how he wanted to be with Shawn.

  Shawn twisted his mouth off of Kemper’s cock, giving it a hard squeeze.

  Pre-cum shot out of Kemper’s dick, landing across his chest. Shawn leaned down, sliding his tongue across Kemper’s chest. He licked up the pre-cum. Their eyes met. Kemper didn’t know how much longer he could hold out.

  “Come for me, baby.”

  Hot spunk erupted from Kemper’s cock, shooting across his chest in four searing lines. Shawn pulled the dildo from his ass, leaving him suddenly feeling empty inside. Kemper needed and wanted more. He was coming back down hard from the ride when Shawn mounted him, shoving his throbbing cock into his ass. Shawn grabbed the headboard, taking Kemper hard in the ass with short, hard strokes. Shawn groaned, stiffening as he came deep within Kemper. Shawn leaned down giving Kemper a sweet kiss with the gag still in his mouth. He pulled his lips away.

  “You’re doing something to me.”

  Shawn untied Kemper, pulling him in close. Kemper loved the feel of their bodies spooning together. He hoped that it would always be this perfect between them. Kemper smiled. Always.

  Chapter Nine

  Kemper sensed Shawn emotionally pulling away. The sun was setting, causing sunbeams to cut through the living room. They had been going hot and hard for the last several weeks. They were almost at their two month anniversary. It was no surprise to Kemp that the spark was finally starting to fade. Kemper wasn’t feeling the fade of that spark though. Kemp crossed the room, feeling the soft area rug beneath his bare feet. He loved Shawn’s house. He loved everything about it. Most of all, he loved waking up next to Shawn after a long night.

  “Babe?”

  Shawn reached up, twining his fingers with his. He smiled, but the sparkle didn’t reach his eyes. Something was very wrong. Fear rippled down Kemper’s body. Everything in his life was finally perfect. He did not want Shawn to let him go, but he didn’t know how to make him stay.

  “You look nice,” Shawn said.

  “Thanks.”

  They were planning on going out to dinner. Shawn wrapped his hand around the back of Kemp’s neck, pulling him down toward the couch. Their lips met in a soft, tentative kiss. Kemper felt as though Shawn was searching for something more or something he didn’t understand.

  Kemper settled in next to Shawn on the couch. Their hands were still linked. “Are you going back to the Academy now that my training is over?”

  “No.”

  The news surprised and saddened Kemper. “Why not?”

  “I’ve been offered a position in California as lead tactical trainer with the LAPD.”

  Kemper felt Shawn stiffen. He felt as though he was losing Shawn. He felt his hand tighten on Shawn’s. “Will you take it?”

  “I haven’t decided yet.”

  Kemper knew he lost Shawn even before the conversation began. “It would be a promotion for you. You should take it.”

  Shawn let go of Kemp’s hand and sat forward on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair. “I don’t know if I can leave you.”

  “I don’t want you to regret not taking the job because of me.”

  “Kemp…don’t be like this.”

  “How should I be?” Kemper asked.

  Kemper paced away from the couch, going to the French doors to look out over Shawn’s backyard. The property edged up along a lake. Their nights together had been the most exotic thing Kemper had ever experienced in his life. He didn’t want to lose what he had with Shawn, but he knew he couldn’t hold him back from success.

  “Do you want me to stay?” Shawn asked.

  “I can’t tell you to stay. I want you to make this decision on your own.”

  Shawn sighed, getting up from the couch. He walk
ed over to Kemper and pulled him into a tight hug.

  “I didn’t mean for this to get so intense between us. I was trying to keep things easy between us.”

  Kemper put his head on Shawn’s shoulder, loving how perfectly they fit together. “I know. I’m sorry I’m so needy.”

  “You’re not needy. You need someone to take care of you.” Shawn put gentle kisses along Kemper’s temple. “I don’t know if I’m the one who can be that person for you.”

  Kemp felt his heart shatter. Kemper shut his eyes tightly, trying to keep his tears from falling. His hands tightened around Shawn’s waist. They both held each other. Neither one was willing to let the other one go first. Hot tears pushed from beneath Kemper’s eyelids and fell down his cheeks. Those tears fell upon Shawn’s broad chest.

  Shawn lifted his chin. “Don’t cry for me, babe. Both of us knew what we were getting into when this entire thing started.”

  Kemper couldn’t respond. He didn’t know what to say. Everything that he always wanted was completely out of reach. Kemper reluctantly pulled away. Shawn let him slip out of his arms. There was no use begging Shawn for his love. Kemper knew what he had lost, and he knew that there was no chance of him ever getting it back again. One day, Shawn would make somebody a very happy man. Kemper was not that lucky guy.

  Part of him wished that he had never met Shawn, but Kemper knew it was because of Shawn that he was where he was today. Kemper was positive that he would still be on his couch wasting his life had Shawn not shown up to help him out of the hole he was in.

  “Thank you for everything,” Kemper said.

  Shawn’s face was tight and unreadable. “You’re welcome. Kemper…I want you to know that I care for you deeply.”

  “I care for you, too,” Kemper said.

  “I wish that things could be different and that we could be together.”