Balls and Chains

by James Cox

  Harley moaned and grunted.

  I pulled the cane out of him. The sensation made my hips buck. Harley let out a series of mumbled pleas. I started finding my rhythm, slow but deep. His body swayed with the ropes and his dick hung hard and needy beside my hand. I held on to him, forcing my shaft to go deeper, harder until I was so close to coming I couldn’t see straight. I grabbed his tied legs and used them as leverage. I pounded into Harley. He was crying out and then my orgasm took over. It was like a surge of water, hot, overwhelming. I couldn’t breathe as it swam to every nerve in my body. I came, messy and amazing, into the condom. When I was empty, I slowly drew out him.

  Harley spit his boxers out. “Sweet fook, please W’ip let me come!” He was heaving against the ropes.

  I chuckled, grabbed the cane, and stuck it back inside him. Then I clasped my hand over his shaft. I stroked him as I started to move the wet cane in and out of his ass. Over and over. Each tug of his dick followed a deep penetration with the toy. Harley was fighting so hard to get loose at the same time trying to find that perfect climax. He was begging me then cursing my name until finally his orgasm spilled out. Long spurts of white shot from his hole. They splashed on my bare legs as I milked him for every drop. Then his body went slack and Harley had a goofy grin on his face.

  I licked the cum from my hand and pulled the cane out of his ass. It fell to the floor as I pulled my condom off and threw it in the trash. “Lick me clean and I’ll let you down.” I moved to his face. Harley did just as ordered. He cleaned my flesh until it was pink from the attention. I untied his legs first, slowly lowering them. His muscles had to be sore. Then I unwound the rope from his legs. I did the same to his wrists and torso.

  “T’at was fooking intense,” he mumbled, wincing as he walked to the table. He leaned over it.

  “Not too much?”

  Harley scoffed then turned around and kissed me. I let him have this one time for control. His mouth was a wild, scorching animal against mine. When he pulled away, I ran my hand through his ginger hair. “T’ank ya. T’at was perfect.” He glanced at the floor. Harley opened his lips like he was going to say something then closed them. “Me muscles ache. Can ya ’elp me to clean up?”

  “Of course.” I was so satisfied I felt like my body had been massaged for hours. Harley and I moved up the stairs. He showered, but the room was too damn small to join him. I wound up going downstairs and cleaning off my cane, then raveling my rope and placing everything away. I was still naked as I worked. Zipping up the bag but leaving the box out. I tucked the sack under the table and while I was bent over, a soft whistle sounded from behind me. I glanced back to see Harley naked, his hair darker when it was wet.

  “Nice view, W’ip.”

  I chuckled and stood. “Not a bad view from this side either.”

  He smiled and walked to the cot. “Sun’s down.” He snuggled into the blanket against the wall.

  I joined him. There was a chill growing in the room but nothing too bad. Still, I lay on my back and pulled Harley over me. His head rested on my chest, his arm thrown over my torso, and our legs tangled. My dick was down for a while, but I still felt his hip rest against it. “You were amazing. You are amazing.”

  Harley smiled and kissed my chest. “I ’ave to admit, playing wit’ ya is fun.”

  I chuckled.

  “’ow did ya get into this, the ropes and cages and w’ips?”

  Ah, I knew he’d ask that again. This time I doubted we’d have a good excuse to put it off. I took a deep breath. “It’s a long story.”

  “I’m not going now’ere.”

  I stared at the ceiling for a moment, closing my eyes and forcing down memories. “My real name is...” I hadn’t said it in so long. “William Knight.”

  “Aye, I knew it was William.” Harley shifted so he was resting on his elbow staring at me.

  “My father...”

  “Fook me.” He sat up. “Knight?”

  Apparently, the name hit a memory for him. “Yeah. My father was Markus Knight, peacekeeper interrogator, torturer.” I shivered. My father had been on Wexmen’s side for so long. I sat up and leaned against the wall, the cot creaking.

  “I ’eard stories. Slaves being tortured and, fook W’ip, he was yer fat’er?”

  I nodded. There were so many stories. How he bought a slave and they were destined for a life of pain. I knew. I was there. I glanced at the ceiling again and took a deep breath. “Once word got around what he did to slaves, to women...some of them tried to kill themselves before we could buy them. I saw a woman once, long dark hair, beautiful, she...she jumped in front of a hover car so she wouldn’t have to come home with us.” That memory still haunted me. Hell, most of my childhood did.

  “I can’t imagine ’aving to be ’is kid.”

  I snorted, sour and sad. “I was ten when he brought me to the dungeon. That’s what he called it. It was our living room. He’d tied a man to the floor and was whipping him. Over and over. He made me do it too. I remember how big the handle was. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around it. And yet, he instructed me exactly how to hold it, how much pressure to make that slave bleed.” I kicked off the blanket and swung my legs onto the ground.

  “Ten,” Harley whispered. He wrapped his arms around me from behind.

  I held on tight. “I grew up watching him torture people.” I winced. “They bled and begged and died. I started helping him. He was showing me so I could continue his methods, his sick deprivation. The first time he left me alone with a slave I was sixteen and it was this older man, maybe Outlaw’s age. He refused to be intimated. He watched me grab a whip and his eyes just...they bored into me. I couldn’t do it. But if I didn’t, then my father would come in there and make it so much worse. I...I started using the whip, but I didn’t use the pressure he taught me. I was as gentle as I could be. The snap still echoed. The man had caught on quick and cried out.”

  “You ’elped t’em?”

  “I tried. The least I could do was make the torture less horrific. I started adding pleasure to their pain.” I glanced over my shoulder. “I couldn’t get them out, but I could keep them from bleeding, from dying.” I scoffed. “My father taught me to inflict pain, but I tried to share pleasure.”

  “Yer traumatized.”

  I shrugged. “I know that I can’t have normal. I need to give pain, but I don’t want to be like him either.”

  “Yer not.” Harley held me tighter.

  “That man, I helped loosened his chains after I played with him. We had started talking. His name was Whip. They called him that because he ran like the wind.” I smiled, remembering the dark-skinned, tall man well. My only good memory. “I let him loose to give his wrists a break and my father walked in. Whip looked at me, his eyes were...well, I won’t ever forget them. They were wide, brown irises and large pupils. He took a hot poker that my father liked to brand with and stabbed him in the chest.” I closed my eyes, the scene still so fresh even after all these years. “My strongest memory was that I didn’t cry. I didn’t get upset. I stared down at my dying father and was completely blank. I helped Whip escape as my father’s blood dried. When he was far enough away, I called the peacekeepers.”

  “Did ya find out w’at ’appened to ’im?”

  I smiled, opening my eyes. “He made it to the outskirts of the city and met up with the Underground MC. Had a kid and died of natural causes a few years ago. He was happy in the end.” I felt the rush of emotion and a tear slid down my cheek. I wiped it away and licked my lips. “I can’t ever be normal. My father did that to me.” I stood. “I’ll always be like this.”

  “Aye.” Harley knelt naked on the bed. “And I don’t want ya any ot’er way. I fell in love wit’ ya long ago. I’m not fooking giving up now.”

  He loved me. I took a step back. “Why?”

  Harley got off the bed and walked to me, he placed his hand on my chest. “In ’ere, is a good ’eart.”

  I wasn’t so sure about that. “T
he things I’ve done. There’s no coming back from that.” I knew one day I’d answer for my past.

  “Ya did come back. Ya saved that man and ’elped ot’ers escape yer fat’er’s torture. Ya joined the fooking Outlaw MC and saved t’e world.”

  I still didn’t think it made up for all the horror. Harley took my hand and led me back to the bed. I hugged him close then pulled the blanket over us. The memories were pulling at me like sharp claws in my skin. I needed to push them away and focus on Harley. I savored the warmth of his bare body against mine. The past was dead. The future was now and I had a man that loved me.

  Chapter Eight

  Considering how much I brought up talking with Harley, I slept very well. There was a brief nightmare, but Harley woke me with his hands on my face placing kisses down my neck. When the horror faded to his musky scent, I drifted back to sleep. It was kind of nice to have him next to me in bed. This time I rose of my own volition. I was chilled under the thin blanket without his body heat. I sat up, still naked, which I enjoyed. Who slept in clothes? People who scheduled sex, that’s who. Or those who were there unwillingly like a breeder. I swung my legs over and stood. My dick was at half-mast and I had a brilliant plan to go find Harley, but the screen blinked. Damn, something urgent. I ran to it, standing as I read over the first column. New batch of raids going on. I knew the first name, a friend of the club. He was smart, but it wouldn’t hurt to have one of my brothers check up on him. It was strangers’ names until I got to number four and froze. Harley’s Car Parts. My mouth went dry as I touched the name on the screen. It pulled out to show a convoy discussing their entry plans for...now. Right now.

  I ran to the stairs, shoving the latch shut as I heard a commotion at the store door. I held my breath, kneeling on the stairs, willing myself to stay quiet. As long as they didn’t find me Harley would be fine. Our plan to monitor the government would still be feasible.

  “The fook!” Harley yelled out.

  I pressed my ear against the latch, trying to listen. They better not hurt my Harley! I loved that ginger. I loved him? Something crashed. Damn it, feelings later¸ focus now.

  “Peacekeepers, do not move!”

  “Aye. Okay. Okay.”

  There were at least half a dozen footsteps moving around. I heard some marching up the stairs, more things crashing, shattering. Then there was a thump directly above me. I held my breath and Harley's voice was right there. Clear, close, he was sitting on the rug to keep the peacekeepers attention off it. I wanted to smile, but I was too nervous for him.

  “If ya tell me w’at yer looking fer I maybe can ’elp.”

  A peacekeeper scoffed. “Shut the fuck up.”

  I knew that voice. Day-Si. Damn, that guy has been plaguing us for years. Hell, Torrin shot him a few days ago. He must have gotten ahold of the same healing equipment as me. This could be a problem.

  “Where are they?” Day-si asked.

  “W’o?”

  “The fucking Outlaws! You are a known associate of the motorcycle club.”

  “Aye. I sell motorcycle parts.” His tone was rather sarcastic. Hey, he was stating the obvious. We did buy parts from him. Occasionally.

  “That’s not what I fucking meant and you know it. Are they here? Are you harboring a lawbreaker?” Day-Si said then I heard a loud slap.

  It took all my willpower to stay put. A little cuff wasn’t going to hurt Harley. Hell, I’d caned him last night. However, it made my eye twitch thinking of Day-Si touching my Harley.

  “I don’t know. I’m not a fooking lawbreaker.”

  “Did you find anything?” Day-si called out.

  I couldn’t hear the reply.

  “You tell me right now,” he continued. “You have men stashed in here? Have you spoken with the Outlaws? You tell me and I won’t put a fucking laser shot between your eyes and watch your head explode.”

  I clenched my hands. Stay here. It’s just an idle threat. Harley’s fine.

  “I ’ave never, would never ’elp t’em bastards.” He even managed to sound offended. Good for him. “I ’ave never broken t’e law. Ever.”

  Day-si cursed. “Check this place again,” he yelled. “And don’t you fucking move.”

  “Aye,” Harley whispered.

  I waited as things smashed above, the enemy moved through the small upstairs area, the back, the front of the store. They knocked down anything that would shatter. Why else would they check the boxes filled with car parts? It’s not like I could hide in there. They were just being shitheads. It took a full fifteen minutes before the sounds died down. I heard heavy footsteps as they filed out of Harley’s store, but one remained.

  “If I find out you’re helping them...” Day-Si’s threat faded off.

  “Ya ’ave t’e wrong man.” He continued to plead his innocence.

  Day-Si cursed and then started to walk away.

  I waited patiently though I felt like my heart was about to explode. The floor creaked as Harley stood. He would open the door when he was sure it was safe. I swallowed hard, my mouth still dry. Then the latch open. I was naked on my knees staring up at the man I loved wearing jeans and a smile.

  He held up a scanner, which would show us any devices the peacekeepers may have left. That’s what must have taken him so long. “Morning to ya.”

  I chuckled and surged upward to embrace him. He didn’t have a bruise or a scratch or even a bloody lip. “You okay?”

  “Aye, I’m fine.”

  I placed my lips on his forehead, then his cheek, and finally his lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues stroked. The kiss grew in intensity until we were both breathing heavily. My dick was awake now, poking at Harley and smeared a drop of pre-cum on him. “I was going to kill them.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

  “T’ey were flexing w’ats left of t’eir muscles.” He grabbed my bare ass cheeks. “A wee slap ain’t going to ’urt me.”

  I nipped at his bottom lip.

  “T’ey did beat t’e shite out of me store.” He sighed.

  I glanced around. Yeah, they made a huge mess, probably cost him thousands in damage and broken parts. Another reason why the citizens of Mars should come over to our side. We may fuck other men, but we don’t smash up people’s houses. “I have to put some pants on then I’ll help you clean up.”

  “I don’t know. I like ya naked.” Harley grinned.

  I kissed him quickly. “I’m naked, you’ll want to get naked, then we won’t be able to clean up because I’m going to bend you over and slide my dick right into your tight ass.”

  “T’at a promise?”

  I laughed, shook my head, and went to go find some pants.

  Chapter Nine

  I talked to Outlaw, told him what happened. We cleaned up slowly, and I checked on the monitor a few times an hour just to be sure. Apparently, they left a hover car at the end of the block to watch Harley’s place. I cleaned out a container of glass and set it back in the small cylinder robot. With the touch of a button, it went back to its pattern to clean up the floor of all debris. We were both in our jeans in the silence after what happened. It lasted a while and I finally got up the balls to speak. Harley had to know how I felt. When I was down in the basement listening, I realized just how much Harley meant to me. I loved the submissive Irishman. I straightened, turned to talk to him, but was promptly distracted by his smooth back. He was bent over, picking up pieces of a device that had broken in three. His ass was molded by the jeans and made my dick twitch in appreciation.

  Harley stood, stopping when he turned and saw me. “Somet’ing wrong?”

  “Nope.” I leaned against the stairs. “You’re beautiful.”

  Harley chuckled. “Don’t ya mean ’andsome? I ain’t a woman.”

  “Oh, I know you have a nice, thick dick. I still think you’re beautiful.”

  “Crazy fooker.” He placed the pieces he picked up on the table. “T’is place is a mess.”

  “Yeah, it’s going to
take a few days to get it straightened up. I’m sorry this happened.”

  He waved and scoffed. “I knew w’at I was getting me sorry arse into. T’e cause is wort’ some broken parts.”

  I smiled and walked up to him, kissing him soundly. “I know exactly what we should do after we’re done cleaning.” I grabbed his butt cheeks, pressing him against my body.

  “Fook cleaning.” Harley kissed me.

  Our tongues battled silently and my teeth nipped at his lower lip. I felt drunk on him, consumed by lust, or was it love? I let go of his butt and grabbed his hand, dragging him toward the basement steps. I knew exactly what we could do. My box still had some surprises in it. But the moment I clamored down the stairs I heard the alert go off. I sighed, dropping his hand and walking to the screen.

  “Shite. Now w’at?” Harley plopped down on the stairs. “Can’t we get a fooking moment to...fook.” He finished with a cocked eyebrow.

  “War never sleeps.” I stood as I read the screen, frowning. The news was not great. I grabbed the radio. “This is Whip.”

  Chaos answered. “How’s the crazy fucker doing?”

  Why did everyone keep calling me that? I pushed the thought away. “You ready for another round?”

  “Motherfucker. They coming our way?”

  “Not yet. But they’re planning an attack soon. The peacekeeper population is low, but they’re recalling all the guards from Earth.”

  He gasped. “But...” His voice went high and he cleared his throat. “That means the prison is without law. That means they only have limited food. Jesus, Liam is still down there. Outlaw is going to be frantic.”

  Liam was our VP and Outlaw’s lover. Hell, I was frantic and I didn’t love the VP like Outlaw did.