by J. M. Dabney
“Eat, boy.”
“Yes, Daddy.” He was too nervous to eat. He felt eyes on him, and he was too aware of the young man who wasn’t being fed. He swore he heard the boy’s stomach growl. Just as he was about to open his mouth and ask if he could give his food to the boy, the server returned and placed a new plate in front of Gage.
The meal was one of those fancy ones with course after course. He followed Gage’s lead when it came to what spoons and forks to use. Each bite he took made him feel guilty as the ignored boy was offered none. The discussions around him went right over his head. It was all business and profit, investors and board of directors. This could’ve been any dinner shared by businessmen and not a meal before the men played with whomever the host offered. Toys to be used and it all seemed sickeningly civilized.
He had no issues with kink or BDSM, but it wasn’t his scene. The few times he’d had sex in the past was all rather vanilla. Two people getting off, going through the motions, well, he’d gone through the motions. He understood it wasn’t cheating. Except it wasn’t Gage, so it never felt quite right. His obsession became his secret shame. What would happen when he went back to his real life? Putting on his uniform, the weight of Gage’s ownership no longer around his neck, and his love unrequited.
The food no longer had a taste, but he forced each bite as not to draw attention. By the time dessert was served, he was barely keeping what he ate down. His nervousness tore at his stomach as he pictured what was to come next. Would Gage spank him and show off for the other men? He wasn’t an exhibitionist. What happened between two people was private, and he didn’t want witnesses to how weak he was to resist, how quickly he gave in.
It hadn’t passed his notice that occasionally Gage would offer him bites off his plate or held the wineglass to his lips. Every time he glanced at Gage there was something off and intense about the look in his eyes. No one had ever studied him as deeply as the older man had done. When he took the offerings, Gage praised him and stroked his cheek. There was one thing Gage hadn’t done in the days leading up to the operation and since they arrived, Gage hadn’t kissed him. The man would brush kisses to his forehead, sometimes his shoulder when Gage came up behind him, but never his mouth.
How pathetic was he that he wanted one kiss before all this ended?
So lost in his thoughts, he was surprised when it was announced everyone was to head to the study to continue their evening. His legs shook as he stood.
“Please instruct your security to remain outside the room,” Forester announced.
While he felt safer with his friends there, he was strangely relieved that they wouldn’t witness what was going to happen. He knew his dad was tapped into the security system and had access to the cameras. They’d promised not to watch, but someone had to, and he had a feeling another member of the team or Alex was tasked with keeping watch.
He almost protested as the slick looking bastard with the French accent made the boy crawl like a dog. His head at an unnatural angle by how high the fucker held the leash. As soon as he opened his mouth, Gage’s hand landed on the small of his back and stroked soothingly across his skin. Gage bent his head to place his mouth right next to his ear.
“I already signaled for Alex to inform Hunter to do some inquiries. He’s already part of the rescue.”
He nodded in answer because he didn’t trust his voice and he bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood when the boy was ordered into a corner. His face pressed into it. He waited for Gage to order him to do the same, but Gage pushed him to his knees beside a leather wingback chair, then took a seat. Gage’s words came back to him, and he leaned his head on Gage’s knee as strong fingers stroked through his hair. It was a soothing caress over his scalp, and he knew Gage was trying to calm him down.
As cruel as it was to put the boy in the corner at least the bastard couldn’t touch him anymore. Another man in a tux made the rounds of the chairs in front of a fire and served drinks. Forester stood in front of the fireplace as if ready to give a toast.
“As we have a new guest with us, I feel I must repeat the rules for everyone.”
If he wasn’t mistaken, Forester’s gaze landed on Francois a moment longer than the rest of the men in the room. If he wasn’t liked then why did he get an invite?
“I have arranged entertainment for the weekend. As per house rules, you must ask consent in front of a witness to acknowledge that your play this weekend is consensual. A safe word must be established before said scenes. Consent can be taken back at any time. Please respect the safety and wishes of your sub. The breaking of any of these rules will have you escorted off the property and if needed authorities notified. Trust is your greatest reward, do not cheapen it. With that said, enjoy your time here and don’t doubt you’ll be watched to make sure adherence to all rules and verbal contracts.”
He was a pretty good judge of character, and he didn’t get the feeling the man was lying. He adhered to safe, sane, and consensual. Did they find the wrong party? Were they wasting precious time? He mentally shook his head, there was someone who needed to be freed, and if he succeeded at nothing else, the boy would be free before they were done. He made sure to keep an eye on the boy while Gage spoke with Forester.
Forester raised his arm and motioned to someone, a door on the opposite side of the room opened, and a group of ten men and women walked in. They wore nothing but white robes, and they all looked over eighteen. There was one for each of the guests and host. He wrapped his arms around Gage’s calf.
“As our newest member has his pet with him, I will take advantage of his choice tonight.”
“I’m more than happy with that decision. My boy is all I need.” A stranger probably wouldn’t have noticed the growl in Gage’s voice, but he’d studied everything about the man over the last ten years, and he was familiar with the sound of anger in Gage’s tone.
Lights came up and took the edges of the room out of darkness. Crosses and benches were placed around the room. Whips, floggers and other toys were in displays along the walls. Everyone except Gage picked one of the choices, and he listened as consent was asked for and given. Some lowered themselves onto large cushions to observe the ones beginning to perform.
Forester returned to take the chair beside Gage, and the man had chosen a beautiful blonde woman.
“I sense your boy’s nervousness.” Forester motioned to the ground for the woman to kneel.
She almost mirrored his pose, and she secretly smiled at him. When she winked, he returned her grin. He didn’t know what he’d assumed this would be, but it came nowhere near the reality. Moans filled the room. Leather, wood or hands meeting flesh echoed in the cavernous space. He couldn’t hide his blush.
“This is the first time I’ve shared his presence with others. We agreed that he would only do as much as he’s comfortable doing.”
“Janette is mine. I mix her in with the others on these nights. She’s very upset about being banished from her home before events.”
“Don’t they recognize her?” Gage asked.
“They think she’s just the one I favor. She has put up with my stubborn, dominant ways for quite a few years now. She was one of the first, and after I met her, she was mine. These men as much as I consider most of them my friends, we rarely mingle outside of these parties. May I address your boy?”
He lifted his head to catch Gage nodding.
“Sex isn’t allowed in the main room. If that happens it’s a private moment among the couple or group, but never in here. I’m not one to share very well. I don’t like my girl to be looked at by other men. These men”—Forester motioned behind him—“they don’t care, it’s all about the scene and having a bit of fun while away from wives and husbands.”
“Then why do it?” Gage sounded confused, and he understood why.
“Tradition. My father did the same, and I carried it on after his death several years ago. Everything is still run in his name. I prefer my privacy. My girl indul
ges me. There is a lot to be said for familiarity. I rarely participate until the room clears and then I give her what she needs.”
“How can you tell if things are getting out of hand?”
“Janette has informed our security staff to monitor activities and report if anything is...unusual.”
“Do they know you watch them?” Gage asked.
“It’s a fact that isn’t discussed beyond a mention like tonight. Everyone is aware they are always being watched. We’ve had a few incidents over the years of people with ill-intentions.”
“You’re very open with your set-up here.”
He felt Gage tense where he rested his head on the man’s thigh and his fingers tense a little too tightly in his hair. Maybe Gage was having the same thoughts as him that they’d been sent on a wild goose chase. That this wasn’t a step closer to finding Gage’s niece.
“One tradition I won’t carry on from my father is his Sadism. He was only interested in hurting, and while I don’t shame people for their needs, I won’t facilitate torture. Once consent is expressed that’s on them, but I won’t have men in our home who hurt people just for the sake of hurting them. What they do outside my home is their business.”
“What about when it’s brought into your home?”
He glanced at Gage to find the man looking at the boy in the corner.
“He treats that boy like a hated pet, but he doesn’t lay hands on Kray while here. I think the boy gets a bit of a reprieve and Janette sneaks him food when Francois is busy. We’ve asked him questions…if he’d like to stay with us, but whatever was done to him has broken his will. He assures us he’s eighteen and Francois has provided the contract and ID. If someone is brought into our home, it is the first thing we request.”
“You didn’t ask me.”
“Your boy is well-loved. Healthy. Never ventures from your side. You fed him before you fed yourself. That was a test. I purposely asked him not to be served. We were informed he earned punishment earlier but that it went no further than correction.”
His face flamed as he leaned heavier on Gage’s leg. Knowing there was a possibility they were being watched to being informed they were added up to two different things. It didn’t appear as if they were being forced to participate, and while he was grateful, he was also a bit disappointed. That part of him that loved Gage wanted a few memories to take home with him.
“Don’t be embarrassed. They watched no longer than to make sure it wasn’t excessive. Janette took great care in choosing them, but I won’t lie and say they don’t watch occasionally for the fun.”
It was all rather surreal that Forester and Gage spoke as friends while surrounded by whippings and scenes playing out. He relaxed realizing, for at least tonight, he wouldn’t be put on display in front of others. That didn’t apply to their room though. They now knew they were being watched, would they have to pretend to be together? He didn’t let his nerves build, he’d worry about all that later. He spoke quietly with Janette while studying the lone boy across the room. There had to be something they could do, and he’d ask tonight while they were alone and hidden by darkness.
Gage was a Sick Fuck
The pressure of the scalding hot water hit the back of his neck and down his back. Derrick had already had his shower and was curled up in bed. He needed a moment to himself to get his thoughts straight. His privacy was important to him and being around people twenty-four-seven was starting to take its toll on his nerves. He admitted to himself that the night was enlightening and altogether too disappointing. After enjoying a conversation with Forester and studying the scenes playing out around them, he doubted this man had bought Cameron. Also, a new operation had popped up, rescue the boy Francois was obviously abusing. He’d met quite a few masochists in his day, they savored the pain and marks left, but that wasn’t the boy. When Pure and Raul had escorted them back to the room, he’d relayed what he knew and mentioned Francois and Kray. It would be easy enough to run a search for missing kids. Kray was an unusual name.
His team promised they’d get the information out to Alex, but he’d sworn them to secrecy about his fear that he wouldn’t find Cameron there. If he knew his best friend, the man was already tearing himself up over whether Cameron was alive or not. He was already having the same thoughts. Even if she was still breathing, the more days that passed, the less likely they’d find her.
He’d thought about children over the years, when his friends were having babies or adopting. A family was never in his plans and still wasn’t, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about the bond between his friends and their partners. He’d wondered if his life had been different would he have had a husband. Yet, when those thoughts began to form, he always pushed them away. His loneliness was something he’d grown used to, and in his late forties, his time had passed him by.
Exhaustion weighed him down, so he finished washing himself with quick, efficient movements. He turned off the water and stepped out of the large glass stall. Pajama bottoms were the only thing he’d brought with him to wear after his shower. He’d made sure the lights were low, and unless Derrick looked too closely, the boy wouldn’t notice the scars. As he dried his chest, he wiped the fog from the mirror and looked at himself.
He wasn’t one to study his reflection. His body was hairy and still in pretty good shape. At his age and with his job, the middle-aged spread wasn’t surprising. He wondered what Derrick saw in him. He wasn’t clueless, the boy wanted him, and unfortunately, the feeling was mutual. The operation needed to end soon. It was becoming harder to resist the lure of the younger man. Derrick wasn’t hardened enough to hide his reaction. The spanking earlier had shown him quite clearly that his boy was perfect for him.
None of that could be, though. Gage finished up and hung his towel up to dry. He stepped into his sleep pants. The soft cotton waistband rested just on his hips below the slight curve of his stomach. He should put on underwear since he was going to be in the same bed as Derrick. That lean body nestled into the curve of his, fuck, he was already wondering what Derrick’s soft ass would feel like against his cock.
They were going to have to be close together so they’d have a chance to talk privately. He had no doubt that whoever was manning the cameras would watch their every move. His thin pants would be no protection for either of them. Then a thought hit him, what would Derrick’s lips feel like under his. He’d avoided that one intimacy.
He opened the bathroom door and turned off the light, the sconces on the wall were dimmed enough that most of the room was in shadow. It only highlighted Derrick’s form in the bed. The boy curled on his side, hugging the pillow to his chest. What he planned was dangerous, but he was also a selfish man. He stopped beside the bed and lifted the covers to slip beneath them. He stretched out behind Derrick, slipped his arm beneath Derrick’s head and roughly tugged the boy completely against him with his hand that was rested on Derrick’s belly.
A groan threatened to escape, and he barely caught it before it had a chance to alert Derrick to the torture of being so close. He’d never slept beside someone before. Sex for him was just an itch to scratch, and as he’d gotten older, it was one he barely thought about anymore. He spread his hand out over his boy’s smooth stomach, and his little finger dipped under the cotton of his boy’s sleep pants. Tight, pubic curls teased the tip of his finger.
He pressed his lips to Derrick’s ear. “We have to talk,” he whispered low. He stroked his hand until he could fist his hand in the waist of the pants at Derrick’s slim hip, he tugged, and Derrick got the idea. His boy rolled onto his back and helped him remove the pants. He had to be careful, or it would go too far. His gaze stroked down Derrick’s chest, abdomen and lowered to a pretty cock in a nest of thick curls. When the fabric was tossed over the side of the bed, he barely acknowledged it too transfixed on the boy’s gorgeous body. It wasn’t perfect or ripped with muscle, but it was Derrick, and he loved the sight of it. He didn’t think twice when he slipped his h
and between Derrick’s thighs and pushed his left leg to the side.
“Gage?”
Derrick’s husky voice was filled with uncertainty, and he was ashamed when his cock jerked where it was pushed to Derrick’s hip. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Derrick naked. He’d worked to get the boy comfortable with being exposed in front of people. Although, this time was different, they were alone and stretched out in bed. Cameras or not, it was just the two of them. Pure and Raul had gone to the room they were sharing in another part of the house.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He cursed himself as soon as the words were out of his mouth. Derrick’s warm breath fanned his bearded cheek, and all it would take was him turning his head for his mouth to be in the perfect spot to kiss his boy. He slowly drew his fingertips up Derrick’s thigh, teased the start of his crease, taint and then cupped his boy’s furry balls. Derrick gasped and arched his hips.
One kiss, that’s all he wanted, so he turned his head, and his mouth brushed Derrick’s trembling lips. He kissed the perfect bow of Derrick’s top lip. Derrick’s breath shuddered where it fanned his mouth. His mind emptied as he deepened the caress and rolled until he was cradled between his boy’s thighs. It was everything he’d dreamed it would be, so easy with no awkwardness. He kept Derrick from feeling his hard-on, but his boy’s dick was squeezed between their stomachs.
Their dual groans rang out too loudly in the room. He pressed his aching cock to the mattress needing just that bit of pressure. He felt the sweat start to bead on his skin. His arousal was stronger than at any time in his past. His boy spread wide beneath him, the painful gouge of Derrick’s nails in his back caused his body to tense from his toes to shoulders.
“We can’t do this,” he whispered against Derrick’s pretty lips, and even as he denied them their pleasure, his body took over. It was too much. Every dream he’d ever had was wrapped in his arms, writhing sweetly beneath him and he tore his mouth from Derrick’s. He dragged his lips down the side of his boy’s neck and sucked hard at his boy’s pounding pulse. He was leaving a mark, and he didn’t give a fuck—he wanted to cover Derrick in marks. He shoved his left hand between their bodies and pushed his fingertips to his boy’s tight, clenching hole. “Tell me no, boy.” Even as he ordered, he increased the pressure until the tip of his middle finger pushed into Derrick’s body. “Do it, don’t make me do something I’ll regret.”
