Endings and Beginnings

by K. C. Wells

  JJ groaned. “Everything is fine; my dick is so hard it could cut granite, now please, Sir, fuck me?”

  Darren felt amazing, so full of energy that he was buzzing from it.

  “We’re not quite ready yet.” He picked up the mask and placed it over JJ’s eyes, lifting his head carefully to put the elastic band around it, holding it in place.

  “Oh fuck.” JJ’s breathing sped up.

  Darren leaned over and kissed him on the mouth, parting his lips with his tongue. JJ moaned and opened for him, pushing soft sounds into his mouth as they kissed. His own dick was leaking precome like a son of a bitch, dropping from his slit in a silvery strand.

  He grabbed a condom from the couch and tore open the wrapper, his fingers trembling. The whole situation had him so close to coming, it was unreal. He breathed deeply as he covered his aching cock, before slicking it with the lube he’d brought. Kneeling at JJ’s arse, Darren rubbed his finger over JJ’s hole, which contracted at his touch.

  “Please, Sir,” JJ whispered.

  Darren slowly sank his finger into welcoming heat, JJ’s channel soft around him. He stroked in and out of him, JJ rocking his hips, his movements restricted. “More,” he pleaded.

  Darren ignored him, the leisurely preparations providing him with a brief respite and taking the edge off his hunger. He added a second finger, loving the sounds JJ made as he fingerfucked him, pushing deeper, moving faster, until JJ’s soft whimpers were too plentiful to ignore. Darren moved closer, JJ’s hole at the perfect height to slowly penetrate him, until his cock was buried in JJ’s body.

  Their twin groans of pleasure echoed around the room.

  “Now,” Darren whispered, and began to move.

  He held on to JJ’s bound thighs and slid his dick in and out of that tight channel. “Fuck, you feel amazing,” he said with a groan. “Your arse is clinging to my cock, pulling me into you.”

  “So full of you,” JJ sighed. “Fuck, I can feel every inch of you.” He tried to move, to push down on Darren’s dick, but ended up letting out a noise of sheer frustration. “Faster, please. Fuck me so I can still feel you tomorrow.”

  Darren laughed, the sound rebounding off the walls. “Oh, you’ll feel me, all right.” He glanced toward the couch, where the cock cage lay hidden beneath the remaining ties. “Trust me. You won’t easily forget this.” But his own needs pulled him to move faster, and he thrust deep, until he was buried up to the hilt in hot, tight flesh. Darren dug his fingers into JJ’s toned thighs and began to piston-fuck him, hips snapping forward, their bodies slapping together.

  “Fuck, yes!” JJ cried out. “Don’t stop!”

  Darren held on tight and fucked him, filling him, driving him closer to the edge. When JJ’s cries grew constant, Darren backed off, slowing his thrusts until JJ was whimpering with need. He pulled out of him and gave JJ’s nipples some attention, flicking them with his tongue, tweaking them between thumb and forefinger, JJ’s moans and soft cries filling the air. Then with one long push, he filled JJ once more, picking up the pace, bringing both of them nearer to orgasm. How long he played with JJ like that, he had no clue. Time was immaterial. All that mattered was the sight of his boy, chest glistening with sweat, cock bouncing off his abs, the scent of him invading Darren’s nostrils, the feel of that channel growing ever tighter around his dick.

  “Please, Sir, let me come,” JJ begged, and the words sent Darren soaring.

  “We’re going to come together,” he told JJ. He took a deep breath and let go, thrusting into that beautiful body, his ears full of JJ’s cries and groans. His balls drew up, and something zapped along his spine, lighting up every nerve in him. “Now, boy.”

  “Sir!” JJ strained against his bonds as his cock pumped come over his chest, his legs shaking, hands clenching into fists, his toes curling. Darren growled as he shot his load into the condom, his back arching while JJ’s internal muscles milked his dick. He stiffened, cock as deep as it was possible to be, and pulled off the blindfold. He wanted to see JJ’s eyes.

  JJ blinked and then stared up at him. “Kiss me?” he pleaded.

  Like Darren was about to ignore that request.

  He covered JJ with his body and claimed his mouth with a fervent kiss, JJ shuddering beneath him. The kiss seemed to stretch out, their bodies slick with sweat and JJ’s come, tremors rippling through JJ as he lay bound.

  Slowly Darren eased himself up and began to untie JJ’s bonds, rubbing his chest where the sheet had lain, repeating the action when he untied JJ’s wrists. As JJ lay there, the occasional shock jolting him, Darren wiped his cock clean with one of the ties and then reached over to the couch. He eased the cock cage onto JJ’s softened dick and snapped it shut.

  JJ sat up, alert. “What… what?” He stared at his imprisoned dick with wide eyes.

  Darren sat back on his haunches, pulling off the condom. “I did warn you. I hope you enjoyed your orgasm, because that’s the last one you’ll have for a while. In fact, I’d say until after Scott’s wedding.” He grinned. “Still think it was a good idea to have your fun earlier?”

  JJ’s mouth opened and closed, but no sound came forth. Finally he sighed. “I suppose I asked for that.” His eyes gleamed. “But I don’t regret it. And I’d probably do it again—if I ever get the chance. You have to admit, it was funny.”

  Darren had to smile. “Yes, it was.” He glanced down at the rings of steel that surrounded JJ’s cock. His smile widened into a grin. “But this is funnier.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  THIS IS no way to spend my day off.

  Pietro was ready to admit defeat, having all but given up hope of finding the perfect house for Melissa. They’d seen dozens of houses, and there hadn’t been a single one where he could envisage Melissa and her family living. They were either too small, too disgusting, or had so many problems, it would take twice their budget to bring the house up to code.

  Pietro stared morosely into his coffee. They’d taken a break and stopped for a bite to eat. Miles had seemed to be more upbeat about the situation initially, but Pietro could see even he was ready to throw in the towel.

  “This is hopeless,” Miles said gloomily. “We’ve got four more on the list. If we can’t find something in this set, we’ll just tell her we couldn’t do it. I’m sure she’d understand.”

  Pietro smiled at his Dominant. Miles in Dom mode was a sight to see, but right now he could only see the weight of disappointing his sister weighing heavily on his shoulders. “We’ll find something,” he said, trying to instill a confidence he didn’t feel.

  Miles huffed. “I hope so. I know how important this is to her.” He glanced at his watch. “And speaking of which, it’s time we were out of here. Drink up, pup, and we’ll go.”

  The first three they looked at were as bad as all the rest. Miles had chided the agent, reminding her what they were looking for and letting her know they weren’t happy with the selections she’d had so far. She’d paled when Miles turned that gaze on her, the one that always had Pietro dropping to his knees. But it seemed to do the trick. She informed them there was something that might be just right, but it was a bit above the price range they’d given her.

  Miles had turned to Pietro. “What do you think?” Miles asked.

  Pietro had given a one-shoulder shrug. “Sure, why not? At least it will break the monotony of what we’ve been shown so far.”

  So there they were, on their way to a house on the outskirts of Manchester. It would be a little bit of a drive for Tony to get to work, but not too bad. Pietro liked the area immediately. There was a lot more green, for one thing. Trees lined the streets leading to the house, which appealed to him. The neighborhood seemed peaceful. He smiled when they passed a large park.

  “The boys would love playing in there.”

  Miles chuckled. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. We haven’t even seen the house yet.” Then he smiled. “And here it is.”

  He turned the car off the road and drove
along a paved driveway. The outside of the house was constructed of red brick that glowed warmly in the sunshine. The front of the house had well-stocked flower beds. Pietro knew Melissa would be delighted with the outside. It wasn’t a modern house by any means, but it looked well cared for.

  Someone loved this place. It gave Pietro a warm feeling inside.

  The estate agent was already there, waiting for them by the front door. She took them through the house, rattling off its features. Pietro half listened, too busy gazing around him in delight, until Miles nudged him.

  “Pay attention,” he whispered. “I’ll be asking questions later.”

  Pietro smirked but gave the agent his full attention.

  “The house has five bedrooms, including a master suite. The flooring has recently been refurbished, and as you can see, they’ve gone back to the original oak boards. The carpeting in all the bedrooms is new, as are the appliances in the kitchen. The heating system was installed last year and is more than adequate for a house this size.”

  She led them through into the lounge. Pietro liked it instantly. The fireplace was the focal point of the room, and there were french windows at the end that opened to give access to the back garden. It had a light, airy feel to it. Pietro caught hold of Miles’s hand and squeezed, unable to hold back his grin. He could see from Miles’s expression that he was as taken with the house as Pietro was.

  “There is a detached garage that will house two cars,” the agent continued. “The master suite is located upstairs, with french windows that open out onto a deck overlooking the rear garden. There are four smaller bedrooms, one downstairs and three upstairs. The one on this level would be perfect for a study if you’d prefer.”

  The more the woman talked, the more Pietro was certain this would be the house for Melissa and her family. Everything she said painted a picture almost too good to be true. But when she took them into the kitchen, Pietro knew this was the place. He took note of the gleaming appliances, including a five-burner hob and an integrated SubZero refrigerator. Some of these things would have been at home in Severino’s. He stroked a hand along the granite worktops. There was so much workspace. It was a kitchen he’d have loved for himself.

  Miles cleared his throat. “You said it was a little out of our price range. How much are we talking, exactly?”

  “The owners are asking three hundred fifty thousand pounds for the house and property.”

  It was as if someone had poured ice water all over Pietro. He had no idea if Melissa and Tony could afford that, but more than a quarter of a million pounds sounded way out of most people’s reach. When Miles stilled, Pietro knew this house would be another check mark on the list of disappointing places.

  “Thanks for the tour,” Miles told her. “I’ll let you know once I’ve been in contact with my sister.”

  The agent nodded. “There might be some room for negotiation. It’s been on the market for some time. If the offer was a serious one, the owners might be willing to lower the price.”

  Pietro didn’t think a slight reduction would make that much difference, but it wasn’t him buying the house.

  They said good-bye and walked back to the car. Pietro turned to give the house one last look.

  Miles put his arm around Pietro’s waist. “You really liked this one, huh?”

  He nodded. “I could picture Melissa and Tony living here.” He smiled, a wistful ache in his chest. “I could see us visiting here a lot too.”

  Miles leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Well, all we can do is pass on the information. If she likes what she hears, it’ll be up to her to come take a look.” Another kiss. “Let’s go home and enjoy what’s left of your day off, shall we?”

  Pietro liked that idea very much.

  JJ WALKED along the street that led to Darren’s house, his heart lighter than it had been for a while. He’d finally ended the tenancy agreement and removed the last of his belongings from the flat. Not that there was much to pick up. Darren had made another trip to allow him to collect more of his things, once it was certain JJ was going to live with him.

  As if I really had a choice.

  Not that he wanted one, of course. Being with Darren every night, wrapped up in his arms, and waking up all cuddly and warm? Yeah, he couldn’t deny enjoying that at all.

  If you weren’t so stubborn, his inner voice chided.

  “Fuck off,” JJ growled, but the voice simply laughed. He couldn’t deny being stubborn. It got him where he found himself today. But maybe, with Darren, he could let his guard down just a little bit and let the man who had stepped into his heart, fully into his life. They’d signed a contract, hadn’t they? Yeah, JJ wanted to be with him.

  Well, he had—until Darren had locked up his dick.

  When he’d felt the cock cage that Darren had strapped to him, he’d groaned. Maybe it hadn’t been such a wise idea to tease the Dom, but he’d still had fun doing it. And the heart-stopping orgasm Darren had given him that night? Orgasms, more like. JJ was sure there hadn’t been a drop of come left in his body once Darren was done with him.

  Yeah, that had made it worthwhile. Still, Darren had told him the cage couldn’t come off until after Scott’s wedding, which was still another week away. But he could do this. He could show Darren how strong he was. Even if he was fucking horny as hell, especially since he’d had to service Darren every night before bed and every morning to wake him up. Darren was enjoying those blowjobs far too much.

  Maybe you should train to be a Dom, that voice nagged.

  “Fuck no.” JJ was damn happy being loved and taken care of and also being the center of Darren’s world. Every time JJ sat down, he felt the cage, and he remembered the look on Darren’s face. And his Dom had said he liked it when JJ thought about him.

  JJ was certainly doing that. And only a week until the cage came off.

  He had other things to think about. Like the conversation they’d had only the previous week, concerning role playing. It had been JJ who’d broached the subject, but it had quickly become clear that Darren really liked the idea too. He’d grinned at JJ. “Okay, let’s give it a try. One of these days—and you won’t know when—I’m going to give you the surprise of your life.”

  What had followed, however, had surprised JJ. They’d discussed different ideas for scenes, what the limits would be, the roles they’d play. It made JJ feel very secure, knowing that even in something as seemingly simple as role playing, Darren was looking out for him. It had made their contract all the more real as JJ recalled what he’d read aloud that first time. They’d agreed that bondage would play a part and that JJ was allowed to resist, both physically and verbally.

  All of which made JJ eager to find out what Darren was planning. Because the nature of the scene was something he was keeping close to his chest. He could still hear Darren’s words in his head.

  “Your task will be to react quickly and go with whatever I want of you.”

  The thought excited JJ to no end. He’d been waiting all week, and when he’d asked Darren, he’d only gotten an enigmatic smile in reply.

  JJ walked up the path leading to the front door. Darren would be home in an hour or so. Time for him to put something tasty together for dinner. He turned the key and pushed the door open. As he stepped inside and turned to close it, strong arms grabbed his from behind, holding him tight.

  “So, you thought you could break into this house? What were you going to steal?”

  JJ’s heart thundered. What the fuck? He tried to pull away but was grasped around his wrists. The person holding him was strong, and a cold wash of fear surged through him. When a warm breath blew across his ear, JJ shivered.

  “You know what happens to bad boys when the policeman catches them, don’t you?”

  “Darren,” JJ whispered. “Fuck, you scared me.”

  “You’ll call me Sir or Officer, boy. Do you understand?”

  The steel edge to Darren’s voice sent a wave of desire pulsing through hi
m, but JJ knew what was expected of him. He had a part to play. “I have a key, asshole,” he flung back at him. “What kind of burglar comes in the front door with a fucking key?”

  Darren shoved him up against the wall, face first. “You got a filthy mouth, boy. I think maybe I’d better check you for concealed weapons. Can’t be too careful these days.”

  One hand held his wrists while the other patted him down, lingering over his arse.

  “Trust me. There are no weapons in these jeans,” JJ said with a snort. “They’re tight enough to be a second skin.” Especially with that fucking cage around his cock.

  Darren rubbed slowly, squeezing his arsecheek. “Hmm, they are tight, aren’t they?”

  JJ caught his breath when Darren snaked a hand around to his front and popped the button. He yanked the zipper down and shoved his hand inside, his fingertips grazing the shiny rings of the cock cage. Darren snickered.

  “This feels like a concealed weapon to me.”

  He wrapped his hand around the cage, and JJ could feel its warmth through the metal.

  “Aw. Pity. I’d have liked to get my mouth on this. Too bad.”

  JJ wanted to howl with disappointment when Darren retracted his hand, but all such thoughts fled when he was roughly spun around. He stared in astonishment when he saw Darren, resplendent in a police uniform. Fuck, he looked hot. “Where the fuck did you get that?” he said, his throat tight with desire. Darren in uniform was sex on legs.

  “New Year’s Eve party a few years ago,” Darren said with a wink. Then his face straightened. “So, what do we have here?” He reached down and grabbed JJ’s dick. Darren’s eyes gleamed. “Stay where you are.” That steel was back.

  JJ nodded, his breathing rapid. But the breath caught in his throat when Darren sank to his knees and gave the head of his cock a lick through the circles of metal that surrounded it. Darren looked up at him, grinning. “Yeah, this needs closer inspection.”