Full Disclosure (8 page)

"Yes, you are." He wasn't going to let Sammy deny them, deny this.

"Not going to love you."

Yes!

"You already do." He hauled Sammy up over his shoulder and headed for the man's bedroom.

"Jarrod, what are you doing?"

"Taking you to bed." He reached up and smacked the ass next to his head. It wasn't as satisfying as spanking Sammy flesh on flesh, but it was still good. He couldn't imagine never getting to do that again.

"What else?" The soft words made his cock ache.

"I'm going to spank your ass rosy. I'm going to fuck you into tomorrow. And then we're going to plan."

"Plan? Plan what?"

"What we're piercing, where to shop for your cock cage. All sorts of wonderful things."

Sammy's bedroom was just like he remembered it; the bed hadn't even been made. He tossed his lover down onto it. Sammy sat up and he put his hand right in the center of that lean chest.

He pushed Sammy down onto his back again. "Hands on the headboard. If you don't keep them there, I'll dig out one of your ties and bind you."

Sammy looked at him, then slowly and purposefully flipped him off.

"Oh, ho, it's going to be like that, is it?"

Grinning, he went to the dresser and started opening drawers, looking for one of those damn silk ties.

"What if everything's packed already?"

He shot Sammy a look. "Is it?"

"Mostly." That wasn't a yes.

"Where are the ties, Sammy?"

"They're expensive." Samuel's eyes landed on a box.

"Perfect--only the best for my man."

He went to the box Samuel had looked at, tore it open and pulled out a handful of neatly folded ties. He grabbed a pink one with little black polka dots and tossed the rest over his shoulder.

"Those are my ties."

"I know. They're going to make awesome bondage gear."

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Sammy's chest. His lover was so hot, beautiful, lean and fine, wanton. He was never losing this again. He wrapped one end of the tie around Sammy's right wrist, then threaded it through the headboard. Samuel watched his fingers, lips parted, eyes burning.

He smiled at Sammy, then took his left hand and wrapped the other end of the tie around it. There was a lot of give, Sammy could rest his arms on the bed; he couldn't pull them right down, though, couldn't touch or get away. When Samuel relaxed, eased into the mattress, Jarrod felt like crowing.

He bent, kissing the man as he slowly moved back down to straddle Samuel's hips. His. His boy. His lover. Groaning, he deepened the kiss, his hands moving to tear the clothes from Sammy's body. He let the desperation go, the worry that he'd lost this.

He got Sammy's shirt open, then began to work on Sammy's pants, the buttons opening easily for him. He tugged the short-short hairs, just starting to come back in.

"Gonna have to shave you again. Especially when we get the cock cage--gotta keep you smooth for that."

"No. Not going to let you." Sammy spread, licked his lips.

"Yes, you are." He leaned down and let his own tongue take the same road as Sammy's had.

"Not going to..." Sammy started rocking under him, hips fucking the air.

"Come. You are not going to come. Because you're not allowed until I say so. Or we get that cage sooner than later." This was so much fun.

Sammy's cock was pushing at his underwear like it was going to punch a hole through them. He grabbed them and tugged them down, along with Sammy's slacks.

His. Hot little fucker. He scratched his nails along Sammy's thighs. Sammy's hips bucked, cock jerking hard. He did it again, just to watch that response. Then he slapped Sammy's hip, hard enough that his hand stung. He watched his handprint slowly grow pink.

"Fucking sexy, Sammy. And all mine."

He stared Sammy down, willing his lover to argue. When it didn't happen, he smiled, gave Sammy's hip another smack. He twisted Sammy halfway, giving him access to that fine ass.

"Mmm. Fuck, but that's a sweet ass you've got." He slapped it twice. "And it's all mine."

"No. No way." But his Samuel nodded.

"Yes way." He smacked Samuel's ass a few more times, bringing up the color.

"Asshole."

"For giving you what you want?" He smacked that sweet ass again.

"Yes."

He blinked, then smiled. Pleased. Surprised, but pleased.

"Then I'll take it." He smacked a few more times with more enthusiasm.

The sweet butt went rosy, but he needed it darker. He wanted Sammy to really feel it. He kept hitting, moving his hand around to cover the entire ass. Slowly, slowly, Sammy started moving into the blows, begging for him. Fuck, it was hot.

"That's it, Sammy. Take what you fucking need." Jarrod loved that deep, needy groan, that cry. His hand was beginning to burn, hot like Sammy's ass.

"Fuck... Jarrod, stop..."

"Not yet." Not until neither of them could stand it anymore.

"Burns." Sammy's abs went rock hard.

"I know, Sammy."

"You fucker. I need you."

"I know." He bent and kissed just below Sammy's ear.

He could feel Sammy's heartbeat, pounding under his lips. He felt it skip a beat as he started to spank his lover again.

* * * *

Samuel woke up aching.

His ass ached.

His shoulders ached.

His thighs ached.

His balls ached.

He'd never been so fucking happy.

This time, when he cracked an eye open, the space next to him wasn't empty. Jarrod was looking at him, smiling. Grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty."

"Morning." He sounded like a crow.

Jarrod's fingers slid over his belly. "You look fantastic."

His abs tightened, the welts on his belly from his belt burning. "I feel good."

"Good." Jarrod leaned in and licked his lips.

He groaned, lips opening as he moved closer. Jarrod had promised wickedness today, even more than last night, which had left him fucked, shaved, whipped and adored.

Jarrod's tongue invaded as soon as he opened, the man taking immediate and sure control. Samuel whimpered, something inside him settled, joyous. Home.

"Fucking love that sound."

He nibbled on Jarrod's bottom lip. Jarrod hummed for him and then turned it around, taking a sharp bite at his lower lip before sucking it soothingly. He started rocking, his arousal building again. Again!

One of Jarrod's hands slid over his hip, grabbing his sensitive and bruised ass. All he could do was moan, low.

"Mine," growled Jarrod. Those lips brushed his jaw, then the teeth followed. The bruising kisses continued, little nips and outright bites interspersed.

"Going to take you to the piercer today, baby. Then we're going to the adult toy shop. Then I'm going to take you home with me." It was clearly not a question--Jarrod wasn't asking his permission, only telling him.

He groaned, shook his head, body shaking.

"Yes. A cage for your cock."

"No way." God, Jarrod was amazing.

"Hell, yes way." Jarrod's hand wrapped around his prick, tugging hard and rough.

"Fuck..." He twisted, his eyes crossing. "Jarrod."

"Right fucking here."

"Yes. Yes, please." He wasn't sure what he was begging for, but Samuel knew that Jarrod would give it to him.

Jarrod's hand twisted around his prick again. "You're going to love the cage, Sammy."

"No..." He pushed into the touch.

"Yes. So hot, so intimate. It's like nothing you've ever done." Jarrod let go of his prick and grabbed his balls, not hard enough to hurt, but still.

His lips parted, his abs going tight. Yes.

"Gonna put my rings on you. One here." Jarrod's fingers slid behind his balls, pushed at the flesh there.

Samuel's toes curled, thighs spreading like Jarrod had pushed a button.

"And I'm gonna put one here." Jarrod hand twisted back up along his cock, holding at the tip.

"No..." Oh, fuck. No. His shoulders rolled up off the mattress.

"Yes." Jarrod pinched the tip of his cock.

God, he couldn't breathe.

"And here." Jarrod's hand left his prick, fingers sliding to pinch at his nipples, nails biting into his skin

"You can't. That's too many..." Right?

"There's no such thing as too many."

He was going to scream. Or shoot.

"It's going to be so hot.
You
are going to be so hot."

This sound escaped him and he pushed closer, taking Jarrod's lips. Jarrod rolled him onto his back, following and pressing him into his mattress. All his aches and bruises fired at once.

"Fuck..." He pushed into that strength, fighting happily.

Jarrod held him down, seeming to keep him in place easily.

"Not going to let you." He was so fucking hot.

"You don't have a choice, Sammy." Jarrod rocked against him, their cocks sliding together.

He was going to come. Everything in him was burning, aching for it, no matter what had happened last night.

"You're waiting for permission, right?"

He wasn't going to answer that.

One of Jarrod's eyebrows went up, the man's hips moving faster, fingers pinching one of his nipples again and again. He started moving faster, rocking harder. Fuck, yes.

"You wait for my permission or I'll have to punish you."

He bit Jarrod's shoulder, hard.

"Sammy!"

He groaned, bucking as Jarrod's hand landed on his thigh. Jarrod spanked his thigh several more times. "No coming, period. Gonna put a cock ring on you and make you wait until tonight."

"No..." He jerked, trying to get a little friction, just enough.

"Such a naughty boy." Jarrod's hand squeezed hard around the base of his cock.

His hips jerked and rolled, needing release. Jarrod's fingers slipped down, grabbed hold of his balls and tugged down, twisted.

"No! Jarrod, please!"

"Yes. No coming until tonight. I'm going to use another one of your ties until we can get you a proper cock ring."

He shook his head, sweating, aching.

Jarrod got up and went over to where the ties had been flung the day before. He tugged at the ties around his wrists, trying to get loose, trying to get himself off.

"You want to make it a week, Sammy?" Jarrod was back with one of his best ties in his hands.

"No. No. Fuck." Please.

"Then I suggest you don't come." Jarrod climbed back onto the bed and started wrapping the silk around the base of his cock, and around his balls.

"That's one of my best ties." Fuck, that was tight.

"Your cock wears it well."

His cheeks started burning.

"I'm going to bind you and then fuck you."

"Jarrod, please."

"What are you begging for, baby?"

"I don't know." He needed help. He couldn't fucking think right now.

"It's okay. I know what you need."

Oh, thank God. "You do?"

Jarrod knotted the tie and lay down on him, pressing his bound cock between them. Samuel groaned, wrists twisting in his bonds.

"I love watching you fight the bonds."

"Why?" Did Jarrod want him to be weak?

"Because you're hot as hell when you do."

"Oh." The words pleased him, sparked a deep need inside him.

"You look amazing when you need, Sammy."

"You make me need all the time."

"Just think how good you look all the time, then." Jarrod's mouth covered his again, tongue opening his lips right up.

Samuel melted into the mattress. He had to think, had to figure things out, but he didn't have to do it right now. Jarrod's prick slid along his hip, hot, leaking at the tip. Jarrod's fingers circled his swollen, aching hole and he moaned.

"God, I can't wait to be buried inside you again." One finger pushed in a tiny bit.

"Aches." It was so good.

"Good ache, yeah? Gonna make it even better. Gonna make you want to come, but you can't." Jarrod grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed.

That didn't sound better.

Jarrod's fingers returned to his hole, sliding on it, one pushing right in. The burn made him grunt, but it was almost like scratching an itch, and his body craved more. Another finger pushed in, then Jarrod spread both inside him, His legs drew up, and he groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside him.

It became three fingers, Jarrod hitting his gland on the next push into him. This time his groan was a cry, his body jerking violently. Jarrod hit the same spot a couple more times before his fingers disappeared altogether. Samuel's body jerked, so empty, so needy.

"I've got you, Sammy." Jarrod patted his hip and settled between his legs, prick pushing at his hole.

He bore down, the burn perfect, everything he wanted.

"So eager." Jarrod made the words sound like the biggest compliment ever.

"For you." It wasn't for anyone else.

"Better fucking just be for me." Jarrod pushed into him hard, the thrust punctuating the sentence.

His head fell back, throat working. So good. So hot. Jarrod found a good, hard rhythm, pounding into him, making him groan. His body ached, his cock dripped on his belly as he fought the ties.

"No coming, Sammy. Not until tonight." Jarrod pushed harder into him, moved faster. He swore he could feel the man's cock getting even harder.

"Please. Please, Jarrod..."

Jarrod shook his head. "It's going to feel amazing tonight, when I untie you and let you shoot." Jarrod's hips slapped against his burning ass. "Work my prick, Sammy. Come on, show me how much you want it."

He nodded, asshole squeezing and releasing, working Jarrod's cock.

"Yes! Fuck!" Jarrod punched into him harder, faster. "Yes!" Jarrod's cock pressed deep inside him, and the man froze.

"Love..." He jerked, trying to get himself what he needed.

"Yes. Love you, baby." Jarrod's mouth closed on his, the man's hand grabbing hold of his hip, holding it down. Holding him still.

All Samuel could do was whine, desperate.

"Shh, Sammy. You'll get there. Eventually." Jarrod's hands slid down his spine, the touch soothing, strong.

"So mean..."