Hagen, Lynn - Hawk's Pretty Baby [Brac Pack 2] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (10 page)

“Get on the bed and lie on your back. You’re not allowed to move or say anything.” Johnny knew Hawk used that voice with his men. It meant not to argue with him. He crawled on the bed and laid flat. Nervous chills ran through him, but Hawk said he would stop if he didn’t like it. Johnny took a deep breath, relaxing.

“Good boy.” Hawk walked over, laying his items next to Johnny.

He peeked from the corner of his eyes to see Hawk pick a feather up.

“Spread your arms and legs apart.”

Johnny did as he was told. He tried not to squirm when it ran over his thigh, calf, and ankle, then up the other side. Hawk took it around his hip then up his side, circling his nipple. Then he stroked the feather over his neck and then repeated the process in descending order down the other side. Circling it around Johnny’s belly button, Hawk
finally
caressed it over his balls, taking longer there. The feather ran through his butt cheeks then his inner thigh, circling his penis and over the head.

Hawk repeated the process two more times, driving Johnny crazy. He wanted to moan, squirm, and hump the air, but Hawk had told him no moving.

 
“You’re being such a good boy.” Hawk leaned down and ran his tongue over Johnny’s lips but pulled back before he could kiss him. “What’s the word I told you to use?”

“Orange soda.”

“Very good. Do you want to use it?”

“No.”

* * * *

Hawk once again looked over his items. Johnny became nervous when Hawk smiled evilly. “Pull your legs up to your chest, pretty baby.”

Johnny hooked his hands under his knees and pulled.

Hawk lubed his butt and stretched him. Johnny felt pressure pushing at him.

“Does it hurt?”

“No. What is it?”

“A butt plug. Put your legs back down. Do you still trust me?”

“Yes.” Johnny didn’t understand what Hawk was talking about or what was put in his butt, but he trusted Hawk.

Hawk picked up two silk scarfs. Johnny’s eyebrows scrunched together as Hawk tied his wrists to the headboard. Hawk stepped back and cursed. Didn’t Johnny do what Hawk wanted the right way?

“Hold on, baby.” Hawk pulled his cell phone out and spoke quickly into it.

Johnny lay there, tied to the bed, wondering why Hawk was calling someone. “You’re not calling someone to watch, are you?” Johnny asked with fear in his voice. He didn’t care about trying new things with his mate, but he didn’t want anyone watching. That would be embarrassing.

Hawk leaned down and kissed him. “No, and I said no talking. You’re being a bad boy.”

Johnny curled his lips in, showing Hawk he was being quiet.

“Good boy.”

There was a knock at the door, and Johnny struggled to free his hands. He looked at the blankets, wanting to cover up so no one could see him like this. His toe stretched out as he tried to hook the blanket with it.

“I said no moving, bad boy. No one is going to see you but me. Relax.” Hawk cracked the door open then closed it. He turned to Johnny with two small jars in his hand. Johnny tried to see what it was, but Hawk hid them behind his back. “I want you to close your eyes. No peeking. Can you do that?”

“Yes.” Johnny closed his eyes, squishing them tight. He felt something warm on his left nipple. It made it tingle, and then he felt Hawk’s tongue licking it. Johnny had to fight the urge to push it into his mouth. Hawk said no moving. His other nipple got all warm and tingling next. Johnny could feel his penis getting hard. He wanted Hawk to lick that. Instead, he licked the other nipple. Johnny’s body was buzzing. He had to fight really hard not to move.

“I see my baby likes what I’m doing.”

“Yes.”

Next, Johnny felt the warm feeling down on his belly. He jumped when something cool touched him.

“No moving, bad boy.”

“Sorry.”

He heard Hawk chuckle. At least he wasn’t getting in trouble for disobeying, which was something new to him. He really was trying really hard.

Johnny felt Hawk’s tongue licking his belly and navel. The tongue kept swirling down into his belly button. Johnny wanted to giggle because it tickled, but he held it back. He felt the cold thing going further down. The urge to push his hips up and make it touch his penis was strong, but he wasn’t allowed to move.

Something was vibrating up and down his thighs now, and his penis jumped. Johnny was fighting not to move now. He felt it touch his butt cheeks and his crack. Nerve endings fought to push down on it. It felt wonderful. It made his whole body shake. Was he going to get in trouble for moving? He couldn’t stop his body from shaking. Did that count?

“You’re doing beautifully, baby.”

Good, he wasn’t going to get in trouble for shaking. He liked when Hawk praised him. It made him want to please his mate even more.

The vibrating touched his balls, and this time Johnny did jump. He felt the warm stuff touch his sac, and then the cool stuff. It was too much, too many different feelings at once. He felt like he was floating. His body was buzzing all over. His mind raced to figure everything out, but he couldn’t, Hawk kept giving him too many different feelings at the same time.

His body jerked, sending him even higher. Johnny was floating along, feeling wonderful. His mind stopped trying to figure it all out, it just let him feel. Peacefulness washed over him, letting him breathe deeply, content. He screamed as a burst of light shattered in front of him. He was racing now, racing across the sky. His heart was beating fast and his head was dizzy. He threw his hands out to slow down, but nothing happened. His body started to slow down on its own. He was floating down gently. Slowly.

Johnny opened his eyes and saw Hawk smiling down at him. He felt him untie his hands, pulling him in his arms. Johnny sighed against his mate’s chest. Whatever just happened to him, he wanted it again.

“How do you feel, pretty baby?”

“Like Silly Putty.”

Hawk laughed softly, petting Johnny’s back.

* * * *

“Wow. Look at all these stores. Where are we going?” Johnny was like a kid at Christmas. His eyes darted everywhere at once. There were so many people that he held Cecil’s hand, afraid of getting lost. Hawk and Maverick walked behind them talking about “business.” Boring. He dragged Cecil along when he spotted pretty slippers in a window. They had little pink bows on them. There was even a matching robe with pretty bows on the pockets. Johnny smashed his face into the glass, trying to get a closer look.

“You know, we can always go in and look at it.” Cecil pulled him along, taking him over to where the robe and slippers were. He took one off the rack and had Johnny try it on. With everyone feeding him, Johnny had gained a good ten pounds in the last three weeks. He looked healthier, but he still had a long way to go.

Cecil had made himself Johnny’s personal nutritionist. The Internet was a wealth of knowledge, and he scanned the sites for a proper diet that would help him. Cecil had made him step on a scale to see where he was at so he could plan accordingly. Fucking eighty pounds. Cecil almost fell over. One of Hawk’s thighs probably weighed that much.

Cecil had him pick out the slippers he wanted as well, and then they headed to the register.

* * * *

Johnny pulled out his wallet that Hawk gave him and got his credit card out that his mate sent away for. It even had his name on it. He was nervous, though, never having used one before. Cecil promised to help if he forgot what Hawk told him.

The cashier rang up his purchase, and Johnny handed him his credit card. He waited for the man to ask if he wanted credit or debit. Excited buzzed through him. He repeated his pin over and over again until he had it memorized.

“Credit or—”

“Debit!” Oops. He was a little
too
excited. Cecil giggled beside him, and Johnny blushed. The man smiled and asked him to enter his pin. Johnny carefully pushed the buttons, repeating the numbers in his head. Hawk said not to tell anyone the numbers even if they asked. His mate said people stole those numbers and spent other people’s money. No one was going to steal Johnny’s money.

The man handed him his card and receipt. He took his bag and ran out to Hawk to show him what he bought. Cecil told Hawk that he didn’t need any help.

“You did good, pretty baby. And the robe and slippers are pretty.” Hawk leaned down and whispered in Johnny’s ear. “You can show them off to me tonight.” He winked at him.

Johnny blushed and nodded.

“Put your credit card away, sweetie. It’s still in your hand.” Johnny looked down and saw the silver plastic clutched in his fist. He folded his receipt and stuffed both away. Grabbing Cecil’s hand, they were off again. Johnny looked over his shoulder to make sure Hawk was still behind them. Hawk winked at him as he talked with Maverick. Johnny smiled then turned back around.

Cecil had taken him into a dark store that had all kinds of weird things, like skulls and crossbones and little elves and fairies. The music was blasting, and it was creepy. People kept bumping into him, and they even had piercings sticking out of their noses and lips. Johnny began to panic. He didn’t like this store and wanted to leave. He pulled on Cecil’s hand, but Cecil kept going deeper into the store.

Johnny pulled his hand from Cecil’s and covered his ears. The music hurt. It wasn’t like the music at home. This music sang about suicide and blood. Johnny bumped into people as he tried to escape. He wanted Hawk, but he didn’t see him. Tears ran down his face as he smashed his eyes closed.

“Hey, kid, are you okay?” Johnny opened his eyes and saw a man with skulls sticking out of his eyebrows, and he cried harder. Where was Hawk? Arms circled around him, making Johnny jump. He spun around to see his mate lifting him in his arms. Hawk took him out of that awful store. He crushed his arms around Hawk’s neck, not caring who saw him crying or hugging his mate.

“Shh, Daddy’s got you. Stop crying.” Hawk wiped his tears and kissed his eyes. Johnny started to calm down. He had the hiccups now. Hawk rubbed his back, rocking him in his arms. They were sitting on a bench outside the store that scared him.

“You’re okay now. Stop crying, pretty baby.” Hawk just held him, laying his cheek on Johnny’s head.

Cecil came running out of the store in a panic. He spotted Johnny and ran to him. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know the store was going to scare you. I was looking everywhere for you when you yanked your hand from mine. Please don’t ever run away from me again. You scared ten years off of me.” He ran his hand over Johnny’s hair.

Johnny buried his face in Hawk’s chest, wanting the feeling of being safe, inhaling his mate’s scent to calm himself down. He was still hiccupping though.

“You okay now?” Hawk brushed his hand over Johnny’s hair and kissed his forehead. Johnny nodded and slipped off his lap.

He grabbed Cecil’s hand again and started walking, feeling totally embarrassed for crying like a baby. Cecil squeezed his hand. “It’s okay. I still get scared sometimes, too. Don’t tell anyone, but I can’t sleep in the dark.”

Johnny smiled, feeling better. They went to a craft store next, and Johnny’s jaw dropped as he slowly spun in a circle. They had everything sparkly he could ever want. They even had sparkly nail polish.

Following Cecil’s lead, Johnny picked up a small basket by the door, and browsed around. After dropping pink toenail polish and sparkly wristbands into his basket, Johnny picked out a pink wallet for Hawk and one for Maverick. He went to the register, not shouting this time, and paid for his items.

Johnny ran the wallet to his mate, excited to give it to him.