Jared Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (2 page)

“What health benefits?” Jared led them into his kitchen, which was just as tidy and bare as the rest of the house. He settled at the table then offered a chair to McBride and Easton.

“Stimulating our prostates and causing fluid to be expelled is said to prevent several diseases of the genitals.” Easton took the chair to the right of Jared while McBride took the one across from him.

What amazed McBride was that Easton talked about what was done to him without one shred of shame or embarrassment. He was remarkably forward about what it meant to be a thrall. McBride was hoping some of that might rub off on Jared, who was always rather closemouthed about everything. Not that McBride needed to know his innermost secrets, but some showing of his unique personality would be nice.

“I would like to see this procedure.” Jared looked at McBride.

“Well, considering that he’ll be your mate, he won’t need to be milked anymore.”

“I realize that, but I would like to see so that I know he hasn’t been broken.”

Judging by the look on his face, Jared was far more interested in watching his future mate be milked than assuring himself of anything. Since McBride had had the same prurient interest, he didn’t see any harm in letting him witness what milking was, as long as Easton didn’t.

“I assure you, my factory seal is quite intact.” Easton straightened in the chair. To be accused of being broken was a rather grave insult. It meant that someone had used him sexually and then discarded him. That happened, but only if the thrall was so dreadful at sex or had some other kind of major issue. Basically, once a thrall was given to a slammer, it was for life.

“I inspected him myself before I bought him.” After what had happened with one of the other thralls, McBride had been far more thorough with Easton than he had been with the other two.

“I just wish to see for myself.” Jared crossed his arms. “It is my right, isn’t it?”

“It is.” McBride nodded. “Do you wish to inspect him yourself or see the milking and then inspect him?”

“I want to see the procedure and then examine him.”

Easton shoulders slumped again, but he straightened them rather suddenly. “I am not afraid of this. I have done nothing wrong.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything.” They were the first kind words Jared had spoken to him, and given the look that crossed Easton’s face, he understood why Jared was being so careful. In a way, so did McBride. It was a lifetime commitment that was being made, and he wanted to assure himself he didn’t regret taking Easton later.

“I know you want to ensure you are not stuck with a bad thrall.” McBride nodded to Jared. “My assurances aren’t as powerful as seeing for yourself.”

“Yes.” Jared looked relieved. He wasn’t trying to be rude. He simply wanted to be cautious.

McBride stroked his finger over his right earlobe, activating the communication unit. In a flash, his butler answered, then conveyed his request to the valet. “My valet will be here shortly.” McBride looked around the kitchen. “We should do this in the bathroom.”

“Or outside,” Easton suggested.

A look of surprise brightened Jared’s face. “You don’t mind that the others might see?”

“No. Why should I?” Easton shrugged. “In the thrall house, there was a long line of us and we could see those nearest to us. Besides, I’ve always wanted to feel the sun on me while the procedure was done.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I just wanted to. Maybe because it would be so different from having it done in a darkened room as if it were something shameful.”

“They didn’t turn on the lights?” Jared was leaning on the table, which put him closer to Easton. McBride took it as a good sign. Jared seemed to be honestly interested in Easton’s experiences. He hoped that as they talked they would find the commonalities that would bind them together to form a strong couple.

“The lights were on, but dim. I’m not sure if there was a reason for that.”

“The power drain.”

“What?” Jared asked.

“I’m thinking they worried about the lights flickering when they flipped the switch and gave all the thralls a dose of electricity.” McBride imagined a row of beautiful young men all creaming at the same time. He had no clue why the visual of that aroused him so, but it did, and he simply accepted it. If talking about and displaying it to others didn’t bother Easton, McBride saw no reason he should be ashamed he enjoyed thinking about it.

“It was a very low dose of power, though,” Easton said, squirming in his seat.

“Right, but there were many of you all getting a jolt at the same time.”

“Oh. Perhaps you are right.” Easton continued to wriggle in his seat.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m sorry. I’m just anticipatory. If you’ve never had it done, you can’t imagine how good it feels.”

“From what Bailey’s mate, Ferris, said, you aren’t aroused when you are milked.”

“Normally, no, but I am now.” Easton looked down at his lap, compelling Jared to stand and look, too.

“You’re hard.”

“Believe me, I know.” Easton laughed lightly. “I’ve never been milked when I’ve been hard.”

“I wonder if it will feel better than when you’re soft.” Jared licked his lips.

McBride smiled. It might be strange and rather kinky, but the fact that Jared was so keen on witnessing this curious procedure was actually attracting him to Easton. All McBride had to do now was find mates for the last three brothers, and then…He allowed the thought to trail off and end. The goal had always been to find himself a companion, but he couldn’t do that now that he’d publically claimed Jonas. Had he waited a day, he wouldn’t be in this fix, but he’d wanted things settled. Actually, he’d been desperate to put a block between him and the eldest Morgan brother, Caleb. His grand plan had worked far better than he’d ever anticipated. Worse, there was no going back. What was done was done, and Caleb was so furious with McBride he’d never want him now.

“Okay then, let’s step out on the porch so you can watch this procedure and assure yourself your mate hasn’t been broken.”

Jared couldn’t wait to see his potential mate be milked. After hearing the two other thralls on the farm talk about the curious process, he’d dreamed of watching it. That hadn’t surprised him, but when he’d dreamed of
feeling
himself being milked, he’d been horrified. He’d woken up with messy sheets and a vague sense of unease. He was a slammer, and when he got a thrall it was he who would penetrate his mate, not the other way around. Jared had wanted to ask someone if his strange dreams and weirder desires were normal, but he kept everything inside. He didn’t want to be mocked. Caleb’s behavior had been much better once McBride told him to control himself if he wanted a thrall of his own, but now that the world was changing again, Jared had no idea if Caleb would hold to that promise anymore.

And for all any of them knew, Easton might be the last thrall that came onto the farm. If Jared rejected him, there may not be another for a long time or even ever. Jared knew that, but he still wanted to see the milking and make sure Easton wasn’t rejected by Ollie because he’d used him and found him unsatisfactory. Jared still didn’t quite believe that Ollie had given up a mate to focus on becoming a cook. Ollie had always been passionate about food, but he’d been just as passionate about having a mate.

There was a knock at the door.

“That will be the valet.” McBride rose, his massive height and bulk seeming to fill up the tiny house. Jared had never said anything, but he found himself in awe of his master. McBride exuded power and control, two things that Jared felt he lacked. “Are you sure you want to do this outside?”

“Yes.” Easton nodded eagerly. “As long as my owner doesn’t mind?”

Jared shook his head. He didn’t mind anyone watching what they were doing. It was on the tip of his tongue to correct Easton that he wasn’t his owner yet, but he chose not to do that. So far, Easton had been very indulgent with letting Jared inspect him. He didn’t need to be rude to get his way.

McBride strode out onto the porch where the valet was waiting. In clipped, concise terms, McBride explained what he wanted the mechanical servant to do.

“Yes, sir. Here, sir?” The valet examined the porch.

“Here, in the sun.” Easton stepped to the edge of the wooden porch that faced toward Ollie’s house. The place was vacant now that Ollie was living in the big house as McBride’s cook. Jared was hoping they could turn the house into some kind of recreation area with books, a gamer, and things like that, but he didn’t want to bother McBride with that now.

“Very good. Please lean forward.”

As Easton got into position, Jared stood next to him. He wanted to caress his own cock as he watched, but he didn’t because he wasn’t sure if that would be considered strange. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” McBride moved next to them, concern darkening his face.

“Can I touch him?” Jared wanted to hold Easton’s cock and feel the pulse of his climax. When McBride didn’t answer right away, Jared looked up and discovered a lusty grin transforming the harshness of his features.

“Do you mind if he touches you while you’re being milked?” McBride asked Easton.

Jared thought that McBride could just order him to submit, but that wasn’t the kind of man McBride was. He was never bossy or overbearing. Jared realized that if he wanted to be happy with Easton, he shouldn’t treat him like a thing without any rights. If he respected him and asked, he would probably be allowed to do whatever he wished. It was all in how he treated his potential mate. Respect begat respect. Jared filed that away for future reference should he find Easton acceptable.

Easton looked over at Jared. “I’d like that very much.” His cheeks turned pink as he looked down then back up.

Jared swallowed hard. He’d never been so aroused in his life. Something about the way Easton had glanced at him and blushed excited him. He felt like a hunter, zeroing in on his prey. But not to rip him apart and eat him. No. Jared wanted to mount him and fuck him. Stepping forward, he pressed against Easton’s side, and then slid his hand down until he cupped Easton’s prick.

Easton’s skin was very soft, but his cock was hard. Holding him gave Jared another surge of power that he found profoundly enjoyable. What intrigued him was that it wasn’t the power to hurt Easton, but the power to be able to give him pleasure. That was the most amazing sense of control he’d ever had.

“Oh.” Easton closed his eyes as his cock trembled in Jared’s hand.

“You’re getting harder.” Jared literally felt the blood pulsing into Easton’s cock. Having only touched his own, he marveled in the way Easton’s prick was so hard yet the skin surrounding it was so soft. His didn’t feel quite like that, but maybe it was because he was more focused on the feeling in his dick than what he could feel with his hand. The contrast between soft and hard caused him to lightly explore the length by slipping his hand up and down.

“I think I do not need to be milked.” Easton’s breath was ragged. He seemed to be struggling to stay upright.

“But I really wish to see and feel—” Jared almost let go of Easton. He would have, but McBride shook his head.

“You’re stimulating him to the point he’s going to climax.” McBride nodded down at Jared’s hand. “Don’t stop touching him, just hold your hand still for a moment.” McBride stepped close and wrapped his arm around Easton’s waist to hold him up. “Relax and draw a deep breath through your nose, Easton. Good. Now exhale through your mouth.”

When Easton did, he seemed to gain control over himself.

“Remember that just as you become aroused, you can hold yourself back.” McBride looked pointedly at Jared. “As you become more experienced with your partner, you’ll be able to push and pull one another along the edge.”

“Like a dance,” Jared said, thinking of what it would be like for both him and Easton to be naked and pressed together. The idea of it caused his fist to tighten around Easton’s shaft and elicited a whimpering cry that made his cock swell in response. “I want him.”

“What?” Easton turned his head so he could look directly into Jared’s eyes. “I thought you wanted to examine me and be sure?”

“I am sure.” Jared had never done anything impulsively, but he decided in that instant that he wanted Easton no matter what. He was beautiful and more than willing to indulge Jared even when he didn’t understand why. “I want you.”

“I want you, too.” A smile of relief enhanced Easton’s beauty.

“Do you want to continue with the milking?” McBride asked.

“I do if my mate doesn’t mind.” Easton looked eager to have this finished. Given how hard his prick was in Jared’s hand, he could understand why. “That way, when we come together later, I won’t climax so quickly.”

“I don’t mind.” Jared wanted to see and feel what the procedure did to Easton.

With McBride’s permission, the valet stepped forward. He slipped his metallic hand down between Easton’s buttocks.

“What’s he doing, exactly?” Jared couldn’t see from his angle. If he let go and moved back he might be able to, but he’d much rather hold on to Easton.

“He’s sliding his finger inside until it presses—ah!” Easton closed his eyes and lifted his butt higher.