Making His Stand

by Thianna Durston

  “Well now, that’s a nice thing to hear. But I still want you to stroke it. Come fall, I’m going to start you on yoga.”

  “Why?” James asked, giving that adorable confused expression Alec cherished.

  “Oh, James. It will help stretch your muscles so I can bend you into the most delightful of positions. Just imagine if you could bend that spine enough to suck your own dick.” James’s mouth fell open and his hand sped up. “Slow down, pup. If you come, I’m going to turn the vibrations up on high and you’re going to be uncomfortable all night long.” James froze and then moved his hand slowly. “There you go. Just so you know. When you do get to the point where you can suck on your dick, it will only be with my okay. That cute dick belongs to me.”

  “Yes… Sir.” There was something about the pause before James said “Sir” that told Alec there was something else he wanted to call him. He was intrigued to know what it was, but so far James had hemmed and hawed about not having made a decision. Alec had the feeling James had a title he wanted to use but was too nervous about it. He would have to do a scene that would pull that word out of his sub and then talk to him about it. As long as it wasn’t something like asshole, Alec could work with it. Plus, he needed to know what word came to mind when James thought of him.

  When they got within five minutes of the dock, there were a lot more boats around and James tensed. “Put your dick away, pup.” He smirked at the relief on James’s face as he did so. Not out of the woods yet, pup. He turned the vibrations back on and James let out a low groan as they coasted in. Once moored, he hopped up on deck and held out a hand to help James out of the boat. As they walked toward terra firma, he turned off the vibrations.

  James let out a whoosh of air. “I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold back,” he said with a wince. “I really need to come.”

  “And you didn’t get sick,” Alec said with a grin. “On the way home, I’ve got even more fun in store. Now that I know it works? We have more excursions ahead. Just think of all the ways I can torture you to keep your mind off the waves?”

  James muttered something under his breath and Alec caught the phrase. “Slate and Becca are right. Doms are evil.”

  He burst out laughing. “Oh, James, we are. You’ve only seen a tip of the iceberg.”

  Those brown orbs he adored lit up. “I look forward to it, Alec.”

  Dating in the abstract or memories of dates in high school and college had always brought a bad taste to Alec’s mouth. Dating James was a breeze. It was like walking around the island with him, only it included fine dining and a play. They also shopped at a warehouse store to beef up on some basics.

  By the time they arrived back on Elan Isle, James had come and was whimpering from the constant vibrations on his dick. As soon as they were back on land, Alec turned them off. “All right, pup. We’ve had a good night and you’ve come twice. I think it’s my turn now.” They hauled their purchases up to Alec’s cabin. “Strip, pup.”

  James obeyed quickly and moaned in appreciation as Alec removed the toys. “Put your shoes back on.” That took a little longer as it was obvious James had an inkling of what that meant. Once they were on, Alec crooked his finger. “Follow me.” He opened his back door and strode toward the trees.

  “Sir,” James hissed.

  Alec didn’t look around. “If you’re not right behind me by the time I turn around, I’m putting those vibrators back on and they’ll be on full speed all. Night. Long.” The fast footsteps approaching from behind made him smile. He strode through the few trees to the other side where the ground met the water. Perfect.

  Alec leaned back against a tree and looked at his sub. “Our test results came back today. We’re both clear.” In the darkness he couldn’t see James’s eyes, but he did see him nod. “On your knees, pup. It’s time to suck my cock.”

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  James was thrilled. He’d wanted to taste Alec since that first night and finally he would get to. While he had no idea what to do, he would give it his finest shot. The ground was mossy and he sunk to his knees in front of his Dom. Alec seemed content to just lean against the tree so he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock out.

  Damn but it was a nice piece of flesh. Thick and veiny and hot. In the light of the moon, he saw a tiny drop glisten on the tip. Not even wanting to resist, he licked it, a slightly salty taste teasing along his tongue.

  “There you go. Get to know my shaft, James. Be a good pup and lick my cock.”

  Desire shot through him and James indulged. He plunged his nose into Alec’s curls and inhaled, loving the scent of his Dom, his boyfriend. Once he’d inhaled enough to make him feel high, he placed his tongue flat against the bottom of Alec’s shaft and licked all the way up to the tip, loving the feel of every vein, every bump. While they hadn’t discussed it, he wondered if Alec would fuck him bare now. Just the thought of having Alec fuck him without a condom was enough to make him beg.

  He grasped hold of Alec’s cock and licked the tip, groaning as the full taste of Alec’s precum coated his tongue. He tasted of salt and sweet and Alec. Better than James had expected.

  “That’s it,” Alec said with a grunt. “Lick the tip over and over like an ice cream cone. Don’t miss a drop, pup.”

  Following that direction was all too easy. Each lap of his tongue brought more of that delicious liquid into his mouth. He wanted to wrap his lips around the end and suck, but he was just barely hanging onto the need that filled his entire body. So he followed Alec’s guidance.

  “A little faster, pup. Good pup. That’s it. Lick right into the slit. Ah, good pup. A little faster.” Alec’s legs tensed and his cock grew a little firmer. “Atta boy. Now I’m getting close and I don’t want you to miss a drop, so wrap those gorgeous lips around the tip and lick the slit until I come. Then you swallow like the good puppy you are.”

  The words turned him on almost as much as the taste. James loved being Alec’s pup. He never would have imagined it in the past, but he couldn’t get enough of it now.

  He sucked the tip in between his lips and licked at the slit over and over, excitement bursting in his stomach at what was about to happen. Alec threaded his long, thick fingers into James’s hair and held his head in a vice. “Drink it down, pup. Drink my cum.”

  Spurts of salty, viscous liquid erupted in his mouth and James tried to swallow but one of the jets hit his gag reflex and he started to choke. Almost instantly, Alec’s thumb stroked his throat. “Swallow, pup. It will feel better if you swallow. You can do it, James.”

  Even as the desire to jerk away and gag almost overcame him, he listened to Alec’s voice and forced himself to swallow. It was better. He swallowed again. The taste of Alec filling his nose and mouth. When Alec’s cock slid from his lips, James leaned his head against Alec’s thighs, panting slightly.

  “You did well, pup.”

  Alec’s words of praise filled James up and he sighed. “You taste good…” James stilled as the title he wanted to call Alec almost dropped from his lips.

  A rumble of a chuckle left Alec’s lips. “Good to hear as you’ll be drinking a lot of it. Now,” he said, his tone firming, “you and I both know that several times tonight you’ve stopped yourself from saying something. I have the feeling it’s my title and you told me you hadn’t decided on it. Let’s get this out of the way. What is it?”

  James shrank a little. He couldn’t say it. He couldn’t. It sounded so wrong.

  “James,” Alec said, his voice deepening to a level James had come to learn meant he was on a very thin rope. “You will tell me now or I’m going to spank your ass, cover it with capsaicin cream, and let you try and sleep with that heat all night long. Now, pup.” The order was clear and James didn’t want to disobey. He wanted Alec to be pleased with him.

  “I’m afraid you’ll hate me for it,” he murmured.

  “I can tell. And that’s why you’re going to tell me so that this fear can be washed awa
y. The next word out of your mouth will be the title you wish to call me. And you have five seconds. Five…”

  Oh shit. He was counting down. James was momentarily shocked.

  “Four…”

  Shit. Shit. Shit. Becca mentioned Kendrick did that and it meant she was in deep trouble and had better spill the beans before he reached one or that trouble was going to triple.

  “Three…”

  He had to tell him. Had to. But what if Alec was horrified? What if he hated him for it?

  “Two…”

  “Chief,” he cried out and hung his head in shame. The word meant a lot to him, but he just knew others would laugh at him for such a choice. For some inexplicable reason, he craved it. Whenever Alec held him in his arms, punished him, or even when he fucked him into the sofa, James wanted to call him Chief and almost had several times. He’d tried to think in terms of Master or Lord, but neither felt comfortable, nor did they fit.

  “Hey.” Alec brushed the hair off his face and James realized he was kneeling in front of James. “Hey, pup, look at me.” He couldn’t. He was sure there would be condemnation in those eyes. “Pup, look at your Chief.”

  His breath caught and he looked Alec in the eye.

  “There you are,” Alec soothed. “There’s no reason to get embarrassed or worried. I have no problem with the title. Tell me why it’s important to you.”

  James sat back on his heels. “I never knew much about Native Americans outside what the vastly inaccurate high school text books taught until I roomed with Stan Blackbird of the Cherokee Tribe. He taught me a lot of things, but the one thing that stayed with me was the way he always said Chief. There was such respect in him for those who led his tribe and I guess that bled over to me. So many words have bad connotations, but Chief has nothing but good ones—for me at least. And since you’re my leader, my guide, and someone I trust with all that I am, Chief just seems right.”

  Alec pulled him close and pressed a kiss on top of his head. “I’m honored,” he said in a firm voice. “That is, indeed, a worthy title and one I will work hard to sustain. The most important part to me is that it’s the name you want to call me. So from now on, in scene or in the bedroom, you will call me…?” He cocked his head, waiting for James to fill in the word.

  “Chief,” James whispered.

  “Again. I want to hear it this time.”

  “Chief,” he said a little louder, feeling a little proud of himself. “You don’t think it’s, umm…”

  “Disrespectful to Native Americans?” Alec said, understanding. “Perhaps you should ask Stan how he feels about it. The word has been misused by many over the years and knowing you as I do, I understand that you would, in no way, want to use it disrespectfully. Now until you talk to Stan, how do you refer to me in scene or in the bedroom?”

  James couldn’t help but smile. “My Chief.”

  “Good pup. Now let’s go inside, take a nice hot shower, and go to bed. Becca’s keeping Zippo until tomorrow morning, so you can wake me up with a nice blow job just like you did tonight.” Alec stood and helped James to his feet. “In fact, I want you to wake me up that way when you bring me my breakfast every night you stay over. A BJ in the morning is the best way to wake up.”

  James was all right with that plan. He could hardly wait until the morning to suck his Chief awake.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  The ringing of his cell phone woke Alec up and with a groan he reached out for it. There was just enough light for him to know it was morning. Just very early morning. James was still asleep. “Hello,” he grumbled into the phone. Who would call him at four thirty in the morning on a Saturday?

  “Who is it, Chief?” James mumbled and curled up to Alec’s warm back. In the week since he’d received the okay from his friend Stan to call Alec Chief, James had let go and the more he used the word, the less fearful he was of it. Alec loved to hear it because each time, there was more love and pride in James’s tone. A long finger traced the sword tattoo down his spine making him smile. James loved that particular tat.

  “Alec?” Kendrick said. “Sorry to wake you up, but we’ve got a problem. Is James there with you?”

  “Yes. Why?” Alec sat up, already alerted by the word “problem”.

  “I got a call an hour ago from the State Police. I got down to the docks just as he got there. Turns out he needs to see James immediately.”

  “What’s wrong?” He wondered if one of James’s parents had died, but then kicked that thought out. They wouldn’t send a policeman all the way out to the island for that.

  “Get him dressed and down here. Turns out his father has suggested we kidnapped him and are keeping him against his will.”

  “What the fuck?” Kaliq hadn’t tried to contact James since that day weeks before. What the fuck was he doing? “We’ll be down.”

  “Alec? What happened?” James put a hand on his shoulder and leaned in.

  God. How could he explain this? “Get dressed, James. There’s a policeman down at the office who wants to talk to you.” He said the words in a calm voice but James’s eyes widened and fear entered them.

  “Why? I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t,” he said frantically.

  “I know,” Alec said in a calm voice. “Kaliq sent him.”

  James blinked. “What?”

  “Get dressed.”

  It took a little bullying to get James up and dressed as he was freaking out. Keeping him on track took several strong slaps to his ass and by the time they walked out the door with Zippo leading the way, James had gone quiet. While they could have walked, he figured expediency was important. So they took one of the electric carts.

  The office was blazing with light and when they walked in, Becca stood waiting with two cups of coffee. “Here. I thought you could use them,” she said, still looking half asleep herself. “Want me to take care of Zippo while you’re in there?”

  James shook his head.

  “Okay. Good luck.” Becca gave Alec a wan smile and stood back as he and James walked down to Kendrick’s office.

  James was furious. He’d never been so angry in his entire life. He was also afraid. For the first time in his life, he’d found a home with people who liked him for him. What if the cop could remove him? If Alec was right and Kaliq was behind this, he was done. Done with his father. Done with his family. Just fucking done.

  He stepped into Kendrick’s office with Alec’s firm hand on his hip. A sleep-rumpled Kendrick sat behind his desk and he looked up at James’s entrance. His blue eyes softened and he stood. “James, Alec, come in. Let me introduce Detective Steve Layton. Detective Layton, this is James Kaden-Scott and his partner, Alec Rowland. And for the sake of disclosure, we also have Ken Wryte on the phone. He’s the co-op’s lawyer.”

  It was a lot to take in and James turned to a man in jeans and a button-down shirt seated just behind the door. He had short black hair and dark brown, assessing eyes. He stood and held out his hand. “Mr. Kaden-Scott.”

  “Call me James,” James said. “What’s going on?”

  A voice cleared over the phone line. “James, I know this is difficult, but for your sake, let all questions go through me. It will make things easier.”

  He wasn’t sure anything could make things easier, but he nodded all the same.

  “All right,” Alec agreed. “But work fast, Ken, because I’ve got a very scared man right here.”

  “Got it,” Ken said firmly. “Detective Layton, will you repeat for James and Alec what you just explained to Kendrick and myself?”

  With a nod, Detective Layton pulled out a notebook and opened it up. “A Mr. Kaliq Zaman has put in a report that his son, James Kaden-Scott, was convinced to come to Elan Isle under false pretenses, has been forced into homosexual practice, and is being denied the right to leave.”

  “Like hell!” James shouted, his fury going up even further.

  “James,” several voices said but it was Alec placing a calm hand o
n his shoulder that had him close his mouth.

  “James,” the detective said. “Will you tell me in your own words how you came to be here?”

  He took a few deep breaths to fight back the fury. Zippo’s yip drew his attention and he glanced down at his very agitated dog. “It’s going to be okay, Zippo,” he said, though he knew it wasn’t at the moment.

  “Why don’t you let Becca take him?” Kendrick encouraged. “He can feel how upset you are and it’ll be easier for you to express your feelings if he’s not at your feet, worried.”

  He didn’t want to, but he knew Kendrick was right so he gave a sharp nod. Alec picked up Zippo and took him to the door. Becca must have been there because he handed Zippo over and closed the door.

  “My biological father,” James said in a tense voice as he automatically ordered everything in his mind, “has been trying to get me to the Middle East since he first met me when I was twelve. Since I finished my doctorate, I knew I would have to give in soon unless I found a job. My friend Stan is the one who found the listing for the Elan Isle accountant and I applied, interviewed by Skype, and was subsequently hired by Kendrick Finleigh, head of the Elan Township Cooperative. I work here forty hours a week as their accountant.” He took another deep breath. “I’ve been gay my entire life, Detective Layton. Neither of my parents knew because my mom’s an evangelical Christian, I grew up in the Bible Belt, and my dad’s a Muslim.

  “The people of Elan Isle are the first people, besides my college roommate, to accept me as I am. I’ve never had to put on a mask. They know me as a gay man. In fact, with their encouragement, I’m an out and proud gay man.” He reached for Alec’s hand and pulled him up next to him. “And this is Alec Rowland, my partner. And Dom,” he said firmly. “I don’t know what you know about Elan Isle, Detective, but it’s a safe place for people who are into kink to live their lives without prejudice. Discounting my father,” he snapped.