Chain Male

by Angelia Sparrow, Naomi Brooks

  Jace rubbed his arm. "You still all right?"

  "Still fine. This is really turning me on, Jace."

  "Kinky librarian," Jace teased, stealing a kiss. "Hang in there and we'll fix that."

  Chad gave him a big smile, hoping it looked as much like a leer as he wanted it to. "Having plenty of ideas about exactly how."

  "Good." Jace tweaked his nipples and Chad squirmed in his bonds. He sucked in his breath when Jace stroked his cock. "All mine when we get back to our tent. I say fuck getting you dressed. I'll just pack up and lead you back still tied."

  "I like that idea." Chad licked his lips and the tip of his nose. "Get your argr thrall home in one piece and he'll make you very, very happy you did."

  Jace kissed him again, but turned away suddenly.

  "How much for the thrall as well as the mail?" a deep voice asked.

  Chad froze. He didn't know where Jace was going with this. He trusted Jace. A couple deep breaths slowed his suddenly pounding heart, but he flinched when a strange hand, soft and damp, touched his arm.

  "He's badly trained," the stranger continued, the too-soft hands unpleasantly moist as they touched his chest and pinched his nipples.

  Oh God. "Jace," he yelped.

  "Get your hands off my lover," Jace said, his voice cold. "Even in a regular store, it's bad form to handle the mannequins. If you know so much about training, then you know that putting your hands on someone else's sub is not done."

  "Poseurs," the newcomer sneered. "A real master knows his boy is his and is not afraid of others handling him."

  "Chad is my lover and my display help tonight. We aren't in the scene."

  The stranger gave a nasty laugh. "So sure? I could have sworn he was deep in subspace before that last customer interrupted him." He flicked Chad's cock and laughed again. "I'll see you at a play party in a few months, I'm sure."

  "Apples, oh God, apples! Get him away from me!" Chad twisted in the ropes.

  Jace's hands, warm, dry and callused, stroked his shoulders. "You're all right, babe. He won't touch you again. Or I'll have the Brute Squad throw him out." Chad could tell this last wasn't directed to him. Jace's hands reassured him. "Are you fine, or do I need to untie you?"

  Chad took a couple of shaky breaths. "I'll be all right. I can make it to the end."

  "Proud of yourself, are you, Lord Asshat? You made him safeword with a bare touch." Jace left one hand on Chad's chest but moved away a little.

  The only answer was the same nasty laugh. "See you soon," drifted back.

  "No," Chad said. "No playing. Not with him ever."

  Jace cupped his face and kissed him. "Never ever. I don't play with asshats who don't respect limits." Chad relaxed under the kiss.

  "That's sweet. And very hot," said a female voice.

  "Can I show you something?" Jace asked.

  "Other than more of those kisses, yes."

  Jace took one more and Chad relaxed again. He caught his breath when Jace quit touching him to go show the woman something on the table. He was fine. He wasn't hurt. He could still hear Jace talking. He took some deep breaths and let the smooth wood at his back comfort him.

  "Oyez! Oyez!" came a loud voice from the center of the tent. "The sale will close in thirty minutes. Begin making your final selections."

  Thirty minutes. He could do this. His cock had started to flag, the weight of the chain getting to it. Chad relaxed into one of his favorite fantasies.

  Jace stood over him, wearing the boots and leather pants and a mail chest harness. Silver rings glinted in his nipples and his eyes glinted just as hard. Chad waited on his knees, his hands bound as Jace circled him.

  "Such a pretty boy I have. Kinky little fucker, too." His fantasy had acquired Jace's tendency to talk during sex. "Lick my boots and we'll see what else your tongue is good for."

  Chad imagined licking across the toe of Jace's boots, the smell and taste of leather filling his senses. He licked the whole instep, then around the ankles. He was working his way up the top of the boot when Jace touched him, jarring him out of the fantasy.

  "Keep thinking sexy thoughts. We're selling well. Not much longer and then I can take that home and enjoy." Chad didn't safeword when Jace's hand cupped his balls. "You are so hot. I don't know how I'm going to manage to pack up with you just standing there looking like that." Jace stroked one finger along the bottom of his cock and left to go make a sale.

  The herald announced the fifteen-minute warning. Chad shifted his feet. Standing around for two hours did get tiring. He heard Jace starting to pack, then a sale interrupted. He was pleased Jace had done so well and more pleased that he had helped.

  The herald announced the sale was closed. All shoppers were to vacate upon finishing the current transaction. Merchants had fifteen minutes. Hurried clanking told him Jace was racing against the clock. Chad felt Jace slide the staff out from the holder and uproot the holder. He wobbled, unsteady and lost in the dark until Jace guided him to the cart and looped the towing rope around his chest.

  "I could help," Chad offered.

  "You are helping. You're motivating me. The faster I get this loaded"--Jace interrupted himself--"ah there. The faster we can go. Can you walk on a leash if I lead you carefully? I need you to pull the wagon."

  "Sure, display case, draft horse, sex slave. Anything else I can do for you, oh my lord and master?"

  Jace laughed and gave him a kiss. He eased Chad to sit on something that felt like a tote. "Stamp down. I won't let you walk barefoot in the woods." Chad got into his boots with Jace's help. "Let's get back to the tent." He looped a thick chain around Chad's neck and secured it so it wouldn't slide and choke him. Then Jace tugged on the leash and helped him up before harnessing him to the wagon.

  Chad threw his weight against the wagon's rope and it moved more easily than he had expected. Jace had had a really good night. He followed the gentle urging of the leash. Jace's hand rested very close to his throat and Jace kept him near.

  He could tell when they stepped out of the warm, lit tent into the October night. Cool air hit his face and the dark became impenetrable. He hoped Jace would leave him blindfolded for the sex part.

  They walked slowly, Jace picking their path. Chad followed, towing the wagon along the road. The broad road seemed easy to walk by day, but at night it was a trap of uneven ruts, stones and unexpected holes.

  They made it back to the tent and Jace parked the wagon. Chad heard him pick up the moneybox and then felt him tug the leash again. The familiar smell of the tent surrounded him.

  "Blindfolded and bound?" Jace asked. "You ready for that much kink or shall I undo you?"

  Chad smiled. "Blindfolded and bound. I'll let you know if I need to be untied." He took a breath and eased himself to his knees. "I need to suck you."

  Jace put one hand on his head and fumbled with the other. "Oh babe." He guided Chad to his cock and gently fed it into Chad's parted lips. Chad bumped his nose against Jace's fingers. "Don't want you to choke."

  Chad licked along the bottom of Jace's cock, his whole world reduced to sound and smell and touch, with taste overwhelming them all. He breathed deeply through his nose, taking in the scent of the canvas and the cedar of the bed, of damp forest and Jace's own heady musk after a day without a shower.

  The hard velvety head filled his mouth. The shaft parted his lips, sliding gently across them. His own cock jerked in its chains, dislodging the cloak and slipping out into open air.

  Jace's fingers tightened in his hair. "You suck so good. So sexy like this."

  Chad came from the words and the whole night all at once. He pressed down and nipped Jace's fingers, wanting more of his cock. Just as he took it all, Jace came, shuddering and gasping.

  "So hot. I couldn't last." Jace eased him off and stroked his face.

  "I came, too," Chad confessed.

  "Sexy boy." Jace helped him to his feet and took the blindfold off of him. Chad almost missed the comforting blackness. The single c
andle in the tent seared his eyes and he closed them again.

  Jace untied his hands and rubbed them to get the circulation going again. Chad flexed his fingers and them wrapped his arms around Jace's neck and pulled him close for kisses.

  "Did you mean what you said to Lord Asshat? About me being your lover?" he asked.

  "Yeah." Jace gave him a half-smile and kissed him. "You bet I did." He rubbed Chad's arms. "Let me get the boots and chain off you and get into bed. You're getting all goose pimply."

  "That's you making me feel sexy." Chad grinned, pulling the cloak around the rest of him as Jace started freeing his cock.

  Jace stood up and dropped the mail on the chest that served as a little table. "Only because you are sexy." He yawned hugely and pulled his watch out of his pouch. "It's almost three. Bedtime for pretty argr thralls that give amazing head."

  Chad kissed him and slipped between the blankets.

  * * * *

  The next morning brought fog and a cold gray drizzle that never quite turned to rain. Jace called it a day before breakfast.

  "Let's just pack it in. We can spend the rest of the morning in bed. In fact, you stay put and keep it warm."

  He was gone about an hour and Chad had fallen back to sleep, lulled by the fuzzy patter of the water. It wasn't rain on a tin roof, but it soothed him anyway.

  "We're all packed up. All we have to do is knock the bed apart and take the tent down. I'm chilly."

  Jace slid off his boots and wet clothes, toweled off and slid down into the blankets with Chad. Chad snuggled him up, not sure if he wanted to go back to sleep or if he was interested in something more.

  Jace was indeed chilled, his skin clammy from working in the cool dampness. Chad held him closer, rubbing his ass, that eminently squeezable ass, which seemed to be the coldest part of him. His cock woke up and took notice of what was in his hands.

  "What do you want?" Jace asked, kissing his neck. Chad just looked into those bright blue eyes and tried to decide if this was the right time to ask.

  "I want to fuck you," Chad whispered, barely believing he was saying the words.

  Jace's eyes got big and a wide smile crossed his face. "Thought you'd never ask, babe. I've been dying for a ride since I saw your cock." He reached over the side and came up with a condom and lube.

  "Riding is good," Chad managed, barely keeping from laughing at the music in his head. He didn't want to explain to Jace the phrase "I wanna take a ride on your disco stick" had gotten stuck on repeat.

  Jace kissed him and the music turned off as his body woke all the way up. His cock poked against Jace's stomach and Jace's tongue slipped into his mouth, which felt like its second home these days. He never expected a man to like kissing as much as Jace did. Those full, soft lips were made for it, and he was pleased Jace liked to use them.

  Jace kissed down his throat to play with his nipples. Chad arched and whimpered under the treatment.

  "So sensitive. I could play with these all day just to see if it'd make you come. That's why I got mine pierced, to make 'em more sensitive."

  "It's really sexy," Chad said, reaching for one of the rings. Jace hissed a little when he tugged on it. "Sensitive part seems to be working, too."

  "All the sensitive parts are working just fine, babe." Jace thrust his own hard cock against Chad's thighs.

  "Mine are getting oversensitive." He stroked Jace's cock and watched. Jace rolled him onto his back and kissed him.

  Jace reached over for the condom and caught one corner of the package in his teeth. With a wink, he ripped it open and rolled it onto Chad's cock with a flourish. Chad grinned goofily. Jace's move could have been cheesy or sleazy, but it actually looked sexy and fun instead. Lube followed the condom, cool even through the latex.

  Jace knelt over him, taking another kiss. Then he tipped Chad's cock straight up and began lowering himself onto it. Chad held his breath as Jace reached the tip and started pressing down. The resistance of Jace's body scared him. Horror stories of penile fractures filled his mind. Then Jace opened around him, taking him in with an almost-audible pop.

  Jace slid down slowly, his eyes shut, his mouth open in ragged breaths. Once he was settled, he opened his eyes and looked down at Chad. "Damn."

  "Am I hurting?" Chad really hoped not. Jace felt amazing around him, all hot and tight, a slow gentle massage as he clenched and relaxed.

  "No. Just been too fucking long with no fucking," Jace said.

  Chad laughed and thrust up lightly, not wanting to hurt or dislodge Jace. Jace caught his breath sharply.

  "Yeah, more." Jace flexed his thighs and rose up a little. Chad's mind went straight to his balls as Jace rode him with slow, gentle strokes. Nothing existed except the intense blue eyes, the full mouth, the shining silver rings and the tight hot ass around him. He was pretty sure he babbled, but had no idea what his mouth was saying. All that mattered was the motion, the heat, the explosion he could feel building in his lower belly and balls.

  "Oh baby. Hottest fucking thing ever. Pound me. Get me off." Jace guided Chad's hand to wrap around his cock as he rode.

  Chad tried to oblige but after two good thrusts, the building explosion cut loose, surging up and out of his cock, sending sparks flying along every nerve of his body and making his spine light up like a Christmas tree.

  "Ack!" Jace gave a strangled gasp and Chad blinked his eyes clear to see he had a death grip on Jace's cock. He loosened his hold and stroked it with intent to bring his lover off.

  "Sorry."

  "It's all right." Jace shoved into his hand just a little and came all over his stomach. Before Chad could deal with the awkwardness of trying to figure out how to clean up, Jace slid off his cock, yanked the condom and was licking up his own seed off Chad's belly. Chad just watched, this kinky new trick seeming as hot as anything else they'd done. He lay quietly, wondering how Jace had that much energy when his own body seemed to be spaghetti muscles over tapioca bones.

  * * * *

  They lay together a while and listened to the noises of the camp breaking around them. Finally Jace stirred and sat up.

  "Wow." He leaned down and kissed Chad. "That was terrific. Thanks."

  Chad just blinked. "You're thanking me? Jace, no one ever wanted me enough to kiss me, let alone be naked with me before you. I should be spending the rest of my life thanking you." He sat up and kissed Jace again, wrapping his lover up in his arms, kissing until neither of them could breathe.

  "We gotta go back to real life, now." Jace sighed.

  "Yeah. You go get the car. I'll finish in here. I think I can take the bed apart."

  Jace kissed him again and started dressing. Chad watched, thinking how odd he looked in a T-shirt and jeans. He threw on a jacket instead of a cloak, bounced his keys in his hand and left.

  Chad sat up and looked around once more. He dressed slowly and then rolled the bedroll up and stuffed it in its bag. He carried the totes and boxes out, noticing that Jace had already taken down the candleholders. He untied the bedspring ropes. The sound of a car outside slowed his unweaving of the bed. It had been very comfortable.

  "The tent boards go on the sides. The bed goes in first."

  "Bed's almost ready," Chad said.

  Jace came in and helped him finish, then packed it. So quickly and precisely he almost couldn't follow it, Chad helped Jace load their camp into the trailer and secured the tarp. His stomach grumbled and he yawned.

  "We'll hit a breakfast buffet on the way out," Jace promised.

  They ate a quiet breakfast, neither talking much as they devoured bacon and sausage, coffee and pancakes with the appetite that working out in cold damp weather creates. Chad watched out the car window as they pulled into the parking space at Jace's apartment.

  "When can I see you again?" Jace asked.

  Chad didn't look at him. "Anytime you come to the library." He stared a little more, not ready for it all to be over.

  "Do you want to come in?"

  Cha
d said nothing. He was tempted. If he went in, he might stay all afternoon and overnight and he didn't have anything to wear to work except the new tan tunic. He didn't think the director would approve, not with a business casual dress code.

  "Fine," Jace snapped. "I'm sorry. Whatever I fucked up, I'm sorry. Maybe--"

  Chad turned and kissed him, suddenly and hard. "You haven't fucked up. I had a great time. In fact, I don't want it to end. I'm just not sure about showing up Monday wearing what I had on Friday, or my new tunic."

  Jace laughed, a sound of pure relief. "Is that all? I was afraid I had hurt you, like broken your cock or something." He kissed Chad. "I have a washer. If it's clean and fresh smelling, who cares if you wear the same outfit every day?"

  Chad nodded. "I'll come in, borrow your washer, mooch dinner and beg crash space, if you'd like."

  "And he's suddenly twenty." Jace laughed. "Sure."

  "I'm twenty-six. Let's go. I need a shower."

  Jace's hand found its way down his chest and into his lap. "Really? Want some company?"

  "Down boy. We'll snuggle after the laundry is started and after the showers."

  "That works."

  They carried the cooler box, the food crate and their personal clothing into the apartment. Chad started the wash while Jace put food away.

  The hot shower sluiced delightfully over Chad's grimy, sweaty body. Jace was an Irish Spring man, with a taste for Ocean Breeze shampoo. He preferred Dial and vanilla.

  He came out of the shower to something that smelled wonderful. Jace gestured for him to take over on the spaghetti sauce while he grabbed a shower. Chad had it on the plates and ready when Jace came back toweling off his hair.

  After dinner, they cuddled on the couch, watching Boondock Saints, slow motioning through the nude scenes in the special features DVD.

  "Sexy." Chad yawned and stretched as he looked at the clock. "I have to get up in the morning."

  "Yep. I gotta take you to work," Jace agreed with a yawn of his own. "I'll get the rest of the gear unloaded tomorrow. Gotta hang the tent over the fence to dry and air out before I fold it away for the winter."