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by JJ Giles


  “I’m happy for you.”

  “You can’t know what this means. We used to go to a Reds game every year. He wants to start over, Morgan. He’s giving me another chance.”

  “Actually...it sounds like its you who’s giving him another chance.”

  Jerry shrugged. “No. The things that happened to that boy in his youth are beyond reprehensible. I didn’t have the strength to stop it. He’s definitely giving me another chance and I’m taking it. Anyone who messes with my boy again will find themselves in the refrigerator at the morgue.”

  She clenched down on the penis and for a long moment stared deeply into him. “You’re speaking of your father now?”

  His hand rose to his face and wiped at it roughly.

  Her touch was more tender as she held his testicles in her hand. “It’s alright. Just let it go for now.”

  He nodded and drew in a deep breath. “Do you know how desperately I need you?”

  “Yes, I do. I’ll take care of you.”

  He leaned in a little wanting more than anything for her to cull his senses. “Would you like to come along? I’d really like for you to get to know him.”

  “Oh...” She shook her head. “You and your son need to spend some guy time together and get reacquainted.”

  “It’s not like you don’t know him. He gave me your card. He is or was a client of yours. A friend, something.”

  She hesitated. “But I don’t know anyone by the name of Abernathy other than you. Obviously, your son wants to hide his identity and I don’t have a problem with that. I see a lot of very high-profile people who don’t use their real names and pay in cash to keep their identities private. So whatever his affliction is or was, he wants it to remain private and I respect that. To have me shoved in his face would probably make him puke.”

  Heavily he sighed feeling her tenderness to his body. “You’re a good woman.”

  Her smile was broad, grateful for his appreciation. “Besides...I got a new client starting Saturday and I had to turn down an invitation to St. Maarten to get with her.”

  Jerry hesitated as he felt the ring lock around his Mistress’ penis so that she could play with it as she would. “Mistress…” He backed up to the bed to grasp the posters and better brace himself for the assault. “God, I love you.” He ached to his very soul knowing she was going to use him for her pleasure alone.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Too early on a Saturday morning, the ringing phone awoke Morgan to another day. Kitty stretched long and grasped it to drop it to her chest.

  “Yeah,” she whispered.

  A cute little squeal through the phone grated on Morgan’s ears. “Mistress Morgan!”

  “Caroline, what’s the matter?”

  Even though her husband stood beside her awaiting the Abernathy limo, she said, “Danny’s not feeling well today. I didn’t know if you wanted to see me alone or if I should cancel so you can perhaps fill that slot?”

  “You may come alone. I think this is a good opportunity to go to the club for some public humiliation tonight. Be at my condo at five.”

  “Yes, Mistress. Oh, I will. Thank you.”

  * * * *

  Quickly, Caroline hung up and squealed. Simply bubbling, she threw her arms around her husband. “She’s taking me out tonight.”

  “To the club?”

  Unable to retain her excitement, she yelped, “Yes.”

  A sudden wave of the relief of guilt washed over Dan and he grabbed the soft flesh between her legs and clamped down. “Pay attention. As long as Morgan is with you, I will allow you to be taken by no more than three men. Do you understand?”

  “Oh, Danny…”

  He pinched a little harder and then turned to the countertop to write out a note. “Give this to Morgan when you see her.”

  “I will. You are so sweet. I hope you and Brian have a good time.”

  “We will. And I want every detail of your little adventure recounted to me as soon as I get home. Just don’t tell Morgan I’m with Brian. I’m sick in bed, remember.”

  “I will, baby. And you’re going to tell him you want him to move in with us?’

  “We’ll see how it goes. With you as my slave and him as my submissive, I can’t think of a more congenial way to live.”

  “I hope it works out.”

  “I do, too. Regardless, I’m gonna have him all night long. So you have some fun, too.”

  * * * *

  “Dad, this is Dan Gregory,” Brian said happily. “Zero’s son.”

  “No shit,” Jerry said warmly. Taking Dan’s outstretched hand, Jerry held it tightly a moment. “It’s my pleasure.”

  “You, too, Mr. Abernathy.”

  “Ah, call me Jerry. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen the team play.”

  “I called Dad. We can sit in the dugout if you like, your box, whatever. And then we’re invited back to his house for dinner and a little partying afterwards.”

  “It sounds wonderful. So how the hell did you two meet?”

  Brian grinned. “A decidedly beautiful and somewhat vicious woman gave me Brian’s card to get some landscaping done.”

  “Morgan?”

  “Yeah, Morgan. And then we remembered we knew each other from a very long time ago. Kinda hangin’ out ever since.”

  With a broad smile, Jerry studied them trying to decide who was submissive and who was dominant in this relationship. Brian said, “Dad’s not real proud of me being the gardener.”

  Jerry watched Brian only a moment to see the lack of self-worth there. “You couldn’t be more wrong, Brian. I stopped into to see JD the other day. What you’ve done there is nothing less than inspiring.”

  Brian smiled and then looked away feeling a compliment bore into him.

  “I’m serious, Brian,” Jerry said adamantly. “I just never knew you were an artist.”

  A thin film of tears clouded Brian’s vision to hear acceptance in his father’s pride. “Thank you.”

  “Anyway, Morgan’s gonna entertain my wife tonight by taking her out for a little public humiliation.”

  Easily Brian laughed, wishing he could bilocate. “We may have to go watch sometime.”

  “No shit. But she cured me and now she’s educating my wife.”

  “Educating your wife?” Jerry asked.

  “My wife is being trained.”

  “Ahh, and my son is only too happy to do your bidding.”

  Dan laughed with a shrug. But Jerry smiled. Brian was coming home and this was the proof of it. Wherever he’d been for the last ten years, it was over now. And Brian was coming home.

  * * * *

  Morgan smiled broadly to see the very eager Caroline crawl through the door of her parlor quite naked and shimmering with delight. A piece of paper was held carefully between her teeth. She took the paper and unfolded it to read,

  Dearest Mistress Morgan,

  I very much appreciate that you’ve agreed to see my slave while I recover. I understand that you’re serving up public humiliation tonight and I’m sorry I have to miss it. Anything you feel appropriate is fine, however, I’d prefer that no more than three males have her.

  With all due respect,

  Dan Gregory

  Morgan merely wadded the note and tossed it capriciously to a corner. She peered down at Caroline’s bubbling countenance. “You’re having an awful lot of fun with this,” Morgan noted.

  Caroline smiled broadly and rolled her eyes.

  “Your Master doesn’t seem to mind if other males have you.”

  “No, he doesn’t. But there is something I don’t understand.”

  “What?”

  Caroline darkened a little. “Since Brian started hanging out with us, Dan doesn’t fuck me anymore. He makes Brian do it.”

  Morgan’s eyebrows arched with surprise. “And Brian is willing?”

  “Seems to be.”

  “Is Brian the first male he’s ever had?”

  “I can’t know f
or sure but I think so.”

  Morgan nodded. Latent homosexual first crossed her mind. It was obvious now that Dan was playing her. “Dan’s pretty hot for Brian, huh?”

  “He’s gonna ask him soon to move in with us.”

  “I would say pretty hot, then. But you’re wondering about your husband, aren’t you?”

  “Do you think he still loves me?”

  Morgan folded her arms under her breasts and studied Caroline. If Dan had developed a thing for Brian... Fuck. “What does it seem Brian feels for Dan?”

  “I think he’s pretty...uhhh...he does anything Danny tells him to.”

  “Including discipline you?”

  “Yes.”

  Deep inside Morgan shivered uncontrollably. How can she have lived with someone for ten years and not known him? To think that Brian could so easily wield a whip! To think that he had that much fond affection for men, the same as she had for women! Suddenly, it all came so clear. There was more Brian needed and he never told her about it. Her jealousy got in the way.

  “Are you aware that Brian is getting married, supposedly on September 6th?”

  Caroline’s eyes shot open and stared, leaving Morgan to believe that Caroline felt used. “No, I wasn’t.”

  Heavily, Morgan sighed. “Let’s, umm...let’s not say anything to anyone quite yet and just see where it goes. It could be that Dan is just excited to have a male around the house and if that’s the case, I have an entire list of submissives carefully trained to do anything he desires.”

  Caroline peered into her wide eyes a moment. “He could also be...never realized he’s gay.”

  Sadly, Morgan smiled. “I’m sorry, but that’s true, also, honey.” Morgan had the impression early on he needed a mommy before he wanted a wife. “But you might be surprised how many marriages actually work out when one spouse is gay. Obviously, he cares enough for you to make sure you’re satisfied. Three males tonight.” Her tone was upbeat to encourage Caroline.

  Caroline nodded, but it wasn’t exactly comfort.

  “You may need to redefine your marriage. But that doesn’t mean it won’t work out. He’s still sleeping in the same bed with you?”

  “Oh, yeah, with Brian behind him.”

  That didn’t make sense! Why the hell wasn’t Brian sleeping with his fiancée? Suddenly she realized there was no fiancée. Not any longer anyway. But maybe there never was and if the car he was driving was old, perhaps he merely purchased it. He was making good money lately. Damn, she thought to herself. Damnit! She was suddenly angry. Just needed to punish me for something. Either jealousy or my refusal to marry him. That’s it. Make me live without him and know what that’s like.

  It left her in a quandary. Should she hunt him down and punish her bad little slave? Could she live with his incessant demands to marry her?

  “And you enjoy being your husband’s submissive?”

  “Oh, God, yes.”

  Morgan smiled trying to return her attention to Caroline. “So you won’t, perhaps, have a traditional marriage but that doesn’t mean you won’t be in love.”

  Caroline’s reply was a smile.

  “Much better.” Morgan pinched a nipple a little. “So...public humiliation. A friend of mine is going to take care of you tonight. He loves you fuzzy little bunny things.”

  “He?”

  Morgan reached to the table and picked up a huge phallus to carefully stroke it in her hand. And then she held it up before Caroline. “This lovely thing was made from a mold of his weapon.”

  “Oh, my God.” Incredulously, she stared at the length and girth.

  “If you’d be so good as to bend over the horse, I’ll prepare you to meet him personally.”

  Caroline leapt to her feet, her breasts simply quivering. Quickly, she laid her upper body down and spread her legs. The phallus nudged at her anus and only the glans inside of her caused a throbbing pain. It took some time, but it was soon in fully.

  “How does that feel?” Morgan asked.

  “Impossible.”

  “Go wait by the front door.”

  * * * *

  Morgan smiled to see Caroline strung to the uprights and hear Jaxx shouting at ‘his little slut’ tonight. The blindfold became saturated and yet more tears slid down Caroline’s cheeks. Yet how easily Caroline could open his zipper with her teeth and how ravenously she could suckle her Master’s organ.

  Jaxx’s hot heavy hands lifted Caroline over the edge of the stage to lie on the floor at Morgan’s feet. Caroline merely crumpled to the floor so very content. Yet Morgan peered into Jaxx’s deep glowering eyes, their vision trained on each other.

  “I’ll be over in about an hour, baby,” he whispered.

  She drew in a deep breath and hauled Caroline away.

  * * * *

  A little dizzy, too much buzzed, Brian fell against the elevator wall that was to take him and Dan to their room. Even Jerry was giggling and staggering.

  “I need to sleep,” Jerry whispered, holding to his stomach.

  “It’s only midnight, Dad.”

  “Uh huh.” Helplessly, he staggered out of the elevator toward his room.

  Brian had had such a wonderful day. A day with his father like he hadn’t had for longer than he could remember. “I’ll be there in a minute,” he said to Dan.

  “I’ll probably be passed out by then.” Carelessly, he tripped away.

  “Nightcap?” Jerry offered.

  “Fuck no.” Heavily, he fell onto the bed. “I just wanted to thank you for coming along.”

  “I’m thanking you for the invitation.” Yet he wondered whose idea the invitation had been. “But I’m curious. You and Dan get along real good.”

  “Yeah, we do.”

  But there was obviously more to it than friendship. “Lovers?”

  Brian darkened a little, instantly defensive. “Yeah.”

  “I want you to be happy, Brian. He’s a hell of a nice guy.”

  Brian searched for a hint of hypocrisy in that statement. “You mean you don’t mind?”

  “Not at all. In case you haven’t noticed, your sister is gay and I don’t have a problem with her. I know you’re bisexual and who you choose to make a life with...I want you to be happy. I would like to caution you however, that although it seems to me he’s gay, he’s also married and not real sure of himself yet. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

  “I can’t believe you’re saying this to me.”

  “Why? I’ve taken a few lovers in my life, too.”

  “You? Men?”

  “Yeah.” Jerry laughed a little. It seemed a little odd that this would be hard for Brian to understand. “Both very rewarding experiences.”

  “I guess I just thought of you as the ultimate ladies' man.”

  “You know I’m bisexual.”

  “Yeah, but burying it in the next available cockpit and actually caring for who’s wearing it is two different things.”

  “That sounds like Morgan.”

  Brian shrugged. “She’s really helped you, hasn’t she?”

  “She’s really helped me...so much.” But now that he was having this conversation with Brian, something about falling hopelessly for married people...maybe Jerry understood Morgan’s reticence better. Here he was warning his son about the vicissitudes of romance yet begging Morgan to completely ignore what she knew so much about.

  Jerry turned his attention back to Brian. “I know you’re looking around, maybe for the first time in your life, trying to understand what came before you and painted the landscape in which you live. I’m also fearful and elated that some of your notions are being redefined...but that’s alright. Your perceptions will change throughout your life. God knows mine have. I’m also thinking you’re going to get hurt and that’s not alright. Just don’t try to get through it alone.”

  Tears welled in Brian’s eyes knowing what Jerry was trying to say. “I talked to Bryant not too long ago. He handed me the proof that her latest injuries weren’t
inflicted by you and yet I came to the Tower and made an ass out of myself.”

  “It’s alright. I know she’s your mother. But she’s my wife, soon to be my ex-wife, and that’s a very different relationship.”

  Idly, Brian reached for a cigarette and lit it. “Why the hell did you spend twenty grand on a hospital plane to get her back home?”

  Jerry’s dark stare lingered over Brian. “I’ll be very honest with you. It would save me a hell of a lot of trouble if someone would kill her. But the truth is, for that, you would blame me the rest of my life. That day you came to the Tower you accused me of having the power to protect her. Protect her from what? Herself, Brian? Since you’ve been back home has she spent even one evening with you?”

  “No.”

  “How many different men has she had spending the night with her?”

  “You know about that?”

  A little smile etched Jerry’s features to know that nothing ever changed with Cheryl. That even though her son was around, she couldn’t or wouldn’t clean up her act for him. “It was right after your grandfather died when she started bringing her lovers home to spend the night.”

  Incredulously, Brian stared. “Why in the hell would you put up with that?”

  “Because...because I didn’t want her walking out with you under one arm and Cherry under the other to live in God-knows-what kind of situation. After you guys went off to college, it still didn’t matter to me what she was doing. I just, uhh...”

  “Took a lover.”

  “Yeah.”

  “Wow. She called me that day and let me believe you’d been kidnapped. Said she went to get you for breakfast at the club and you were gone...”

 

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