by Jude Mason
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Knight or Daye
ISBN # 978-1-907280-43-6
©Copyright Jude Mason 2009
Cover Art by Lyn Taylor ©Copyright November 2009
Edited by Jess Bimberg
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Published in 2009 by Total-E-Bound Publishing 1 The Corner, Faldingworth Road
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Warning: This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has been rated Total-e-melting.
KNIGHT OR DAYE
Jude Mason
Dedication
To J1. You know who you are.
Chapter One
Jeremy Knight stood outside of his lover’s door, his hands clenched at his sides, thinking about knocking, but not quite sure he was ready. Dark wood, marred at the bottom by water damage, was discoloured around the brass doorknob by what looked like years of handling. Beside a tall oak, two guards stood talking. On the other side of the drive, Jeremy knew there were others.
He looked back at the door. “Could use some TLC,” he mumbled and shifted from one foot to the other. The thong pulled tight up the crack of his ass. He squirmed, trying to readjust the strap without actually using his hands. It didn’t work. He knew it wouldn’t.
He looked at the door again and took a deep breath. It was now or never. Standing there any longer wasn’t going to help his indecisiveness. He raised his hand and knocked. Stepping back, he waited and his heart raced. He crossed his hands in front of himself, gripping one wrist. Head lowered, he eased his feet apart, shoulder width.
His decision was making itself known.
Jeremy watched the rise and fall of his chest, and worked on his patience. His hands grew slippery with sweat. His jeans felt too tight, his tank even tighter. The boots weighed a ton when he moved his feet. He clenched his fist then straightened his fingers, stretching them, trying to distract himself. Jumbled thoughts and desires plagued him. His cock pulsed, and he wanted to sooth the dull ache he’d been trying to ignore for the last hour.
Footsteps approached from inside.
Should he bolt, flee for his freedom?
He lifted his gaze, just enough to see the doorknob turn. The scarred door swung open, and he saw Nathanial’s long, jean clad legs, his groin. Jeremy looked down, focusing on the man’s feet. His mouth went dry.
“You finally decided to knock,” Nathanial said in the satin soft tone he knew made Jeremy shudder. Jeremy had told him often enough. Three months of telling.
“Yes. I didn’t realise you knew I was here.”
“’Course I did. I watched you drive in. I watched you come up to the door.”
Again, Jeremy shifted his weight from one foot to the other, incredibly aware of the thong holding his crotch a little too tightly. He forced his hands to remain where they were, not to tug at the too-fucking-tight cup, or the strap between his butt cheeks.
“Would you like to come in?” Nathanial stepped aside and pushed the door wide.
Jeremy looked up, meeting Nathanial’s deep-set brown eyes for the first time. “Yes…” The next word would seal it.
Nathanial didn’t push, didn’t rush him into saying it. He didn’t have to. He simply stood and looked ahead, eyes wide, a smile on his face.
“Yes, Sir,” Jeremy got out. If he’d thought his mouth was dry a few moments ago, it now resembled the Sahara.
“Excellent, I’m glad you made your decision.”
Nathanial really did sound pleased, and that made Jeremy’s entry into the man’s impressive home somewhat easier. Jeremy came from the other side of the tracks and wasn’t used to the finer things. Nathanial was showing it to him, along with a lot of other things. Jeremy was enjoying it all. Some of the new experiences he was beginning to crave. Others, like his stepping across the threshold into a new life, he wanted so much he could taste it, but he feared it as well. He was here to do a job. He was here for Sam.
“Thank you, Sir.” His voice trembled. So did his hands. Fear, excitement, lust, all of that and more tore at him.
“I think before we go any further, I’d like you to strip out of those outer clothes.” Nathaniel turned and walked deeper into the house, heading for the large living room.
Jeremy thrust his hands down to the bottom of his too tight tank top and skinned it up over his head. Belly and chest bared, his nipples tightened in the sudden freedom of nakedness. He sucked in a deep breath and unfastened his jeans, thrusting them down over his hips, thighs, letting them drop to the floor. He sat down, the dark wood floor cool on his butt. The thong, in all its brilliant white glory, pulled even tighter when he strong-armed his boots and socks off, then wrestled out of his jeans. He pushed his clothing into a pile, the boots under the rest, and climbed to his feet again. The strap cutting into his ass crack sawed over the sensitive skin.
For a moment, he simply stood there, unsure of whether or not he could follow Nathanial. Alone, he reached back and tugged the strap free then let it settle in. The cup managed to cradle his balls, but an inch or more of his cock shaft and the crown poked over the top. The hard-on angered him. Yet, he knew his excitement was in response to Nathanial’s ultra-dominance.
“Fuck!” He strode after the man, his lover, his adversary. His thoughts went to Sam, his life mate and the man who’d stolen his heart years ago. They’d lived together, loved each other and planned to spend the rest of their lives together—until one evening, Sam had tried submitting sexually to him. It hadn’t even been anything outrageous. Sam had begged Jeremy to tie him to their bed and fuck him silly.
After the initial shock, Jeremy had done it and experienced a mind-blowing orgasm, but had felt incredibly guilty for his actions and foolishly left the apartment. He’d spent the night out, drinking himself into a stupor and thinking about what they’d done. Neck ties had fastened his lover’s wrists to the bed. A towel around his eyes had kept Jeremy’s movements and flailing swats to the smooth, muscular ass a mystery until they’d struck. Sam’d cried out with pleasure at each and every one. He’d begged for more, and for some wickedly perverse reason, Jeremy had complied.
Who really controlled? Who submitted?
While he’d lubricated Sam’s anus and fingered him into near mindless oblivion, Jeremy had wondered about those two questions. All the while, his own lust had soared. He’d fucked Sam ruthlessly, slamming himself against the sleek, red ass he’d spanking only moments before. The heat of Sam’s ass had driven his excitement even higher, as had his lover’s pleas for more.
Jeremy had groped and prodded Sam’s body in various postures, both masturbating him and teasing the poor man until his cock dripped a continual flow of pre-cum. Sam had begged for release, but Jeremy refused him for hours, revelling in the newfound power he sensed could be his.
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nbsp; Yet, that very thought also terrified him.
The orgasm had been so intense; Jeremy hadn’t been horny again for two days—an unheard of occurrence. When he’d returned to the apartment the next afternoon, he’d started the fight to end all fights. He claimed Sam was a pervert and a sicko. He’d refused to listen to the man about his needs, his desires. Finally, Sam had agreed with him, and for the next while, he’d tried to put his submissive tendencies aside. Several weeks later, he’d left Jeremy a note saying he couldn’t ignore that side of his make up any longer. He’d tried, for the sake of their relationship and his love for Jeremy, but he couldn’t continue living a lie.
It’d taken Jeremy weeks to understand how wrong he was and how much he loved Sam. After several weeks of researching what BDSM was, Jeremy had realised just how much of an ass he’d been. The thought of dominating Sam took his breath. He imagined using cuffs, gags, and a dozen other toys on his lover, only to come to the decision that if Sam was a pervert, then so was he. A stupid one at that.
He had searched for Sam then, only to discover he’d quit his job and vanished.
Two months later, Jeremy got the first glimmer of finding his Sam. A cop friend, undercover detective Ken Michelson, had seen Sam in the company of a very powerful business man. The man was Nathanial Daye—young, tall and darkly handsome—who was well known to the cops as one of the owners of a BDSM dungeon where both men and women were enslaved. They’d been watching the man for months, trying to find proof of slave trafficking. They knew he was guilty, but so far had nothing.
At first, Jeremy had trouble grasping the fact that some of these people actually wanted to be slaves. But, the more he looked into it, the more he understood and believed. If Sam had taken up with Nathanial, it was up to Jeremy to find him. After that, he wasn’t sure, but he had to tell Sam he was sorry, at the very least.
It hadn’t taken him long to find his way into Nathanial’s dungeon. Taking on the role of submissive, he’d become very popular. Nathanial Daye had noticed.
“Jeremy, onto the platform.” Nathanial stood beside a raised dais approximately a metre around and a good step up. “I want to check you out. Assess you.”
The words sounded odd. It was as if the man planned to check an animal to be sure it was healthy or had no deformities. Jeremy walked over to the small stage and stepped up onto it.
He looked around, seeing the same large room he’d seen dozens of times before. The walls held a dozen prints of varying sizes and subjects. All of them centred on some form of dominance or submission. Overstuffed chairs and couches formed four small groupings where people would no doubt pass their time chatting or discussing business. The platform Jeremy stood on was in the centre of the room.
Nathanial slowly circled him, not touching him, but definitely making sure Jeremy knew he was being looked at. “Feet at shoulder width, hands behind your neck, hips thrust forward,” Nathanial barked.
Even though Jeremy was relatively new to the world of D/s, he snapped into the position quickly. With his chest puffed out and his belly sucked in, the pouch of the white silk thong seemed to bulge even more. The dome of his cock pulsed naked over the top.
Jeremy heard Nathanial moving behind him, his clothes shifting, his shoes sliding across the floor. When the man stopped and touched him, Jeremy didn’t react, at least not visibly. Inside, he flinched, his heart raced. Blood pounded in his ears. The hand slid across his shoulders, gently massaging the muscles then moved down his back along his spine. Coming to rest of the outward slope of his right butt cheek, Nathanial’s fingers suddenly clenched.
Jeremy gritted his teeth, but remained standing as he’d been instructed. The bite of fingers driving into his ass was more than he’d expected, but he knew Nathanial would test him. They’d discussed it days ago when he’d been asked to ‘enter’ the man’s stable.
“Good, now take a deep breath and don’t move,” Nathanial said in a gruff voice.
“Yes, Sir.” Jeremy braced himself for whatever the man had in mind. The hand released his butt cheek, and Jeremy sighed with a momentary relief. He hadn’t even completed the exhalation before his ass was on fire. The snap of a flogger’s strands told him what had hit, but as he fought to keep still, the knowledge didn’t help much.
Twice more the flogger struck, and each time, Jeremy’s hips thrust forward no matter how hard he strained to keep still. Something hit the floor beside him, and he quickly glanced down. It was the flogger, and he breathed a grateful sigh.
“Good,” Nathanial said and circled to stand in front of him. The man’s hands returned to him, touching his chest, pinching his nipples and stroking the ridges of muscles along his stomach. “Time to show you off.”
“Sir?”Jeremy shifted his feet. Who would be there, beside himself?
“Come!” Nathanial lowered his hand to Jeremy’s crotch.
While Nathanial toyed with his cock and balls through the cloth, two naked men entered the room from a doorway nearby. A tall blond man in what Jeremy thought was his mid-twenties came in first, the other was Sam. Sam, golden flesh and coal black hair. Sam, whose mouth could drive him insane with the need to come like no other.
Jeremy came close to leaping from the perch he was on and racing towards his Sam. Only the firm grip Nathanial had on his genitals kept him in place. Not so much the grip as the reminder of why he was there and who he was dealing with.
Nathanial had security guards. Sam was there, but was he there willingly? Jeremy had to find him and see for himself. He had no idea if Sam was happy where he was and no plans other than to find him and get him out, if that’s what Sam wanted. Showing Sam he understood submissive behaviour and what it meant to be dominated were the first steps to regaining the man’s trust. Maybe even his love.
The hand on him wormed its way inside the material. Fingers gripped the cloth, tightened then pulled. The strap between Jeremy’s buttocks burned as Nathanial jerked the thong hard. Jeremy cringed, yet remained standing until the strap broke.
“These are my two first boys,” Nathanial said calmly. “Peter and Sam.” He tossed the torn thong to the floor, then reached up and gently cupped Jeremy’s balls. “They’re good slaves, very willing, very obedient.” The caress turned to a slow, torturous tightening. “Do you plan to be a good slave, Jeremy?” The pressure increased steadily, sending sharp threads of pain knifing down Jeremy’s inner thighs.
“Yes, Sir, I plan to be a good slave.” He kept his tone as even as he could. In all honesty, he wanted to yell the words and pull away, but he didn’t.
“Good.” He loosened his grip, but continued to hold Jeremy’s testicles. “I’d hoped you’d become one of my top boys. You’ve got the right look. The attitude might need a little work, but we’ll see what we can do about that.”
About then, Sam looked up and his eyes met Jeremy’s.
Jeremy winked, and when he saw Sam’s eyes widen, he couldn’t stop a smile from forming. He forced it back, unsure of how Nathanial would react. He was unwilling to take a chance of Sam being sent away or chastised for misbehaviour.
With his free hand, Nathanial slid his fingers under Jeremy’s chin and lifted his face. Eyes met and locked while Nathanial continued toying with his balls. “I’m glad you’re here, Jeremy. Our time together, so far, has been incredibly rewarding, but you know I expect more of my lovers.”
“Yes, Sir.” Jeremy’s thoughts raced. Sam was so close, yet untouchable. He needed to find a way to be with him.
“You realise your three months of trial are over. Entering my home means you’ve accepted the next stage of servitude.” He let go of Jeremy’s chin, and pinched his nipples just enough to cause a shudder of pleasure.
Jeremy’s cock pulsed to full hardness under the man’s hand. Sam’s nearness had a lot to do with it, but Jeremy knew he couldn’t attribute it all to that. No matter how much he wanted to believe Nathanial’s stable was wrong, there were men, possibly even his Sam, who would do almost anything for an
invitation. The man was charming, rich beyond most people’s dreams and alpha to the bone.
“Yes, I know what my being here now means, Sir. I want you to dominate me completely. I want to be one of your boys.” Jeremy said it, but all he really cared about was Sam.
“Did you prepare yourself as I directed?” Nathanial adjusted his grip, wrapping his long fingers around Jeremy’s cock, and began a slow, even stroke.
“Yes, Sir, inside and out, as you requested.” Just the mention of his preparation made Jeremy clench his ass cheeks tight. The action made his cock pulse and his excitement rise.
“Excellent.” Nathanial released him and stepped back. “You’ve also arranged to be here for some time, I assume.”
Jeremy took a chance and raised his head so he could gaze at the man. Dark, shaggy brows shadowed brown eyes, giving him a mysterious, almost sinister look. The long hawk-like nose and thin lips did nothing to soften his appearance. The soft wavy hair might have if he’d worn it any other way than slicked back into a short pony tail. Severe came to mind, and that seemed to be the look he was after. Silk shirts and jeans were his chosen attire, and that’s what he wore at the moment, black on black.
“Yes, I’m free for the next couple of weeks, Sir.” Jeremy hoped he wouldn’t need those full two weeks, but was prepared to spend longer if that’s what it took.
“And, I know you’ve had your medical, so we’re ready to begin.”
“Yes, Sir.” Lowering his gaze, he braced himself for whatever was about to happen.
“Peter, Sam, prepare our new boy.”
Jeremy’s head shot up. He fought back the urge to gape. Across the room, Sam and the other man, Peter, immediately came towards him. On Sam’s face, he was sure he detected a hint of a smile. His dark eyes sparkled, and as he got near, Jeremy noticed his erection had a bead of pre-cum clinging to the tip.