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by Sean Michael


  "You want to make it a week, Sammy?" Jarrod was back with one of his best ties in his hands.

  "No. No. Fuck." Please.

  "Then I suggest you don't come." Jarrod climbed back onto the bed and started wrapping the silk around the base of his cock, and around his balls.

  "That's one of my best ties." Fuck, that was tight.

  "Your cock wears it well."

  His cheeks started burning.

  "I'm going to bind you and then fuck you."

  "Jarrod, please."

  "What are you begging for, baby?"

  "I don't know." He needed help. He couldn't fucking think right now.

  "It's okay. I know what you need."

  Oh, thank God. "You do?"

  Jarrod knotted the tie and lay down on him, pressing his bound cock between them. Samuel groaned, wrists twisting in his bonds.

  "I love watching you fight the bonds."

  "Why?" Did Jarrod want him to be weak?

  "Because you're hot as hell when you do."

  "Oh." The words pleased him, sparked a deep need inside him.

  "You look amazing when you need, Sammy."

  "You make me need all the time."

  "Just think how good you look all the time, then." Jarrod's mouth covered his again, tongue opening his lips right up.

  Samuel melted into the mattress. He had to think, had to figure things out, but he didn't have to do it right now. Jarrod's prick slid along his hip, hot, leaking at the tip. Jarrod's fingers circled his swollen, aching hole and he moaned.

  "God, I can't wait to be buried inside you again." One finger pushed in a tiny bit.

  "Aches." It was so good.

  "Good ache, yeah? Gonna make it even better. Gonna make you want to come, but you can't." Jarrod grabbed the lube from the edge of the bed.

  That didn't sound better.

  Jarrod's fingers returned to his hole, sliding on it, one pushing right in. The burn made him grunt, but it was almost like scratching an itch, and his body craved more. Another finger pushed in, then Jarrod spread both inside him, His legs drew up, and he groaned, the sound coming from somewhere deep inside him.

  It became three fingers, Jarrod hitting his gland on the next push into him. This time his groan was a cry, his body jerking violently. Jarrod hit the same spot a couple more times before his fingers disappeared altogether. Samuel's body jerked, so empty, so needy.

  "I've got you, Sammy." Jarrod patted his hip and settled between his legs, prick pushing at his hole.

  He bore down, the burn perfect, everything he wanted.

  "So eager." Jarrod made the words sound like the biggest compliment ever.

  "For you." It wasn't for anyone else.

  "Better fucking just be for me." Jarrod pushed into him hard, the thrust punctuating the sentence.

  His head fell back, throat working. So good. So hot. Jarrod found a good, hard rhythm, pounding into him, making him groan. His body ached, his cock dripped on his belly as he fought the ties.

  "No coming, Sammy. Not until tonight." Jarrod pushed harder into him, moved faster. He swore he could feel the man's cock getting even harder.

  "Please. Please, Jarrod..."

  Jarrod shook his head. "It's going to feel amazing tonight, when I untie you and let you shoot." Jarrod's hips slapped against his burning ass. "Work my prick, Sammy. Come on, show me how much you want it."

  He nodded, asshole squeezing and releasing, working Jarrod's cock.

  "Yes! Fuck!" Jarrod punched into him harder, faster. "Yes!" Jarrod's cock pressed deep inside him, and the man froze.

  "Love..." He jerked, trying to get himself what he needed.

  "Yes. Love you, baby." Jarrod's mouth closed on his, the man's hand grabbing hold of his hip, holding it down. Holding him still.

  All Samuel could do was whine, desperate.

  "Shh, Sammy. You'll get there. Eventually." Jarrod's hands slid down his spine, the touch soothing, strong.

  "So mean..."

  "Just you wait--it'll be worth it."

  "Need you..." He was going to scream, even as his body relaxed.

  "I'm right here."

  He nodded, pressed as close as he could. He could feel Jarrod's prick softening, and Jarrod reached, grabbing the plug from the other day.

  "Jarrod? If...if we're really going to...they'll see."

  "What's that?"

  "The plug. If you go to the piercer..."

  "You mean if we go to the piercer. I'm not going on my own, you're the one getting pierced."

  He just shrugged.

  Jarrod rubbed the plug along his cock. "I don't have a problem with that."

  "Someone will see."

  "Only the piercer."

  "Yes!" Jarrod wasn't paying attention.

  "He's going to have to see you intimately, Sammy, in order to do the guiche piercing."

  His lips opened, parted, the room seeming to spin a little. Jarrod slid from him, the plug going in its place. Then he slid to the side and pulled Samuel into his arms. Samuel cuddled in, took a deep breath.

  Jarrod had him.

  Epilogue

  Jarrod walked into Cavanaugh and Wharton, giving Sammy's secretary Agnes a nod as she gathered her things together to go. "How's that little girl of yours?" he asked.

  Agnes beamed at him. "Doing great at the new school. I can't thank Mr. Cavanaugh enough for working his magic, but he keeps telling me to hush."

  Jarrod chuckled. Sammy took a lot of pro bono cases these days, and if he could help the people he knew and cared about, it made him that much happier.

  "I'd say he knows how grateful you are--and who else will put up with his grumpiness day in and day out?"

  She snorted. "Right. You have a good night and don't let him work too late."

  "He won't." Jarrod smiled and watched her go, locking the front door behind her. He glanced around the office. Good, it was empty, just late enough that everyone but Sammy had gone home.

  He headed for Sammy's door, opening it without knocking.

  "Agnes, I told you to go home. I've got this, okay? I'm more than capable of proofreading a deposition."

  "Are you now, boss-man?" Jarrod shot the lock home, just in case.

  Those pretty eyes flashed up at him, wide at first, then going hot. "Jarrod."

  He grinned, his cock going instantly hard. "I've come to make sure you've been a good boy today."

  "I've been working, no thanks to you."

  "No thanks to me?" He made a show of looking at his watch, the key for the cock cage hanging heavily around his neck. "I haven't seen you since seven this morning and it's after six now."

  "Uh-huh. I know. I know." God, that was hot.

  "Did you have that meeting today? The one with the biggie wow lawyers from the pharmaceutical company?" His Sammy in a boardroom, cock caged, ass rosy and plugged, nipples with their pretty little rings... Just the thought of it was intoxicating.

  He stalked toward Sammy's desk.

  "Yes. It went well. My client was pleased." Sammy tugged off his tie. "You get any work done?"

  "I wrapped up the case for Elroy and Co." He was doing private contracts now, ironically mostly for the same firm that he'd been with on the job where he'd met Sammy, but he got to pick and choose which ones he worked this way. His eyes narrowed. "What are you doing with that tie?" He hadn't told Sammy he could get naked.

  "Loosening it. It's tight."

  He crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow. "It looked an awful lot like you were taking it off. Without permission." He was going to use it to bind Sammy's hands behind his back and then he was going to bend his lover over that big desk and make sure that ass stayed a sweet rosy red.

  His boy blushed, then growled low, playing right along. "I don't have to ask permission from my assistant."

  "Oh, but I think you do, boss-man. I think that's exactly what you need to wait for. And you didn't. Go ahead, take it off now that you've started. I have plans for it."
r />   "Fuck you, man." His boy took off the tie, though, eyes horny and happy, loving him.

  He shook his head. "No, I'm going to fuck you. Eventually." He slowly took the tie, letting the silk slide from Sammy's fingers and then leaned down to murmur into Sammy's ear. "And if you're very lucky, I might even take off the cage so you can come."

  Sammy's needy moan was perfect--low and soft and tinged with desperation...and all his.

  Sean Michael

  Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and pursuing the Kama Sutra by channeling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to Chicago.

  A long-time writer of complicated haiku, Sean is currently attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate-spinning and soap-carving sex toys.

  Barring any of that? He'll stick with writing his stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.

  To learn more about Sean, please visit: www.seanmichaelwrites.com.

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