Serving Up Satisfaction [Satisfaction, Texas 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Diane Leyne

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  Noah felt his emotions swirling. The thought of having someone to rely on, someone to look after him, maybe even to love him, caused his stomach to clench and his breath to come out in gasps. He’d misled Tanner a bit. He hadn’t told him what it had been live in the years before he turned eighteen. His parents had barely tolerated him. From the time he turned fourteen, he had felt them pulling away.

  His sister hadn’t seemed to mind having a gay sibling, but his brothers had hated having a queer brother. They’d been harassed by others who claimed that they must be gay like him and they’d taken their anger and embarrassment out on him. He hadn’t hated them for it. Instead he tried to fit in, playing sports and asking out girls, but his heart wasn’t in either and eventually he withdrew into himself and concentrated on excelling in school.

  He looked at Tanner, who had stayed silent while he’d struggled. That was one of the things he liked about Tanner. He didn’t feel the need to fill in every moment with talking. He half expected the other man to try to take control and force him to submit, but Tanner just waited patiently while Noah’s internal struggle continued.

  He’d watched the subs at the club with their Doms. They were female, but he’d secretly fantasized about what it would be like to be looked after like that. It would be worth getting his ass whipped for that kind of aftercare and affection. He’d even found himself fantasizing about submitting to someone who would love and care for him. In those fantasies, it was Tanner he was submitting to. But those were just fantasies. He could let go in his dreams, but could he let go and do it in real life? Could he trust Tanner to take care of him? He thought so. He had never seen Tanner ever be anything but kind and gentle, but if he was a Dom…would he want more than Noah could give?

  “I don’t know, Tanner.”

  “Thank you for your honesty, Noah.”

  Noah cringed. There were so many things he’d had to lie about, including his name, but in this, he realized, he could be truthful.

  “I’ve thought about what it would be like to submit to someone, to be able to trust someone to that extent. For a long time, I’ve kept everyone out, but now, maybe…”

  “You realize, Noah, that my dick is about to explode.”

  Noah laughed.

  “Mine too, Sir!”

  Sir? The word had just popped out. He tried it again. “Sir?”

  “Yes, subbie? You have to tell me what you want. I’m not going to force or push you into something you aren’t ready for.”

  Noah smiled. Something was feeling so right.

  “Sir, I’ve been watching things at The Whips and Spurs, and I think that maybe I would like to give it a try.” He tried to remember the correct phrasing, based on what he’d seen during his short time in Satisfaction.

  “Sir, would you be willing to train me? I think I’d like to find out what it means to submit to someone I trust. Please, be my Master, even if it’s only for today.”

  * * * *

  Tanner felt his heart swell at Noah’s words. The amount of trust that Noah was offering him was humbling. He wasn’t going to hurry things and scare him off.

  “Let’s not rush things, Noah.”

  He could see the hurt in Noah’s eyes as he sagged back down. “No, wait. Don’t misunderstand me. There’s nothing I’d love more than to be your Master, but I don’t play around at BDSM. I take the lifestyle very seriously and you have to understand what that means.”

  “I trust you, Tanner.” Noah leaned forward and kissed Tanner hard on the mouth. “And I think I’d like very much to be yours.”

  “Now that is not very sub-like, Noah, not at all. I may have to punish you for that, but not until after I finish explaining. I’d expect to own your body. Completely. I’d paddle your ass or whip it or crop it at my whim or for your punishment. I’d expect you to take anything I choose to give you. You may think you know what submission means from watching others, but why don’t we take it one step at a time?

  “Kiss me, and then roll onto your stomach over the saddle. I’ve been dreaming over your ass far too long. Now I’m finally going to have it. But first things first.” He leaned down and captured Noah’s lips again. “You taste so damned good. I love your mouth and I can’t wait until I have your lips wrapped firmly around my dick while I fuck your mouth.”

  He ravaged Noah’s mouth once more before pulling back and wrapping his hand around Noah’s dick again. He pumped his fist a few times and Noah groaned.

  “Don’t even think of coming without permission. If you do, I’ll use my riding crop on that rounded ass of yours and I’ll make sure it hurts.”

  “Uh, yes, Sir.”

  Tanner continued pumping his cock lightly.

  “Uh, Sir. If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

  “You don’t enjoy this?”

  “No, I mean, yes, I mean, hell, I love it. But you told me not to come.”

  “No, I didn’t tell you not to come. I ordered you not to come. If you are going to belong to me, you are going to learn self-control. As my sub, you’ll only come when I give you permission. Or…” his voice trailed off and he grinned wickedly, and his hand moved more firmly.

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  Noah found himself shivering in both fear and anticipation as he waited for Tanner to finish his sentence but the man, his Dom, seemed more concerned with trying to coax an orgasm out of him. Noah closed his eyes and tried to focus and hold back. He started on the multiplication tables.

  “Or maybe I’ll put you in a jailbird for a while. That’ll keep you from coming without permission. Maybe I’ll string you up in my torture stall, lock your cock and balls in their cage, and whip your ass before I fuck it again. Would you like that? I think I’d like it.”

  He used his free hand to stroke his own monster cock. Noah saw the dark color and the drop of pre-cum that oozed from the slit and he knew he couldn’t hold back much longer.

  Tanner hand stroked harder and suddenly Noah couldn’t control it any longer. His balls drew up and he knew it wouldn’t take much. He saw Tanner’s expression and knew he wouldn’t receive any mercy, and then he was coming, pumping his hips against Tanner’s hand.

  The other man laughed delightedly.

  “The jailbird it is, my lovely.” He leaned forward and kissed Noah on the lips. “Now roll over and get comfortable while I get the lube. Time for me to claim your ass, but first…” And then he brought his hand down on Noah’s ass once, twice, three times. Hard.

  * * * *

  Noah jumped when he felt Tanner’s left hand press down on his back as his right hand came down on his ass. What the hell? After three strikes, he felt Tanner’s hand caress his heated ass. The feeling of warmth seemed to spread and transform. His ass still stung, but there was something else happening. Tanner’s hand came down a dozen more times and now he could feel his cock responding, swelling and rising.

  He groaned as Tanner knelt between his spread legs and worked the cold lube inside his asshole. He started with a single finger, but quickly added a second slickened digit, scissoring his fingers to prepare Noah. When he added a third finger Noah, was more than ready, especially when Tanner pressed down on his prostate. The bastard knew just what buttons to press. His cock hardened almost painfully.

  “Oh, god. Did you slip Viagra into my food or something?”

  “No, you are just young and horny and I’m just that sexy!” He laughed.

  Noah laughed, too, but stopped when he felt the head of Tanner’s enormous cock at his back entrance. How was he going to fit up his ass? He braced himself on his knees and elbows and tried to relax his ass. He wanted this so badly. He’d never, he admitted to himself, wanted another man so badly in his life.

  He felt Tanner pull back and moaned in disappointment. Then the other man returned and Noah could feel something long and thin being inserted into his ass. There was a squirting sound and he could feel the cold lube going directly inside him.

  Then Tanner’s
cock was back, feeling slicker than before. This time when Tanner started pushing for entrance, he didn’t back off.

  “Push your ass back against my cock,” he commanded, and Noah complied.

  Then, with a pop, he could feel Tanner’s cockhead slide inside and his own ass clamp back down on Tanner’s shaft. Tanner paused for a moment, but then he started pushing again until Noah could feel the other man’s balls pressing against his ass and knew that he was all the way in.

  Tanner kissed his neck and whispered. “I want to be gentle, but I’ve wanted you for so long. I’m going to ride you hard. Hold on tight.” Tanner braced himself on his hands and started moving. He hadn’t lied. He rode Noah hard and fast, pounding his ass, rutting like an animal.

  Noah moaned with pleasure. It felt so damned good.

  Tanner gave a cry of satisfaction and changed his angle slightly. Now he was bumping against Noah’s prostate again. Noah’s cock was hard again and he knew that if Tanner didn’t come soon, he’d come again without permission, but he didn’t know how to control it.

  “Oh, god. Tanner. I need to come again.”

  “Then come, my pet!” He felt Tanner’s hands move to his hips, gripping them tightly as he pushed and held his cock still, shooting his load deep into Noah’s bowels. Noah lost it, too, spurting against the saddle even as Tanner finished in his ass and pulled out.

  “Roll over,” Tanner commanded.

  Noah obeyed, rolling and leaning back against his own sticky cum.

  He watched as Tanner held his still-hard cock, pumping it once, twice and then shooting hot cum onto Noah’s stomach and cock.

  “Mine!”

  Chapter Six

  Noah lay back in his bed alone Sunday, but he still felt damned good as he dozed, waiting for the alarm to go off. He felt an itch and reach down to scratch and stopped. That damned jailbird that Tanner had strapped him into. It turned out to be a wire cage that contained his cock and balls. He’d been wearing it since the previous evening and couldn’t wait to get it off.

  Wednesday night they’d both had to work, Noah at the restaurant until eleven and Tanner overseeing the security monitors at the club until two, so they couldn’t linger making love again. While Tanner had re-saddled Buttercup, Noah had tidied up and repacked everything. Getting up onto her back hadn’t been too bad. He’d stood on the tree stump Tanner had sat on when Noah had removed his boots.

  Tanner had offered to get another horse and teach Noah how to ride. He wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a promise, but since Tanner loved to ride, Noah vowed to learn. He wasn’t sure he’d ever lose his fear of the massive creatures, though.

  Then, Thursday, Tanner had to spend the next day in Kinsdale dealing a parts supplier while Noah worked another long day.

  Friday and Saturday passed in a blur of work and sex and learning about submission. They’d even gone to The Whips and Spurs on Friday. They started off in the bar. Micah had served their drinks personally.

  “Hey, what’s up, Tanner. I just found out you are only working until midnight tonight and Saturday and you’ve taken yourself completely off the schedule after this weekend.”

  “Yeah, I’ll try to help out when I can, but no more manning the monitors five nights a week. In fact, I’m going to be playing tonight after my shift. I’m teaching Noah about submission. I thought we could start with the spanking bench.”

  Noah found himself blushing at the look that Micah gave him. But then the other man grinned and punched him in the shoulder.

  “You look after Tanner. I’ve known it was only a matter of time before he found someone and I lost my best security monitor, but I’m glad for you both. I’ve haven’t seen him this happy in years and no one deserves it more than him. On the other hand, break his heart and, well, you just remember you are speaking to a man who owns a dungeon.”

  And they both worked in jobs that weren’t nine to five. Candy had asked him to do Sunday brunch for her. He’d have preferred to spend the day with Tanner. Tanner had gone back to the club after seeing Noah home Saturday night. Micah hadn’t been able to find someone to fill in, so he’d been there until after four. He grinned at the memories of last night and then rubbed his sore ass. He’d been introduced to the delights of the flogger and the strap, and he couldn’t wait for lesson number two.

  In the meantime, Tanner would sleep in late and then meet Noah at the diner. When Candy came in around two or so, they’d head over to Tanner’s place.

  Noah grinned. Tait and Aaron must be coming to town. That’s the only time that Candy asked him to handle the morning shift alone. Good for her. The two lawmen were actually decent guys. Maybe once Noah testified and this whole mob-retribution thing wasn’t hanging over his head, they could all be friends?

  He had hoped that Tanner had forgotten about finding a jailbird, but it turned out that he was just waiting for the opportunity to drive to El Paso and get one in Noah’s size. He’d done that Saturday while Noah was working.

  Then he’d come over to the diner and dragged Noah into the men’s room. After a quick, hard kiss, he’d pulled down Noah’s pants and before he’d known it, he was under lock and key.

  “This way you can’t get hard and come without permission. I know you’ve been jerking off when you are alone, and that is going to stop. I get all of your orgasms from now on.”

  He’d kissed Noah again while stroking his cock through the wire cage. “Mine!” he exclaimed, and then he was gone. Luckily the jailbird was fairly discrete and Noah didn’t think anyone could tell he had it on under his loose-fitting chinos. Thank goodness he wasn’t wearing his tight jeans today.

  He looked over at the clock. Time to get up. The sun was just peeking over the horizon when he got to the diner. He used his keys to unlock the door and let himself in. He dropped his satchel on the counter and headed into the kitchen.

  Just then, he heard the sound of a vehicle. He walked back to the front of the diner, ready to tell whoever it was to come back in half an hour when he realized that it was Tait and Aaron.

  “What’s up, guys? You wear Candy out and come here for sustenance? Sorry, but I haven’t even fired up the griddle yet.” He stood in the doorway, blocking their entrance.

  “What are you talking about? We called Candy late yesterday and told her we might not make it until lunchtime. She said she was going to come in as usual today.”

  “Well, I haven’t seen her. Of course I just arrived, but all the lights were off.”

  Tait pulled out his phone and dialed. After a few minutes, he looked over at Aaron. “No answer.”

  “You wait with Noah. I’ll head over to her place. I’m sure it’s just some kind of miscommunication. Or maybe she had a car accident of something.”

  “Look, neither of you have to wait with me. I’ll be fine here alone. The customers should start trickling in any time now. I have to get started.”

  His voice trailed off as he saw the expression on their faces.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “We were delayed because we got word that The Hammer escaped from jail yesterday. We’re not sure where he is, but odds are he’s looking for you.”

  “And how’s he going to find me? I thought no one knows where I am?”

  “Yes, you should be fine. It’s just that we don’t want to take any chances. Besides, you hate it here, right?”

  “Actually, not anymore. I’m thinking of settling here once the trial’s over.” As soon as the words popped out, Noah realized they were true. He’d made a home, friends. He still wanted his own restaurant, but he could have that in Kinsdale and still be with Tanner.

  “Really?”

  “Really. Now, you two. Go, look for Candy. I’ll phone the sheriff and ask him if there have been any accidents reported. I’m sure that there’s nothing to be worried about, not about me or Candy. Now go!”

  Reluctantly Tait and Aaron left, clearly torn between duty and love. Tanner made shooing motions and they got in their car and d
rove off with a squeal of tires.

  He turned and re-entered the diner.

  “Good boy. I’d have hated to kill them.”

  The man who had been in the kitchen had walked out into the main diner.

  “I did what you said. I got rid of them. Now what?”

  “Lock the door and turn the lights off. We don’t want anyone else to show up now, do we? I’d hate to have to kill anyone else.”

  “Who are you? You aren’t the Hammer. I don’t know you. Why are you doing this?”

  “You don’t know me, but those two do. So I got them out of the way. Besides, killing two SSP agents would attract too much attention. By the time they track down their whore, you’ll be dead and I’ll be long gone.”

  He grinned and that triggered a memory for Noah.

  “I have seen you before. I just caught a glimpse in all the initial confusion. You work for the feds? You were one of those guys in the suits. I saw so many, but yeah, I know you. Rodgers or something? The one who was leading the search for the Hammer.”

  “Very good. If I weren’t already going to kill you, you’d definitely be a dead man now. As for what’s going on, I convinced Candy to leave the country. Her two bumbling beaus will follow, thinking you are safe here in this Podunk town. Now come with me quietly. You wouldn’t want me to have to kill an innocent bystander, would you?”

  Noah hesitated and Rodgers took the opportunity to sucker punch him in the stomach before hitting sticking a needle into his arm.

  * * * *

  When Noah came to, he wasn’t sure where he was at first. He felt a little woozy and his stomach hurt. He tried to move, but his hands were firmly bound behind his back. He tried to struggle but all he succeeded in doing was hurting his wrists.

  He did manage to roll over onto his side. Rodgers was sitting there, looking at him, an evil smirk on his face.

  “Where are we?”

  “What, you don’t recognize the boyfriend’s farm?”