Plus, the big biker was smoking hot. No denying that, or the fact Haden was attracted to him. Over the two days he’d spent with Tag, he’d also seen a gentler side to his roughness. He’d helped Haden out of bed and to the bathroom, fed him, and now he’d made sure Lisa got the money she so desperately needed. He’d also loaned him some clean clothes, even if they were way too big for Haden. Better than wearing his smelly, mud and bloodstained stuff.
Haden pictured Tag’s chiseled face, his sculpted body in a tight white t-shirt and equally tight jeans. The guy had a classic V shape, and his muscles looked like they were carved from marble. What would it be like to run his tongue over those perfectly toned pecs? Or lower, over that flat stomach, moving down…
His cock twitched and hardened. Haden let out a tiny moan.
Deciding he needed relief, he slipped the blankets back and tucked his hand beneath the waistband of his underwear. The chain attached to his cuffed wrist rattled as he coiled his fingers around his stiffening penis. He sighed as sensation flooded him when he slid his hand up from the base of his shaft. The velvety skin covering his cock grew taut as he grew harder. His balls felt heavy with the need to cum.
A fantasy solidified in his brain as he jerked off. One where he and Tag kissed roughly, tongues entwining. Then the big man bit his way along Haden’s chin, down his neck. Hands explored curved biceps, tight pecs. Haden could almost feel the giant biker’s chest hair under his fingers.
The head of his cock throbbed as he soared closer to climax. Pearly pre-cum trickled from the hole and drizzled over his fingers when his touch lingered beneath the thick ridge. His balls tightened and his hand pumped faster, faster. He knew he was close.
“Want some help with that?”
Haden’s eyes flew open as the rough voice invaded his daydream.
Tag stood in the doorway with a gym bag in one hand. He tossed it to the floor at the end of the bed. “Brought you some clean clothes.”
The biker strode into the room, his eyes never leaving Haden as he approached. The gaze he raked up and down Haden filled with dark desire. Haden trembled and his erection throbbed. He blushed, but his hand remained coiled around his penis.
“T-thanks,” he said, mesmerized by those intense blue eyes. As Tag moved closer still, Haden swore they changed. Golden brown flecks bled through and seemed to make Tag’s irises glow. Briefly, Haden thought of his bear hallucination from the night of the failed raid.
Tag sat on the side of the bed and Haden’s heart sped up. He could barely breathe. The big man brushed his palm over Haden’s cock, through his boxer briefs. Before he could stop himself, Haden let out a groan.
Tag gave a wolfish grin. “Let me finish the job.”
Haden could only nod his consent. The thought of Tag touching him left him both terrified and elated. But there was no doubt he wanted this.
His hand slipped under the waistband and Haden removed his own fingers, letting Tag take over. The big man yanked his boxers down, and Haden rose up off the mattress to help him ease the material to his knees. Haden’s cock stood steely erect, with Tag’s hand circling the base. He maintained eye contact as he dipped his head and lapped at the shiny glans.
Haden’s eyes wanted to roll back in his head. His cock tingled deliciously, and his shoulders relaxed as pleasure spread through him.
Tag’s warm mouth was like sinking into heaven. His lips glided down his penis ever so slowly, torturing him and making him arch his hips up. He drove his shaft deep, until it brushed the back of the biker’s throat. Tag swallowed and sucked him hard and Haden’s mind burst into a million pieces as euphoria took over.
A hand stroked over his balls, then fingers pinched and pulled this thin flesh until a cry of joy emitted from his lips. The hand trailed lower, between his buttocks. Fingers used spittle to lubricate his crack and caress this area to higher ecstasy. Tag tugged on the tiny flap of skin close to Haden’s anus, making Haden gasp as his cock shuddered inside that wet cocoon of bliss.
One finger, then two, slid inside of him, curling and stroking his g-spot. He wanted to cum so bad it almost hurt, but this intimacy felt so good he didn’t want it to end just yet. So he held himself back, though it was pure torment. Small moans escaped him as he fucked Tag’s face in time with the amazing blow job he gave.
Those fingers in his anus massaged in a perfect rhythm. Finally he couldn’t keep his eyes open any longer as pleasure assaulted him. Tag’s tongue coiled around his shaft like a snake, leaving a fiery trail where it slithered over his skin. Pressure built deep inside him from the big man’s probing touch. This, combined with his expert mouth, sent Haden’s over the edge. He sailed into an abyss that was nothing but pure rapture. His cocked twitched once, twice, as he came hard, buried down the biker’s throat.
Tag pulled his penis from his mouth and licked Haden clean. Haden let out a loud moan as the man’s tongue laved over his extra-sensitive shaft, cleaned the head of his penis, and then slurped at his balls. He finished off by gliding his tongue languidly up and down Haden’s crack, lingering at the hole he’d just finger fucked. Haden cried out when the wet tip poked inside of him to explore, and his flaccid penis started to harden again.
“Let me fuck you,” he begged the big man, who wiped his lips clean and stood up.
Once again, the wolfish grin was displayed. “Not this time, kid.” Tag’s eyes glimmered, and Haden swore he still saw veins of glowing gold mixed with ocean blue. “When you’re feeling better, you can return the favor.”
Haden wondered if Tag was doing this to torture him. As the biker walked from the bedroom, Haden let out a low growl. He hated and lusted this guy all at once.
Rising off the bed, he went to go after Tag, but as he neared the door, his chained wrist stopped him. He growled once more in frustration. A rumbling laugh taunted him from the kitchen.
***
Chapter 6
Three days later, Tag let the kid off his leash. Haden behaved himself for the most part. He helped around the house, offering to wash his sheets and quilt and do other chores. Tag could get used to that.
But the kid still fumed over Tag denying him sex. Sadomasochist that he was, he got off on tormenting his horny housemate as much as he did by denying himself release. When he allowed Haden to have what he wanted, it would be all the sweeter.
Ever since their erotic encounter in the guest room, Tag devised more ways to torture the kid. He’d have a shower and strut around all naked and wet while Haden remained chained to the bedpost. When he checked Haden’s shoulder, Tag would accidentally brush a hand over the kid’s cock. Or when Haden went to the bathroom, and Tag had to help him remove his pants, Tag would be sure to rub the kid’s bulge until he received a moan for his efforts.
“You’re killing me,” Haden had groaned on one such trip, his dick hard as a rock. “How am I supposed to piss with a boner?”
Tag just slapped him on the ass and waited outside the door. “Guess you’ll have to wait until it goes down.”
Haden muttered, “Asshole.”
Tag figured letting the kid off his chain was only fair since Haden had shown great restraint, despite the sexual suffering Tag inflicted. Besides, having this cute little twink free meant Tag could get more creative with his torture techniques. Although he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold back, and he wondered how the young biker would feel about an introduction to the world of BDSM.
Haden grabbed a dish towel and stood beside Tag at the sink, ready to help him with the lunch dishes. The kid’s appearance chased away his musings.
“You don’t have to help,” he told Haden. “I got this.”
The kid shrugged. “I want to.” He took the wet plate Tag handed him. “Thanks …for letting me stay here, for saving my ass.”
“Wow, took you long enough to spit that out.” He gave Haden a smile to show he was teasing. “No worries. Besides, I made a promise to Old Man Bear and Mickey J that I’d keep you safe.”
; Sure, Tag hadn’t been able to shift since the boy had become his temporary roommate, and his bear was itching to get out. Tonight he figured he’d take a run through the woods, after Haden went to sleep. Let his beast come out to play. All his stress melted away when he morphed into a wild animal. And after this week, he needed that tension reliever. The only other thing that calmed him was some rough BDSM play, and it had been a while since he’d scened, too.
“Why do they care about me?” Haden asked, bringing Tag’s wandering mind back on track again.
“Your dad.” Tag noted the sadness in the kid’s eyes. “Danny was a good man. Well respected.”
“Did you know him?”
“Yeah, but not as well as Old Man Bear and Mickey J. How much do you know about your old man, kid?”
Haden wouldn’t meet Tag’s gaze. “ I know he was the president of Lucifer’s Chosen. That a lot of bikers looked up to him, but that’s about it.”
Tag finished up the dishes, pulled the plug from the sink, and dried his hands. He turned to Haden and cupped the kid’s shoulder. “Your dad helped his MC and mine get into more legit business. Lots of members resisted his ideas at first, some thought he was crazy, but lots of us backed him too. He’s the reason our two clubs don’t have a lot of trouble with the cops. We keep our noses clean. We fly below the radar. Everyone’s happy.”
“What kind of businesses?”
Tag cracked a wide smile. The kid couldn’t have provided a better opening for Tag’s dirty thoughts if he tried. “You ever heard of BDSM?”
Judging by the blush that crept across his face, and to the tips of his ears, Haden had. The kid nodded and looked away again. “That’s where people spank and whip each other and wear a lot of leather, right?”
A booming laugh escaped Tag. His hand trailed from Haden’s shoulder to caress his back. “Something like that. Only there’s a lot more to it. Both MCs run a few BDSM clubs in the city. That’s one source of revenue. We’re also in adult films—”
“You mean porn.” The kid gave a sheepish smile.
“Yeah, that, and we manage a couple massage parlors.” Code word for upscale sex worker joints, but Tag didn’t think he needed to tell the kid that. Haden wasn’t dumb. “The only illegal thing we do these days is sell weed, and we’re looking into doing that legit too. Medicinal marijuana.”
“I’d like to check out one of these places.” The kid’s gaze flitted up to meet his and then dropped to his sneakers.
Tag crossed his arms over his chest and watched Haden. “Massage parlor?”
Haden chuffed a nervous laugh and blushed even harder. “Nah, one of those BDSM clubs.” His voice cracked with the admission.
Tag moved closer again, so that their hips touched. “You want to try the kinky stuff, huh?”
Haden fidgeted on his feet, rubbed the back of his neck. Tag loved how he affected the young biker. It was too cute to watch his get all flustered and nervous.
“I… ah… yeah.” Haden stared him in the eyes, obviously mustering all his courage.
Tag gave a noncommittal shrug. “I could teach you.” He leaned over so their lips almost brushed together. “I’d go slow and gentle with a newbie like you.”
“Y-you’re into BDSM?” Sweat beaded Haden’s brow.
“I play, yeah.” Tag swept a thumb over Haden’s cheek. “Role playing. That’s what it is. One partner is the dominant and one’s the submissive. One gives pain and one takes it. Both get pleasure. There are so many ways to play. I’d teach you anything you wanted to know.”
Haden’s breathing grew shallow and ragged. It turned Tag on even more. His cock stiffened, making his jeans tight.
“I’d like to learn,” the boy whispered. “Like you to teach me.” He licked his lips, and it was almost Tag’s undoing. “Maybe we could play right now? I still have to pay you back for that favor.”
Tag’s heart gave a primal lurch. “You’d have to do everything I tell you to. I’d be in control, but as submissive, you hold the ultimate control. We’ll agree on a safe word, and if you want the scene to stop, just say it. Agreed?”
Haden nodded, and they decided on a safe word.
Tag went into dominant mode. He felt the bear rearing up inside him as he did so. It always woke up when he scened or grew horny. It was a carnal beast, greedy for the rough pleasure it craved. But Tag had no problem keeping his shifter under control. He’d been taught long ago by folks like Old Man Bear, his shifter mentor, how to balance the animal inside with the human.
Get on your knees, sub,” he commanded. “Now.”
Haden went into a submissive pose as if he were a natural. Promising, Tag thought. The young biker dropped to his knees without question. His soft hazel eyes anxiously regarded Tag. The boy appeared eager to please.
“Suck my cock.”
Haden’s fingers flurried over Tag’s belt, fumbling with the large buckle before he finally got it unfastened then moved to his zipper. The kid’s hands vibrated against Tag’s skin. Nerves and anticipation made Haden tremble, and once more Tag relished this reaction.
His cock slapped against his lower stomach, now freed of his jeans that the kid yanked down to his knees. Tag was a commando sort of guy. Underwear bugged him, and he hated when it crawled up his ass. Less work for the kid to get to his prize.
Haden stared at his cock like it was a phallic god.
“Get to sucking.” Tag reached down to grab a fistful of Haden’s hair. He pushed the young biker’s head until his lips grazed over the head of his penis.
Haden lapped at the thick, purpled glans. His tongue dipped in the hole and Tag’s hand tightened around his short locks. The boy quickly grew bolder and explored beneath the ridge with his eager tongue. Desire fluttered low in Tag’s belly and his penis became stiffer. He forced Haden’s head forward again, driving more of his shaft into that warm, perfect mouth. A growl emitted from low in his throat.
Haden sucked him with strength and then eased off the pressure. His tongue swirled over Tag’s shaft as he pumped his lips up and down. His tongue flit out and tasted Tag’s balls when he took his cock to the root once more. Tag groaned and relaxed, losing himself in this all consuming pleasure.
Fingers roamed over his scrotum, exploring, plucking at the fragile skin, bringing bliss. The boy grew braver still and took his mouth from Tag’s penis so he could lave his tongue over his balls. With his good hand, Haden squeezed and stroked Tag’s cock. The little twink may have got off to a slow start, but he sure knew how to give head.
His tongue swept over the small flap of skin that drove Tag mad. It brought forth a moan that was half-snarl and made his cock twitch harder still. The boy probed further, running the wet tip around Tag’s anus, poking it in to test Tag’s reaction. Tag tugged on his submissive’s hair and rocked his hips forward, plunging his cock deeper and faster into Haden’s grip.
“Give me your mouth,” Tag rasped. “I need to fuck it.”
Haden obeyed, wrapping his lips around Tag’s ramrod hard erection once more. He took him deep and swallowed, liked Tag had done with him, then he sucked hard. Tag could barely keep from cuming at that point. Endurance was important. He might’ve been an anarchist biker who could break a man’s jaw with a mean uppercut, but he also liked to fuck his lovers until they were breathless and exhausted.
His cock pistoned in and out of Haden’s mouth at a feral rate. The kid groaned around his erection, making the maddening need to let go even more difficult to ignore. His young biker’s lips promised sweet paradise, but he wanted Haden’s ass before he got off. So he pulled his dick from between the kid’s lips and demanded, “Get up. I want to fuck you.”
Haden jumped up like a jack-in-the-box. Lust glittered in his eyes, making them more green than brown. A lascivious grin spread on his sharp face and he licked his lips clean of Tag’s pre-cum.
The action drove Tag wild. He cupped the young biker’s face and yanked him close. While plundering Haden’s mouth with a rough kiss,
he backed him toward the table, careful not to hurt the arm still protected by its sling.
He broke the kiss. “Take your clothes off.”
Haden stood naked and ready in less than a minute. Tag noticed the boy’s whole body trembled in anticipation. The kid’s cock stood at attention. Purplish-pink skin pulled taut over his engorged shaft, and pearly pre-cum trickled from his glans.
Tag shot forward and claimed his young lover’s mouth in another savage kiss. As he dragged his lips to Haden’s ear, he whispered, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“Yes.” The boy breathed hard and heavy. “Jesus, yes.”
Hooking his massive hands under the kid’s ass, Tag lifted him up and deposited him onto of the plain wooden table. He was glad he’d bought condoms on his last trip into town, just in case. After a nasty case of syphilis in his late teens, Tag never rode bareback again, unless he knew his partner well.
He urged the kid’s legs into the air and stared into his eyes. Haden went to drop his gaze, but Tag grabbed his chin and made him maintain eye contact. “I want you to watch us.”
The kid nodded and blushed. It was so damned cute when he turned red like that.
Tag wasn’t through tormenting him. He wanted his sub to beg for it. A meaty hand wrapped around Haden’s cock, and he watched the boy’s face as he slid his grip up and down slowly. The kid’s eyes fluttered closed and he sighed in bliss. Tag slapped his thigh and demanded he open them. Haden obeyed.
“Watch,” Tag snarled.
He jerked the kid off in a lazy rhythm, then he dropped to his knees and pressed his tongue to Haden’s asshole. He swirled circles around the tight, pink hole and the kid whimpered. This wet caress moved to his balls, and Tag sucked these sacs of flesh into his mouth. He grazed the sensitive flesh with his teeth then soothed them with his tongue. The boy panted now, obviously lost in ecstasy. Tag loved having this control over him.
“Please.” Haden’s voice went thin and breathy. “Please fuck me now.”
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