BDSM Mega Boxed Set

by Anita Lawless, C. J. Sneere, Roxxy Meyer

  “Shit, man.” Brodie got up and waved his mud caked hands at Tag. “He said it was okay.” He hooked a thumb at Haden.

  “We’re screwing.” Haden narrowed his eyes at Tag. “So it’s okay for you, but not for me? Bullshit.”

  Tag growled and showed teeth. Haden swore his eyes blazed golden brown. “If JoAnn catches you, she’ll fire your asses.”

  “So that’s what you’re mad about?” Haden put his hands on his hips and shook his head. “You look jealous to me.”

  “Fuck you, kid.” Tag got in his face. “Don’t play games with me.”

  Haden pushed him off. “I’m not the only one who’s been playing games.”

  Tag shrugged, shook his head. His eyes were piercing blue blades. “You both got fifteen minutes to clean up. If you’re not back at the cabin in twenty, I’m telling JoAnn.” He threw Haden’s soaked, muddy shorts at him. “You’re coming to the clubhouse with me.”

  “Why?”

  “Cause the guys decided to make you a prospect. Better not disappoint them.”

  ***

  Chapter 13

  Haden thought making Tag angry would make him happy, even if the happiness was short term. But the tension in the cab of Tag’s beat up Ford was thicker than the July humidity. Haden could barely get a word out of him.

  “So what made the guys change their mind?” he asked, excited about becoming a prospect.

  Tag shrugged and wouldn’t look at him. “It was Lucifer’s Chosen who didn’t want you. Not Rebels & Rogues. Ask me, they need their damn heads examined for letting you in.”

  “Whatever.”

  Haden pouted. Having Tag displeased with him made him uncomfortable. He hated that he wanted the man’s approval. Crazy shifter had done something weird to his head, and Haden didn’t like it.

  They arrived at the Rebels & Rogues clubhouse just before 7 pm. Motorcycles were lined up outside the beaten up old bar turned biker hangout. Rumor was that Old Man Bear bought the place for next to nothing from the former owner. The guy just wanted to retire to Florida. Bear gave him enough to do that, and then they transformed the place into R&R’s stomping grounds.

  It was quiet inside today. Haden had been here a couple times before with Tag, but never for long. A few old ladies cleared glasses from tables, and one wiped down the bar.

  Tag guided him toward a swinging door that led to rooms behind the main area of the clubhouse. Here, some of the bikers would sleep, or fuck, in private rooms. Places set up for crashing when one of them fell out with their old lady, or just got lucky with a hottie of the month. Three doors down was the main meeting room. Tag opened this one and they entered.

  The rest of the MC were clustered around a long, wooden table. Sniper looked up and nodded at Tag and Haden as they walked in. Old Man Bear motioned for Tag to take his seat.

  Haden was left standing before them, feeling as exposed as if he were naked.

  “So Tag tell you the news?” Old Man Bear folded his hands together and pinned Haden with a steely stare.

  Haden gulped. “Y-yeah. He did. T-thank you.”

  Low laughter rumbled out of the bikers at his stammering. Haden shifted on his feet as heat flooded his cheeks.

  Bear nodded at Sniper and he left the room for a moment. When he returned, he handed Haden a leather vest with a small patch on the front that read PROSPECT.

  Haden’s heart sped up with excitement. His lips spread in goofy smile. “Thanks.”

  “You prove yourself, you’ll earn a club patch.” Old Man Bear smiled back.

  Tag walked up beside him and patted him on the shoulder. “Got another surprise for you out back.”

  Haden followed him outside and around the building to where the club members parked their bikes. They walked past a row of Harleys, until Haden noticed a familiar hog in the last row. A thrill of excitement zipped through his heart. It was his beat up, silver low rider.

  “I figured the Nighthawks found this and trashed it.” Haden ran toward the bike.

  Tag followed him. “Found it right where you left it. Stored it here until you could ride it again.”

  “Thanks.” He gave Tag a knuckle bump. Seemed the big biker’s mood had changed for the better. “So we’re cool again?”

  Tag wore a lopsided grin. “We’re cool.”

  Haden hopped on his bike. “I’m gonna ride her back to your place.”

  “Sure. I’ll park the Ford here and ride with you.” Tag nodded toward his own hog. “Got another surprise for your tomorrow night, too.”

  Haden gave him a bewildered look.

  “We’re gonna celebrate, prospect.”

  Haden liked the sound of that.

  ***

  Tag had a surprise planned for Haden, all right. He couldn’t wait to give it to the kid.

  First, he had to get rid of Haden for a few hours, so he could set everything up. So he sent the prospect out to Old Man Bear’s to help him with some club business. By nightfall, the shack he referred to as his playhouse was all ready to go.

  He’d never let Haden in the shack before. Tonight would be his first visit, and Tag planned on making it one he’d remember for a long time.

  When he returned to the cabin, Haden had a shower and changed into some black boxer briefs, as Tag had instructed. Now Tag waited at the kitchen table, blindfold in hand. His cock already grew hard in his tight jeans.

  “Let me put this on.” He gestured for Haden to turn around when he entered the room. The kid was still wet from his shower and he looked good enough to eat.

  “But I wanna see.”

  “You’ll see soon enough. What? You wanna ruin the surprise?”

  Grumbling, Haden turned and let Tag fasten the plain black bandana over his eyes. He pressed his naked chest against Haden’s back. “Walk.”

  Tag guided him to the shack, making sure to rub his erection over the young biker’s round, ripe ass as he did so. Haden was soon rock hard and panting.

  The shack door creaked as Tag eased it open. He flicked on the lights and a fluorescent blue glow flooded the one room building. Taking Haden’s hand, he led him inside and over to the modified lat pulldown. Every machine in this playroom had been modified. The shack saw lots of workouts, some more erotic than others.

  Tag placed Haden’s wrists in the leather cuffs he’d fastened to each end of the handle. He tied them up, then asked, “Too tight?”

  “No, feels fine.” Haden wiggled his wrists.

  Next Tag grabbed a ball gag. “No safe words tonight. You won’t need ’em.”

  Before Haden could protest, the red ball slipped in his mouth. He grunted something, but it was too late for words now. Tag buckled the leather straps behind his head and then removed the blindfold.

  He watched Haden take in the room. When his gaze fell on the weight bench just in front of the lat machine, he squirmed and made muffled protests. His wide eyes fell on Tag, as if to ask, “What the fuck?”

  Tag crossed his arms over his burly chest and looked at Brodie, who sat naked on the padded seat. “Surprise.”

  Brodie smiled at Haden and said, “Hey, man.”

  “Figured I’d invite Brodie to our party.” Tag paced in front of Haden, enjoying his muzzled state. “You seemed to enjoy him so much, thought I’d give him a go.”

  He sat down beside the lithe blond and put an arm around his sinewy shoulders. Haden looked between the two of them, and annoyance glimmered in those greenish brown eyes. It made Tag’s cock all the harder. He enjoyed messing with his favorite twink.

  “So you’re gonna watch while I fuck this pretty boy.” Tag flit his tongue inside Brodie’s ear, making him shiver. “And when I’m done, maybe I’ll fuck you too.”

  Haden’s eyebrows bobbed up and down. His face strained as he tried to get words out around the firm red ball. This was driving him nuts, and Tag loved it.

  He got up from the bench and strutted over to the young biker. A firm slap kissed Haden’s thick, steely erection, making it s
way back and forth. Then he grabbed his chin, holding his head still so their gazes met. “Subs who misbehave get nothing. Keep being naughty, and I’ll leave you hanging there all night.”

  Haden said something that almost sounded like a muffled “Fuck you.” Tag gave his cock another hard slap and squeezed his balls with enough force to make him wince.

  Now, Haden went still. He breathed hard and glared at Tag, but his hushed protests stopped.

  Brodie stood as Tag turned toward him. “You sure he’s okay with this?” the young blond said.

  “Oh, yeah.” Tag slipped an arm around Brodie’s waist. “He loves this shit. We do it all the time. Don’t we, Haden?”

  Haden chuffed more air out of his nose and continued to glare. Tag knew he would loosen up and enjoy the show soon enough. He was just sore that Tag wouldn’t let him join the fun until he was damn good and ready.

  “Can see why you like him.” Tag stroked Brodie’s hard cock. “It’s long and thick. Nice.” He bent his head and licked pre-cum from the tip. “Bet you wish I was doing that to you, huh?”

  Haden’s eyes narrowed. Sweat erupted on his forehead.

  Tag teased Brodie’s earlobe with his teeth, then he grazed the sharp edges along the man’s jaw. Brodie let out a little sigh. He tugged on Brodie’s bottom lip with his incisors, then licked where his teeth had been. The young blond shivered, and Tag enjoyed his reaction.

  “Watching close, Haden?” he taunted, then swaggered over to a leather satchel he’d brought in with him. “I better put this on you.” He slid out a cock ring and moved toward his captive. “Don’t want you getting off early.”

  Just to add insult to injury, he bent down and sucked Haden’s penis, then laved his balls, before he slipped the cock ring on. Haden hummed out a moan around his ball gag.

  Tag sat beside Brodie and pulled him close. He explored the young man’s sweat slickened skin with his big, rough hands. Brodie’s breathing grew shallow and rapid. He touched Tag back, letting his fingers roam over brawny, tattooed shoulders, down his bulging pecs.

  “You’re so hard everywhere,” the young blond said, as if in awe.

  Tag chuckled. “I’ll show you just how hard I can be.” Then he claimed Brodie’s lips in a rough, raw kiss that left the guy gasping for air.

  Haden shuffled forward and jerked the chains attached to the lat handle. His face showed the strain of tension.

  “Getting to you, twink?” Tag reached out and squeezed Haden’s penis. “Good.”

  He turned back to Brodie. “Get down on your knees and suck my cock.”

  The young blond didn’t protest. He knelt before Tag and got to sucking. A small moan escaped Tag as the guy worked his tongue over his shaft.

  “Bet you wish that was you, huh, Haden? Sucking my cock like a good little sub. Bet you can almost taste it now.”

  Haden didn’t move this time, but he continued to glare.

  Brodie lapped at his balls and Tag told him “Don’t be afraid to use some teeth.” He liked it rough, after all, but this new lover didn’t know that. He encouraged Brodie not to be shy. Teeth sank into the tender flesh of his scrotum and Tag growled in satisfaction.

  He grabbed Brodie by the cheeks and told him to “Deep throat my cock. Suck it hard.” Brodie did just that, slurping his way up and down Tag’s dick. The kid knew how to give head. He’d have to be careful he didn’t blow his load sooner than he wanted to.

  Tag lifted his legs up on the bench, exposing his asshole. He told Brodie to give him a rim job, fuck his ass with his fingers. Soon a warm pink tongue lavished his anus with attention. Fingers followed, sliding inside his tightness and curling to find that bulb of tissue that drove men into oblivion.

  “Ohhhh, Haden. If you could only feel what I’m feeling.”

  Haden just snorted in disgust.

  Tag grasped Brodie’s head again and guided his mouth back to his cock. His eyes narrowed to slits as he reveled in pleasure, and how much it was pissing Haden off. “Ohhhh… yeah. That’s it. You’ve got a great mouth on you, Brodie.”

  The encouragement worked. This blond between Tag’s legs poured on the effort. He deep throated Tag and held all of him in his mouth. Then he shook his head rapidly back and forth as his tongue swept over the shaft. One hand still fondled Tag’s balls and asshole. It was sheer torture not to cum in the guy’s mouth. He’d have to fuck Brodie soon.

  Brodie took Tag’s cock from his mouth and licked it all over, like he was savoring an ice cream cone. His thumb explored beneath the thick ridge, then his tongue repeated the pattern. He lapped up sweet cream from Tag’s hole, then suckled just the head to tease him.

  Finally Tag could take no more. He grabbed Brodie by the shoulders and hauled him to his feet.

  “Get a condom and lube out of my bag,” he commanded. “And get back here quick, so I can fuck your ass hard.”

  The blond’s big eyes sparkled and he smiled. He returned in seconds with a condom and a bottle of clear jelly.

  Tag glanced at Haden before he ripped the wrapper open. His twink had looked away. Sweat now dripped from the end of his nose. Tag almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But this would teach Haden to play mind games with him. He didn’t care if the kid fucked other people. Really. He just didn’t like being toyed with. Tag had to prove he was the master in this game.

  “Hey, Haden, watch. Don’t look away.”

  Slowly Haden turned his head toward them. His eyes narrowed as he focused on Tag. Ah, how Tag loved tormenting his impudent little twink.

  “That’s better.” Tag ripped open the condom and slid it on his impressive erection. Then he lubed it up. Wrapping his arms around Brodie’s trim waist, he pulled him close. “C’mere. I’m gonna plow that sweet ass until you lose your mind.”

  He eased Brodie down onto his thick cock. The young blond sighed and “Ohhhh,” as his anus stretched wide. Tag worked himself in deeper, deeper, with gentle thrusts. Reaching around, he gripped Brodie’s penis and moved his callused hand up and down its length. This elicited a loud moan from the young man.

  He buried his fingers in the kid’s short hair and yanked his head to the side. While watching Haden’s reaction, he bit and licked Brodie’s neck, then lavished the same attention on his ear. Brodie writhed and trembled now as Tag fucked him. Tiny gasps and mewling indicated Brodie’s enjoyment.

  Haden, however, didn’t look too happy. He thrashed again, straining at the lat bar. But there was no way he was moving that thing. Tag had put 350lbs of weight on it.

  Haden kicked out and shook his manacles. Tag just ignored him and bit into his lover’s collarbone, which made Brodie squeal. His hand trailed from the blond’s hair and explored the curves and planes of muscle in his lean chest. He tweaked his nipples then fucked him harder.

  A loud cry left Brodie’s throat. Tag gripped the side of his face and turned his head so his lips could claim Brodie’s once more. He milked his cock faster, rougher, until he let out a muffled groan inside of Tag’s mouth.

  Brodie rocked atop his lap, pushing his ass farther into Tag’s cock. Finally Tag could take it no longer and he had to let go. He thrust hard and deep inside of Brodie and spilled his seed. Before he pulled out, he squeezed and stroked Brodie to a mind blowing orgasm. The kid let out a long, loud, “Ahhhhh,” and trembled as he came. Semen gushed from the kid’s dick and warm seed spilled all over Tag’s hand. Panting, he fell back against Tag’s sweat slippery chest. His back was equally slick from exertion, and heat seeped from his body.

  Tag licked some droplets of perspiration off Brodie’s neck before he eased him off his cock. The kid was wobbly on his legs, and Tag had to hold his waist and guide him to sit on the bench beside him. It filled Tag with primal pride. He’d done his job well.

  Easing off the bench, Tag stood and walked to Haden. He stared into those glittering eyes and saw the kid hated him. But he’d get over it.

  Tag patted his cheek. “Guess we’re done here. See you in the morning.” He walked
away and motioned for Brodie to follow. The used condom went in a trash can near the door.

  Brodie’s eyes widened and his mouth dropped open. “Aren’t you…?”

  Tag shook his head. “Nah, let him hang here for a while. Naughty subs need to learn their place.”

  Brodie looked at Haden, who now mumble-yelled as best he could around the gag. The blond kid bit his lip and got off the bench to follow Tag. As they left the shack, Haden squirmed and fought his bonds, kicking out wildly with both legs.

  Tag shut off the light as they exited.

  Brodie gave him a worried frown. “You aren’t gonna leave him in there, are you?”

  Tag leaned up against the door. “Give it ten minutes, and we’ll go back in. Think you can go another round?” He reached down and stroked Brodie’s cock until it began to harden again.

  “Oh, yeah.” The kid sighed the words and his eyes fluttered closed.

  Ten minutes later, they re-entered the cabin and Tag flicked on the light. Haden’s muffled protests started up and he swung from the lat handle as he twisted around.

  Tag approached him. “You didn’t really think I’d leave you with a perfectly good erection, did you?” He reached down and stroked Haden’s pinkish brown, stiff cock. Then he unbuckled the ball gag and took it from his mouth.

  “You fuckin’ sonofa—”

  Haden’s curses drowned in Tag’s fierce kiss. Expertly, he reached up and unfastened the kid’s wrist while he tongue fucked him breathless. Haden sagged as his wrists were freed, and he practically fell into Tag’s arms.

  Brodie walked around behind Haden. He looked at Tag with anxious eyes, and a nod from Tag gave him all the permission he needed. His full, rosy lips feathered kisses over Haden’s shoulders as they led him to the bench. Then teeth and tongue met flesh as Brodie tasted Haden’s neck. Haden let out a hiss at the pleasing painful assault. He reached down and squeezed the young blond’s cock before they sprawled out on the bench.

  “Lie down,” Tag commanded Haden, and he spread out on the bench. His sweaty back stuck to the vinyl seat.

  Tag stalked around him, slapping Haden’s dick a few times when he stopped between his legs. “You think you deserve to get off?”