by James Cox
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Copyright© 2015 James Cox
ISBN: 978-1-77233-408-1
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer
Editor: Kerry Genova
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
DEDICATION
To the brave men that actually wear cock cages. Respect.
This is the most fun I've had researching a book, so I hope you enjoy my dip into the kinky side.
BALLS AND CHAINS
Outlaw MC, 6
James Cox
Copyright © 2015
Government File:
Name: William Knight
AKA: Whip
Affiliations: Treasurer, Outlaw MC of Mars
Description: Shoulder length black hair, gray eyes, glasses
Distinguishing Marks/tattoos: Outlaw on lower back in bold. Pierced nipples and privates.
Notable history on file: Father was lead interrogator for Peacekeepers.
Previous prison time: 0
Prologue
Earth was considered a desolate planet and is used as a prison. Humanity lives on Mars in a single but always expanding city. Technology being what it is keeps us humans breathing. Our government is ruled by a man named Max Wexmen. He’s a twisted fuck and changed our entire structure. Now it is illegal to drink alcohol, do any drugs, have kinky sex, and, of course, smoke. Homosexuality was a death sentence. Women were to be kept for breeding. Dark-skinned men were used as slaves like back in the darkest days of history. The bad guys ruled the world and the good guys were the outlaws. That’s why we created the MC. We take our hover bikes and fight the injustice on Mars. The battle is going to be bloody.
My name is William. Boring right? That’s why my MC brothers call me Whip. My unusual kinks are part of who I am, what I am. I’ve been a member of the Outlaws for a long time, but I didn’t start out here. That’s my tale to tell I guess. A past that should have killed me, but I prevailed and joined the resistance. All the MC’s have banned together, recruiting and fighting against the government. Welcome to the war.
Chapter One
Children don’t know their limit until they are pushed so hard they either cave or descend into the darkness with you. – Markus William Knight
Darkness. It was a part of me just like my strange kinks. Under the surface was the man my father molded. The one he taught to hate, torture, kill. Those memories stayed with me too. All these years later and I still thought of my father, Markus. He was six feet tall just like I was. The same dark hair but his was always cut short where mine brushed my shoulders. We had the same eyes too. It was scary to look in a mirror and see the man you feared staring back. I shuddered. It made the necklaces around my neck jingle and the four bracelets on my right wrist chime. Not the best sounds when we were in the middle of the war.
The MC’s had all gotten together in our city of Mars and started this war. It had only been a few days ago that we created a barrier as our front lines against the government and the peacekeepers. We took the stealth bombings and dangerous rescues out in the open. We were a refuge for women, dark-skinned men, and people who wanted to do the right thing. We were also a good place to start if you wanted to make amends for your past. I was behind the front lines of metal and broken glass right now. I had a laser gun on my hip and another in my hand. We learned yesterday not to keep your weapon holstered. The peacekeepers had tried to take us down. It was an epic failure on their part. We fought them off, dwindled their numbers, and started our planning. Outlaw was president of our MC. He shared leadership of this resistance with Justice, the black president of the Underground MC and Lily, president of the all-female Amazon MC. We were a mismatched group that worked fucking miracles.
The city on Mars was once a beautiful place. It still is, I guess. However, now everyone was weary and scared. But that was war. The sun was high in the sky, which showed the large barrier we created as our front lines. Behind that were tents being set up and a tolerant world starting to grow. There was a cave too. It led to a system of tunnels that the Underground MC were using. I stared out at the untouched portion of the city. The buildings were lower here but toward the center, they rose around a single structure—the government building. I couldn’t see it from here. What I saw were streets lined with peacekeeper hover cars. People walked in fear as they rushed to their destination. There weren’t even many on the red rock sidewalks. A few peacekeepers turned to look at me. I was standing on the highest point of the downed building we used for a barrier. I waved at them, my bracelets jangling. They shot at me. It was your basic good morning in a war.
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I pulled my dark hair behind my head, tying it back with a strip of cloth. Then I went about packing. It was just a plain sack with a few pairs of jeans and shirts. We were living in the caves for the last few days so I had unpacked all my stuff. Now, I repacked and headed toward Harley’s Hover Car Parts. I grabbed my flogger, the long leather strands were smooth against my fingertips. It’d been a while since I got to use this. With our cause getting closer to fruition, I had to put my hobbies on the back burner. Maybe that’s why I was so damn pent up. I shoved it in the bag then stuck my hand under the stone table that I was using as a bed. The rope was coarse against my skin. It was weaved into a tight knot so that it was almost flat. I tucked that into the corner of the sack. Next thing I could feel was my hard, flat paddle. I pulled that free and stuck it in the bag too. It was on the smaller side, enough to leave a mark and hold in one hand. It fit in the sack easily. Not that I was hiding anything. My MC brothers already knew my taste lied toward the extreme end of things.
“You really need that for this trip?” Outlaw, the president of our club, asked. He was standing near the arched rock doorway with his hands in his pockets.
I smiled. “You really need oxygen to breathe?” I wrapped my hand around the three-foot cane and shoved that in the sack too. It just about fit, stretching the sides. “Besides, what if I find true love like you and I don’t have my toys to whip him?” I joked. I grabbed a box next. It was the last item under the makeshift bed. I carefully laid it on top. That box held my precious commodity that cost me enough to buy a house on the nice side of town. My cock cage. It also had a little compartment for my miniature torch and a sharp, silver knife.
I pulled back the blanket and grabbed my whip. Yeah, it was freaky having that in bed but last night I used that whip to stimulate my frustrated dick until I let out a climax that woke the other men. They all laughed it off and fell back to sleep. I picked up the whip, touching the handle fondly. The long lash was hanging down so I curled it around the handle and put that in my sack too. I took these everywhere. They were my comfort items. Like a kid and his stuffed animal. These were my necessity, my calming effects, me.
Outlaw was quiet. He looked tired like he always did since our VP Liam was sent to prison on Earth. “The tunnel’s all clear.”
I nodded. I would soon be out of the front lines and making my way through the city. Technically, under the city through a tunnel that lead to a garage next to Harley’s Hover Car Parts. Harley was the owner. He supplied us with weapons, hover bikes, and we were hoping a new spot for me to bunk down. Out here, on the edge of the city, transmissions sucked. I couldn’t listen to the peacekeeper’s communication or hack into a
ny of their databases. I was the treasurer for the club, which was moot now that our club was in the war zone. I was also the best man in all the MC’s with technology. That meant I had to brave the city and make my way to Harley while staying under the radar. Then I could monitor the radios and information waves. I zipped the sack up, swinging it around so it was over one shoulder. “I’ll radio you when I get there.”
Outlaw nodded. “The guys are waiting to say goodbye.”
I rolled my eyes. “You do realize for badass bikers, leaders of the resistance...we hug too fucking much.”
Outlaw chuckled.
I walked past him to see my club in the wide hall. He patted my shoulder and went toward the bright light of the day that led to our front lines. Mayhem was stepping up to me. He was a brute of a man with hair longer than mine. He was always grunting and growling. He slapped my arm and nodded.
“Seriously, that’s it?” his lover Torrin said. The former peacekeeper had really proven himself to the club over the last few days. He wrapped his arms around me as Mayhem lit up a cigar. “Be safe.”
I let them walk off. I think he would be the only one to hug me like that. He wasn’t quite in on the loop about how kinky I was or my bag of toys, literally.
Chaos was next, he was the shorter out of all of us. He gave me a handshake. “Be safe, brother.”
I nodded and his lover, Beau, gave me a quick embrace. I knew there would be too much fucking hugging. They moved on toward the front lines. Deviant was the biggest man we had. Not just tall but pure muscle and a huge dick that I did peek at on occasion. He was a brutal beast in a fight, but I never got to have him under my whip. Shame. He squeezed my shoulder as his man Tage smiled at me. The former rich man had a mansion and all the money he could ever want. Tage gave up everything for Deviant’s dick—sorry—his personality.
“Return to us, brother,” Deviant said.
What’s with all the depressing talk? “It’s not like I’m flying off Mars. I’ll just be at Harley’s.”
“In the fucking heart of enemy territory,” Outlaw said from behind me. “Now, stop feeling up Deviant and get your ass moving.”
I tucked my sack more securely over my shoulder and made my way down the tunnel. It was the opposite of the others. This led under the city. It branched out to Tage’s old home, which we blew up so they couldn’t find the tunnel. That had been yesterday’s adventure and I wasn’t involved. Mayhem was our explosive expert. I grabbed the hovering light because a few feet down there was nothing but darkness. It would take a ridiculous nine hours to get there. I couldn’t use a bike because the sound might draw attention and some of this passage was too close to the surface.
“Here.”
I turned to see it was Grim who spoke. I think I heard him talk three times in the years I’d known him. He handed me a small material bag. I glanced inside to see a container of water and some vitamin bars. “Thank you.”
He nodded and stood there.
I guess he was sending me off. This farewell made me uneasy. I really was just going to Harley’s. It wasn’t as dangerous as being on the front lines. I held the light in my hand, which was square and larger than my palm. Then I took the first step in my long journey. It should have been daunting, but the weight of the sexy toys in my sack made me feel better.
At five hours, I took out the water and drank half the container. It was hot down here, surprisingly. I wasn’t sure if that was just natural for Mars or if it had something to do with the city above me. I ripped open a bar with my teeth and ate half of it. When I was done, I shoved it in my pack and placed that on the floor. I found a flat area and faced the wall. I opened the buttons and the sound seemed to echo. It made me think of the first time I had sex. We had to be quiet because we were in my house. It was a rush of hands and mouths. I smiled and reached in to pull my dick out. I was soft. I stroked it a few times just for the hell of it, aimed at the wall and took a piss. I stared around as I released my bladder. The only light was coming from the one I carried. Behind and in front of me was total darkness and eerie silence. I shook off any excess liquid and then tucked myself back in. I buttoned up and grabbed all my stuff.
I had a few more hours to go before I’d reach Harley’s. I’d known the Irishman for years, but I didn’t really know him well. We’ve talked a handful of times. He helped up coordinate a lot of gun drops. I hadn’t seen him in months. The last time he was a clean-shaven ginger with freckles on his cheeks that I wanted to trace with my dick. I chuckled into the silence. Boredom for me always led to thinking about sex. And lately it’s been dwindling. The sex that is. Not enough time, not enough men to go around. All my club members were settling down. That was dangerous during war.
It was hours later, thinking about the best sex positions, when I found myself so close to the end of the tunnel that I heard hover cars. The darkness was receding. I walked faster, moving into a jog. This would lead to Harley’s garage. It was open at both ends for car storage and customers. I peeked out and saw the entire thing empty. My legs were achy as I climbed the slight angle. The night air was warm and inviting. I inhaled sharply as I made my way to the ramp that led to the back door. It was actually propped open. I grabbed my laser gun at my hip, holding it tightly as I approached. I dropped the sack quietly near the door and stepped into the frame.
The back room was just a small table with boxes on it, some shelves filled with items, and a short set of stairs that led upstairs. There were also hidden stairs to the basement under the rug. I knew that because that’s where he stored many of our guns. Harley was currently sitting on a stool with his feet propped up on the counter. He was reading an old-fashioned book with paper pages.
I tucked my gun back in the holster at my hip, grabbed my sack, and then knocked.
Harley jumped up, nearly falling backward. “Bloody fooker.” He threw the book in my direction, which made me laugh. Did he think he was going to stop a burglar or peacekeeper by doing that? He smiled when he saw me. “Yer an arse.” He shook his head, straightening.
I picked up his book and handed it to the beautiful ginger. His hair was longer than the last time I saw him. It was brushing the collar of his white shirt. His green eyes were stunning with some soft, crinkled lines at the ends. He a small nose and plump lips. He seemed bulkier too. His clothes stretched over his muscular frame and distracted me.
“Good ta see ya, Whip.” He stuck out his hand.
We shook. “You too, Harley.”
“Nearly knocked me on me arse.” He laughed.
It was a soft sound that made me smile. “I’m guessing Outlaw didn’t get a message through to you about me stopping by?”
Harley closed the back door as he shook his head. “Ya need ’elp?”
I nodded and watched as he locked it then went back to the counter. The slacks he wore were a dull gray color that really molded against his backside. When he turned, I lost sight and my gaze jumped to his face. “Yeah, we need a favor.” No need to scare a friend of the club. Not many men liked to play with me, which made partners hard to find. Most of them only allowed me to spank them and that was fun but not as hardcore as I liked.
Harley moved to the front of the store. I heard him lock that door too. When he came back, he had dimmed the lights in the store. “Downstairs.” He lifted the rug, which revealed more slats of the floor. However, he pulled on a book on the shelf and a door jerked open.
I went first, the stairs steep. It led to a large area with no windows. There was a metal table down here, bolted to the floor, three chairs, and a random sink with a counter attached. There was a holograph TV in the corner, which was just a small device on the floor that would project the picture. On the table was a square computer, also holograph. It was a nice setup. There were shelves here too. I recognized a radio transmission device and a laser pen healer. I placed my sack on the table and turned toward the stairs. Behind them was a cot tucked in there and the tiniest bathroom on the planet.
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“A room,” I muttered.
Harley lifted a ginger eyebrow. He sat on the nearest seat.
“We have no ability to communicate out there. They’re jamming our frequencies. We can override that, but it’d be easier to sneak in here and piggyback off your connections.” I was still standing which made my dominant side heighten. I liked looking down at Harley as he stared up at me. Hey now, let’s not get all excited about something that wasn’t going to happen. I was here to do a job for the club, that was all. “I can guarantee they won’t be able to detect me either. It’s just so I can keep an ear out for their plans and we can schedule gun shipments.”
Harley nodded. “Aye, ye can ’ave the space.” He sat back slightly. “’ow’s the struggle going?”
I finally took a seat, but I felt my aching muscles clearer when I was resting. I stretched my hands over my head. “It’s going. We have a nice setup that they can’t get through. More are joining our cause every day.”
“Aye, ya started some crazy shite. Yesterday, two slaves fooking escaped and burned t’eir masters ’ouse to the ground.”
“Really?” I hadn’t heard about that.
“T’at follows a woman who killed ’er owner in ’is sleep.” Harley frowned. “Cut his fooking nuts off too.” He shivered. “At least yer getting t’e word out. Resistance is growing.”
I nodded, stretching my neck. “That’s why we have to be plugged in here. We didn’t know this was happening.” I rolled my left shoulder a few times. “I can’t believe she cut his nuts off.” I rolled my right shoulder.
“Aye. Yer welcome to stay ’ere. But gotta be in t’e basement. The peacekeepers are raiding places at random. Got Barnade’s yesterday, ’ad ’is dick buried in some slaves arse. T’ey executed ’im.”