Bailey Morgan [Seven Brothers for McBride 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove)

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Bailey, on the other hand, was almost as big as Caleb, but he was the youngest and the most kindhearted. He would be respectful of his companion and willing to be sweet if he was pleased. The more he chatted with the bubbly Ferris, the more McBride became convinced he would pair to Bailey very well.

  The ride back to the tallos farm was uneventful. The sun was high, the air was hot, but all too soon the world would be even hotter. This was the first harvest of the spring tallos. All through the upcoming summer his men would be planting and harvesting. When winter came, they would erect massive curved buildings over the rows to keep out the snow but let in the light. There was no idle time on a farm like his, which was why he needed strong men.

  Down the long drive from the main road to where his house sat was one of his favorite sights. They called it the big house, and it was. Four stories tall with two wings coming off the sides, McBride’s inherited house looked like a huge white bird that had landed in the middle of the black earth. Since water was such a premium item, he didn’t have much in the way of plantings, but that was fine with him. What he loved about the place was the huge windows. When the shades were up, the house was almost as bright as daylight inside.

  The road continued on past his house to a cul-de-sac where the Morgan brothers had their little homes. In the very center of the circle were the elaborate stocks, but McBride hadn’t had to use them and hoped he never would. All seven brothers were lined up outside their houses, waiting for McBride to enter the center of the street. Seven small but tidy homes were evenly spaced around the dead-end circle of the street. McBride’s house was situated across from the circle and was about as big as all their houses added together. Given a choice, McBride never would have built such a large house that demanded so much utilities, but his ancestors had had the place built and his father had left it to McBride when he passed away. The first thing he’d done when he’d entered was close off most of the rooms. Since the staff was mechanical, he didn’t have to fire anyone. He simply shut them off and left them in the wings in case he ever needed them again.

  “Sir?” Ferris asked, his voice very low and breathy.

  “Yes?”

  “I am afraid, sir.”

  “Why? I’ve told you clearly you will not be harmed.”

  “But they are huge, sir.” Ferris swallowed so hard McBride heard a dry click.

  “Calm yourself, young Ferris.” McBride gently patted his thigh, marveling at the soft plush of his skin. “I will teach your companion how to care for you.”

  “Are you gentle?”

  McBride considered. He could be when he chose to be, but lately he’d been consumed with darker dreams of rough embraces and snarled demands. Clearly, he needed another visit to the off-world grindhouse for landed gentrymen. There, he could indulge the depth of his perverted desires and suffer no recriminations. Men such as he had huge appetites for sex and blood. Since they were not allowed to own thralls directly, or to fornicate with their slammers except when they were punishing them, they were afforded grindhouses until they found a suitable companion. McBride hadn’t been to one in months because he’d been putting all of his money back into his farm. However, his nightly masturbation ritual was becoming tedious. A big, burly grind would be just the kind of man to take his mind off his troubles for a while.

  “Sir?”

  “It matters not what I am,” McBride finally answered. “I will teach your companion to please you. If gentle touches are what arouse you, then that is what he will give you.”

  “Thank you, sir. I am reassured.”

  “Good.”

  “One last thing, sir.”

  “Yes?”

  “What is a rectal dilator?”

  Chapter 2

  Bailey Morgan had never seen such a beautiful man. A surge of jealousy swept over him when he saw McBride’s hand on the man’s pale thigh, but Bailey pushed the uncomfortable feeling away. As the youngest, he doubted the first companion would be for him. Tears tried to well up, but Bailey wouldn’t let them flow. If nothing else, he had his pride. All he could do was watch with a sense of hopeless fascination, wondering which one of his brothers would receive the most stunning companion in the universe. If that dazzling creature were for him, Bailey swore to all the stars in the sky he would work three times as hard each day if he could fuck that amazing man each night.

  McBride stopped in front of Bailey’s house, and his heart almost exploded out of his chest. Absolutely shocked, Bailey waited a full thirty seconds for McBride to move on. When he didn’t, Bailey tremulously asked, “Is he mine?”

  “He is indeed.” McBride’s smile was reassuring. “His name is Ferris.”

  “Ferris.” Bailey thought the name suited him. His hair was dirty blond and tapered around his forehead and ears. When he finally met Bailey’s gaze, he discovered Ferris’s eyes were molten copper. His heart skipped a beat. Bailey had long dreamed of a companion with gleaming metallic eyes.

  “Help him down, Bailey.”

  Trembling, Bailey reached out his hand. When Ferris slipped his hand in his and Bailey realized Ferris was shaking, too, he soothed, “I would never hurt you.”

  Ferris smiled shyly and dropped his gaze. His copper eyes widened, and then he blushed.

  Bailey realized his cock was pressing against the translucent weave of his tallos-picking suit. Without the protective fiber covering his body, the buds of the tallos plant would dig into his flesh. Since it was a hot day, he was bare below the protective garment. It was curious to Bailey how something so thin could be so shielding. The outfit was unsnaggable by the barbs that enveloped the tallos bulbs, but it was also almost entirely see-through.

  “Off with the rest of you now. I will bring each of you a companion in turn.” McBride dismissed Bailey’s brothers, and they went after a few quiet grumbles. All but for Caleb. Rather than go, Caleb planted his feet wide and glared at McBride.

  Bailey cringed.

  Caleb was going to ruin everything. For once, just for one time in all the years they’d been together as brothers, couldn’t Caleb let Bailey be first without making a mess of it? Caleb was the oldest and the biggest. Since he often caused the most ruckus, he usually got to go first with everything. If McBride took Bailey’s companion and gave him to Caleb, Bailey would never forgive either one of them.

  “Caleb, don’t make me get the prod.”

  “Maybe I’d like that.” Caleb spit on the ground, making the black dirt puff up around where the gob landed. Heat had made him sweat and plastered his long black hair around his face, neck, and bared chest. He looked savage and heartless.

  “I will dock your percentage.” In opposition, McBride was calm and cool. His short brown hair was smoothed against his skull from the heat, which Bailey saw when McBride lifted his hat and finger combed his hair back before settling his hat back on his head. Unlike Caleb, McBride didn’t use his massive body to intimidate others. Rarely did he even raise his voice. There was something about his low-key manner that made Bailey eager to please him.

  The threat to take away his share of the profits got Caleb to turn on his heel and enter his house. About the only thing that worked on the eldest and most massive brother of the Morgan clan was threats against his benefits. Pushing him around was not so effective, even with the prod. Caleb could withstand incredible pain. In fact, Bailey began to suspect Caleb liked receiving pain as much as he liked to give it. Watching Caleb fuck the sexdroid had been as fascinating as it was terrifying. Caleb had rammed his cock in so hard and fast he’d shattered the thing’s backside, which delivered a powerful shock to Caleb’s prick, given how he jolted and his long hair started to rise, but Caleb kept right on fucking until he’d come all over the twitching and sparking unit. After laughing, he’d kicked it and returned to his home, presumably to sleep. Bailey had gone home hard and disappointed, but filled with dreams of his copper-eyed companion.

  “Come along, Bailey. It’s time for your first lesson.” McBride entered
Bailey’s little house and went right on through the main room to the bedroom.

  “Lesson?” Bailey followed quickly on his heels, noticing that, though McBride was a bit sweaty, he smelled of that high-end soap the landed gentrymen all seemed to use. No matter how many times he smelled that interesting aroma, Bailey had no idea what it was. Something off-world and exotic, probably. An expensive herb or flower, perhaps. Whatever it was, it smelled very good.

  “I must show you the ways of a man with his mate.” McBride took off his cowboy hat and set it aside on the dresser. The battered fabric was once white, but after only a few weeks on the farm, it had turned gray from the black dust. He removed his boots, socks, and shirt. “You don’t wish to hurt him, do you?”

  “No.” Bailey gazed wonderingly at young Ferris, who stood watching McBride disrobe. “He’s so pretty.”

  Ferris blushed and smiled at Bailey.

  “Indeed he is.” McBride removed his trousers and his skivvies. His body was well formed and powerful, just like Caleb’s, but McBride wasn’t quite as hairy as Caleb. Or maybe because his body hair was dark brown rather than black it just looked less dense. Still, he had a big cock. Bailey had only felt it against his backside when McBride fed from him, since he liked to stand behind him, but seeing it now confirmed what he’d felt. McBride was big, and his sac was large and looked heavy. “Undress, Bailey. Have you showered?”

  “No, sir. I just finished picking right before you showed up with my companion.” Just saying the word hardened Bailey’s prick. The thought of inserting his tool into a real, live man had him trembling all over. How would it feel to be engulfed by that softness? Oh, to feel his heat. To feel him move! If Bailey didn’t calm himself, he was afraid he’d lose his load in his picking suit.

  “Go and do that now.” McBride motioned him away with a flick of his fingers. “Your first lesson is that you should always be clean for your companion.”

  Bailey ran to the bathroom. He was so excited he could barely get his suit off without falling. As he struggled to get the legs of the trousers off, he realized he still had his boots on. Laughing at himself, he sat down on the closed lid of the toilet, shucked his shoes and socks, then finished disrobing.

  Once he had the water going, he jumped within the stall and briskly scrubbed away the black dust. Ollie said the dirt was fine clay, which was why it powdered so easily and puffed up when it was dry. Bailey didn’t know about that. All he knew was the black dust clung to everything. Bailey swore he would always be clean for Ferris, who was certainly clean. Why, he hardly had any dust on him from the distance he’d traveled to get to the farm from the market.

  Bailey looked at himself in the reflective tiles across from the showerhead. Black streaks swooshed out of his hair, down his face, and then his chest. He must have looked dreadful. No wonder Ferris had been afraid. The poor creature probably thought he’d been about to be mated to a mud dweller.

  Bailey took extra care to clean himself as thoroughly as he could. He gave himself a close shave then dried off with a fresh towel. He didn’t want to linger, but he wanted to be as attractive as he could. It mattered a great deal to him that Ferris enjoyed their couplings. Bailey was aroused a lot. Everything gave him a stiff dick. To finally have someone to share his lust with was literally a dream come true.

  As a member of the lower class, a slammer, Bailey hardly ever craved blood, but when he did, he would be able to drink from Ferris. This in turn would make him a better blood provider to McBride. As a landed gentryman, McBride drank almost every night and sometimes during the day, too. He rotated through the brothers so that all of them had time to recover.

  Bailey had always enjoyed when McBride drank from him. The act itself was arousing, and McBride allowed Bailey to masturbate. McBride could have, too, but didn’t. Bailey wondered if he did that with his other brothers, but he’d never gotten the courage to ask any of them or his master. Bailey had discovered under the ownership of McBride’s father that sometimes knowing something really wasn’t that important. Questions could get him into difficulties that were hard to get out of because once Bailey knew something, he couldn’t unknow it.

  When Bailey returned to the bedroom, he discovered that McBride had stacked the pillows up against the headboard of his bed and then leaned back on them with his legs spread around Ferris.

  Jealousy surged. Ferris was his companion! Bailey wasn’t selfish, but he thought that when he got a mate, he would be his and only his. A man like McBride could have any man he wanted, and since he was upper class, most men would want him in return. How could Bailey ever compete with him?

  “I see the rage in your eyes, Bailey.” McBride was sitting a bit away from Ferris. He was close but not actually touching Bailey’s companion. “I’m only going to be touching him and you in order to train you both. I will not touch your companion but for this teaching. Do you understand?”

  “Can’t you just tell me what to do?” Bailey wanted to be the only one to touch his beautiful companion.

  “I must show and tell.” McBride frowned, but he didn’t look angry. It was more a pursing of his lips with understanding. “Have I ever touched you in a sexual way before tonight?”

  “No, sir.” Bailey hung his head a little. He’d just been thinking that McBride never even masturbated when he drank from him. Obviously, the man had tremendous self-control.

  “Please trust me that I am being honest with you. Now come. Get on the bed.”

  Bailey climbed upon the bed on his hands and knees.

  “Spread your legs, Ferris. Bailey? Come and kneel before your companion.”

  Bailey did so. The urge to caress Ferris was almost overpowering.

  “Touch him. Carefully. Think of him as the most fragile blown-glass vase in the world.”

  Now that he had permission, Bailey hesitated. He didn’t know where to begin.

  Softly, McBride encouraged, “Touch his face with your fingertips. Trace the outline as if you are memorizing his features.”

  Bailey did as instructed. Ferris’s face was so smooth. He had no bumps, scars, or even harsh bristles from a beard. Not even an errant freckle marred his pale perfection. As Bailey caressed him, Ferris kept his eyes riveted to Bailey’s face, almost as if he were memorizing by using his gaze rather than his touch.

  “Stroke your finger over his lips.”

  When Bailey did, they plushed against his finger. “So soft.”

  “Lean close and kiss him.”

  Bailey was up and off the bed and back in the bathroom in a flash. Berating himself, he hurriedly brushed his teeth. No way would he kiss his companion for the first time with a sour mouth.

  When he returned, McBride and Ferris were waiting. They didn’t ask, and Bailey had an idea that McBride knew exactly why Bailey had rushed off. Bailey returned to his place between Ferris’s parted legs. He leaned over, holding his weight balanced on one hand pressed against the bed. Slowly, he descended until his lips pressed lightly against Ferris’s. Contact caused a spark of bliss that tightened every muscle in Bailey’s body. Bailey let out a growl of pleasure. Ferris answered with a whimper that hardened Bailey’s aching cock.

  “Kiss lightly with just your lips. Grow accustomed to one another, but don’t advance just yet.” McBride’s voice was very soft and low. He seemed to be a part of the furniture rather than a part of the action. Bailey was now glad that McBride was here to help him. The only pleasures Bailey had known were at his own hands. “Very good. Now, Bailey, gently open your mouth. You will track his progress with your lips, Ferris, and allow Bailey to slip his tongue against yours.”

  When Bailey did, Ferris leaned up into him, deepening the kiss, so Bailey knew he was doing it right. He was pleased beyond words. They kissed for a long time before McBride urged them to pull apart.

  “See what you have done to one another.” McBride darted his gaze downward.

  Ferris was as hard as Bailey. His prick was a good size for his body, and wonderfully thic
k.

  “Can I touch him there?”

  “Not just yet. I want you to explore him the same way you explored his face. But don’t lunge for his cock right away. Be more subtle. There are many places on a man’s body that respond to caresses.”

  Bailey understood that while he could just grab his cock and stroke, things would be over very quickly if he did. Taking his time and rubbing all of him, Bailey would build the anticipation in his companion and himself. Tentatively, Bailey slid his fingertips over Ferris’s shoulders then down the strong, smooth planes of his chest. When he slid his nails across his nipples, Ferris arched his chest, almost as if he were lifting himself in offer to Bailey. Intrigued, Bailey swirled the pad of his thumb around and around his nipples until Ferries was shivering.

  “Do you like that?” It was obvious he did, but Bailey wished to confirm his observation.

  “Yes, sir. It feels very good.”

  “I am your sir, Ferris,” McBride cautioned. “You will call him Bailey.”

  “Can he call me mate?” Bailey’s dreams of his copper-eyed love always culminated in an epic climax as they called one another mate.

  “Yes, if he so desires.”

  Bailey lifted his brows as he looked to Ferris.

  “My gentle mate.” Ferris smiled and reached out to stroke his finger over Bailey’s bottom lip. “Oh.” He yanked his hand back. “I’m sorry. I did not ask permission.” Ferris hung his head as if he expected to be struck.

  “Reassure him,” McBride urged Bailey.

  Cupping his chin, Bailey gently lifted Ferris’s face. “I would never strike you, my mate.” Just calling him that sent another bolt of giddy pleasure down to Bailey’s prick. “You may touch me as you wish because that is how we should be with one another.”