“Why don’t you see if you’re strong enough to take me on your own?” Caleb took a half step toward McBride, inserting himself directly into his personal space.
This close, McBride could smell his body. The sweat was fresh, and rather than repelling him, it lured him closer. McBride had an insane urge to lick Caleb’s chest and taste him. He wanted to put him in the stocks, not so he could have easy access to his neck, but so that he could perform the ultimate punishment on him by penetrating him. Only in that case could a man such as himself have the right to fuck a man he owned. In that circumstance, the act wasn’t seen as one of pleasure for ether man, but a punishment for the owned man and a chore for the man who owned him. However, McBride knew that was potentially risky. Mixing bloodlust with sexual needs was a sure way to create a bloodbond. By law, McBride could feed from his slammers, masturbate while drinking from them, and fuck them to punish them, but that was all. Given his rather precarious emotional state lately, McBride felt he would be wise to keep his sexual needs and his blood needs as far from one another as he possibly could.
“Bare your neck, Caleb.”
With a smirk, Caleb tilted his head to the side.
McBride reached out and smoothed his hand against the spot he preferred for feeding. Flicking his fingertip over that area caused Caleb to groan. When McBride looked down, he saw Caleb’s cock pressed against the thin fabric of his tallos-picking suit. Caleb had pushed the shoulders off and allowed the upper fabric of the jumper to bunch up around his waist. The pants did hardly anything to cover him up since he was nude below the thin weave. To say he was a big man was to damn him with faint praise. Everywhere, in all aspects, Caleb was monstrous.
Before he even went looking, McBride knew he’d have to leave Caleb’s companion for last. He was going to have a devil of a time finding someone who could handle him. Besides his sheer massiveness, he was quick tempered, arrogant, disagreeable, and generally oppositional to everyone he met, no matter who they were or what they wanted. Sometimes, McBride felt Caleb argued for the sheer sake of fighting rather than any strong stance on any particular issue.
Hungry now to have his master feed, Caleb gathered the strands of his long black hair. He was so drenched in sweat that all of his hair lay plastered against his head, neck, chest, and back. It made McBride wonder exactly what he’d been doing while peering out the little window in his door. But he forgot about that when Caleb pulled the strands of his hair together and tossed it over the opposite shoulder so that it draped down to the edge of his nipple.
Intrigued, McBride pinched his nipple between forefinger and thumb. Caleb arched just as young Ferris had, but rather than whimper, Caleb growled.
“Why do you always defy me when you know you enjoy my taking your blood?” McBride had been nothing but generous to Caleb and his brothers. The other men appreciated him, and all he had to do was walk into their homes with his hunger and they willingly offered their necks. But not Caleb. He fought. Every. Single. Time.
“Because it excites you.”
McBride startled. He’d never considered that notion. But now, looking at Caleb’s massive body, smelling his powerful scent, McBride was indeed aroused by more than his physical presence. It was all that Caleb embodied rather than a fixation on any one aspect.
“You gonna let me stroke myself while you feed?”
“No.” McBride flicked his finger over the scar again, loving the way Caleb struggled to remain impassive. “I rather like the idea of you suffering.”
“Do you?” Caleb lifted his head. “I like the idea of your cream flowing from my touch.”
Before he could move aside, Caleb planted his massive hand on McBride’s cock. Rather than squeeze and hurt him, Caleb caressed him with delicate finesse. Should he be allowed to continue, McBride would climax, and that would lessen him in Caleb’s eyes. A landed gentryman did not seek pleasure from the men he owned. It was considered in poor taste and showed a clear lack of refinement. A grindhouse had trained men who were big enough to be attractive but utterly submissive and happy to handle the brute force of an alpha. Caleb was clearly big enough to handle what McBride could dish out, but to demand sex from him would reveal a weakness in McBride’s character. However, should McBride choose to publicly punish him by fucking his combative ass…but no. Again, that slippery slope of need, lust, and blood was one McBride was determined to avoid.
“Your only importance to me is as a worker and a blood donor.” McBride pushed Caleb’s hand away. “Touch yourself and I shall have you chained.”
Caleb laughed as he peeled off his tallos suit. Nude, he assumed the drinking position by placing himself on a low-backed chair. “Come, master McBride. Drink from your very willing manservant.”
“You’re a slammer.” When McBride reminded him of his status, one corner of Caleb’s lip lifted in a snarl. “Manservant is one who is paid, not owned.” Tormenting him for his insolence, McBride got behind the seated Caleb and let his hot breath caress his favorite feeding spot. “I own you.”
“I know what I am.” Caleb seemed done resisting him, but rather than staying seated, he rose. He stood with his neck bared and his eyes downcast.
McBride’s extended teeth itched unbearably now. Even if he tried to walk away, his instincts wouldn’t let him. He needed to feed. If he didn’t, he feared what he would do when he returned to Bailey and young Ferris. Determined to finish what he started, McBride stepped closer to Caleb. He breathed through his mouth to avoid any more of his enticing scent, but the pleasant aroma filled his lungs and his nose anyway. His essence hardened McBride’s cock. Damn. McBride had chosen Caleb to feed from to avoid the confusion of bloodlust, sexual lust, and emotional closeness all becoming entwined, but it seemed to have happened anyway. But it was too late for him to go to another. If he did, Caleb would know McBride was losing control. That would be dangerous information for Caleb to have.
McBride grabbed the hank of his hair and pulled, making the skin of Caleb’s neck go taut. With the speed of lightning, he descended and latched on to him. McBride couldn’t stop a small grin of triumph when Caleb uttered a whimpering cry of pleasure. He could talk big, resist, and be a general pain in the ass, but the pure fact was Caleb enjoyed being drunk from.
With his mouth occupied, McBride had no choice but to breathe through his nose. Caleb’s delicious odor hardened him even more. McBride would have had no problem pleasuring himself with any of the other brothers, but he never did with Caleb. He wasn’t sure why. Perhaps he feared it would make him look weak or somehow further cement his strange attraction to him.
Caleb moved closer and his bare cock pressed into McBride’s hip. The feel of his pulsing prick pushed up McBride’s pleasure to a dangerous degree.
“I’ve always wanted you. Always.”
McBride wasn’t certain if Caleb had actually spoken those words, or if McBride only wished he had. He couldn’t be sure because the blood was filling his belly, making him sweat as it warmed him and further tightened his cock.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you to drink from me and fuck me at the same time.”
McBride shook the idea away. Only with his companion would he do such a thing. Only then could he allow the three lusts to converge. That simply couldn’t happen with Caleb.
“Touch me, master McBride. Feel what you do to my cock.”
Caleb forced McBride’s hand to release his hair then pulled it down to his shaft. McBride wrapped his fist around Caleb’s prick, loving the heavy weight, the hazardous firmness, the thick jungle of his hair. In turn, Caleb opened McBride’s trousers then wrapped his hand around McBride’s cock.
In mutual bliss they arched into one another.
McBride was too far gone into blood and lust to stop. Thankfully his emotions weren’t engaged, but this was still inappropriate. He tried to discontinue one or both actions, but he couldn’t, not unless he moved away.
“None will know,” Caleb soothed. “I won’t tell a soul that y
ou found pleasure with me if you give the same back to me.”
The act of blood drinking was arousing for both parties, but they were expected to handle themselves. This, touching the other intimately, was frowned upon between a master and slammer. But no matter what McBride told himself, he couldn’t let go of Caleb’s cock. He was so hot and sweaty that his fist slid effortlessly up and down his prick. In time to his sips, they rocked their hips, pumping their cocks into one another’s large hands.
After licking the wound closed, McBride tore his mouth away and yanked himself from Caleb’s grasp right before he climaxed. Caleb was not so lucky. The last yank of McBride’s fist caused him to release.
“You bastard!” Caleb tried to stop the flow, but there was no hope. Creamy jets poured from the tip of his prick. Enraged but driven to finish, Caleb furiously stroked his cock until the climax was over.
Breathing hard, he looked up from a lowered face. His dangerous green eyes were filled with vengeance. “I will have your satisfaction on my hands. Mark my words, McBride. You will cream for me.”
Chapter 5
“Can we continue now?” Bailey had enjoyed lying with Ferris, but he was hard again and ready to know what it felt like to mount him. While they waited for McBride to return, Bailey had been touching all over Ferris’s beautiful body, loving the fact that his companion had very sensitive earlobes and surprisingly soft skin under his arms. Unlike Bailey himself, Ferris had no hair there at all, which was why he’d been fondling him in that area, but then Ferris had moaned low and sexy, so Bailey continued to caress him all along that place. He was glad they had been told to wait, or he wouldn’t have discovered all the arousing spots on his mate’s form.
“Yes.” McBride didn’t look relieved, and he also didn’t remove his shoes and pants this time. Clearly, he wasn’t staying long.
Normally, after McBride fed he was flushed with color and quite relaxed, but not this time. His cock was still hard, and although his color was high, it wasn’t the normal glow he got from a full feeding. Bailey wondered which one of his brothers had failed so miserably to satisfy their owner. Bailey would happily offer out himself, but he didn’t think McBride wanted to feed anymore tonight. Besides, if he wanted something, he would ask. It was wrong for Bailey to presume to know what his master required.
“Come back to the edge of the bed, Ferris, and hold yourself open so the dilator can be removed. Bailey? You will kneel on the floor between his legs, just as you were before.”
Once they were in position, McBride handed Bailey a small cloth. “Now, grasp the base of the tool.”
Bailey did as instructed. He marveled at how Ferris quivered.
“Tug upon the base, but do so slowly and gently. You don’t wish to hurry and hurt him.”
As Bailey pulled the device from Ferris’s bottom, he saw how much it had expanded within him. Splitting his attention from his work and Ferris’s face, Bailey ensured he did not harm his companion. By the time he removed the tool completely, he realized the silver cylinder had expanded to the rough dimensions of his prick. Intellectually, Bailey knew this was because of science and not magic, but he still found the entire thing rather magical.
“You see? Now he can accommodate you without undue pain.”
Bailey wrapped the item in the cloth and rose to throw it away.
“I suggest you keep it.”
“Why? Will he have to use the toy each time?” Bailey hoped not. That had to have been the longest hour of his life.
“Only once unless you go a very long time without penetration, but you can use the device to add pleasure to your encounters.”
“Oh.” Bailey set it aside. “You will show us that, too?”
“I will tell you.” McBride urged Bailey back down to his knees. “Now, he is opened and greased. But you don’t want to rush right in and fill him. Take your time. Make sure that he hungers for your cock.”
Bailey leaned up, pressing his prick against the sweet little pucker of his companion. Even after the device, the entrance was still very tight and made a snug ring against the tip of Bailey’s prick.
Ferris sighed and parted his legs wider.
“Hold his legs open. You’ll find it will fill you with a feeling of power to spread his legs for your invading cock.”
When Bailey grasped Ferris’s ankles and opened his arms, he did indeed feel strong. Ferris lifted his hands above his head in surrender, furthering Bailey’s feeling of triumph. It was curious because Bailey had no wish to harm his companion, but the notion of conquering him was deeply pleasing. In a flash, Bailey realized this was similar to the feeling he’d had when he’d been standing with Ferris sucking on his cock.
“Slowly, press your way inside. Remember how his body willingly drew the greaser inside? It will do the same to your cock if you take your time and move unhurriedly.”
Bailey wanted to thrust hard and fast and fill his companion in a rush, but he followed McBride’s instructions. No matter how much he had to strain to do so, he did as he was told. With excruciating slowness, Ferris’s body sucked his cock inside. It was an astonishing feeling. Ferris was tight, hot, and slick. This was even better than having his mouth around the tip of his prick, which Bailey had thought was the best feeling ever. Eventually, Bailey was fully within and trembling from excitement.
“My first. My very first time.” Bailey looked down as Ferris looked up. He realized that they had lost their virginity to one another, which somehow made the moment even sweeter.
“Let go of his legs so that he can wrap them around your hips.”
With slowly blinking and dreamy eyes, Ferris looked up at Bailey as he embraced him with his legs.
“Does it feel good to you?” Bailey asked. The answer seemed obvious, but sometimes Bailey wondered if his perceptions were accurate.
“Yes, my companion. You feel so very good inside me.” Ferris nodded and flashed Bailey a wide smile.
Bailey wondered then what it would feel like to have Ferris inside his bottom. When he asked McBride, he smiled rather wanly.
“There are those who would tell you that only the slammer penetrates the thrall and never the other way around.”
“Oh.” Bailey felt disappointed, and Ferris looked as if he were, too.
“However, I am not one of them.” McBride patted Bailey’s shoulder as if to reassure him. “What you do in your bedroom is your own business. If you find you like to have him lick you there, have him tease a finger inside. If that is pleasurable, try the dilator, but be sure to clean it well first and follow the same procedure.”
Bailey made a mental note of what his master said, but also, he couldn’t help but notice McBride seemed frustrated. Not by what Bailey and Ferris were doing, but by something else. In a burst of insight, Bailey thought he understood what was wrong. McBride was determined to get all seven brothers companions when he hadn’t even indulged himself at a grindhouse in months. Bailey was touched that McBride was obviously putting the needs of his men before himself. There weren’t many landed gentrymen who would do the same. In fact, his prior owner, McBride’s father, had been a ripe prick who seemed to only care about his own needs. His companion was the one who bought them and then gave them to McBride’s father, but the man seemed disinterested in anything that took him out of his massive house. Thankfully, the son wasn’t even remotely the same as the father.
“Focus on your companion, not me.” McBride pushed gently against the side of Bailey’s face until he was once again looking down at Ferris.
“Sorry. I was just grateful to you for what you have done. I wished that I could give you something in return.”
McBride ruffled his hair, something that hadn’t been done to Bailey in ages. It was sweet and made Bailey feel cherished. McBride’s father had never fed from Bailey, but his companion had. That man, Jonas, had been distant but not cruel. He wouldn’t grab Bailey or do anything untoward, but he just seemed not to care and hurriedly drank. McBride never rushed a
feeding. He took his time and allowed Bailey to stroke himself to climax. McBride said Bailey’s pleasure made his blood sweeter. Bailey wondered if that were true. He would know soon because tonight he would feed from his very own companion.
In anticipation, his teeth had protruded a bit from his gums. They hurt and itched in alternating waves. Since this was his first encounter, his teeth might not extend all the way, but that would be okay. It would take a while for his body to adjust. Some slammers went their whole lives without a companion to feed on. Bailey imagined their blood became very sour for their masters. Perhaps McBride would ultimately be served by getting all of his slammers companions. In the end, they would supply him with more and better blood. But Bailey didn’t think that was McBride’s only motivation. He seemed to genuinely care about the happiness of the Morgan brothers, because if he didn’t, he certainly wouldn’t have spent all his free time instructing Bailey in the ways of a man with his mate.
The only problem Bailey saw was the issue of Caleb. He shivered. After what Caleb had done to the mechanical man, Bailey worried that any companion given to him would probably die at his hands. Poor McBride. That may be what contributed to his inability to feed tonight and find a small bit of relief. McBride would have the problem of finding Caleb a companion looming over him, but once he found him one, McBride would only have a whole new set of troubles.
Chapter 6
“You are distracted, my mate.” Ferris tightened his bottom around Bailey’s prick, forcefully commanding his attention.
“Forgive me. I worry over things that are not my concern.” Bailey leaned over and kissed him.
Ferris wrapped his arms around Bailey’s strong shoulders, loving how he sighed into his ear. Soon he would bite him for the first time, marking him with his teeth as taken. For now, the pink collar prevented them from consummation. His master, their master, would have to remove it and hand it to Bailey, showing that he was giving Ferris to him. Bailey would then put a new collar on Ferris to display his ownership. After that, Bailey would be able to remove the collar whenever he wished to feed. Ferris couldn’t remove his own collar, which never really bothered him. He was born as someone else’s property, and he would die that way, too. However, Ferris wondered when McBride would formally give him to Bailey. Clearly, he would wait for the proper time. Ferris was learning that McBride was a man who did not rush. Even at the platform, he had looked Ferris over thoroughly before buying him.
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