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

by Anitra Lynn McLeod

  Bailey nuzzled Ferris’s ear and longed to lower his lips to his neck, but there was no point when the pink collar blocked his access. Only McBride could remove it. When he did, Bailey would put a new collar on him to show his ownership. Bailey frowned. He didn’t own one to replace the pink one Ferris wore now. Would McBride let him go into town to buy one? Bailey had the money, but he would need McBride to give him a pass into town.

  “Are you awake, my mate?” Bailey kissed Ferris’s sleep-warm cheek.

  “I am.” Ferris squirmed his bottom against Bailey’s prick.

  “Are you still slick from last night?” Bailey wished to fuck him again, but he didn’t know if they needed another greaser.

  “You should prime me just to be safe.”

  Bailey grabbed the bottle of glittering greasers from the bedside table, extracted one, put the others away, and then slid the object between his companion’s buttocks.

  “Now I will prime you.” Ferris turned so they faced one another. Gently, he pressed against Bailey’s shoulders until he was on his back. Ferris straddled his hips and rubbed Bailey’s rapidly hardening cock between his legs. While they waited for the greaser to melt, they squirmed together and kissed. Bailey remembered McBride’s admonition to go slowly, to take his time and tease his companion, but Bailey’s hunger was sharp.

  “Climb onto my fuck pole and ride.” As soon as the words slipped out, Bailey clapped his hand over his mouth, stunned that he’d said such a vulgar thing. It was something his domineering brother Jared had said to the mechanical man. Bailey had watched as the sexbot dutifully climbed into Jared’s lap and bounced himself up and down the length of his prick.

  But rather than blanch and pull away, Ferris blushed and grinned. “Yes, my stern master.”

  Bailey’s eyes went wide. It was a dangerous game they played. McBride was the master. Only he could rightly be called by that title. To have his companion bestow that honor on him was arousing. Dangerously so.

  “Ride me, boy. Ride me good.”

  They continued to play as master and grinder would. What compelled Bailey was the naughtiness of what they were doing. It seemed to him that Ferris had the same sense of taboo spurring him on.

  “We will not tell of what we do here.” Bailey tried not to sound bossy, but he couldn’t help himself. What McBride had given, he could very well take away. It was arousing to play such a game in the privacy of their bedroom, but he didn’t want Ferris to ever slip and call him master outside of these four walls.

  “I would never.” Ferris was serious. “But remember that McBride said that what we did in our bedroom was by our choice?”

  Bailey did remember him giving them permission to do as they pleased.

  “I do not think he would anger that we played such a game with one another if we both know it is only a bedroom game.”

  “It truly is. I have no wish to fill McBride’s shoes or boss you about.”

  “Then we are in agreement.” Ferris grinned and then started up his arousing motions again. “In the thrall house, we were told that men have hungers, sexual hungers, not bloodlusts, that sometimes might seem perverse.” Ferris looked quickly away then back, almost as if he were ashamed of the entire human race. “We were taught that we should follow our companion’s needs.” Ferris paused. “In the bed, we should allow them complete freedom. But elsewhere we should follow the rules and laws of the land.”

  “I don’t understand exactly what you are saying.” Bailey was fascinated by not only how intelligent his companion appeared to be, but also by his refusal to be full of himself for his brains. Bailey’s brother Devon was so snobby about his intellect that Bailey rarely spoke with him.

  “In here, where we are alone, we can say, do, or pretend anything. Outside from here, you are my companion, I am yours, and McBride is our undisputed master.”

  “Yes.” It was exactly what Bailey was trying to say. “I agree.”

  “Now, my master, I hunger for you. I must please you, or surely I will die.”

  Bailey grinned as he lifted his hands above his own head. “I will lie back and relax as you do all the work.”

  “Yes, my wanton master.” Ferris lifted up, pressed Bailey’s prick against his hole, and then plunged down until he’d engulfed the entire length.

  The sudden tight heat shocked him into a reaction. Bailey bucked up, hard. Unfortunately, his thrust unbalanced Ferris, who went flying forward. Bailey caught him by his shoulders right before they butted heads.

  Startled, they looked at one another with wide eyes, and then Ferris did something that told Bailey they would always be together no matter what. Ferris laughed. Bailey joined him.

  “Maybe we should stick with the basics for now,” Bailey suggested between chuckles.

  “I think that might be for the best.” Ferris snuggled down more gently this time, and then leaned forward so they could kiss while they worked their bodies together.

  In a time that seemed far too short, they were breathing hard and Bailey was ready to climax.

  “Do you want to try to delay like McBride said?”

  “I can’t.” Bailey gripped Ferris’s hips, holding him steady as he flicked his body, drilling his cock deeper. “You feel so good.”

  “As do you.” Ferris clung to him.

  By matching their breathing, they quickly reached the peak and found their climaxes within moments of one another. Afterward, they lay together, lazily touching and caressing. Bailey didn’t want to move, but by the angle of the sun in the window, he knew he had to get to work. Still, he wasn’t sad at all. He was happy to show his master how pleased he was with his generous gift. Bailey would work extra hard today as a way to thank McBride for all he had done.

  Chapter 9

  Ferris rose with his mate.

  “You don’t have to get up.” Bailey turned at the doorway, grinned, and then shooed Ferris back toward the bed. “Sleep and recover from what I put you through.”

  “You are so very kind, my generous mate, but I am excited to work with you.”

  “Work on the farm?”

  “Yes.” Ferris couldn’t wait to be of use.

  Bailey frowned. “I can make enough for both of us to be comfortable.”

  Realizing that this was important to Bailey, to be seen as the providing companion, Ferris nodded quickly. “I wished only to help.”

  “You are so sweet.” Bailey moved close and kissed the top of Ferris’s head.

  “McBride said that I would work, too. Not that you couldn’t earn enough for both of us, not at all, just that he did not think it right for me to sit idle while the others work.”

  Bailey’s only answer was a glower, so Ferris let the matter drop for now. Perhaps it would be best if McBride told Bailey that he wanted him to work.

  “Come clean up with me.”

  They showered, and Ferris learned how to program the cookbot. Bailey seemed determined to keep him within the walls of his mechanical house for as long as he could.

  “I beg you not to lock me up.”

  Bailey flinched back. “I’m not going to lock you in my house all day.” He pulled Ferris into his strong arms. “I would never chain you up like a slave. What makes you think I would do such a thing?”

  “You seem reluctant to let me go outside.” And several times Bailey had referred to the house as his house not their house. Ferris looked out the window toward the rolling fields of tallos. “McBride said if I helped I would be given a percentage.”

  “He did?” Bailey was astonished. “But then I would be less in your eyes.”

  “Less?”

  “It’s my duty to care for you.” Bailey stood very tall, and Ferris realized his mate was an extremely proud man.

  “It’s my duty to care for you, too.” Ferris hugged him hard. “I had always hoped to find a relationship where me and my companion cared for each other.”

  Bailey didn’t outright dismiss the idea, even though it was clear to Ferris that he’d
never considered such an arrangement. In the thrall house, Ferris had encountered many who thought he was foolish for thinking he would ever be anything more than a source of blood and sexual pleasure to his companion, should he be lucky enough to get one.

  “I must think about this.” Bailey seated himself at the table once the cookbot placed their food on the battered surface. “I appreciate that you wish to contribute to our household.”

  Ferris sat down and thought about how sometimes Bailey spoke more formally than he did at other times. Unsure if it meant he was angry, Ferris simply accepted his words and hoped Bailey would honestly give his wishes all due consideration. If they could not come to agreement on this most basic manner of living, Ferris saw potential troubles ahead.

  “Do you wish for me to be happy?” Ferris sprinkled salt over his eggs and then proceeded to eat. He was stunned at how well the bot had cooked them. Most bots were so mechanical everything they created tasted flat, but this was amazingly good.

  “Of course I want you to be happy.” Bailey frowned at him as he sampled his bacon. “Why would I not?”

  “Some companions are cruel.”

  Bailey dropped his fork, which clattered against the plate. “You think I will harm you?”

  “No!” Ferris was quick to explain. “You and your master have been nothing but kind. Truly, I am blessed.” Ferris wanted to say more but feared he would only make a mess of things. It seemed to be his curse that he was unable to explain himself without bothering or offending someone. They ate in strained silence for so long Ferris scrambled for something to say.

  “I worry about letting you go into the fields.” Bailey kept his attention on his plate.

  “I wouldn’t run.”

  His head came up so fast that droplets of water flew off the ends of his still-wet hair. “I didn’t say you would.”

  Ferris struggled to understand Bailey’s concern.

  “I don’t worry about you.” Bailey’s gaze wandered to the window and stayed there.

  Waiting for him to continue almost drove Ferris to speak again, but he refrained. He feared if he did he would only anger or frustrate Bailey more.

  “I don’t trust my brothers.”

  Ferris thought he understood, but he refused to jump to another conclusion. It seemed to him if he simply let Bailey talk in his halting, thoughtful way, he would eventually explain himself in detail.

  “My brothers—most of my brothers”—he corrected himself sharply—“would honor the bond between us.” He turned his attention to his plate. Bailey took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, then continued, “But not all of them would be able to contain their lust.”

  Ferris understood that if Bailey’s brothers had even a tenth of the lust for him that his companion did, he would be in trouble.

  “You are extremely beautiful.”

  Ferris blushed but managed to hold his mate’s gaze.

  “I saw the hunger in their eyes when McBride brought you to me yesterday. I saw the bulges in their trousers. They went to bed with that lust filling them, and they had no outlet but for their own hand.” Bailey looked down as if he were suddenly ashamed. “Touching yourself is not very satisfying. I know because until you that’s what I had. And that is all that they have now.”

  Ferris knew that well. “In the thrall house we were electro-ejaculated.”

  “What?”

  “We were milked.”

  Bailey tilted his head, a look of confusion on his face. “Like a cow?”

  “In a sense.” Ferris ate another bite of his breakfast. “We were lined up before a row of horizontal metal bars. We were instructed to bend from the hips, grasp the bar in our fists, and then…” Ferris remembered the curious sensation and thought how to describe what was done to him and the others. “They inserted a small metal bulb into our bottoms.”

  “Did it hurt?” Bailey had forgotten his meal.

  “No. It was small. Much smaller than the dilator we used last night.” Ferris lifted his hand and extended his pinky finger. “It was about the size of my smallest fingernail.”

  “Smaller than a grease pellet?”

  “By far.” Ferris nodded. “Anything larger would have broken what they call our factory seal.” Ferris didn’t quite understand the derivation for that saying, but he understood it meant his bottom had not been penetrated.

  “Did you enjoy it?”

  “You mean having the device inserted?” Ferris thought back. “It was so small as to be almost unnoticeable.”

  “What happened next?”

  “They did something, flipped a switch, I think, and current”—at Bailey’s horrified look he quickly amended—“a very small amount of electricity—was sent into the bulb.”

  “Why?” Bailey looked disturbed.

  “After several jolts it caused us all to climax.” Ferris remembered standing there with his fellow thralls in a long line as they all spurted almost simultaneously.

  “But what was the point?”

  “To keep us healthy.” Ferris looked down at his meal and found he wasn’t that hungry anymore. “It also kept us from engaging one another sexually. The best I can explain is it kept us drained as if we were satisfied.”

  “But you weren’t.” Bailey pushed his plate aside.

  “No.” Ferris slid his plate to the side as well and the cookbot retrieved them for cleaning. “It is one thing to have a physical release. Quite another to be emotionally satisfied after a climax.”

  Bailey frowned as he toyed with his fork.

  “I didn’t know what it was to be completely satisfied until last night.”

  At his words, Bailey lifted his head. Hope turned his sage-green eyes bright. “Really?”

  “Truly.”

  Bailey extended his arm, and Ferris reached across the table to clasp his hand.

  “The only way I could be any happier is to know that I had fed you well.” Ferris squeezed Bailey’s fingers. “Have you ever drunk from someone?”

  “Of course not. I mean, no. I’m a slammer.” Bailey stroked the scar on his neck.

  “With only McBride as your master?”

  “There was a man before him. Jonas. He fed from me and my brothers in order to feed McBride’s father.”

  They were silent for a moment as Ferris considered. “McBride’s father never…” To Ferris, he thought alphas needed lots of blood and the only way to have that need met was to have a strong stable of slammers at the ready.

  “Never.” Bailey looked through the corner of the kitchen as if he could see the massive house on the other side of the wall. “Always in that big house. He hardly ever even came out.”

  “You didn’t even see him?” Ferris couldn’t help but have his interest piqued. Telling tall tales was one of the only ways to pass the time in the thrall house. It was a skill Ferris lacked. His stories never made sense. “Didn’t he oversee his lands?”

  “He was a curious kind of man. McBride’s father was afraid to come outside.”

  “Afraid? Of what?”

  “I don’t know. One of my brothers might. When we came here, it was late at night. There was no moon to light the way, no electric lamps this far out from civilization.”

  Ferris had noticed how remote the farm was as he rode with McBride.

  “I felt his cock.” Ferris couldn’t believe he’d just confessed that to his companion.

  “What?” Bailey hung on to Ferris’s hand a little more firmly.

  “When we rode back from the platform. I sat in front of him on the dressiter. He was hard.”

  “Did he…did he touch you?” Bailey lowered his voice and leaned across the table as if he were afraid of being heard.

  “No!” Ferris waved away his concern. “He was very honorable.”

  “Oh. Then why tell me such a thing?”

  “Because he was big.”

  “That I know. Even before I saw him last night I knew he was well endowed.” Bailey grinned. “When he feeds from me, he likes to
stand behind me while I’m seated, but once he was in a hurry and had me stand. I felt him against my buttocks. But last night was the first time I’ve actually seen him.”

  “Do you find him attractive?”

  “I suppose so.” Bailey shrugged. “I mean, he’s a landed gentryman. What man on the planet would be repulsed by him?”

  “Very few?”

  They laughed.

  “Are you attracted to him?” Bailey asked, concern etching deep lines around his mouth.

  “In a way.” When Bailey stiffened, Ferris soothed, “But not the way I am to you.”

  Clearly, it was exactly what Bailey needed to hear. “With both of us getting a percentage, we could do more sooner. And I really want to work. It matters to me that I am more than a thrall spending my days in bed.”

  Bailey’s frown disappeared. “I would like to have you by my side in the field. However, I do not have a tallos-picking suit that will fit you. But I’m sure McBride has thought of that.”

  “Probably.” Ferris smiled, pleased that they were able to quickly resolve their first bit of strife.

  “I’m going to go up to the big house and see if McBride has a suit for you.” Bailey looked Ferris over and sighed.

  “What?”

  “Just, I realized that after today, you will be dressed.”

  “Only if you wish me to be.”

  “If I had my way, you would be naked and in bed.”

  “All the time?” Ferris asked coyly, knowing that Bailey was not serious. He knew this by the way Bailey flashed him a hesitant smile.