The motorcycle is loud, but I can just make out what he’s saying. “Why are you so fixated on that?”
“We’ll need to go back to Ace’s Wild and buy a few things to play with. Maybe I’ll get my own crop to spank your bare ass with.”
“Don’t make me show up with a boner. Terrified with an erection isn’t the best way to confront people.”
He laughs like any of this is remotely funny. “Alright, what do you want to talk about?”
“Your mom’s porn.”
“Hell no. We could talk about what other animals you’ve given birth to.”
“I feel like this bike has forced us to become horrible people who are now just picking at each other.”
“I’m loving it. All but the inability to fill my lungs with air. The rest, I’m loving.”
“So you’re a sadist. Alright, glad I’ve figured that one out.”
He chuckles. “I’m not a sadist… I think…” He turns the bike off the highway, and I’ve never been so happy for anything in my entire life. “Look, we’re almost there!”
“Oh, that’s the second-best news I’ve heard in my life.”
“What’s the first?” he asks.
“That you’d go on a date with me.”
“That is… that was my favorite news as well.”
That’s almost enough to make me smile, but then I see my life flashing before my eyes and the smile is whipped away.
“I can’t see you, so I’ll just pretend you’re smiling,” he says as he slows the bike and turns into a driveway. He parks behind Tanner’s car, and I quickly unhinge myself from his body and get off. I set the helmet to the side, vowing to take an Uber home, before following after him up to the house. He knocks on the door as we hear shouting going on. I step to the side in order to look in through the window where a man I don’t recognize has Tanner pinned against the wall.
“He’s got him pinned,” I say.
“How many do you see?”
“Just the guy pinning him.”
“Police!” Bradley barks. “Open the door!”
When the man doesn’t immediately go to the door, Bradley pulls his gun out and checks the door as I call for backup.
“Ready?” he asks.
I pull my gun out and hold it steady as Bradley kicks the door in. I move in first and shout, “Hands up! Get away from him!” as Bradley follows after me, both of our guns aimed at Tanner’s brother.
“You called the fucking cops? What the fuck is wrong with you?” the man yells. “I knew you hanging around that fag would fuck with you.”
I assess him for weapons, checking his waist and hands for anything he could use against us or Tanner. When I see nothing on him, I holster my gun and move toward Johnny.
“Johnny, get the fuck off me. What you did was horrible,” Tanner says as he slams his elbow into the side of his brother’s face. The brother falls off him and I grab him. He flails and hits me in the side of the face, but I get him down and pinned before he can do anything else. I force his hands behind his back as I pull my handcuffs off my belt and handcuff him.
“Get the fuck off me! You’re in my fucking house! You can’t come in my fucking house and do this shit!” he yells.
I tell him his rights, but I’m not even sure he hears it as he cusses me out. I can smell the alcohol on his breath, especially as he flails around. My face stings a little, but the hit wasn’t hard enough to do anything severe.
“Did he hurt you?” Bradley asks.
“No, I’m fine, thanks,” I say.
Thankfully, it isn’t but a few minutes later that the sound of sirens fills the area as a cruiser pulls in. Bradley guides the officers in, and they take over our job.
“You better not lose my handcuffs!” I call after the officer transporting Johnny out of the house.
“Of course not. Do you think we want you sending your dad after us?” the officer leading Johnny jokes.
I turn back to Bradley, who is heading over to the couch where Tanner sits.
“Are you alright?” Bradley asks.
Tanner nods, even though his face is bloody. It doesn’t look like his nose is broken, though.
“Did he break anything?” I ask.
“No. He didn’t have enough time. I’m fine. I just…” He buries his face in his hands. “I can’t… fuck! FUCK! My own fucking brother? I just… I knew he was a dick, but I didn’t think… I could never have imagined what he’d do.”
“Let me through! Let me go!” someone shouts behind us.
I turn around as Jamal slips under an officer’s arm and rushes into the room.
“He’s fine,” Bradley says as Jamal rushes up to Tanner and falls to his knees before him.
“Why did you do that? He could have hurt you!” Jamal says, voice rising, almost hysterical.
“You thought after telling me what he did, I’d just sit there?” Tanner asks.
“I don’t know! I thought we could be more careful or decide together if we should tell the police! I didn’t think you’d run out and… do this bullshit!”
Tanner refuses to meet his eyes. “I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking. I was just overcome with anger that someone in my family… my family did this.”
Jamal grabs onto him, but Tanner pulls away.
“How can you even want to be with me after this?” Tanner asks as he hugs his arms to his chest. “We have to get you away from me. We can’t be together! We can’t—”
“Just stop!” Jamal snaps. “THIS is why I didn’t tell you. It wasn’t that I was trying to protect your brother. Yeah… I was fucking terrified he’d do it again but I could live through that; I couldn’t live through you leaving me. So I decided that I would rather live with the fear of this happening again compared to you leaving me. So shut up! Shut the fuck up! I just want to be with you. Why can’t you understand that?”
Tanner hesitates before reaching out and gathering Jamal into his arms. His face is a jumble of emotions. “I’m so sorry. I just want you to be safe. I don’t want anyone to ever be able to hurt you again. And I feel like if you hadn’t been with me—”
“Then I wouldn’t be happy. I love you, Tanner. I’m not leaving you because of any of this. I mean, he’ll be arrested, right?” Jamal asks as he turns to us.
“Yes, it won’t help him that he assaulted a police officer, either,” Bradley says.
“Can you tell me everything that happened?” Tanner asks.
“As long as you promise not to get mad. There’s nothing you can do now.”
Tanner nods.
Jamal takes Tanner’s hand and squeezes it tightly. “I was getting into the car when he pulled up and called me over. So I walked over to his car and noticed he had a bunch of buddies in there. I asked if he needed you. He said no, he just wanted to talk. Then his buddies grabbed me and threw me into the back seat. They put a pillowcase over my head and told me that if I did anything, they’d kill me. He said a bunch of shit about me being gay and trying to drag you with me or something. They took me somewhere… I don’t know where because of the pillowcase, but when they took it off, I was in a basement. They were drunk and just kept drinking more and more as they beat the shit out of me.
“I think they kind of forgot about me after a while, but they were blocking the way out, so I just tried to be quiet, hoping they’d leave. When they all passed out, I thought I could finally get out, so I tried sneaking away, but my head hurt so badly that when I stood up, I almost passed out and fell into something. Johnny woke up and grabbed me, and he forced me back into the car, telling me that if I told anyone about this, he’d kill me, and then he dumped me in the alleyway. I knew that if Tanner found out, he’d break up with me. So I hid my wallet, hoping you guys would think someone robbed me. But you just wouldn’t fucking give up,” he says as he looks at us. He sighs. “Thank you for not giving up. These past couple of weeks have been hell, and I hated it so much.”
“We just wanted to protect you.”
“Thank you.”
***
Jamal’s report is more than enough to send Tanner’s brother to jail. He told us about how he had gone to Ace’s Wild and bought handcuffs as something fun for his anniversary with Tanner, but Johnny had seen him there. Jamal hadn’t noticed him at the time and had driven home, where he’d taken a nap and gotten ready for work. While that was happening, Johnny started putting two and two together and began questioning what the relationship between Jamal and Tanner was. The rest of the report is things we already knew that happened between Johnny and Jamal.
Because of Jamal’s report, Johnny and his friends have all been identified and arrested. It also helps that Johnny refused to cooperate with us and we were forced to enter the premises to keep Tanner safe. We’re still waiting on the court, but we should hear the verdict before long.
Chapter Thirteen
Three months later
Bradley parks the car outside of the building before looking at me. “Are you ready?”
“Did you ask your mom for pointers?” I ask with a wicked grin. Especially because it makes him cringe every time I mention his mom.
“Sometimes I regret dating you. This is one of those times.”
I laugh as I get out of the car. “Hold up, what are the other times?”
“When you wake me up early to go for a jog.”
“I thought you loved my early morning jogs,” I lie.
He raises an eyebrow as he gets out of the car. “Did you?”
“I did,” I joke.
He snorts and follows me up to Ace’s Wild. We walk through the door and look around at the variety of toys.
“Do we have any idea what we want?” he asks.
“I have an idea. How about we go our separate ways? We each get two things to play with, but we don’t tell the other what we got,” I suggest.
He looks excited at the thought. “Ooh, I like the way you think. Maybe… I don’t know if you’re going to come back with a blindfold or a bondage sex extravaganza table.”
I grin at him. “I like keeping you on your toes.”
“That you do,” he says with an amused look. “I’ve never not been on my toes with you.”
“Good,” I say. “You may be a whole new man after this experience.”
“That is concerning,” he says. “But I trust you.”
“Aw, you’re so sweet. I can’t wait to tie you up,” I say as we part ways and I head to the other end of the shop. I glance back at him to make sure he’s not peeping and see that he’s also checking on me. I flip him off and give him a wink, which makes him smile and shake his head before grabbing a huge dildo off the wall and cradling it like a baby.
I quickly look around before grabbing a paddle, which I smack against my hand and point at him. He laughs and puts the dildo back before turning away.
We hurry about the store. Since Bradley is still too busy being picky, I pay for my purchases and head out to the car to wait… and wait. When he finally returns, I theatrically jump and give him a look.
“What?” he asks.
“You’ve been gone so long I forgot what you looked like. You are Bradley, right?” I narrow my eyes like I’m scrutinizing him. “You’ve gotten a little long in the tooth since I saw you last.”
He grins. “I was like five minutes longer.”
“More like half an hour! I almost started playing with the stuff myself!”
“I had to decide!”
“My lust for you has depleted since I waited so long,” I say as he starts to drive.
“You’re so dramatic! Your lust hasn’t gone anywhere!”
“Out the window never to be seen again!”
“Oh? You’re going to be celibate for the rest of your life? That’s fine. I’ll have so much fun without you.”
I eye him. “Excuse me?”
He hugs his bag to himself. “So much fun.”
“No! You’re not allowed to have any fun without me!”
“You’re so picky.”
“I know, right?”
“I can’t wait to show you what I bought. I researched all about it and everything.”
“Oh? And did you read about it?”
“I watched videos, which are much more informative.”
“Alright. I can handle that.”
When we pull into the driveway of my house, which Bradley recently moved into, I rush inside, leaving him behind. I head into the bathroom and slam the door shut. Inks, who is disgusted by this turn of events, sits outside the door and slips his paw under it while yowling loudly.
“Aw, did he lock you out?” Bradley asks as I see the paw disappear. He has decided that Bradley is the second-best thing.
I strip my clothes off and pull open the bag, taking out the skimpy-ass police officer’s outfit that we’d seen on our first visit. I pull it on and try my hardest to keep everything tucked in, even when it wants to spill out. I drape my real handcuffs over the edge, since I hadn’t bothered to buy a fake pair, and pick up the shibari rope I bought. Instead of wrapping it around anything, I tie it in a knot.
Then I swing open the door and step into the bedroom while trying to swing the rope like a lasso. When I see Bradley, who is looking right at me, wearing the same ridiculous outfit, I drop the rope and start laughing.
“Oh my god. What are you wearing?” I ask.
He’s laughing just as hard. “What are you wearing?”
It looks even funnier on him since he’s a slightly heavier build. The plastic-style fabric is stretched to its maximum over his hips, and the tiny black shirt looks like a crop top on him, stomach showing.
“The biggest they had was a medium!” he says.
“I’m dying,” I say, laughing unbelievably hard. “Turn around.”
He turns around, and when I get a view of the shorts rammed up his butt crack, ass cheeks hanging out of both sides, I fall to my knees laughing. “It’s beautiful.”
“I think you need to be punished for that one,” he says as I hear something snap. When I look up and see him crack a crop across his hand, my laughter just escalates as he growls, “I’m gonna punish you real good.”
“Spank me, Officer!” I cry through fits of laughter.
“Why is this so funny to you?” he asks as he starts laughing just because I am.
“I don’t know! I’m not sure how to be normal!”
“We’re all aware of that,” he says as he walks over to me and grabs my arm. Instead of picking me up, he drags me toward the bed, which makes my booty shorts slide down.
“Not my shorts!” I cry.
“Did I say you could talk?”
“Will you punish me if I do?” I ask as he gets me on my feet and roughly pushes my chest down to the bed.
And that’s when he gently cracks me on the ass with the crop. The crop has a flat tip, so the hit isn’t sharp, but it’s enough of a sting to feel it. He slams his groin against my ass and uses his weight to keep my front down on the mattress.
“I will. I’ll smack this sweet ass of yours until it’s red,” he says before swiping a tear from my face. “Will you stop crying?”
“I can’t! When I laugh too hard, tears just instantly run down.”
He kisses the side of my face. “You’re just too much sometimes. Let’s see if I can wipe that smile off your face or whip it off,” he says as I feel a wet finger against my ass. He slides it between my ass cheeks and presses it against my hole. “I bet I have something to make you squirm.”
“I was already squirming when I saw your booty in those tiny shorts.”
He laughs. “I know you were,” he says as he pushes his finger inside me. My cock starts to harden, but all too soon, he pulls his finger away. His hand snakes out and he slides a toy over my cock, making me look down.
“I might not have listened and got three things,” he says as he runs the anal beads over my thigh.
“I suppose I’ll let you get away with it just this once,” I say.
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nbsp; He kisses my cheek as he runs the toy between my ass cheeks. “Good.”
That’s when I feel the small, round ball pressed against me. He kisses me as he pushes it inside before easing a second in.
“I have so many fun things planned for you,” he says as he bites my earlobe, still not letting me up.
When the third ball reaches my hole, he presses it against me while running a finger teasingly from my hole to my balls, then back. I shiver against his touch, all signs of laughter gone from me as he pushes it inside. The next ball is even bigger as he slides fingers wet from the lubricant down my thighs, pushing my legs farther apart. He grabs one ass cheek in his hand and squeezes it before letting go and smacking my ass just as his other finger pushes the ball inside me. I groan as I dig my fingers into the bed, aching for more. I can feel the toy deep inside, the largest ball pressing against me.
And that’s when he pulls my shorts back up and lets me free.
“Wait… what?” I ask, expecting it to escalate from there.
“I want to see what you got.”
“Yeah but… okay… fine,” I say as I push off the bed. As I walk over to the rope, I can feel the beads, especially the large one. It’s a strange feeling, but it makes my cock ache and my body want more. I scoop up the rope and that’s when they begin to vibrate.
I jump, startled at the sudden feeling and shocked by how good it feels. I’ve never used anything that vibrates since I didn’t know how good vibrations could feel.
“Holy shit,” I say, and all too quickly it stops. I look up at Bradley, who is grinning like a Cheshire cat. “Warn a man!”
“And what fun would that be?” he asks with a mischievous grin. “Now what do you have here?”
My grin turns wicked. “Shibari.”
“Uh-huh. And you want me to tie you up?”
I shake my head. “I’m tying you up. I watched tutorials, and I’ve been practicing on myself.”
“You want to tie me up?”
“I do, and then I’ll ride you into the sunset.”
“That’ll be a long time to be riding me for. Are you up to the challenge?”
I look at the clock. “I’ll ride you into… like six o’clock.”
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