Tactical Submission: A Windsor Club Story

by Ada Maria Soto

  "Yes, sir." Jack answered without thinking. It wasn't an order, there wasn't a hint of command in Isaac's smooth controlled voice, but the idea that he would say no felt like a ridiculous one.

  "Thank you. Sit on the edge of the bed, arms at your sides." Jack sat while Isaac went to the high, antique looking dresser that was against one wall. From the bottom drawer he pulled out two bundles of soft looking rope and a ball of leather twine. "One of the nice things about the Windsor is they keep each room stocked the same way. You never have to go looking for things. Arms out."

  Jack held out his arms while Isaac looped the ropes around his wrists then the bedposts. He tied them off just above the mattress leaving Jack's arms angled down. Then he put an end of rope into each of Jack's hands. "You don't know me. Not really, not yet. And as much as you want someone to trust, a part of you is on guard. I can see it in your face. Pull on those and the knots on the bedposts release. No need to even use a safe word. One yank and you're free."

  Jack felt insulted, like he couldn't choose his own partners or couldn't be trusted to stay where told, but there had been times when he needed out to get to a ringing phone or just out of a room and he'd had to wait, heart racing, while knots were untied or cut. He'd had to ask. "Thank you," he said softly.

  Isaac brushed his cheek then picked up the ball of leather lacing. "Now for this," he said with a wicked grin before wrapping it around the base of Jack's cock, then between and around his balls. He had been half hard before but now it felt like his cock might burst. Isaac stroked his fingertips up and down Jack's cock, sending shivers along his body. "I'm going to tease you now. I'm going to drag this out and I will make you cum, but it won't be like usual." He grazed his thumb over the tip. "I'm going to make you cum again and again and again. You're not going to move a muscle but you'll think you ran a marathon."

  Isaac drummed his fingers along Jack's cock. Each tap was light but they vibrated across his whole body like a plucked bass string. Isaac gripped his cock loosely and ran his thumb around the tip, slicked by the drops of pre-cum pushing their way out. He wanted to watch what Isaac was doing but he had a hard time opening his eyes or even keeping them focused. Only a couple minutes of the lightest touch and his head was swimming, his body straining with the need for release. He tried to push his hips up into Isaac's hand but Isaac simply let go leaving Jack thrusting into the air. He wrestled his body back under control whimpering as he did and Isaac started his gentle strokes again. Fingers trailing up and down and his thumb going around and round the tip. It was all Jack could focus on, those five finger tips touching him so lightly. When the orgasm did hit, it wasn't an explosion but rather the crash of a wave rolling up his body then retreating.

  He pried opened his eyes and watched as a couple little spurts of cum, hardly more than drips, jumped from his cock. He didn't go soft, there was no soothing glow of release. He stayed hard, wrapped in the cords and he began to pull against the ropes. Isaac took the cum and smeared it into his cock, humming no particular tune, as he continued his little taps and feather light touches. Jack let his head roll back. It felt like too much effort to keep it up. Whimpers, moans and soft pleas for nothing in particular fell from his lips. The second orgasm was like a wave but this one was a storm crashing hard and taking his breath. His cock stayed hard even as his body tried desperately to squeeze out more cum. And again, that soft afterglow was denied him. Isaac murmured to him, soft words of praise, calling him a good boy, calling him beautiful. Jack's heart raced, beating against his ribs so hard he thought they might break, every muscle strained and every nerve burned. He attempted to choke out the word 'please'.

  There was a quick tug and the cords binding his cock were gone. In seconds, pleasure burned through the pain and he was gone.

  When he came back to awareness he was laying on his side. There were still ropes around his wrists but they were no longer tied to the bedposts. He wasn't sure if he'd pulled the ropes himself or if Isaac had.

  "Next time I do that, I think I'll add some nipple clamps. Dividing your awareness should drag things out longer." Isaac was standing a few feet away holding another glass of water. He helped Jack sit up and gave him the water. Jack chugged it. He was sticky with cooling sweat and cum and he could remember few times he'd ever felt so thirsty. "That was glorious to watch, by the way. You look amazing in ropes but watching you cum like that…"

  "Thank you, sir." Jack managed to croak out. He wasn't sure what else to say. He'd never had a night like this. Made to cum over and over when Isaac still hadn't touched himself as far as Jack could tell. He found himself staring at the bulge in Isaac's briefs, as Isaac removed the ropes from his wrists and placed them in a hamper.

  "Now," Isaac stroked his cheek with the same soft touch that had driven him to the edge. "What would you like?"

  It was unfair asking him to think, when his brain still felt like a shorted-out fuse box. "May I… may I see you, sir." He wasn't sure why he felt so embarrassed asking that, considering what they had been doing only minutes before. Isaac smiled though.

  "Of course." He stepped out of his briefs sighing in pleasure as he did. His cock was dark and full. Not overly long but thick. Isaac stepped in close. "Touch it if you like."

  Jack reached out and wrapped a hand around it. Hot and hard with soft skin, a wave of ease washed across him.

  "If I told you to suck me off right now, would you?"

  Jack leaned forward already licking his lips. He knew guys who only gave head as a sort of courtesy but Jack enjoyed it. Isaac pressed a hand to his forehead stopping him. "I said if I told you to suck me. But it's good to know you're eager." Isaac took a step back. "I know it's not really fair to ask you now, and I'll ask you again after you're showered and dressed, but would you be willing to do this again? I can see so much potential in you and I'd very much like the chance to bring it out."

  Jack's head was still, swimming and he was drooling over cock which he hadn't tasted in far too long, but still he nodded. "Yes, sir."

  Isaac smiled. "Thank you." Then he began to stroke himself. "I think I'm going to make you sucking me a treat for both of us. Next time."

  Chapter 4

  The birds chirped outside Isaac's office window, loud enough to be heard despite the thick industrial glass. They were dusty little urban chickadees, but they reminded him that outside was a bright pleasant summer day begging for his feet to go wandering, or at least his mind. He half daydreamed while filling out cause of death reports. There were far fewer grizzly serial killer murders than TV would lead someone to believe. He signed off on a dozen heart attacks and a half dozen strokes. When he signed the last one he closed his eyes and let his mind drift. It fell easily onto the previous Saturday night. In the end, he'd rubbed his own cum into Jack's skin then watched him shower it off. When they were both dressed, and seated across from each other, they talked and Jack had once more agreed to meet with him. Isaac thanked him for that but inside he'd been crowing. He'd done his best to treat the night like an audition, giving Jack a peak at what he could do.

  It would be a few weeks though, both of them, with a bit of embarrassment, had pulled out their phones to double check work schedules and other social commitments. But that they hadn't needed to explain 'multiday inter-department training' or 'weekend shift' to each other, showed what an ideal arrangement they could possibly have. They'd found a day when neither he nor Jack was rostered and Amalie had her own date. He hoped that Jack wouldn't change his mind but he also hoped that Jack would take some time to think, really go through his own experiences and develop a better idea of what he enjoyed verses what he tolerated or thought he was supposed to enjoy. He was all for taking his time exploring but it would be nice to have a list of things Jack was already comfortable with, so that he could have some place to start.

  Physically Jack was his ideal male, especially for a sub. He also liked intelligence with a sense of humor.

  There was a knock on his door. One of his autops
y technicians popped his head in and waved a thick binder before Isaac could respond. "Official hard copy of the department efficiency report is in."

  That was a quick way of killing the warm little mental buzz Isaac had been building up in his thoughts. "Are we digging around dead bodies efficiently enough for the efficiency consultants?"

  "Haven't read it." His assistant dropped it on his desk. "Thought you'd like it first."

  Isaac forced a smile, cursing the intrusion of the real world into his dirty little daydreams. "Thanks."

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  There was the sharp crack of cheap wood splintering, as the battering ram drove the lock out of a front door in what had once been a pleasant suburb. Jack rushed in, first in line, with his team fanning out behind him searching the house. The house was quiet. No shrieks of surprise or shouts of anger. No gun shots. One room after another was called clear. He had a bad feeling. He pushed through the back door of the kitchen into what should have been a utility room. Hardly through the door he froze. The sun coming through a dirty window glinted off rows of beakers.

  Shit.

  "Everybody out!" he yelled over his radio. "We've got a lab back here." Like Jack, many of the guys on SWAT had some military experience and prided themselves on being bad-ass with balls of steal, never backing down, never running. Except from meth labs. He had never personally seen one blow and had no desire to. If the explosion didn't kill you, a lungful of caustic, half cooked drugs could lay you out.

  The team retreated behind their van, Jack doing a head-count of his people while others called in for specialist teams to come out and deal with the lab. He'd been told they were busting an ecstasy distributer. He’d have been fine with that. Party drugs usually didn't blow up and the dealers weren’t known for being quick on the draw. He was going to find someone to chew out about that piece of misinformation.

  An old lady walking an antique looking poodle came up the street, stopped, looked at them huddled behind the van then looked at the house they'd broken down the door to. She gave Jack a sharp nod then dragged her dog back the way she'd come.

  By one, Jack was covered in sweat from the sun beating down on the layers of black body armor he was wearing. He honestly wasn't sure why his team was being made to hang around. The suspects obviously weren't there, had probably been tipped off somehow, and weren't coming back. The lady with the poodle had come back, thanked them for taking down the house as it was well known in the neighborhood what had been going on, and brought them several bottles of water and iced tea. It was technically against policy to take anything from a civilian but he would have had a small revolt on his hands if he'd refused.

  It was after four before he was back in the locker room stripping out of his gear with the rest of his team. Isaac had been good with the ropes. What little marking there had been on his wrists had vanished by the next morning. He hadn't managed to get a look at his own ass though. He generously waved everyone else ahead of him into the showers and waited until he could score a private one.

  That would be an issue if he continued things with Isaac. Isaac had said he wasn't looking for a whipping boy, but he'd felt Isaac's cock hard under him while he was being spanked. And as loath as Jack was to admit it, he did enjoy a certain amount of pain. Not as much as some. He'd seen guys nearly split open by whips and loving every second of it. That wasn't him.

  When he was only letting himself spend time with a Dom every year or so, he could schedule it for the start of long weekends or vacation time. Time for anything to heal or at least fade to something less noticeable. But if it was every month or even more often than that, he'd need to find some way to hide it or talk to Isaac about things that would heal fast. He was a doctor after all, even if it was an FP.

  Despite his worries, his dick had gotten hard thinking of what Isaac could potentially do to him or with him. There was no way of silently jacking off in the echoing shower room. Even in a private stall the sound of hand on flesh would travel. Instead he slowly turned the shower to cold and tried to think of exploding meth houses.

  Chapter 5

  The twitch in his head had built over the weeks. Jack scheduled his next night at the Windsor Club into his phone as Ball Game. The little corner of his mind that had never grown past fourteen snickered at that, but the more logical part pointed out that anyone looking at his phone would assume he'd be watching or be involved in a sporting event. Not that anyone was looking at his phone. He hadn't been this nervous the previous time. Maybe because he hadn't been entirely sure what he was getting into. Maybe he hadn't thought it through enough, or thought it through too much as the weeks ticked by. They had not arranged to have any contact with each other. Maybe they should have. He could have easily gotten ahold of Isaac, knowing perfectly well where he worked but there would have been questions. What is a SWAT grunt doing calling the Coroner's Office? Another layer of secrets. He could have probably even found out what Isaac's cell number was, but he wasn't sure if that was stepping over a line. Isaac was married, and yes he said his wife was cool with it but he could have been lying or massaging the truth. The only way to truly know would be to ask Isaac's wife directly and that was not a conversation he felt he was in any position to have.

  All that was rolling through his head as he stared into a glass of water in the common room of the Windsor Club, waiting for Isaac to arrive.

  His head snapped up as someone sat across from him. It wasn't Isaac. It was the man that had approached him both the first and second time he'd been in the club. The one Isaac dragged him away from. Hugh?

  "Waiting for someone?" His voice was smooth in a way that made Jack's skin crawl.

  He raised his chin. "Yes, I am." Out in what he considered the real world, he had no problem telling people to fuck off but here his voice was not as strong as he would have hoped.

  "Waiting for the dissecting doctor. He was quite rude interrupting our first conversation, and he doesn't seem like your type."

  Jack wanted to defend Isaac, but the way Hugh looked at him managed to rob him of reasonable words.

  "A boy like you certainly needs a stronger hand, someone who can bring you to heel."

  Suddenly Isaac was there, leaning in, his face inches from Hugh's. "Whatever he needs," Isaac hissed. "It's not you. No one needs you."

  With no other comment, he took a step away from the table. Jack rose and followed.

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  There was already tea waiting when they got to their private room. Jack went to his chair but didn't sit. He felt the need to pace.

  "I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier. No one should have to spend so much as ten seconds face to face with Hugh.

  "He was only there a minute. I'm fine."

  "That's a full minute too long. I apologize." There was a heavy formality to Isaac's voice. "What else is wrong?"

  "Nothing," Jack replied instantly.

  "I thought we agreed not to lie to each other. You've got waves of nerves coming off you. Sit down, have some tea, and tell me what is wrong. I don't want to go into anything with you in this state."

  Jack hesitated to sit, his body rejecting the idea of stillness. Isaac poured a cup of tea and held it out. He took it and finally sat, his leg jiggling up and down.

  Isaac sipped delicately from his own cup and watched him. His face was calm and there was precision in his small movements.

  "I want a way to contact you," Jack blurted out. He'd never asked for that before. Half the time he'd never gotten his partner's full name.

  "Of course. I should have given you my number after last time, in case you wanted to cancel or had questions. That was an oversight on my part." Isaac took his wallet from his coat pocket and pulled out a standard issue county business card. He pulled a pen from another pocket and scribbled on the back. "Here we go."

  He handed it to Jack who looked at the number written on the back. "Thank you. Is that a seven or a nine?"

  "Nine. And yes, in med school there is an entire class
on how to make your handwriting completely illegible."

  Jack couldn't stop his smile at the small joke but became a good deal calmer just for having that number.

  "Now, what else is tangling your head?"

  "I was in the shower, after this raid we did. I need to be careful about marks. More than I used to be if… If this is more regular then—"

  "Nothing that won't be at least well faded by Monday morning or can't be written off as something else. Nothing you can't at least hide under a t-shirt."

  "Yes," Jack answered mostly to his teacup.

  "That's understandable and acceptable."

  "Thank you."

  "Don't thank me for accepting your limits. My acceptance should be a given." There was a strength behind Isaac's words that sent a burning flush across Jack's body and caused a throbbing in his cock, which had been mostly indifferent to the proceedings until now. He kept his focus on his tea. "Is there anything else?"

  He shook his head.

  "Have you given more thought into what it is that you really enjoy? As opposed to what you think you're supposed to enjoy."

  Jack had given it some thought. It hadn't been easy. He'd done his best to clinically analyze his past experiences. He knew he needed a therapist as much as a Dom, but listening to some shrink would probably not be nearly as much fun.

  Let's try not to sound like an idiot this time.

  "I like being exhausted. I like getting to where I can't think and I don't have to think, and I like just… drifting. I don't mind a bit of pain but I don't think I need much, not as much…" Jack trailed off.

  "Not as much as has been used on you in the past."

  "Yes."

  "I think I can think up some ways of wearing you down that'll be fun for the both of us."

  Isaac put his empty cup aside. "Are you feeling better now?"

  "Yes."